From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 43 ‘Shortcut’ and the Speaker

A group of trolls returned to the tree. The young witch doctor stretched out his palms and pressed on the thick trunk. He muttered a spell, and the whole giant tree began to tremble.

The densely packed leaves become smaller and penetrate completely into the branches;

Small branches merge into larger branches, and then disappear as a whole at the top;

The trunk becomes thinner and shorter, and the root system shrinks from the soil and returns to the base of the tree;

Eventually, the entire giant tree disappeared, and a three-meter-square solid cube appeared where it originally stood.

"As you can see, we have given the Witch Doctor version of the 'Tree House' a certain 'portability' function; although three meters square is still a bit big, there is no hope of getting smaller in the short term. And now, it is

It’s yours.”

"Huh? That's not okay. Your gift is too harsh for me to accept."

"It doesn't matter. I have already thought about it. Every time there is an additional couple in the tribe, I will give away a tree house. You just happened to be the first in line."

Hearing this, Blade Ya looked at the new witch doctor in front of him silently for a long time, and he lowered his head in anxiety.

"Tell me, who came up with this cunning idea? The fanged witch doctor?"

The young troll scratched his fangs in embarrassment, showing a silly expression, trying to get through.

Blade Ya shook his head and said with a warning in his tone,

"Whether it's the fanged witch doctor's idea or your own idea, I would like to advise you to put down these 'little thoughts'."

"This method of promoting policy implementation through 'guidance' is indeed feasible; but using 'little cleverness' to bypass the opposition is wrong."

The trolls naturally had no objections to this and made speeches on this motion in order of seniority.

He originally wanted to refuse, but thinking about the previous 'shortcut incident', his mind changed a little.

"Ahem, thank you for your trust, then I will propose the first motion after taking office."

Once they realize it, they may naturally derive the idea of ​​"just kill all the opponents."

Once the butcher's knife is raised, it can never be taken back. The bloody storm will linger in troll politics and become an eternal curse.

"Take it back. If the bill passes, you can give it to me."

The young witch doctor nodded and left quickly. As for the cube, it remained where it was. The tribe had not yet developed the profession of 'thief', so there was no risk of losing it.

"All right."

"I understand. Yes... I'm sorry." The young witch doctor suppressed his smile and responded with some frustration.

"If things go on like this, all the trolls will start looking for 'shortcuts'. Is it still necessary for the tribal discussion system to exist? Short-term convenience may also be a kind of 'destruction' to the foundation in the long run. In the end, the gain outweighs the loss."

However, there is actually a 'shortcut' - 'kill'.

Before, he didn't dare to fully express his worries.

Once this hole is opened and the idea that "it's better to take shortcuts" is left to them, it may become a political tradition and be deeply engraved in the genes of troll society.

‘Perhaps, it can be used as a safety catch? If a good political tradition can be left behind, perhaps there will be less bloodshed in the future.’

"What the Blade Tooth Witch Doctor said made me feel deeply. A shortcut that is convenient for a moment may become a rotten tree that destroys the foundation. I will take this as a warning from now on."

Although Benya himself may not be aware of it, he actually has an absolute reputation among all the "knowledgeable people" in the tribe.

Therefore, to put it bluntly, these ideas are just conjectures, and there is no basis for whether they are correct or not.

He walked to the center of the conference hall, stood on the simple speaking platform, faced the participants sitting in a staircase around him, and recounted his previous "little actions" in a very candid manner, and made some actions for it.

Apologize.

With this idea in mind, Blade Ya was officially elected as the nominal first and de facto second Speaker of the Rune Parliament.

In the end, they jointly determined the title of 'speaker', as well as related election methods, authority, etc.

"Well, I ask the parliament to confirm the term of office of the position of 'speaker' and propose it as 'ten years'."

They were worried about whether this young troll would embark on the path of being a "lonely man and a thief" as he once said.

It is indeed a very simple plan, but in many things, the existence of flaws can only be realized when things are at hand.

The trolls watched eagerly, wanting to see what kind of issues this 'legend' would come up with.

"Maybe you can succeed this time, but what about next time? In the future, will the opposing factions follow the same example when they cannot convince you?"

Upon hearing this motion, the trolls below, unknown to the other trolls, including the two witch doctors Sharp Fang and Rough Fang, as well as the current First Consul, all showed expressions of relief.

"Well, go ahead and remember to take my words with you."

"Even. Forget it, go ahead and tell those supporters that this matter must be decided at the Rune Council before it can be implemented."

Before entering the formal meeting process, the Fang Witch Doctor applied to speak while all the trolls were surprised.

After hearing his statement, the opposition led by the great witch doctor expressed their dissatisfaction with his cunning behavior, but in the end it did not happen, so there was no need to pursue it.

Looking at the back of the 'little guy', Basuga looked deep in thought.

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On the second day, the full membership meeting of the Rune Council was held.

Now, seeing him take the initiative to set limits on himself, I can really breathe a sigh of relief.

This gave him a headache as he didn't want to get involved in any specific affairs at all. It wasn't that he wanted to sit back and fish, but he really felt that this thing consumed too much energy.

During the nomination process, Blade Ya became the only nominee and was unanimously approved during the vote.

Maybe it's too much fuss? But there is no teacher here to correct him, so he can only move forward gropingly.

So the great witch doctor stood up and

According to the current rules of the tribe's "Rune Council Tutorial", to a certain extent, he will be the true helmsman of the tribe for a period of time from now on.

So, this is all we can do for the time being.

Although the trolls such as Fang Fang and Thick Fang also trusted him, they still felt vaguely worried.

Nomination system, simple majority election principle, responsible for presiding over regular standing membership meetings (participants are heads of each committee + 'government' executors), convening plenary meetings of the Rune Council (heads of each committee + members), all membership meetings (

All + 'government' executors + trainee members of the House of Representatives), and have decision-making power over deadlocked motions.

"Although there is no relevant name, in past meetings, the old witch doctor did in fact become the host; now that he has passed away, we need a member to replace his role in the Rune Council and formally determine the relevant name

,permissions,optional methods.”

"What about this treehouse?"

After this matter came to an end, the discussion should have officially started, but the absence of the old witch doctor had a certain impact, and no troll knew who should speak first.

Of course, in his previous life, he was just a half-baked law student with no experience in governing.

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ps: Let me emphasize that writing about parliament, speaker, etc. does not mean that I think they are absolutely correct.

I also read novels myself. To be honest, I got a little tired of reading "The Domineering Emperor" and wanted to write something different. I didn't want to create another god-like wise emperor.

I beg readers to spray, but please spray lightly.

(End of chapter)