.dr September 3, 1992 Naserier City

In the cool autumn wind, warm autumn days, and floating ancient countries that have been floating for a long time, when the elves no longer pose a threat to them, the Naseril Empire in the north is no longer the great protector they deserve to be grateful for, but the evil oppressor who needs to work together to defeat...especially after the imperial government began to plan to strengthen centralization and weaken local power.

This sharply enhanced centrifugal tendency was particularly obvious in this election - although the ruling party alliance did not have serious divisions, as the only candidate for the ruling party, Ganmelier basically obtained all the votes in the local central government. However, in the past, the major autonomous regions that had always been a mess, this time, the ruling party alliance of the ruling party was launched.

This constituent was a devout believer of the Lord of Dawn Losandar, and an advocate of limited anarchism and local autonomy. He advocated that when the pressure of foreign aggression subsided, the central government of the imperial government should give up military, political, diplomatic, and tax intervention in the various autonomous regions, and change the federal system to the confederacy system, turning the Naseril Empire into a "coal of independent countries."

This is almost a political theory of "peaceful destruction of the country", but what is even more excessive is that he also believes that the original central jurisdiction and state-owned industries should be regarded as "public wealth" and can be "jointly negotiated and dominated" by members of the alliance!

Such a wonderful theory of "from the local central government" is obviously very popular among the local princes - several more powerful main autonomous lords instructed their electoral representatives to vote for him. In contrast, the supporters of the central government gritted their teeth for him and even planned several unsuccessful assassinations - the logic of this bastard is to regard the central government as a cow that is arbitrarily extracted by the autonomous lords! In this way, wouldn't it be necessary to reverse all the superiors and inferiors of the upper and lower levels and let people live?

Strictly speaking, he is even more abominable than those rebel separatists. He is already going to ride on the empire and act as a mighty man!

Originally, even with the support of several major dominants, Barut's votes were still far from comparable to Garmel. However, the further development of the situation was surprising. A fire broke out in the backyard of Ganmeril. Due to the collusion between the separatists of the dominions and the Independence Party of the New World, a small half of the representatives of the thirteen states of the central government, which had always been backing, turned against each other, resulting in a sharp shrinkage of the gap between the two sides. Then, the church organization of the God of Knowledge Ogma, did not know what kind of ecstasy was poured into it, and announced that it would turn to support Barut. The change of the banner of this old political ally caused the ruling party alliance to disintegrate on its own. Moreover, some representatives of the central government and many small dominants were forced to turn against or abstain from the fact that they believed in the God of Knowledge, and the situation of the election was getting worse and worse.

In order to preserve its already weak advantage, Ganmelier hurriedly sent people to lobby for the church of the goddess of wealth and trade, hoping to turn enemies into friends with this temporarily neutral long-term potential opponent and gain support from funds and influence. But just as the two sides were still bargaining endlessly, the newly conquered Taesel and Kalinshan territories in the south gave Ganmelier a fatal blow. Due to geographical proximity, representatives of both places were attracted and bewitched by several major autonomous lords closer to the south, and seriously lacked recognition of the imperial center in the far north. At this critical moment of taking sides, of course, they hoped to maintain their independent status.

As a result, the balance of the election was completely reversed. The "three horses" alliance of the Mistera Church + Iristri Church + Ogma Church, which had been in charge of the imperial regime for a hundred years, finally fell down due to internal discord and division - it was quite sad and ironic that if Ganmelier's ability and luck were slightly worse than that, he did not seize so many new territory from the elves during his term, and ended military control too early, he might be able to barely maintain the ruling position of his party... because it was the votes of Taesel and Kalinshan that gave the most decisive blow to the camp of Ganmelier that caught him off guard.

This is not only a failure of Gan Melier's personal future, but also a failure of the central faction's ruling ability, or a failure of the behind-the-scenes boss of the empire, the magic goddess Mistera. It can even be said to be a historic failure of the entire Naseril Empire!

Before this, although the Naseril Empire had many competitions for the throne of the Supreme Leadership and the rotation of the ruling parties, no matter who came to power to form a cabinet, it was actually under the acquiescence and control of the magic goddess Mistera, and was born in a core area directly under the central government of the empire, representing the interests of the old factions of the elders who had existed since the beginning of the founding of the country. In essence, it was just a new bottle of old wine, and it was no longer a real regime change.

However, this time, the rebellious princes from all over the world truly united and overwhelmed the central government through legal means!

What bad things will happen next? Ganmeir could almost conjecture with his eyes closed: he took advantage of the victory to pursue, and then arranged his confidants to completely clear out the old ruling party's positions of real power, and then united the princes of various places to divide various state-owned assets, including the directly under the jurisdiction of the territory... After everything was eaten up, the Naserel Empire was announced in accordance with the "principle of national self-determination"...

Obviously, unless the new CEO, His Excellency Baruert, completely abandoned his usual propositions, it would inevitably lead to a terrible full-scale civil war - no force would be willing to be slaughtered, let alone the central faction that holds the largest military force in the country.

Of course, if we want to mobilize the Central Army near the capital and launch a military coup to overturn the election results, although it is straightforward, it is still undesirable for the time being, because no one is ready for a civil war. In addition, before the other party makes any actual actions that harm the country, it is difficult to get enough public support, which will lead to the collective separation of the southern governors, and there is no name for attack... At some point, an appropriate title is still very important.

Since that's the case, before the borers could get down their mouths, they would turn every bit of tempting fat into hard bones in advance, so that they could bite their teeth alive!

"Richard, is there any news coming from Congress?"

Before leaving, Ganmelier shook the brass bell on his desk for the last time and called his secretary, "Why did the proposals for the establishment of the Silver Moon Federation Autonomous Domination, the Valley-Comanso-East Frontier Joint Autonomous Military Region, the New Naserel Colonial Free State and the dark areas of the free cities, have not been passed until now? Could it be that there is any sudden emergency?"

"Oh, there are no major changes. After all, the new round of parliamentary elections will be until next month. Our supporters will still occupy the absolute majority of parliamentary seats, and they can be forced to pass." The middle-aged secretary with a sad face sighed, "But on the opposition party, he is unwilling to let the flesh that is about to reach his mouth slip away, so he has been rubbing repeatedly in the parliament!"

"Repeat and repetition?" Gan Meller blinked strangely, "How to do it?"

"In order to express their firm opposition, during the voting, the opposition MPs collectively adopted the so-called 'nihilate tactic' in front of the ballot box. Specifically, they took one step and two steps back, took a break and calmed down and then stood still. They delayed from noon to evening and had not finished the vote. Depending on the situation, they would probably have to struggle until midnight!" Richard spread his hands helplessly, "Do they think it would be useful to drag it down?"

"Well, I think they probably don't expect this approach to have any effect, because there are so many differences in votes."

Gan Melier, who has rich political experience, hesitated for a moment and figured out the reason. "The opposition MPs are performing for their backers to show that they are not ordinary people, but have done their best... The so-called ** politics operation procedure is actually such a party and faction who are desperately trying to sell their performance process in order to win the election."

He sighed and turned around, then looked through the window at the Victory Square where the bronze statue of Terramant Tanshul stood in front of the residence, and the parliamentary auditorium opposite that was neither gorgeous nor majestic, as if it were an iron lunch box that was pressed upside down on the ground. "How is the mobilization of various legions now? Have you all left the unstable zone?"

"This..." The middle-aged secretary quickly took out a booklet from his pocket and flipped it slightly, "The 10th Legion stationed by Kalinshan and the 11th and 12th Legion stationed by Taesel had left the camp ten days ago and went north, and successfully passed through the entire Amman Dominion, and was about to arrive at the Bald Gate of the Silver Moon Federation; the Guards and the First Legion stationed in the capital had also been secretly assembled, and were scheduled to quietly set off tonight, cross the northern desert to return to the Silver Moon Federation; the Fifth Legion and the Outer Sea Fleet, which were originally in the deepwater city of the Silver Moon Federation, held a flag change ceremony two days ago, and was officially adapted into the Federal Army and the Federal Fleet; the Third and Fourth Legion stationed in the dark area, and the Second Legion stationed in the Santiar Fort are also stepping up preparations for the flag change adaptation, and should be able to complete it before the new consul officially takes office..."

Gan Melier nodded slightly and praised him. This was the final trump card he played at the end of his term in order to safeguard the interests of his faction. Before the opposition leaders came to power, they announced the independence and autonomy of the central government directly under the central government in advance, divided up all the armies directly under the central government, and completely hollowed out the imperial central government that was handed over to the successor Barut. After deducting the most essence of the Silver Moon Federation, the eastern border areas, the dark areas and the thirteen states of the new Naseril Empire, the only area of ​​the Naseril Empire government was left with the barren grasslands and deserts near the city. They could not squeeze out too much oil and water, and their income might even be difficult to maintain the normal operation of the central government.

Moreover, even this land with low value was not very valuable, Gan Mellier did not intend to give in to the local area.

"...But we have problems with the transfer and adaptation of the Fleet of the Stars, or the Inner Sea Fleet."

After reporting all the good news, Secretary Richard reported the bad news. "The fleet has been scattered in the major port cities on the coast of Sambiya, Cormier and Dragons. Its predecessor was the joint fleet in these places. It has been infiltrated very well since its establishment. After the mobilization order was issued, more than half of the captains and sailors immediately disobeyed, and some warships were forcibly detained by local armed forces. In the end, only 15 warships arrived at Santiel Fort. In addition, there were only 35 warships on the eastern border, which was less than one-third of the other... The sea control rights of the entire Falling Star Sea area are no longer on our side."

"This is also an expected loss, so don't mind too much." Ganmeir said quietly, "It's impossible for everything to go well in this world. It's good to be able to do this... By the way, how about returning the Anauroch grassland to the Imperial Senate, or the Joint Conference of the Great Arcanist? Haven't those old guys chosen their fiefdom yet?"

"Don't mention it, as soon as we threw this big pie out, those hypocritical arcanes snatched their heads. Now all the martial arts are being performed in the Senate every day!" Secret, "Everyone wants the territory of the Sea of ​​Shadows or the Strong Stone Plain, but they don't want to suffer elsewhere!"

The so-called Enoak Grassland is the original Enoak Desert, which is the core area of ​​the entire Feren continent and the location of the First Empire of Naserel in ancient times. This was once a high forest and meadow, but when the First Empire of Naserel was destroyed, the vitality of the land was drained by the underground monster Felin Demon Aoi, and it turned out to be a full of yellow sand without vitality.

After the establishment of the Second Empire of Naserel, he spent a lot of effort to wipe out the Ferin Demon Aoi and green the old lands of the ancient empire, but in the end only half of the Enoao Desert was restored to grassland. Among them, the most abundant water plants and the most pleasant environment was the place where the city was located, surrounded by towering scimitar mountain ranges on three sides, and in the middle was a huge freshwater lake with rippling waves - the Sea of ​​Shadows. The lakeside area is densely vegetation and abundant water sources, so some cold-resistant crops can be planted. Moreover, the surrounding mountains are rich in minerals and produce many precious and rare magic materials, which is very coveted.

The principle of the String Plain in the north is slightly worse. It is just an ordinary grassland, which can only be grazed but cannot be cultivated, and there is no mineral. However, this place is the core hinterland of the First Empire of Naserel, with various ancient ruins scattered and have not been excavated yet. If a guy is very lucky and finds a big treasure, he will really benefit from it for the rest of his life.

Apart from these two places, the rest of the Enoak Desert is still thousands of miles of yellow sand, with only a few oasis dotted among them. In the ord in the south, it is so dry that there is not even one oasis. Apart from the northernmost place close to the highest ice, and being able to rely on ice and snow melt water to make a living, there are basically no residents and no source of wealth.

Since this land is the homeland of the First Empire of Naserel, from a legal perspective, it should naturally belong to the Great Arcanist who once ruled here for 35 centuries. Previously, in order to prevent the further expansion of local separatist forces, the imperial government long-term rejected the claim of ownership of the Great Arcanist Joint Conference on this land. It was not until now that the regime was about to change, that it finally let go.

For the joint meeting of the great arcane artists who have been facing financial shortage for many years, this is tantamount to a timely help.

Although most of the current Naseril Arcanist still owns their own floating city, most of them have shrunk to the level of aerial villas or fortresses, and it is difficult to achieve self-sufficiency. They must continue to invest huge sums of money to maintain their operations. Magic research is also an extremely expensive business. Although every great arccanist who contributes to the country can enjoy many public allowances, most of them who lack sponsors still suffer from short research funds for a long time, and the replacement of imperial regimes has made them worry about the future. In this case, the government actually threw such a large amount of money into the sky without warning, and the great arccanist naturally fought to break the head.

"Since you can't get the result for a while, then put the ownership of the territory directly under the name of the Joint Arcanist Conference, so that they can argue slowly in the future." Ganmeir yawned boredly and gave the final instructions, "It's really unimaginable that there are no deserts in addition to the land in the city. Everything else must be sold or divided as soon as possible. Be sure to do nothing to leave for Mr. Barut... Okay, is there anything else? I should go to attend to the farewell party tonight."

"There's nothing more..." The middle-aged secretary suddenly became a little hesitant, "but someone insisted on getting your reception."

"Now, there are still people who want to see me, a guy who fell off the stage? I thought everyone should go to Barut to flatter him!" Ganmeir smiled bitterly with a self-deprecating and saying "Who is that guy so lacks eyesight?"

"This old guy with no eyesight is your teacher!"

A rough and hoarse voice rang at the office door. Then, before the owner in the room allowed him, an old man with a cold face and a biting a sea soak pipe in his mouth slowly walked in from outside. Ganmeir looked at it and smiled even harder.

"Teacher Ilminster, when did you run out of the madhouse... were you here to see me off?"

"This is naturally one of the purposes of this trip. After all, you can be regarded as one of my most promising students."

The old man pulled out his pipe from his mouth and spitted a big smoke ring towards the ceiling. "But first, there is a business to tell you. According to the latest news from His Highness the Goddess who passed through the silver fire, the miscellaneous army you sent to the Mazka continent has occupied the Port of Tongbes, but it has suffered heavy losses and has basically lost its combat effectiveness. Therefore, I ask you for more reinforcements and material assistance... It is best to send another expeditionary force to attack across the ocean and replace them who are tired of the troops."

"Has the Port of Tongbes been regained?" Gan Melier blinked in surprise, "This is indeed good news, but it was too late, otherwise maybe he could have won some votes in the election. As for reinforcements..."

He continued to smile helplessly, "The regular army of the empire is still being reorganized and dismissed in large numbers. Where should I go to arrange reinforcements? What's more, I am an outdated guy who is about to step down and retire. How could I get the war authorization from Congress? As for material assistance, it is difficult to handle. The domestic situation is really too chaotic... If you have to make any statement, it seems that you can only give them some empty titles and have a little spiritual motivation. However, you have to consider what to give. Teacher, do you have any good suggestions?"

"That's not the job I'm good at, it's better to judge it yourself. Don't get involved with laymen like me."

Ilminster replied indifferently, "Speaking of all, I just heard from Congress that several directly under the empire's districts were going to separate their families. Of course, although this method was a little more intense, it was also a way to avoid suppression by the next government... But are you sure that this is really good?"

The old man's expression suddenly became serious, and he stared at the students in front of him with bright eyes. "It is easy to completely break up a country, but if you want to reassemble each part again, it is far from that simple... Do you have confidence to guarantee that this is not issuing a death sentence for the Naserel Empire?"

"...As the day the election results were announced, this death sentence had been issued!"

Faced with the aggressive questioning of the Great Sage of Ilminster, Gan Melier just kept smiling and shook his head, "All contradictions have been exposed, and the fatal ruthless move has been used by our opponents. We can only be tooth for tooth and eye for eye? Although this approach is indeed exploring the fragile foundation of this country, in order to safely survive the life and death crisis in front of us, who can take care of so much?"

"...But what should we do in the future?" Ilminster closed his eyes with a heavy face. "The central government has become a shell with a false reputation since then, and the imperial army has been divided from now on. Even if we can maintain the current situation and successfully win the next election, the road to peaceful reunification of the empire has come to an end. After that, either a full-scale civil war or a scattered division... Didn't you think of such a terrible danger before you made this decision?"

"What can I do if I have thought of such a terrible danger? This is a helpless choice. Even if I know there is a cliff ahead, I can only walk down with my eyes closed."

Gan Melier sighed and shrugged, "This round of competition has come to an end, and we have lost. For us now, it is enough to recover some losses as much as possible. As for the future... let's talk about it later!"

“…”

After the two looked at each other silently for a few minutes, Ganmeir lowered his head slightly, rubbed Ilminster's shoulder and walked out of the office, then walked through the courtyard outside the door, and calmly left the residence. Behind him, a red sun was slowly falling from the foothills of the west, and the sky had faintly lit up twinkling stars.
Chapter completed!