Political games were always maddening, because the side that lost every game would release the power and wealth in their hands!
No one would sympathize with the weak. People would only step on their heads and enjoy the carnival.
The power and wealth released by these people would become a delicious meal shared by the victors.
This was a gamble, and the young Earl felt nervous, uneasy, and terrified!
Yes, this was a political gamble. He didn't know whose side he should stand on. Perhaps the aristocrats?
Or the royal family?
He didn't know how to choose, because there wasn't an old aristocrat with rich political experience, such as his father, sitting next to him and telling him what choice to make and why.
He couldn't get this experience, and the fear of making a choice made him want to run away. He would only talk about these things, and wouldn't take the initiative to make a choice.
"Who do you think … will win?"
After a long time, the young Earl asked tentatively. "There has to be a winner. If it's not this side, then it's the other side. There has to be one, right?"
He seemed to be asking Lynch, but also seemed to be talking to himself.
Lynch nodded. "Yes, there has to be a winner, especially when the core of their fight is power."
The uniqueness of power was the most fascinating thing about it. If everyone had the same power … then power wouldn't be so fascinating.
A few people held the power to decide the fate of the many. This was the goal of the politicians. They were actually fighting for their own fate.
Only when they reached that point could they control their own future. Otherwise, they could only be like the majority.
For a certain person's idea one day, they helplessly changed their life and work habits.
People usually called this change — policy!
Everyone wanted to be the one who made the policy, not the one who followed the policy.
"I don't know who will win …" The young Earl's eyes were also very blank. The royal family had actually contacted him during this period. The special region of the empire was also the most important part of the empire's strategic map.
The aristocrats who came to Amelia to develop were also valued beyond the norm. Originally, no one would pay attention to them, but because of the struggle between the royal family and the prime minister, the royal family began to pay attention to them, and so did the aristocrats.
Once a political game began, it would not stop. No one would stop it, and no one would be able to stop it.
Everyone had to pick a side. This situation might not be urgent now, but when the conflict erupted and the struggle became more intense, they would have to make a choice.
Lynch gave him a direction without hesitation. "You're a noble of the Empire. You should stand with the other nobles."
The young Earl did not give up this opportunity and asked seriously, "Lynch, why should I choose this?"
"The royal family's control over the military is still quite firm. If we can't convince the high-ranking military officers to join us, it will be very difficult for us to fight against the royal family."
"He has an army, but we might not have anything!"
This was also the main reason why the little count did not know how to choose. Because of historical reasons, after the military power of the nobles was taken away by the royal family, the royal family became the only nobles who could have armed forces.
Yes, from a certain point of view, the imperial military was actually the private army of the royal family.
The nobles couldn't gather enough forces to fight against the Empire's military. If they really reached the last step and the Emperor launched a military crackdown, how could the nobles resist?
At that time, perhaps the nobles who opposed the emperor would all be killed by the emperor!
The little count was terrified. He had to figure it out.
These questions … were actually not difficult.
"You can't just look at the things in front of you. You can't just look at the things in front of you. You should broaden your vision and look at the whole world."
"If Gaffra Island falls into a civil war, do you think the other countries will act as if nothing has happened and let the civil war end and form a new unity before contacting you?"
Lynch shook his head and had a very convincing temperament. "No, they will interfere when the civil war is at its most intense, including the Federation."
"Instead of directly attacking the armed forces of Gaffra on the battlefield, it's better to wait until you fall into a civil war and choose a side to help you destroy your own armed forces."
"From then on, this world will no longer belong to Gaffra's status and glory. The Prime Minister knows this, so he boldly established the rules. The Emperor also knows this, so he must contact the military."
"He must ensure that the military at least does not intervene prematurely in this dispute. The military may only intervene at a critical time, but more often than not, they will be used to guard against the interference of international forces."
"If there are no accidents, you will find that the Imperial Navy will begin to move. They will patrol the nearby waters or participate in some long-distance escort work."
"The fleet will not always be docked on the island. This can avoid excessive contact between the nobles and them, and also ensure that at critical times, the military will not be fully involved in the political struggle."
"As for the things you are thinking about …"
Lynch smiled and blew out a puff of smoke. "You must know that the pressure of the royal family does not only come from within, but also from outside!"
The little count was stunned for a moment, then he seemed to understand something. "You mean, there may be some countries interfering with the situation on the island?"
"It's not a possibility!"
Lynch corrected a mistake in his words. "There will inevitably be interference. If during this process, the fleets of some countries do not exercise normally or approach Gaffra, do you think the navy will be able to go back when necessary?"
"No, they can't go back."
"As long as the navy is delayed at sea for a few days, all the battles on the island will be over."
"Compared to losing a country's status in the international community, or even everything, is there a choice between the throne and the prime minister?"
The little count clenched his fist tightly. "Then I should stand on the side of the nobles!"
"Yes, and don't forget, there is still me."
Lynch straightened up slightly, letting his back leave the back of the sofa. This made him look more aggressive than before.
"I still have so many people in my hands, and two warships. If necessary, I can also pull the main force of Gaffra here!"
This was the confidence of having someone with a gun. At most, everyone would fight a war.
Lynch now understood that the armies of these coastal countries were terrible. He had not come into contact with the fighting power of the inland countries, so he did not dare to make any judgments. At least, saying that the army of Gaffra was terrible was actually a compliment.
As long as Lynch and Blackstone Security's field agents did not leave here, or even showed the attitude of wanting to attack some small cities, it would inevitably attract the attention of Gaffra's fleet.
"In fact, there is a key person in this, and that is the prime minister. If the prime minister does not compromise in the face of external pressure, or if he takes the initiative to release a signal to the outside world, the royal family will have no way to do anything."
"So, if the royal family does not have the idea of sinking into the abyss with the nobles, then in this battle, the nobles will definitely win."
"Does the emperor have such determination?"
Lynch shook his head again. "I don't know, but he should be very clear that if he really mobilizes the navy and army to attack the nobles, with the interference and intervention of a third party, Gaffra will be completely finished."
"At that point, he will have nothing."
"But if he can endure it, he will still retain considerable power, and he will have a chance to regain power."
"The prime minister is the best example. He has been in power for 30 to 40 years, but as long as an opportunity arises, he will seize it, and many things will change."
"I believe that after the emperor considers it, he will be more inclined to preserve his strength and wait for the next opportunity."
"Like I said before, the prime minister is already very old. Perhaps after he dies, there will be such a possibility?"
The little count's scalp tingled. He did not think that he was stupid, but compared to Lynch, he felt that calling himself a fool was saving him some face.
After analyzing the relationships of various people, he felt that Lynch was right. The nobles would not give up such an opportunity, and the royal family would not die with the nobles.
At least he knew that if the royal family did so, he would be the first to run, whether to Amelia, the Federation, or somewhere else.
He did not care, since he was rich and respected everywhere.
But the emperor and the royal family could not. They had no place to go, and if they went elsewhere, they would lose everything they had.
They were only royalty when they were on Gaffra Island. Once they left, they were nothing!
After solving the biggest problem in his heart, the little count breathed a sigh of relief. "I think I know how to reply to the nobles in the Privy Council. Lynch, thank you!"
The little count was very sincere. "If it weren't for you, I don't know what I would have done. This is too difficult for me!"
Lynch smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "We are friends …"
A little later, the former countess bit her lip and came out of the bathroom. She felt more relaxed than ever.
Then she lay on the bed and snuggled up to Lynch's chest. "Every time he encounters such a problem, I can't help him. Thank you, you have solved our big problem."
Lynch played with the woman's smooth hair. In order to slow down their aging, some of the nobles would wash their hair with milk and take raw goose eggs all year round.
It sounded a little disgusting, but they believed that doing so would make them look younger.
The former countess' hair was very soft. He did not know if she used milk to wash her hair, but she was wearing a shower cap just now.
"This is nothing. Someone has to tell him how to face the world!"