If there was no need for a 'war' between the new generation of nobles and the nobles of the Privy Council, then no matter how good Lynch was at talking, it would be difficult to convince these people to stand firmly with him!
In this world, other than blood relations, the most reliable thing was not necessarily reliable. Other than that, friends might not be as strong as people thought.
If a farmer made his child work in the fields for a day, a month, a year, or ten years, the child might not resist, but by the eleventh year, he would definitely have some other thoughts.
Why don't I resist?
Maybe I should pursue the life I want!
Even a father and son might not be able to guarantee 100% trust and cooperation, let alone a group of enemies who could not even be considered friends.
But benefits could.
In the factory and in the office, countless people worked hard for the salary that was paid on time every month.
They would beg the capitalists not to fire them, even if it was free voluntary overtime in return!
If there was anything in this world that was eternal, it was definitely not diamonds, but benefits!
Once the new Prime Minister Gefra's cabinet wanted to interfere with the political power of Amelia, would they let the new generation of nobles, who now controlled the lifeblood of society there, not do anything?
Impossible!
This was a conflict, a conflict of interests.
Even if the Prime Minister agreed, the nobles would not.
The island had been squeezed by them for thousands of years, and there was no more profit to continue squeezing. Everyone's life was not easy.
Amelia, an area that had not been squeezed by violence, still had pure and sweet milk flowing. With the greed of the nobles, they would not allow the nobles who had died to steal their wealth!
Yes, even if those things did not belong to them now, they were still their wealth!
Lynch's words directly pointed to the core of the conflict, and the Prime Minister did not know what to say.
He could not make any promises to anyone on this matter, and his relationship with the Privy Council was not subordinate, but cooperation.
The Prime Minister's expression was not good, because Lynch represented the attitude of the nobles in Amelia. In just one or two years, they had firmly grasped the lifeblood of various areas in the area.
In addition, there were merchants from the Federation who interfered. In fact, some of the problems in Amelia were more troublesome than the nobles in the Privy Council thought!
Thinking about it, the Prime Minister's head began to hurt, because his brain was about to boil!
"You're not on his side?"
He sighed softly, feeling somewhat helpless.
Lynch understood the meaning behind his words. He reiterated, "I'm not on his side. I'm only on our side!"
Perhaps this was the good news amidst a string of bad news. At least Lynch didn't want to support the royal family, which was very good.
No matter how fiercely he fought with those people, it was still an internal matter. As long as the general direction was the same, there was no problem.
The Prime Minister asked tentatively, "I haven't seen the Governor for a long time. How is he now?"
Before rushing to Amelia to take office, the governor was also one of the "noble" members of the Privy Council. However, his wife was the princess of the royal family, so he could be considered a relative of the emperor.
During the selection of governors, the Emperor had directly picked him. This caused many nobles in the Bureau of Military Affairs to privately curse the Emperor for being a foolish man who only knew how to place his own people in important positions.
He was testing the relationship between Lynch and the governor. If the governor had any words that he needed Lynch to convey, this was the best time.
Lynch shook his head slightly. "I'm not very familiar with the governor. You know, I'm an 'outsider' here after all. It's difficult for me to integrate into the old nobles' camp."
If the Prime Minister had read a very intelligent book, he would have a clear image in his mind — I've never seen it before …
After Lynch left, the Prime Minister called the Duke of Phoenix. The two of them talked for a while and seemed to have reached an agreement.
In the next few days, a line of defense seemed to have been completely opened in the Imperial Capital. The confrontation between the new generation of nobles and the old ones began to escalate gradually.
If you smash my shop, I'll burn your property. Everyone came and went, and it was very lively.
The Privy Council didn't hide these things from the public. Firstly, it couldn't be hidden. There were cases of shops being smashed and burned every day.
If they didn't announce it to the public, it would cause a great deal of unrest and unrest. After all, this wasn't a good thing.
When the Privy Council simply said that these were conflicts between the nobles, the focus of the whole society changed from "who was doing what" to "who would win in the end."
Some bookmakers even opened gambling houses for this fight, and many people placed their bets.
Watching the nobles' drama was probably one of the favorite things of the Guevara civilians. It was like the Federation's low-level people who liked to watch the scandals of celebrities and politicians. It had nothing to do with human nature, it was just pure enjoyment.
Moreover, this kind of conflict didn't affect ordinary people, and ordinary people didn't have to be afraid. Both sides maintained a very restrained attitude.
In the past, they used to use organized troops to fight. Now, they only smashed each other's property and burned some shops. It could be said that they were already controlling their emotions.
This was just a rare entertainment for the people of the Imperial Capital after being exploited by the capitalists and nobles. People would talk about how many people, when and where, and what they did. Were there any ordinary people who were lucky enough to pick up some spilled jewels and so on.
On Monday, the interrogation of the crown prince would soon begin. As the highest organization of the nobles, the Privy Council had to be arranged properly.
Many people came early in the morning. Some of the nobles who claimed that they would never wake up before 9: 30 came early in the morning to the Privy Council.
They didn't go in, nor did they go to any room. They just stood in the cold wind by the courtyard, waiting to watch a good show.
Today, the old noble and the young earl were both coming. They hadn't stopped for the past week. People were looking forward to what kind of scene it would cause when they met this time.
This might be the last thing the nobles looked forward to in this cold winter. After all, the weather was so cold that birds were unwilling to come out of their nests. If they didn't look forward to this, what else could they look forward to?
At 9: 40, the old noble's people arrived first. No one knew what he was thinking, but there was a large group of people today.
Some people counted that there were about 30 people. Among these people, except for a few henchmen, most of them were relatives of the old noble. In other words, they were all nobles.
Less than five minutes later, Lynch and the young earl also arrived. They had fewer people, only about 20.
Some of them went to do other things and couldn't come for the time being.
When enemies met, their eyes were red.
In less than a week, almost all of the old noble's properties in the imperial capital had been wiped out. He had never been so angry, even when he found out that his wife had been unfaithful to him, and that one of his children was his mother's.
He had only drowned the child and lied that he had drowned. He didn't punish his wife at all.
But this time, he was really angry. The pain that seeped into his bones made him unable to sleep every night.
Every noble family that could be passed down was a big family. The privileges of the nobles allowed these people to easily succeed.
After they succeeded, they would repay the family. This was also the reason why nobles would become stronger as long as they didn't lose their titles. They always monopolized some of the resources in society.
The two groups met outside the main building of the Privy Council.
The old noble's face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it. Lynch and the young earl were quite indifferent. After all, they were all unimportant properties. The valuable things had already been transferred. The loss seemed heavy, but it was actually very light.
On the other hand, the other party's loss was really heavy. They didn't expect revenge to come so quickly. Before they could do anything, most of their properties were gone. This also made the old noble's family fall into the most dangerous moment in three hundred years!
Seeing the two young people walking at the front, the old noble couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "Little bastards raised by a son of a b * tch." After cursing out these words, he felt much better.
But for some reason, Lynch suddenly stopped. He looked at the group not far away from them and looked at the old noble. "What did you just say?"
The nobles who originally thought that there was nothing to watch suddenly became excited. They all smiled like flowers in the cold wind.
The old noble was also stunned by Lynch's sudden question. He couldn't curse in front of everyone. He was a noble. He should maintain the demeanor and dignity of a noble.
He shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't say anything just now."
"You dare to say it, but you don't dare to admit it?"
The smile on Lynch's face was so irritating that it made people want to punch him in the face.
The old noble was a little alert. He looked at Lynch vigilantly. "I said, I didn't say anything just now …"
Lynch walked over with large strides. The young Earl stared blankly for a moment before following closely behind him. Everyone else also followed the two of them.
At this time, some of the nobles were so excited that their faces were flushed red. They even clenched their fists and prayed softly. Fight, hurry up and f * cking do it, I'm dying of anxiety!
Lynch strode over, bringing with him a terrible pressure. The old noble's face was even uglier. "What do you want?"
This sentence was said with a lack of confidence. He also realized this, so he added, "This is not a place for you to mess around!"
Lynch didn't care about this. He walked in front of the old noble, turned his head to look at the young earl, and then looked back at him.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lowered his head and lit it. He took a puff and said as he blew the smoke at the old noble, "I heard you scolding me just now."
He didn't give the old noble any chance to refute. He lowered his voice, bringing with it a heavy pressure. "Apologize!"
"Immediately!"
The old noble wanted to say something, but Lynch didn't give him a chance at all. He punched the bridge of his nose!