T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 177, Section 176: Bed, you're making me cry my eyes out!
As the prison guards went into overdrive, Jiang Heyi surveyed the council hall corridor, which resembled a bustling marketplace.

Looking at the large, excited crowd of noble youths, his mind suddenly calmed down.

"Why do this?"

Without electing representatives, everyone expresses their own opinions, and each person's views differ greatly, which is fundamentally detrimental to reaching a consensus.

The emperor of Anna should have known what an absurd scene it would be to gather all these nobles together.

Was it simply to make the eight nobles of Bujissa lose face and back down, so that he could act as a mediator and mediator?
He sensed something and slowly moved to the back row: "Mint, you said that the emperor of Anna has become a master of impartiality in the last 5 years. Does that sound like a turning point?"

Mint stood on tiptoe, and Jiang Heyi bent down slightly, beginning to mutter softly.

"It's a very famous thing, but I'm afraid I need to tell you briefly about what happened 25 years ago first."

Twenty-five years ago, Emperor Kurien, then thirty-two years old and in the prime of his life, led the empire to its zenith.

His unparalleled personal abilities enabled him to do things that his fathers never dared to do, such as reform.

Due to the cyclical nature of the magical tides, most civilizations face immense challenges to their survival.

While the surge of magic brings upgrades to the magic system, it will also overturn the underlying order of civilization.

The recurring chaos has resulted in many parts of the mainland remaining in a bizarre hybrid political system.

The same was true of the Anna Empire, which lasted for a thousand years.

The Anna Empire is ostensibly a feudal system, but due to its vast territory, strange things often happen in places beyond the reach of the central government.

The Great Snow Mountain of the Screamers, which Jiang Heyi and others visited, has a vast territory under its jurisdiction, and surprisingly, a strange scene of three lords jointly governing it has emerged.

Most players' first stop is Windpod City, where, at the start of the Great Reclamation Era, the lord was actually elected by the citizens through free election.

For a long time, becoming an imperial citizen was effortless.

If you consider yourself a citizen of the Empire, then you are.

"The twin emperors, through their powerful personal charisma, have created an empire that resembles an empire."

This is the evaluation of the imperial system by scholars of the Ana Continent, and also the highest praise for the twin emperors.

If we compare the twin emperors to the original programmers, then the successors of the Anna Empire are like the miserable coders who took over the code from their predecessors.

To fix the various bugs left over from the original version, the inheriting programmers began to use various methods to patch things up.

This ultimately led to the ultimate shit mountain code that players see today.

It combines many elements such as feudalism, parliament, semi-centralization, and imperial system.

Its composition is so complex that modern internet users seem quite simple in comparison.

Various bugs complemented each other in a wonderful way, stitching together to form a unified whole, and the empire miraculously operated to become the overlord of an entire continent.

It must be said that if this were a real historical event, sociologists could write countless magnificent articles just by observing how the empire operated.

Jiang Heyi thought to himself that such an abstract and peculiar setting could only exist in games.

As time goes by, those with foresight can foresee that bugs buried in the code will eventually cause unpredictable harm.

It was so complex that the empire's administrative costs rose year by year as productivity increased and the times progressed.

Mint's constant complaints during her journey about the livelihoods of the millions of canal workers, as well as those unpleasant service details, all stem from this overly cumbersome system of interlocking systems.

The system has been running perfectly for hundreds of years, even surviving two waves of magic power and remaining standing.

The greatest programmers of all dynasties tacitly made a decision: if it can run, don't move.

As we all know, finding a bug in a piece of code and then trying to fix it out of curiosity often leads to some subtle chain reactions.

If you find a bug in Shit Mountain's code, you should treat the bug as part of the whole and ignore its existence.

However, the young and vigorous Kurien led the empire to its zenith, and he believed that he was qualified and capable of becoming the strongest programmer in Anna's history.

So he decided to fix the bug.

His solution was centralization.

At the age of thirty-two, he was at the height of his power. He gradually and tentatively completed the initial reforms, but then stopped because the nobles began to show obvious resistance.

He is a smart man and knows that nothing can be accomplished overnight.

Otherwise, an empire riddled with bugs could suddenly decline.

However, he never found a suitable opportunity to continue this great undertaking after that.

Until five years ago.

Emperor Kurien decided to make a small change to the rights of the lords of the territories—to change some of the taxes that were previously paid only to the lords of the territories to be collected directly by the Empire.

No one knows why Kurion brought up reforms again after more than 30 years.

The man whom the people of Anna called the Lion was no longer the same.

The old and frail lion was no longer able to subdue the other lions, and the reform was met with unanimous resistance, including from his own son.

The reform, amidst the harsh "admonitions," subsided into silence with Kurien's resignation, without causing the slightest ripple.

Since then, Kurien has become a master of impartiality. His ambitions seem to have vanished with the failure of the reforms, leaving only a tattered shell, quietly ruling the empire that was thriving in the eyes of countless people.

The story was long, and Mint told it quickly, but Jiang Heyi still managed to receive all the useful information.

When he came to his senses, he found that the others were also gathered around, listening intently and nodding from time to time.

Recalling all his experiences after visiting the Empire, and the subtle attitude of never showing himself, he vaguely sensed what Kurien wanted to do.

Jiang Heyi quietly reminded everyone about the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Show your aggression, we're about to give you a big one."

French Fries asked in surprise, "You've figured out the most reasonable way to handle the discussion?"

Jiang Heyi smiled: "The jailer is already showing you the correct answer."

Under the onslaught of the jailer, the Earl could no longer withstand it. Feigning anger and clinging to the idea of ​​"reason," he insisted on saying "falling stars seal the sea," but his momentum weakened by three points before he even opened his mouth.

Seeing that no one was willing to continue dwelling on the issue, Prince Sloan, following Jiang Heyi's suggestion, changed the name to "Giza Desecration of the Siren Incident".

To make the event more memorable, a particular name should be highlighted, and Giza happened to be one that everyone remembered, so he was chosen.

This can be considered a historical record.

"Since there are no objections, let's get down to business and discuss the punishments for the eight people who blasphemed the King's Court of the Fallen Star Sea."

Prince Sloan walked to the bronze bell and tapped it twice, signaling that those who wished to participate and "bring glory to the country" could begin.

Unlike at the beginning, for a long time, no bubbles floated out of the bronze bell.

The jailer's smile was incredibly smug.

"Well, I'm awesome, right?"

The boundary between reality and illusion is blurred, and the emotional value is maximized, with praise such as "As expected of you" being endless.

The bronze bell shook, and two bubbles floated down.

Prince Sloan paused slightly after hearing this.

As the host of the event, he had the authority to decide who went first and who went last. After a moment's hesitation, he used magic to amplify his voice.

"Count Gnus".

This was an elderly man with white hair. He didn't look very energetic. His face was pale, and his skin was dry, wrinkled, and dull, giving the impression that he didn't have much time left.

Prince Sloan allowed his son to be helped onto the stage.

Unbeknownst to everyone, when Mint saw Count Gnus, her eyes narrowed and a chill crept onto her lovely face.

"Wow, at this age, with such energy, the jailer would be breathless after a couple of words from him." Orange Tea was sweating. "Is someone this age even joining in the fun?"

"Are veterinarians accurate in judging people?" the jailer asked, still eager to try. "Maybe he's actually a hidden powerhouse, just playing the victim?"

It's just a game anyway, so let him get angry if he wants to, he doesn't care.

Taking advantage of one's age?
Hey you old bastard, give me some gold coins!
None of them were as impulsive as the jailer; they all wanted to continue pushing forward the storyline rewards.

Anyone could see that the other side's people came prepared. The prison guard was being aggressive, so I decided to avoid their sharp edge and appear weak.

The jailer continued his rampage, and those recording scrolls and crystal balls that Mint had pointed out, hidden in the corners, would be broadcast live on the streets of Anna tomorrow, showing the scene of them humiliating the old nobleman.

Substitute!

Who would be the most suitable candidate?

The person in bed raised their hand: "Me, me, me, hi hi!"

“I also think the blanket is suitable.” Mint quickly took out the paper and pen she always carried with her, used magic to sketch on it, and handed it to the blanket.

"Such a dramatic flair, this was practically made for you."

She quickly glanced at her mother's lovingly written cheat sheet under the covers and immediately knew what to do.

The prison guard, who was unleashing his full firepower and spraying bullets in all directions, didn't request to engage in a confrontation, which made many people in the corridor frown.

The plan backfired.

But it doesn't matter, Count Grenus is the perfect shield, anyone who tries to take a bite will break their teeth.

Don't even think about taking another step forward in punishing Giza!
Before the blankets even reached Count Gnus, he began to cough violently and pleaded in a weak voice.

"It's just that the young man made a mistake. Why should the Fallen Star Royal Court make such a big fuss? The Empire and Fallen Star have always been on good terms. If the pursuit is too heavy, it will hinder the future relationship between the two races."

"The Empire is willing to pay generous compensation. They are still young. Let them go."

She shook her head in bed: "But the Earl also said that they made a mistake."

"The crime does not warrant death; it can be redeemed."

"If an ordinary person offends someone close to you, can you atone for their sins?"

The blanket is a natural-born actor, perfectly portraying a weak and timid character, almost like a completely different person.

I wonder whose acting skills are better, hers or fries'.

The soft, timid appearance of the blankets was so deceptive that, although Gnus hesitated for a moment, he continued.

"Of course, it's possible. The law is no different from human sentiment. Several of them are heirs of their respective families, the only descendants. Kindness and compassion are the only way for the races to coexist in the long run. Don't you agree?"

“But,” the bed suddenly changed the subject, “Count Gnus, your youngest son did not do it that way.”

Grenus trembled violently.

"Three years ago, a potion apprentice was gathering herbs outside Fragrant Wind City when he accidentally kicked over the medicine basket that your youngest son had left behind. He witnessed this and burned his right hand with flames, breaking three fingers."

"That girl was willing to offer all her magic potions as atonement, and your youngest son's exact words were... 'Does a commoner even deserve to discuss imperial laws?'"

As she spoke in bed, tears welled up in her eyes: "That girl was about my age, an excellent potion master, huddled in the wild, covered in wounds. If she hadn't met a kind person, she would have died."

There was a rustling sound in the council hall.

Some things can be done in secret, but if they're exposed...

The whispers reached his ears, and Grenus trembled violently with excitement. He struggled to break free from his son's grasp and angrily rebuked him.

"This is utter nonsense, a fabrication without any basis!"

"To make accusations without any evidence is such a despicable act!"

His face, which was barely any flesh, flushed red with excitement.

"I have proof!"

The sound of mint drowned out everything.

"You can ask about this name in the Leaf Elf Kingdom, south of Windpod City. She is now the chief apprentice of the kingdom's potion master."

"Out of fear of retaliation, she fled the empire with her talents."

The potion-making skills of the Leaf Elf Kingdom are second to none on the continent.

To become the chief apprentice, one can only imagine the extent of one's talent.

The council chamber erupted in chaos.

Even the nobles who were watching the spectacle changed their expressions.

Unintentional persecution has driven geniuses from our own country to other countries, which is extremely egregious.

The other factions, who were watching the disgraceful behavior of the Giza nobles, all stood up and stared at Grenus with serious expressions.

Their sense of imperial honor compelled them to make their stance clear.

"Can't you see? This is a despicable trick by the Fallen Star Royal Court to collude with foreign countries in an attempt to gain the upper hand in the council," Grenus shouted hoarsely.

This statement made the nobles who had stood up to watch the play hesitate.

"Then I'll also act as a witness."

A voice drifted down from the sixth floor, the highest point of the connecting corridor.

Gentle, graceful, with a touch of languor.

As if by some strange magic, the council chamber fell silent.

They all seemed to recognize the owner of that voice.

Mint trembled uncontrollably, her breathing rapid and alarming.

"Mint Mom?" Orange Tea noticed her unusual expression and quickly put her hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

Mint opened her mouth and gasped for breath, her breathing becoming rapid.

She slowly raised her head.

They were far apart, but their eyes met in mid-air.

As always, they looked down on others and remained arrogant.

The upturned corners of her mouth seemed to say...

"haven't seen you for a long time."

“Rene…” Mint gasped as she uttered the name that still suffocates her to this day.

"I never expected to see you here, Mint." The light streaming through the stained glass windows of the dome fell on Renee's meticulously styled silver-white hair, giving it a sacred and enchanting quality.

She was like a proud angel, smiling as she rested her chin on her hand and glanced sideways at Mint in the audience.

With the same composure that has always allowed it to overcome the mint.

She spoke again.

“I testify that what Mint said is true. Dana from the Kingdom of Decaying Leaves is the newly accepted apprentice of the chief potion master.”

The proud angel, with disdain in his words, casually crushed Grenus, who was still trying to struggle.

The council chamber erupted in noise again, filled with contemptuous curses.

Gnus felt chest tightness.

So close, the blankets were still weeping. She was already immersed in the role, unable to control her emotions. Her low sobs were like muffled hammer blows, one after another, striking Grenus's chest.

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

"Why are you crying?"

Pushed out to fight off the enemy, he became the laughingstock of everyone. Grenus's blood boiled, and he roared angrily, pointing at the bed.

She cried even louder in bed, tears streaming down her face.

The commemorative scroll and Baoyu will surely preserve this mournful and heartbreaking sound of weeping.

Grenus pointed to the bed, and suddenly, his vision was reversed, and he felt dizzy.

Suddenly, everything went black.

"Father, father!"

"Pfft."

Before anyone could react, he fell straight forward, his forehead hitting the ground with a thud.

Blood gushed out, staining the council platform where the twin emperors swore their oath and persevered to the very last moment before their deaths.

"I will accept everyone's supervision."

As if something in the oath had responded to the voices of the twin emperors, the council platform offered its first sacrifice since its construction.

The son of Gernus took his breath and felt his pulse, his whole body trembling.

"died……"

The crying in bed stopped, and she stared wide-eyed at Grenus's blood-soaked head.

What?
died?

What did I do?
Suddenly, I noticed in bed that my experience bar had increased slightly.

(End of this chapter)