Chapter 63: Sharing the Cake
As he spoke, Bishop Moselle glanced at his subordinates behind him.
The other party immediately retreated.
More than ten seconds later, as the crowd separated to both sides, a look of surprise appeared in people's eyes.
I saw a dining cart pushed by that person from the middle of the road to the front of the stage.
It was a large dining car with a specially customized giant cake on it. It had four layers in total and was decorated with various colors. It looked quite tempting.
Considering its size, it is probably more than enough for everyone present to share a piece.
Seeing that the other party had set up such a battle, a gloomy look flashed in Duke Tyrus's eyes.
But he remained silent and looked at Bishop Moselle.
Seeing this, Bishop Mosel saluted again: "I heard that Mr. Duke's birthday is coming soon, but considering that you are busy with military affairs, I didn't dare to disturb you rashly, so I thought of using today's charity Dinner, I send you the sincere blessings of Tianli Church.”
His eyes were very sincere, which could be said to have given Duke Tyrus face.
No matter what you say, the other party is a very powerful person.
Even if he has a stronger backer behind him, it would be better if he could win over him with benefits.
Moselle’s move has two meanings.
The purpose of taking the lead in donating money is to tell the other party that without his approval, these nobles will not stand on his side.
And this piece of cake is equivalent to the existence behind him, an olive branch extended to Duke Tyrus.
Either don't even get a penny and just leave.
Or join them and share the cake together.
The choice was immediately placed in the hands of Duke Tyrus.
Seeing his silence, Bishop Mosel was secretly happy, thinking that he was considering his unspoken proposal.
So he struck while the iron was hot and said: "This cake is made to order in the largest workshop in Orne City. The portion is very large. Even if one portion is given to all the guests present, it is more than enough."
"Since So, can I go a little overboard and share a piece of this cake for everyone?"
As he said that, he took the dinner plate and knife handed from the side.
"Mr. Tyrus, you are the most powerful person here." He looked at the other person with a smile, "The biggest and sweetest piece should be given to you."
As he spoke, he prepared to strike.
But at this moment, Duke Tyrus, who had been silent, finally spoke.
At this moment, his face no longer had the smile at the beginning of the dinner. It was calm with deep majesty, as if it was a precursor to the coming storm.
"You are here to share the cake?" He said coldly, "You are just a district bishop of the Tianli Church. Who gave you the right?"
He was talking about sharing the cake, and not only Just talking about sharing the cake.
At this moment, the topic seems to involve the direct purpose of Tierus's trip, which is also the fundamental conflict between the two parties.
tax.
“What on earth are they talking about?”
Looking at the tense atmosphere on the field at this moment, Grea said blankly.
Lynn scratched the crow mask: "To sum up, it is probably a conflict between the imperial power and the nobility."
Duke Tireus can be regarded as representing the former Saint Laurent VI. To collect taxes.
But such a powerful person was obstructed by local forces.
How could they dare to be so bold if they didn’t have the long-standing aristocratic platform in the imperial capital behind them?
“Although I don’t understand very well,” Greya glanced at him, “Her Royal Highness seems to have been hoping that you can help. What should you do later?” “What? Do you want to help Tianli Church disperse the firepower? "
"Don't be stupid, at this time, it is best to wait and see what happens." Lin En chuckled, "Only fools would take the initiative. Go up and be a living target.”
Gloria glanced at him and hesitated to speak.
Hearing Duke Tireus’ sudden attack, Bishop Mosel froze.
He looked up and found that the other party had a majestic expression, and a pair of tiger eyes seemed to be shining with light, staring at him with majesty.
Fortunately, Bishop Mosel has also seen many strong winds and waves, so he did not appear timid on the surface.
"Mr. Duke seems to be dissatisfied? In this case, it is up to you to share the cake."
As he spoke, he was about to hand over the knife in his hand.
This is actually a huge concession.
Mosel thought that Duke Tireus had a big appetite and wanted more, so he was prepared to agree temporarily to satisfy his greed first.
Unexpectedly, Duke Tireus shook his head again: "Just because I said you don't have the right to share the cake doesn't mean that I do."
He rejected Mosel again. Bishop's kindness.
For a moment, Bishop Mosel froze on the spot, his face seemed a little gloomy.
Hearing such arrogant and unreasonable words, the surrounding atmosphere also cooled down.
A pair of solemn eyes looked at Duke Tyrus, thinking that the other party was about to start to attack.
At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly asked: "Dear Mr. Duke, since you said so, who has this right?"
"Is it possible? Through our internal elections?”
It was a friendly joke.
The person who spoke seemed to have a prominent position in Orne City, so everyone around him laughed in a low voice.
He seemed to be easing the tense atmosphere in this way.
But Duke Tyrus did not take this as a joke.
"Election? It sounds like a good method." He shook the red wine in the glass and said lightly, "But this will also bring about two problems."
"First, the wishes of a small number of people will be ignored. For example, the guests present may not all want to share this cake with you, but they are forced to hold their noses and swallow it."
Speaking, Duke Tyrus glanced around.
Sure enough, hesitation appeared on the faces of a few of the guests.
"Second, who can guarantee that the person who is elected will not have more greedy ideas after tasting the deliciousness of the cake and take the portion that should belong to others, resulting in unfair distribution? ”
As he spoke, he glanced at Bishop Moselle casually.
It seemed to be hinting at something.
The Bishop of Mosel's face turned green and red.
At this moment, someone else in the crowd said: "What if we send another person out to supervise the person who divides the cake?"
The person who spoke was a city official. The members of the parliament are themselves local nobles.
“This method is even more stupid.” Duke Tyrus shook his head, “You will definitely collude.”
Hearing this, the man suddenly turned pale.
Obviously, the power corruption in Orne City has reached the point where everyone knows it.
(End of this chapter)