Hero’s Creed

Chapter 905: High class banquet

"Breaking trade tariffs will allow more and faster circulation of goods among countries. I think you should understand that only when goods are circulated will money be generated and more labor will be used!"

Downton glanced and found that there were more and more people gathered, and some even showed thoughtful expressions because of his words.

"Such trade barriers are obstacles to economic development. You can't just look at how much taxes you have underpaid, but also how much you have sold. Of course, high import taxes are used to guarantee certain domestic goods. Production and value are also necessary. In a word, these conditions have more advantages than disadvantages and can be discussed, but they must be detailed."

The messengers were not economists after all, and Downton said it was more general. It was harder to pick out the thorns.

"There is also war. The Northern Community was established. All conflicts and contradictions can be arbitrated through the joint parliament. How many people can die?"

After Donton finished talking, he was suddenly stunned. Damn, if a community was established, how would he fight against the nations? Lay a huge territory? And he understands that the seats of the northern parliament must be held by those powerful national kingdoms, and by that time, he will have a hard time to speak.

"How do you guarantee the fairness of the joint assembly? How do those members come up? We third-class countries should have no chance of being elected?"

Someone raised a question.

"So it is necessary to set up a supervisory body, and any decision should be decided by a fair vote of each member country, not by the great empire."

Downton didn't want to say more. Once this Northern Community is implemented, it can indeed bring great benefits, but this is for those great empires. Such a third-rate country has no room for development, and can only become a vassal of those empires.

"The person who proposed this plan must be a political genius!"

After Downton's emotions, Homer couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

There was silence in the chapel, everyone was thinking about Downton's words, and what changes this community would bring to the country. Because they haven't experienced it, they are all at a loss.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Applause suddenly sounded. Everyone turned around and saw a man in a red robe standing behind everyone, wearing a shield-shaped badge on his chest, with a red background. Three golden lions were imprinted on it, besides that, beside the badge, he also wore a red rose, dotted with dewdrops, as if the rain was early.

Seeing this man, all the messengers present bowed their heads and bowed slightly in the upper body.

"Young man, what you said is bottom-line!"

The man has a national face. A pair of thick brows and big eyes, but there is no temperament that is not arrogant, but full of easy-going. He had a carefully groomed beard on his lips, and he would habitually stroke it.

"Your Excellency!"

Downton salutes, but he dare not trust him. The three-lion badge represents that he is from the Holy Britannia Empire, and the red rose represents his family.

Except for the nine empires. No country is eligible to be crowned with the word'holy' in front of the country's name, but among the nine empires. Only Brittania can use the word ‘sacred’, because only Queen Madeleine defeated the Light Flame Holy See and allowed the monarchy to go beyond the divine power.

Although this peerless strongman with the title of Rose of the Demon Palace and one of the eight holy coffins died for tens of thousands of years, the power of the Holy Flame Church is still struggling in Brittania.

Queen Madeleine, who created the great Gorse dynasty, is a wise emperor and domineering monarch. Although the glory of the declining empire is fading away and the empire is declining, no one dares to underestimate her.

Brittania has the longest history and is the oldest nobleman!

When the St. York family and the Lancaster family fought the Millennium War called the Battle of Red and White Roses, the head of the Hohenzollern family did not know where to play mud.

The Gorse family, the Tudor family, the Carolingian family, and even the Kyrgyz family are all well-known. History can write dozens of court operas. Brittania has the most noblemen, even if some of them have fallen. Or you can point at the mocking of the wealthy families of the great empire, these earth buns!

In fact, this is true, even if the wealthy families of the nine empires stand before them, they have no confidence to claim to be nobles.

Don't look at this man as a marquis of the St. York family, but no one dared to neglect, even the younger brothers who were close to other empire giants, at this time also gave the greatest courtesy and respect.

"You keep talking, it's too noisy, I just came out to relax!"

The Marquis Gerrard waved his hand, beckoning everyone to be free, and it was too noisy in it. He was not used to it, so he came out to rest. Of course, no one dared to object to his status.

Downton's opinion is good, and it is still a young man, which is very valuable, so Gerald came to him.

"you are……"

Gerald took the initiative to ask, not knowing how many jealous eyes were red.

"I am Downton, Frankford, Your Excellency!"

Downton raised his chest with one hand and saluted again.

"Oh, are you the native duke?"

Gerald teased that he didn't mean to defame. He had wanted to ask a few more words, but suddenly he saw the ring on Downton's right finger, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he forgot what he wanted to say.

"Your excellency?" Downton frowned. "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, it's just a little dizzy, so you laugh!" Gerrard shook his head with a smile, secretly secreting himself.

"Gerard, come in quickly, I'm speechless to be refuted!"

In the chapel, a roar suddenly sounded, and some messengers with bad strength were directly dizzy by the shaking head.

No one dares to complain, so dare to call Gerald so famous, it must be an imperial nobleman!

Meetings like these involving northern countries that may have a major impact on the next few hundred years cannot be simply ended, so even if the messengers are no longer willing. Have to wait.

A simple but irritable day was spent in disputes and clamor, although there was no progress. But everyone's expressions are good, at least the beginning means there is hope.

As the organizer, Saint-Germain gave generously and held a large-scale banquet in the palace of Xueman to entertain the emissaries of various countries.

All the participants can bring one or two female companions. Downton naturally chose Rosicky and Juliet, and finally let them go home with a fair look.

"I also need to go!"

Little Loli grunted her mouth in dissatisfaction. You can hang a soy sauce bottle.

"Of course!"

Downton smiled, and they did not stop a little girl.

"Hope I won't lose face!"

Celesis was very nervous, and she disappeared from her memory long before she attended the upper banquet last time. Some etiquette seems to have forgotten.

The banquet started at eight o'clock, but the brightly lit palace was already full of cars, and luxury carriages drove one after another, leaving a well-dressed male and female guests.

On this day, I don’t know how many people tried their best to create an invitation and enter the banquet. Here, it means a huge opportunity.

As the carriage passed, Downton saw some people watching the palace and the passing carriage. His face was full of envy, when he couldn't help feeling. He is also a civilian teenager who dreams of living this kind of life.

Today's female guests are all gorgeous dresses, struggling to be flamboyant and eager to become the focus of attention at the banquet, but when Celesce stepped off the carriage, they were all dull.

The porter looked at Celes, who stepped on the red carpet, his jaw widened. Completely lost.

The white court dress, just right, bare shoulders, back, and chest. Supporting the unique fair and translucent skin of the Death Banshee to the fullest, coupled with a pure and beautiful cheek, it is almost lethal to men.

At this moment, a lot of men were stared fiercely by their female companions.

"My Emperor Polo, death banshee? Looks like a good relationship with the indigenous duke?"

"Isn't that banshee his private magic advisor? Even the noble nobleman doesn't have such a glamorous blessing!"

"Look, the other one seems to be the death knight. Gee, dare to enter the human society so decently, this guy is also bold enough!"

The nobles whispered, the envy could not be added, but the death banshee was born, the nobles of the undead family, not to mention the magical physical attack immune, not to mention, the most important thing is to want to catch them, it is too difficult, let alone tune ~ Taught so obedient.

If the name of the indigenous duke of Downton was too loud, someone would have come up and talked about it. As for the identity of the undead, they did not care. If you remember correctly, Downton is a Templar, and he is followed by undead creatures, completely Makes sense.

A waiter came with a wine tray, and the attentive service was speechless.

"What to drink?"

Downton took a glass of red wine.

"Champagne!"

Looking at the familiar Xueman text on the champagne bottle, Ceres finally managed not to cry.

Big people are always the best. This is the privilege of others, but everyone did not wait long. At 8:10, King Xueman made a speech.

"It's my uncle's blood!"

Looking at the generous king, Rosicky drank the whiskey in a glass.

Downton estimated that he might have to go home with Rosicky today.

"I wish you all fun, please help yourself!"

The king raised his glass. Everyone likewise, after drinking together, the atmosphere began to warm up.

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