"It should be, but at this juncture..." Crow stopped talking halfway, but everyone roughly knew what he meant.
"Forget it, this is none of our business. We are still students of Emenas, so it's best not to get involved in such things." Heisen said on the side, slowly waiting for these people to pass by, and then continued to move forward with a few people and sat down in a restaurant under the Holy Flame Palace.
The space in the restaurant was not very big. They were on the second floor and sat at a seat on the side.
By this time, the sky had completely darkened, and the walls of the room were replaced with burning wall lamps. The flames burned quietly inside the windshield tube, emitting a bright yellow color.
While waiting for the meal to be served, a few people heard other guests around them talking curiously.
"Where did those priests come from? They were so bold as to insult the Scepter Priest of the Ten Sword Palace directly."
"I don't know the specifics, but I heard that most of these pastors are from small towns. Because of the church's arrangement, they have been serving as pastors in remote and impoverished areas for more than ten years, but they have never been promoted or transferred, so they have a lot of resentment."
"Then why scold Sibisi for such a thing? He doesn't seem to care about it."
"He doesn't care, but his students and friends do. It's said that many bishops in wealthy areas are from Sibis' faction. They look after each other and have great influence. This is probably what's causing the public outrage."
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Just as Loran Hill and others were leisurely looking at the night view outside the window, a waiter from the restaurant finally brought tonight's dinner.
Bubbles still rose from the reddish-ochre stone pot, the broth still bubbling and emitting an alluring aroma. Inside were small pieces of yellow, green, and red meat, vegetables, and roots, a beautifully balanced palette of colors.
"This is a unique way of cooking at the Holy Flame Palace." A student said so, then picked up a wooden spoon, scooped out some and distributed it to his companions.
"It's said to have been invented by priests in remote areas long ago. Since the Chaos Plague had just ended and many areas were short of food, they would chop up their game, dug up roots, and fruits, and cook them together. As they cooked this recipe over and over again, they found a few combinations that tasted really good, and they passed it down through the generations."
"We use this kind of stone pot because there were not enough iron tools at that time, so we had to use local materials. This restaurant also retains the original style." Heisen explained like a master taster. This tall and strong student seemed to have a special knowledge of food.
"It sounds very historical." Jelica picked up the spoon and couldn't wait to taste it.
"Let it cool for a while, this is very hot." Ya, who usually has a cold expression, now shows concern for others.
"Oh, okay." Jelica put down the spoon for the moment and looked out the window at the night view.
Among the mountains at night, a long dragon of torches spread up the mountain road. Even if you sit in the restaurant here, you can hear the echo of shouting from the other side of the mountain.
"I didn't expect people here to start shouting slogans too." Jelica sighed.
"Are frost roses common over there?" the silver-haired girl sitting next to her asked curiously.
"Yes, in the past few years, a lot of new things and new systems have been introduced from Luerna. At first, the local people didn't quite understand them, and the local big families were quite resistant. Later, they started hanging banners on the streets and organizing people to shout slogans."
"The gist is that justice and democracy in power cannot be controlled by the stubborn conservatives. Over time, everyone will be gradually mobilized, and then when the top leaders of the Frost Alliance implement new policies, there will be much less resistance, and gradually the power of the local big families will be confiscated."
"Originally, the local major families were also major chambers of commerce, and the surrounding residents all worked in the chambers of commerce. They were all fellow villagers and were particularly united. Now that power has been taken back, the Frost Alliance has begun to dismember these major chambers of commerce and gradually merge them into official organizations."
"Large organizations like this each have their own responsibilities, and there's much less competition." As Jelica said this, her expression wasn't as relaxed as before.
"Isn't this a good thing? This way, a lot of internal friction can be avoided." Crow said casually while holding a glass of sake.
"But... I'm still a little worried. This means many ordinary people will have no other options when facing such a powerful behemoth. And in this case..."
"In this way, a monopoly is formed," Loran Hill added with a sigh.
Although Frost Rose also has so-called democracy on the surface, this kind of "democracy" only serves the powerful side, that is, the powerful.
The entire country is like a huge company, whose purpose is to make profits for the top leaders (mages, wealthy families, etc.), and then use this to expand its strength, actively spread out to the surrounding areas, annex the seven countries of Xuehua, and finally confront Cang Cui.
It seems like the right choice, but it's all based on huge sacrifices from the bottom up. Just like a company, when you can no longer provide value (labor, fighting, wealth), you'll be abandoned. They won't provide retirement or some so-called guaranteed benefits.
Because the structure of power is that the higher the extraordinary power and the more wealth a person has, the higher his voting rights are, while the poor and lower classes who do not have extraordinary power have very low voting rights. Naturally, their interests do not need to be considered in the proposals of the parliament, and even their rebellion does not need to be considered because they do not have that power.
The people at the bottom of society are like firewood. After burning their most valuable years, they will be abandoned like garbage.
However, under the propaganda slogan of the Frost Rose Union, such behavior is not wrong, but correct and great. People believe that their misfortune is caused by their own lack of excellence.
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