Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Sanger has now upgraded his weapons, wearing a formal suit and holding a jeweled cane in his hand.

He goes out in a carriage, accompanied by guards riding tall horses in front and behind, and a group of entourage guards trotting behind him.

The captain who was once sent to perform dangerous tasks has now turned over.

He even became a local councilor in the colony of the Lionheart Kingdom.

In this democratic country, everything is possible.

In the carriage, there is another person... Benjamin.

The latter is now living a very chic life. After showing his value, Sanger values ​​him very much. Not only has he been promoted and given a raise, but he has also been given all kinds of fruit plates to eat until he vomits.

Compared with the lack of attention in the Northern Principality, Benjamin seems to have found a new life.

Therefore, he followed Sanger wholeheartedly and came up with many ideas.

As Sanger's business grew bigger and bigger, and more and more factories were opened, Benjamin's support was indispensable.

So Sanger also brought him to this important meeting today.

When the two arrived at the place, the servant lifted the curtain of the carriage, and Benjamin stepped on the servant's back to get out of the carriage.

In the Northern Principality, there are not many such things, let alone he can enjoy them.

This feeling of being trampled on makes Benjamin very fascinated.

This is the taste of power, and it is difficult to quit after tasting it.

Sanger leaned on a cane and stood there in a proper manner.

If it weren't for the rough skin blown by the sea breeze, he really looked like those noble men of generations.

But now it's not bad. He has become a local councilor and can continue to improve in the future. He is still an upper-class person in this country.

After waiting for a while, someone came out to greet him.

Sanger was actually a little dissatisfied. He felt that with his current status, someone should have been waiting outside.

Little did he know that the other party was also full of complaints. A low-class person who turned over by luck really thought he was a big shot?

Senator White looked at Benjamin's bright clothes and jeweled cane, and felt jealous and contemptuous: "A vulgar upstart with low taste."

As a qualified politician, Senator White's face did not show a trace of real emotion. He trotted forward and greeted enthusiastically: "Senator Sanger, welcome.

This is Professor Benjamin, it's nice to meet you."

Senator White guessed Benjamin's identity as soon as he saw his skin color, and greeted the two of them enthusiastically, leaving no one out.

Senger pretended to be reserved and said a few polite words to him, and the pinched tone made Senator White feel sick.

"Damn country bumpkin, why are you learning the foggy accent? It's disgusting."

As for Benjamin, he is now used to the title of professor. He couldn't be a professor in the Northern Principality, but he was here. It felt about the same, and he didn't feel guilty after getting used to it.

Following Sanger into the house, all the people sitting at the round table were local councilors.

Benjamin got a separate seat behind Sanger, and his treatment was also very high.

The only yellow skin on the scene made him noticed by everyone.

Some were kind and some were malicious, and it was difficult to describe all the emotions.

It is worth mentioning that Sanger was not the last one to come.

When several veteran councillors came in on time, the door was tightly closed.

"Ahem, today's temporary council meeting was held because something big happened.

According to our news in the southern continent, the Northern Principality launched a war of unification, and the Griffin Kingdom may not last long." Councillor White explained the situation.

"How could this happen? Didn't they say that the Griffin Kingdom has completed steam industrialization? A kingdom that has been passed down for hundreds of years is over?"

Councillors familiar with the southern continent found it incredible. They had seen the fleet of the Griffin Kingdom, and it seemed that the national strength was not weak.

"What we have to consider now is how to deal with this huge thing? The relationship between us is not harmonious. Will the Northern Principality, which has freed up its hands, attack us?" Someone directly pointed out the key point.

They actually don't care about the ending of the Griffin Kingdom. They only care about their own interests.

The scene was in chaos. After all, everyone has huge industries in the colonies, which is their foundation.

The earliest parliamentarians have been here for nearly 20 years, and their families have been multiplying for a generation, which is no different from the locals.

Sanger was also a little flustered. His career started from the principality, and his foundation was all in the colonies. He had nothing in the country.

Once an accident happened here, he would be beaten back to his original form.

"We need to contact other countries and unite in the New World to jointly resist the evil force of the Northern Principality." Someone suggested so.

"We can send a delegation to show goodwill."

"Senator Sanger, we need you to contribute the advanced technology in your hands. We need to arm ourselves as soon as possible."

In the midst of various discussions, someone suddenly made a suggestion to silence the scene.

Sanger realized later that today's target was himself?

The huge interests finally made these evil wolves unable to sit still, and they took this opportunity to propose it.

I'm afraid that most parliamentarians have already received the news in advance, and only he is still in the dark.

This is the disadvantage of shallow foundation.

Sanger was not to be trifled with. He stood up and said angrily, "Do you want to force me to buy or sell? Private property is sacred and inviolable. This is written into the Constitution."

"Puff!" Someone couldn't help laughing.

The Constitution is just a piece of paper to wipe your ass. You can change it if you want. Anyway, those who voted are all our own people.

But for a little property, it's not that bad.

Councillor White 'kindly' reminded: "Councillor Sanger, according to the war decree, the local council has the power to confiscate all private property during the war, and only needs to compensate after the war."

He implicitly reminded that it's just a matter of a word to rob your assets, and there are too many loopholes in the law for those in power.

As for how much compensation after the war, it's still up to the council to decide, not to mention whether you can live to see that day.

Sanger was stunned, and he saw the shamelessness of these people.

But he, who came ashore barefoot, has not forgotten his original courage.

Sanger showed a fierce expression and responded coldly: "Then let's try, this is not the mainland."

In the mainland, the strength of a local councillor is certainly impossible to compete with the parliament.

But this is a colony, he has someone with a gun, and no one can escape safely if they really fight.

If it weren't for this reason, he would have been eaten up by this group of hypocritical guys.

The situation was deadlocked for a while.

After a while, both sides reached an agreement.

Sanger was willing to release some of his technology, and the parliament supported him to run for election.

In addition, he had to send envoys to the colonial government of the Northern Principality to make preparations for both situations.

It was also urgent to unite the colonies of other countries, after all, the enemy of the Northern Principality was too powerful.

Sanger, who couldn't tell whether he was taking advantage or suffering a loss, left angrily.