My Empire

This is a spacious and bright room located on the top floor of the entire castle. It is well-lit, and it looks like a home for the rich.

In fact, this is indeed a rich place. The castle was bought by a rich man and renovated into a chamber of commerce.

Many wealthy businessmen are willing to come here for gatherings, and many big capitalists have rooms they rent here all the year round. This is also a way for many people to show off their wealth, a new standard.

The power of this guild hall is unimaginable, and it is even more awe-inspiring here than the City Lord’s Mansion.

"For the freedom of the Magic Continent!" In the center of this room, on the blood-red carpet, a long sword crossed the other long swords, and a young nobleman uttered his vow.

He looked around for a week, looked at the same young and immature faces, and said confidently: "Okay! Everyone! In the future, our children and grandchildren will give us a fair evaluation!"

"Today's rebels are tomorrow's heroes! People will remember us and praise us! Cheer and shout for what we have done!" He said that his long sword had returned to the scabbard, clenching his fist firmly. Said.

"For this world! We must eradicate the tyrant!" The other young people also nodded in agreement.

"Chris has hindered the development of this world! The emperor system is outdated. It is everyone in the empire who can represent our future!" The young man headed vowed.

"Yes, but at this stage, the first thing we have to consider is to take power back from Chris's hands!" Another young man shouted loudly, waving his fist.

The sound insulation here is very good, so people inside can yell loudly without worrying about ears on the partition wall.

Therefore, no one will know what kind of rebellious words are shouted here. Of course, everyone in the room heard clearly, and they didn't care at all.

Everyone in this room hoped that Chris would be killed quickly, so that the Alanhill Empire would become a complete "country of dashi" because there was no successor.

The fathers of these young people can successfully rise to power, using money and power in their hands to control everything in this empire.

According to their idea, as long as an institution similar to a "congress" is established, their parents or grandparents will be elected as the leaders inside.

This country will become a country ruled by merchants, all laws will be more inclined to commercial capital, and merchants in this country will naturally have more freedom!

"As long as he is dead! We can successfully take over the command of the empire! This country does not need an emperor, it needs an elected parliament!" beside him, a young man in military uniform said coldly.

"Ultimately, our goal is to achieve full-member elections. After overthrowing the tyranny, in order to ensure a smooth transition, we must implement a 100-year limited election!" After he finished speaking, he looked at these like-minded friends around him.

Sure enough, he did not live up to his hopes, and a handsome young man agreed with his statement: "Nobles vote! Elite elections! Only in this way can this country have a way out!"

While talking, someone sang and chanted slogans, everyone became a little excited, as if the things they conspired had already succeeded: "For Ailan Hill!"

"We have to kill Chris! Only the tyrant is dead! This world can get back on track!" Rushing, these young people hypnotized themselves with repeated rebellious words.

A slightly timid young man lowered his voice and asked his companions around him: "Yes, will it go smoothly?"

His companion looked dismissively, as if all those who asked such questions were idiots: "Of course, it will go well! Under the emperor, the most powerful ministers are merchants, and only merchants are the future of this world. ."

"We are in control of the means of production and the lifeblood of this country. Why should we tolerate an emperor and imprison our progress?" So, everyone was in a state of madness again, as excited as they were taking drugs.

"Although it seems that the progress of this world is brought about by the emperor Chris! But as long as you think about it, you will know that this is just an illusion on the surface!" Several people were talking nonsense, as if they had already Knowing the truth is the same.

Because they didn't have the guts to express their opinions on the Internet, these guys didn't even have the courage to be keyboard men. That's why they formed such an organization, gathered together, and dreamed of a world without an emperor.

"It's the **** emperor who stole the wisdom of everyone else! He relied on clever robbing, stole the results of others, and finally turned it into his own! He is a thief, a complete thief!" Several people joined the carnival, twisting their bodies and dancing.

"This can also explain why only he can come up with so many inventions that shocked the world! He can't complete those designs alone, so he is a criminal who stole other people's things!" Others also nodded their heads. .

"Without him, our world will still progress, and all the conditions are already in place!" At the end of a carnival, all that is left is ignorant self-confidence.

In the end, a few people had no strength, and they murmured a word that made them feel refreshed: "Hang him..."

Next door is a small room without windows. This is not the gorgeously decorated room next door, this is the mezzanine of two regular rooms.

Several middle-aged men in casual clothes put down their earphones and looked at each other-they all saw contempt and disdain in each other's eyes.

"Would you like to inform the police and arrest these people." An agent under the Special Task Department of the Guards asked his boss softly.

His boss sneered, and then shook his head: "No, let them continue, there are orders on it, keeping them useful."

"Keep it? How could this kind of guy who tried to seek rebellion be useful." The sergeant in civilian clothes looked puzzled, and his mind was all about rushing in and sifting these **** into a sieve.

"Even if it is a lump of shit, it is fertilizer when it is thrown in the field." The officer in the lead soothed, and then ordered: "You must keep an eye on these people and you can't make any mistakes, understand?"

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Tomorrow, we will continue to update the three chapters.