Chapter 582 Constituent Assembly (Part 1)
First a nobleman screamed, and then the right and middle seats began to whisper.
Like dominoes, the discussion became louder and louder. Almost everyone was talking and even pointed at the contents of the "Draft Charter" and screamed.
“We don’t agree, we absolutely disagree!” The representatives on the right seat shook their heads one after another, and even made a sound of applause.
"That's how it should be!" Seeing that there were more opponents, the people on the left stood up and started to praise, "The nobles should have taken care of it long ago!"
In the middle seat, some people applauded, some booed, and most of them remained silent.
Sovereignty must come from an imagined community that is strong enough to be recognized by the majority of people.
From this perspective, "the absolute authority of the Holy Father" is an excellent sign, and there is no problem with this.
But starting from the second sentence, something started to go wrong.
Because although Horne made concessions, if you look closely, you can still see the meaning behind it - God authorizes people, and people authorize the monarch.
It seems that the power of kings is granted by God, but in fact it contains more elements of human grant.
Don't underestimate the sensitivity of Meliati and other nobles. They would know at a glance that Horn had doused the crown's holy light with his urine.
With the Holy Light gone, everyone can clearly see the dirt on the crown.
For these noble lords, giving the leadership status to the faithful is digging into their roots. If this is passed, there will be no roots.
Although he had fought side by side with Horn in the Thousand River Valley War, Count Nataniel couldn’t wait and stood up: "Your Excellency Horn, you mean that the title passed down from generation to generation by our lords , actually depends on the recognition of the people? ”
"Of course." Horn admitted frankly. There was no point in pretending to be stupid at this time.
“This is ridiculous, why?” Although he was talking to Horn, Count Nataniel kept looking at his companions on the right seat beside him, “The titles of us lords are awarded by Saint The will of the Father is established and manifested by our forefathers Won with blood and sweat.
Lord Horn, how can you equate these honors with the recognition of the people? ”
The surrounding nobles kept nodding, even the monks and young men in the middle seats? The nobles all nodded.
The nobility is also divided into three, six or nine levels. The extraordinary comes first, the title comes second, the one who relies on taxes comes first, and the one who relies on manor real estate comes last.
According to this division, there are big nobles like Meliati, country nobles like Sampoli, and empty or even titleless nobles like Ovid.
In fact, the three are sometimes not on the same front, but their interests in this matter are the same, and they naturally support each other in the meeting.
Before Horn could speak, Brother Thomas stood up first: "Did you knit your clothes by yourself? Did you make your lunch by yourself?
You have been He considers himself to be the agent of the Holy Father, but the Holy Father bestows all things to the believers. Doesn’t the survival and prosperity of the territory depend on the hard work of the people?
If there are no people, what the lord owns? It’s just a wasteland.”
"Okay-" The Salvation Army and the monks who worshiped the Holy Father under the black and red flags cheered.
Nataniel blushed, but he still argued: "The Holy Father handed over the land to us, and we are His stewards, asking the people to 'authorize' it to us. Isn't this right? Are you challenging the authority of the Holy Father?”
“The Holy Father does not give you authority. You are aloof, but you are asked to manage the territory with justice and mercy.
If the people of the territory lose their trust in you, does this mean that you have failed to fulfill the will of the Holy Father? ”
< br>This time even Martin, as the middle seat representative, could not help but stand up and refute it.
As a monk who was born as an orthodox monk and participated in the oral defense competition of the Holy Father Assembly every week, Martin was able to render Nataniel speechless with just a few words.
“How can the lord’s affairs be considered good or bad…” His face turned red, the veins on his forehead popped out, and he argued inarticulately.
Earl Sambori couldn't help but stand up in support: "It would be great if the people in the territories could take care of themselves. I have seen the natives on the Zealand Islands. They have no lords. How barbaric they are!"
As he spoke, he turned to look at Horn and said politely: "Your Excellency Horn, you once led an army. , you must know how an army will collapse without a clear commander.
Similarly, a territory needs a lord. The purpose of a lord's existence is to provide order and security to the people of the territory. The people of the territory are incapable of management. Our management of them is our charity to them!" "Xu——"
“It stinks, it stinks!”
Hearing these words, the officers of the Salvation Army in the left seat knocked on the table one after another, using a lot of banging sounds and insults. Count Sampoli choked back the second half of his words.
The nobles also stood up and began to slobber at the officers in the left seat opposite, leaving the representatives in the middle seat stunned.
They thought the Constituent Assembly would be so solemn and solemn, wouldn't it be the same as a quarrel in their guild or a court case in a manor or village?
Many formerly cautious public opinion representatives feel a bit disillusioned.
"Silence! Silence!" Meliati knocked on the table with her iron fist and roared.
As the ceremonial officer and the military police entered, the representatives on both sides finally became quiet.
Horn made an invitation gesture: "Count Sampaoli, please continue."
After thanking Horn, Count Sampaoli glanced at the officers on the left bench with contempt At a glance: "As I just said, we all know the state of those indigenous peoples: they have no lords, no order, and do not even know the meaning of civilization. Do we want the Thousand River Valley to become such a wilderness?"
With a cough, Armand straightened his clothes and stood up slowly: "Count Sampoli is indeed well-informed and well-informed. The natives of Zealandia you mentioned are examples of lack of education and civilization.
But our believers are different. They have faith, skills, and connections with families and religious orders.
Without lords, they would become like barbarians. Is it the same? This is too slighting them.
Dear representatives, we are not opposed to the existence of lords, but to correct the lords’ bottomless behavior. Obviously hell cannot scare Prince Condai and certain nobles. They still have to do the opposite.
Don’t complain that the Holy Father has not sent down the punishment from heaven. Isn’t this the punishment from the Holy Sun?
The lord's duty is to assist and guide, not to control. Their behavior should be restrained by the Holy Father. The Holy Father sent down the Holy Sun to establish this system to restrain the behavior of the nobles. "
"Wow!" There was a burst of applause from the left seat of the field. Even Jean Bon couldn't help but applaud. Sampoli said that managing them was a charity to them. Rang Bang felt unhappy for a while.
The people in the right seat were obviously pale and began to whisper to each other again.
No. Needless to say, this morning was an absolutely novel experience for Rang Bang. The two seats on the left and right went back and forth, and they even went to the middle seat to encourage and canvass votes.
During this period, two noble representatives tried to bribe and coerce. The middle seat representatives were asked to leave the venue, and a middle seat public opinion representative was disqualified for allegedly accepting bribes.
It's a pity that the fight lasted from morning to noon, but there was still no result. No one on either side could convince the other.
As the scorching sun rose to the center of the sky and the representatives were exhausted, the two "tribunes" on the bench announced the adjournment of the meeting for dinner.
“You don’t need to go out to eat by yourself. The Constituent Assembly has prepared meals in the Holy Communion Hall. There are beds in the guest room on the second floor for rest, but please arrive at the venue on time before 2 p.m.”
Carrying a cream pastry that he hadn't eaten in seven or eight years, Jean Bon found Liborole who was sitting in the corner eating.
Although they left the venue, the Holy Communion Hall was still divided into piles.
Nobles and knights occupied the terrace, officers gathered on one side of the corridor, and the middle position was naturally occupied by representatives of public opinion.
"Why didn't you see the two tribunes?" Jean Bangfa asked, licking his butter-stained fingers.
“The two tribunes will have a meal together.” Liborolle put a piece of honey chicken into his mouth, “I guess there are important things to discuss. After all, can we legally oppose the nobles? Do you want to see what the two tribunes mean?"
A craftsman on the other side whispered: "I finally understand, our name is Dai. The table is actually the counselor, and the two tribunes are the ones who really make the decision. "
"At least, if we can convince them, the Qianhe River Valley can go as we envisioned to a certain extent. ." Lipolole touched the representative badge on his chest, "The power of a representative is not small, no matter how big it is."
The fate of millions in Qianhe River Valley is just in the hands of two people.
Libo Rolle couldn't help but wonder, what are they talking about now?
Is it the welfare of the faithful? Or is it the future of the country? Is it a heated argument over differences, or is it an exchange of interests for the next bill?
(End of this chapter)