The Temple's envoy? George was startled, and subconsciously looked towards the entrance of the venue, only to see eight young scarlet priests walking in quickly. After entering the door, they looked around like the twelve guards before, and saw the high priest of the Temple of Lunvington City, Torre, who announced yesterday that he would take two days off, walking in with a young man, smiling.
When they saw the young man walking side by side with Torre, they couldn't help but murmur, thinking that this was not right. Wasn't he the envoy of the temple? Why was the young man still wearing an ordinary robe?
But no matter how much people grumbled, no one dared to really doubt the identity of this young man - he came with Torre, and if he was a fake envoy, could Torre do this?
When Wu Lai's eyes swept over the young envoy, he couldn't help but curl his lips, because the one who came was none other than the dandy Wright, Lyle Gerard, who was even more dandy than Khufu.
After Kevin recognized that the person was Wright, he couldn't help but lower his voice and asked Ibe, "When did Wright become a member of the temple?"
"I don't know about that." Ibe shrugged.
Even though the one who came was a playboy, since he was a member of the temple, George had to suspend the meeting again to greet him. As usual, the participants stood up and saluted to show respect. Those sitting on the main stage naturally left Kevin behind and followed George, but this time it was okay, at least there was Ibe to accompany him.
"Oh, it turns out to be the honorable Wright Gerard. It's really a surprise today." George said to Wright with a smile.
"Surprised? There's something you mean that's worth pondering. What's the matter? Do you have any opinion about me?" Wright has never been a person who does things his own way and doesn't follow the rules. The first sentence he said made George choke.
"No, look at what you said. I can't even say welcome. What I mean is that just now, Vice President Ibe also came. You two are really a coincidence." George's smile did not diminish, but he was muttering in his heart. Are these two people really a coincidence? Impossible? There is only one horse road from Assyria. Haven't they met before?
Wright immediately dispelled his doubts: "I know he is coming. I met him twice on the road. If his carriage was not faster than mine, he would not have been the first to come in here. But, isn't it cool for me to come in now?"
"Well... of course." George nodded, thinking to himself, when has he not been cool?
"Are you in a meeting?" Wright glanced at the meeting room and asked in a low voice.
George had no choice but to nod again, thinking to himself, you are just trying to find something to talk about. Isn't that obvious enough? "That's right, I haven't experienced what it's like to be in a meeting yet. Go, find me a seat." Wright said with a smile.
"If the special envoy does not mind, please sit in my seat. I have something else to do anyway. I will come to pick you up when the meeting is over." Torre on the side said with a smile. As the high priest of the Temple of Lunvington, he also had a seat on the main podium.
"Well, that's it." Wright nodded, and his eyes swept again, landing on Wu Lai, and the smile on his face suddenly became even wider...
The second episode was over quickly, and George opened the review paper again: "Wooleglindos, I now..."
Woolley almost laughed out loud when he saw George glancing toward the door as he read.
"Now, please explain why you need to break the pattern of cooperation in the division of responsibilities for public security, public protection, and finance, and set up seven additional bureaus, including transportation and health, environmental resources, construction, commerce, culture, taxation, and public protection." George said. Originally, he was going to put this question second, but the appearance of Ibe and Wright was obviously a little unusual. After thinking about it, he decided to throw this out first to test it out.
"Okay, Lord George." Wu Lai nodded and turned to face the participants.
"I think that following tradition is one of the virtues, but it is also important to adapt to local conditions. Salt Marsh Town is different from other places. It is small in size, but it is the first salt producing area in Assyria. Logically, it should be properly protected, but in fact, there are more than ten or twenty bandits of varying sizes scattered around Salt Marsh Town, with a total number of more than 5,000. This is one reason. Secondly, I believe that few of you here have been to Salt Marsh Town. You don't know how dirty, messy, and poor it is now. The environment is very bad. There is no land for planting, and drinking water must be transported back from more than 30 miles away by water truck..."
"...I don't want to criticize the original officials of Salt Marsh Town for being lazy. I just want to say that they have become accustomed to being lazy and dirty, and they don't think there needs to be any change, nor do they know what they can do for Salt Marsh Town. To put it more seriously, they are incompetent!" Wu Lai's words immediately caused a lot of discussion. For a consul to criticize his subordinates like this at a city-state meeting, either the consul was very strong, or his subordinates were really too bad, but either way, it was worth savoring.
"It is their duty and obligation to ensure the safety of the people, protect the people, and share finances with the governors. They receive salaries from the city-state, so they should work hard for the city-state! But they didn't." Wu Lai spread his hands. "This is too strange. When I was in Assyria, all the rumors I heard about Lunvington were good, but when I arrived in Salt Marsh Town, I found that it was not the case there."
"As an archon, even if I am the lowest-ranking archon in the Assyrian territory, I am always aware of my duties and obligations. The Supreme Council has entrusted me with this important task. Everyone present here cares about Salt Marsh Town, both openly and secretly. It is not reasonable for me to remain indifferent to the current situation in Salt Marsh Town..."
"It should be noted that I did not break the pattern of cooperation between the public security, the protection of the people, and the finance. The seven bureaus I added are actually managed by me, the public security officer, the tribune, and the finance officer respectively. Among them, the Cultural Bureau is managed by the public security officer, the Commerce Bureau and the Taxation Bureau are managed by the finance officer, and the Public Security Bureau is of course managed by the tribune. Environmental resources, construction, transportation and sanitation are all managed by me personally. Doing so is just to divide the things that need to be done into smaller parts and assign responsibilities to people, so that everyone has someone to manage and do everything. Dear Sir George, I have finished my statement."
Seeing everyone nodding while discussing, and seeming to agree with Wu Lai's approach, George couldn't help but frown. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "After you set up these seven bureaus, you hired more than 20 people on the spot. I heard that you plan to share this expense?"
"That's right. If you want people to do things, you have to pay them. First of all, I guarantee that the people I hire will do their jobs conscientiously. Secondly, and most importantly, the issue of cost sharing has been agreed upon by the townspeople. Everyone is willing to pay the staff of these seven bureaus because this is the first time in so many years that they have seen hope for change." Wu Lai replied.
"Wuligelindo, as a rule, all political and personnel changes at the grassroots level in Assyria must be reported to the higher level in advance, and a decision on whether the change can be made will be made after the higher level has agreed upon it. Adding so many people at one time naturally falls within the scope of political and personnel changes. Why didn't you report it?" George asked with a frown. Wu Lai's reasons were not only impeccable, but also quite plausible. George could only accuse him of "concealing the truth" and not reporting it.
"Sorry to interrupt!" Ibe stood up with a smile.
George was startled, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He thought, could this be the reason why Ibe came here? "Sir George, I want to say a few words to everyone, is that okay?" Ibe asked with a smile.
"That's of course no problem, please." George nodded. Ibe was a special envoy, and he made the request in front of so many people. Even though he guessed that Ibe was most likely going to speak for Wu Lai, it was not appropriate to stop him.
"Hello everyone, I am Ibe, the vice president of the Assyrian Citizens College. I came to Lunwenton as a special envoy of the Supreme Council. I am very happy to see the beautiful scenery along the way." Ibe said with a smile. "Lunwenton is an important town in Assyria. Its contribution to the prosperity and strength of Assyria is second to none in the territory, especially its salt production. To put it bluntly, without Lunwenton's salt industry, Assyria would not be able to reach its current level of strength. Without the support of Lunwenton's salt industry, our army would not be able to resist foreign aggression..."
Everyone nodded. Although Ibe's words were a little exaggerated, his intention to elevate Lunvington was obvious. Naturally, everyone present was very pleased and a feeling of pride arose spontaneously.
"As everyone knows, Salt Marsh Town has always received the highest level of attention from the Supreme Council. The two most recent governors broke the previous convention of being nominated by Lunvington and decided by the Supreme Council, and changed to being nominated and decided directly by the Supreme Council. I believe everyone can feel the position of Lunvington Salt Marsh Town in the eyes of the Supreme Council."
"I really like what Governor Wuleglindo said just now - 'Following tradition is certainly one of the virtues, but adapting to local conditions is also very important.' Think about it, isn't it for the development of Salt Marsh that the Supreme Council made adjustments to the selection of governors? As long as it is for the development of Salt Marsh, Lunwenton, and all of Assyria, there is nothing wrong with making appropriate changes, such as adding seven more bureaus. Let alone seven, even if there are seventeen or twenty-seven, as long as Governor Wuleglindo can ensure that they operate normally, do not disturb the people, and can bring tangible benefits to Salt Marsh, Lunwenton, and all of Assyria, then add them."
George's face darkened. Ibe was not only supporting Wu Lai, but also slapping him in the face, slapping him hard in public.
Kevin's face was not looking good either. He came to Lovington just after Ibe. What Ibe said just now obviously represented the attitude of the Supreme Council, but he, the second-in-command, didn't know anything about it. This was a bit too much...
More people were listening attentively. They wanted to know how much support the Supreme Council had for Salt Marsh Town or Wulai Grindo. That would affect their relationship with Wulai Grindo. The few nobles who took the initiative to show goodwill to Wulai at the banquet had already begun to feel secretly happy.
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"Since we've come to this, I might as well be lazy." Ibe took out an envelope from his arms with a smile, and took out the items inside, a copper seal and an authorization document stamped with the seal of the Assyrian Supreme Noble Council.
"Let me read it to you all." Ibe opened the authorization document and read, "According to the resolution of the Assyrian Supreme Noble Council, the Assyrian citizen and current Governor of Salt Marsh Town, Wuleglindo, is hereby granted the following powers: first, the power to appoint and dismiss personnel in Salt Marsh Town in an emergency; second, the power to establish additional institutions and departments; third, the power to adjust the military and civil layout of Salt Marsh Town; fourth, the power to form Salt Marsh Town's own army; fifth, the power to intercept half of Salt Marsh Town's salt production as military expenses. It is specially stated that when using the above powers, Wuleglindo, the Assyrian citizen and current Governor of Salt Marsh Town, must report the entire process to the Assyrian Supreme Noble Council. In addition, the above five powers are limited to Wuleglindo..."
Shocked! The whole audience was shocked! Everyone could hear that the Supreme Council was not only supporting Wu Lailin, but was actually giving him Salt Marsh Town. Wu Lai had the final say on personnel matters, the establishment of new institutions, the layout of the town, the formation of the army, and the interception of semi-finished salt production, which was a huge sum of money.
Many small families began to consider whether they should immediately send people and transfer money to Salt Marsh Town. Think about it, the young, domineering and intelligent Wuleglindo now has money, power, food and soldiers. The prosperity of Salt Marsh Town is just around the corner.
"This is a special seal of authorization." Ibe raised the copper seal with a smile, "When Governor Wuleglindo uses the above powers, he must stamp this seal."
After that, Ibe nodded to Wulai and said, "Consul Wulai Glindo, come and receive your authorization document and seal."
"I'm so embarrassed." Wu Lai scratched the back of his head pretentiously. He really didn't expect Connor to give such great support, but after thinking about it, he guessed 99% that there was danger on the Assyrian border and Connor was anxious.
With your face, are you embarrassed? Yibei almost laughed out loud, and urged Wu Lai again, and finally let the boy take the item.
When Ibe sat down again, Kevin couldn't help but come over and say, "The chief is very determined."
"Who said it wasn't?" Ibe nodded.
George was furious. The Supreme Council's move was equivalent to snatching Saltmarsh Town from him and giving it to Woolley, tearing out his flesh and heart while he was still alive. And it happened when he was least prepared - when he was about to give Woolley a good beating.
No matter how annoyed he was, he still had to go on with the meeting. However, the special authorization from the Supreme Council had already been issued. Was there any point in adding seven more departments? Just focus on the fact that he oppressed the civilians and stirred up everyone's anger. I would take advantage of the situation and write a petition to request that this guy be replaced. The Senate would definitely support it. George thought to himself, exhaled lightly, cleared his throat, and was about to speak when Wright's voice reached his ears from behind: "Consul George, I might as well say two things too. I've already said it."
George was stunned for three full breaths before he turned around and nodded: "Okay."
"Thank you. Hey, you look very bad. Are you sick? Or angry?" Wright raised his eyebrows and asked while looking at him.
"I'm fine, please do as you please." A bright smile appeared on George's face, and he thought to himself, if you say one more thing about my ugly face, I will beat you until you are half paralyzed.
"You have to take care of yourself. You should be less busy at night, you know." Wright smiled and winked at him. "What I want to say is more exciting than what Vice President Ibe said."
"Really?" George almost cried.