Chapter 366: My Attitude

The three people representing the highest authority of the Backlund Church walked into this Order Palace together and saw the statue of that "Founder."

Klein's spirituality intuition jumped slightly as he looked at the legal document held in the statue's hands.

It was a book carved from jade, lifelike, as if it could be opened to consult the legal details within.

"This statue indeed contains the power of order," Saint Anthony said, as if he had guessed Klein's thoughts.

"Its utility is to ensure that the laws established within this palace can be implemented throughout the Loen Kingdom," the "God's Singer" added.

"Is that so..." Klein sensed that power of rules; if the rules left behind by that "Founder" still had such power, then in all likelihood, they were not dead. Was that an Angel who had lived for nearly two thousand years?

The Augustus Family was truly terrifying.

Klein felt he had to be cautious; with the identity of a Dream Bishop, basically no one dared to touch him, but some things were impossible to guard against.

"Let's go," Saint Anthony and the "God's Singer" led Klein, the newcomer, into the Order Assembly Hall.

The people here were the highest-ranking individuals in the Loen Kingdom, the kind who could truly influence countless people with a single thought!

As the three of them walked into this ancient, elegant, luxurious, and majestic hall, almost everyone looked at them. Among a crowd of upper-class people in suits and leather shoes, these three bishops in clerical robes were truly prominent.

And it was only after arriving here that most of them realized that today's internal noble meeting actually had members of the Church in attendance.

If it were just for show, that would be one thing; there were as many things like the Coal Smoke Reduction Society as one could want, and these big capitalists would be very happy to donate a large sum of money to such associations.

"Today's meeting is mainly for the 'Survival Act'," George III glanced in the direction of Klein and the others, then looked at the nobles who were all bowing their heads.

This was a middle-aged man with a small mustache, serious and rigid, with a firm face. He wore golden ceremonial robes and a crown, truly possessing a certain kingly demeanor.

The "Survival Act" meant cutting flesh from the nobles and big capitalists; how could these nobles be willing to submit?

And even from a radical perspective, this "Survival Act" was too radical, naturally meeting with opposition from these Conservative Party members.

"The meeting begins!" An attendant of the Augustus Family struck the Golden Bell.

"Your Majesty, the formulation and implementation of the 'Survival Act' are too hasty. I suggest appropriately delaying this process, using three to five years to slowly implement it, so that we can..."

But the "Survival Act" was too harsh, leaving not a shred of leeway for these big capitalists.

"Dong!"

Upon confirming this person's viewpoint, Klein did not intend to listen further. He looked at this gentleman who was dressed appropriately, had graying hair, and wore a gentle smile, and remembered who he was.

Cutting flesh from nobles and capitalists to support the impoverished at the bottom? How could that be possible!

He and Duke Negan seemed to both be of the Conservative Party, the largest land-owning nobles in the kingdom besides the Augustus Family.

"I also feel it is a bit too fast," that Duke Negan whom Klein recognized also raised his hand to signal.

And it was clear that the person presiding over this meeting was the current King of the Loen Kingdom, "George III."

Aguxide Nigen, the older brother of that Duke Negan who had once been saved by Bishop Chumen, was the current Prime Minister of the Loen Kingdom.

"The 'Survival Act' has only been in development for a few months. This is already the fastest law our kingdom has ever formulated and pushed forward. It inevitably contains many loopholes. We need more time; we even need to Restart the legislative process."

Duke Negan was even more conservative than the Prime Minister, actually wanting to re-legislate!

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

The seconding voices of the major nobles rose; more than half of the nobles spoke up directly, and a kind of invisible pressure swept toward where Klein and the others were.

The number of Beyonders among the nobles was absolutely astonishing, so even if these people dared not directly pressure the three of them, when their wills were unified, those who held opposing opinions would inevitably suffer a kind of invisible psychological oppression.

"..." The "God's Singer" and Saint Anthony seemed to have long anticipated the current situation, their expressions remaining normal, not putting these nobles in their eyes at all.

Klein narrowed his eyes, his expression gradually turning gloomy; this was the attitude he wanted to convey to these nobles.

All the nobles had forgotten the pain once the wound healed. The most important factor in the "Survival Act" passing a few months ago, besides the efforts of the major churches, was actually that evil god sacrifice.

Many nobles died in that evil god sacrifice, which terrified these pampered noble figures. To prevent the same thing from happening again, they did indeed painfully concede a portion of their interests to let the "Survival Act" pass.

But after these few months passed, these nobles felt they were capable again after updating their bodyguard teams, and were preparing to take back the things they had conceded.

King George III reached out his hand and pressed down lightly; the seconding voices gradually weakened.

"That won't do. Restarting the legislative process severely damages the sanctity of the law. I suggest establishing new implementation details under the 'Survival Act'; that would be more convenient for the implementation of the plan," another noble stood up and said.

Was this probably taking a half-step back? Giving the major churches an explanation?

This suggestion also received the support of the remaining nobles. Among them, there was one person Klein had quite an impression of: Earl Hall, the father of Miss "Justice."

Subsequently, the people who proposed these three viewpoints all elaborated on their thoughts more deeply, striving for the support of more people.

The nobles were in high spirits and radiant; some calmly stated the pros and cons, while others argued until their necks were red. This was their battlefield.

Klein had never experienced such a scene and lacked an intuitive understanding of the political means of these nobles.

Of course, in his previous life, Klein had also debated politics on the internet; he could roughly understand that it was just the usual routine of playing good cop/bad cop and opening the window by threatening to tear down the roof.

Therefore, he disagreed.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

Klein knocked three times on the table in front of him. The sound wave was amplified by the Sound Magic from "Fairy Tale Arrival," suppressing all arguments.

All the nobles, including King George III, looked at Klein. The expressions of most of the nobles were somewhat strange, carrying a certain mocking tone.

But Klein completely ignored them, merely stating his own viewpoint.

"No," Klein looked at the Prime Minister who had proposed delaying implementation.

"No," Klein looked at Duke Negan who had proposed Restarting the legislative process.

"Not enough," Klein looked at the "half-step back" noble who had suggested establishing details.

The Order Assembly Hall fell into an eerie silence because of these three answers.