Last Totem Novel - Chapter 301

Chapter 301 Shout And Ask
Two months later …

By Dr3713-04-19, the early summer sun shone on the earth, making everything in the world brighter and more charming. The grass was greener and the flowers were more charming. In the quiet garden, there was occasional refreshing wind blowing past. Immediately, tree shadows swayed, flowers and plants swayed, attracting cicada sounds.

“Grandparents, good afternoon.”

At this moment, on the second height of the Eternal City, on the floating island “Land of God”, in the Sun Temple, in the meeting hall of the Council of Elders, Yoga Lombar was standing on the stage, greeting the fifty-odd old men and women present.

“Aiya, my great-great-granddaughter has grown up and is getting more and more beautiful.” “He really looks like his father.” “How? You Jiawen is a rude bandit. I think she has inherited the handsomeness of our Gresham family.”

“No way, she’s only one-sixteenth of your Grisham bloodline. No matter what, she doesn’t look like our Grandmother’s generation. She’s one-eighth of our Kreemans bloodline. Look at her eyes, they look exactly like her grandmother …” “You two fart, she looks like someone from our Mordleton family.” “Hey hey hey, how can you swear?” “Old friend, please pay attention to your image.” “I’ll scold you. What’s wrong?” “I’m not respectful to you.” “Old fool!” “Stop arguing. It’s time for the meeting.”

A skinny old woman wearing golden spectacles whispered, “Eighth generation granddaughter is so old. Why didn’t she invite me when she got married? It’s too disrespectful to the elders. I’m going to spank her butt …”

“Ah …” reminded another plump, kind-looking old woman. “Have you forgotten that she is now the Temple Princess? According to our tradition, she can’t get married.”

“Really? You’re not lying to me, are you? Although the old woman is 197 years old this year, she’s still not confused.” The old woman trembled as she raised her head and said. Although his face was covered in wrinkles as deep as a knife, his dark green eyes were shining brightly, blooming with resplendent brilliance. If one looked at her purely through her eyes, one would not be able to tell that she was an old man who was close to two hundred years old.

“I’m not lying to you. Also …” said the relatively young old woman. “This year is 3713. You are 198 years old.”

‘”You’re not lying to me, are you …” “Why would I lie to you?” “Third generation granddaughter, you don’t respect your elders. I’m going to spank you.” “No, I was wrong …”

The old man and matriarch below whispered to each other. It was noisy, even more noisy than the annual tea party.

Seeing this, You Ge rolls her eyes, clears her voice and says solemnly to the only young man present, “Good afternoon, Cousin William.”

“Cousin You Ge, good afternoon. You’re getting more and more beautiful.” The man she called immediately stood up and responded politely. It was a blonde, blue-eyed, handsome man, somewhat similar to Bryan Reinhart that day, but with a calmer temperament and a deeper gaze. He was William Reinhart, the first in line to succeed the Lion City Reinhart family.

What made one sigh was that William, as a great noble of Silver City, did not have the slightest bit of psionic talent in his blood. However, although he was only an ordinary human, he was quick-witted and steady. He was known as a “Military Counselor” and was called the Three Roses of the Temple along with Eva Green and Elvis Shelley, the “Think Tank”.

Among them, Red Rose Elvis Shelley was famous for her high military accomplishments and strong tactical awareness. She was then the deputy chief of staff of the Temple Crusader Army; White Rose Eva Green was famous for her knowledge and knowledge. She was then the Marshal Clerk of the Dawn Expeditionary Army; Violet Rose William, on the other hand, was known for her steadiness, foresight, and strategic clarity. She was then the Assistant Secretary-General of the Temple’s Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Because the Reinhart Clan’s talents had withered away, several generations of people hadn’t left the Saint Stage. Without a Saint rank, it meant that one’s life expectancy was short. Now that their current Patriarch was old and weak, he could only let William attend the Council of Elders on his behalf.

Although the Reinhart Clan had many Saint-ranked aides, I didn’t have any. It was like a lush tree that held the heavens. The trunk of the tree began to rot in the air, as if it would be crushed by the dense and heavy canopy at any moment. The Reinhart Clan was not like other established clans such as Lombar, Modleton, Graysham, and Kreemans. They had only risen for a short period of time, less than three hundred years. And what really made them ascend to the throne and become one of the eleven great nobles of the world was not martial power, but gold coins.

The Reinhart family was originally a commercial family, not a traditional military family. In their heyday, the Reinhart family was a rich nation, known as the “golden lion of the West”, and the world’s top ten nobles, even the Temple and Notre Dame, were their debtors.

During the Battle of Glory, they quickly chose their camp and provided large amounts of money for the Psionic Alliance and the Temple. It had to be said that they had contributed a lot in that battle. Afterwards, in order to cancel out the astronomical debts, the world’s top ten nobles squeezed out part of the land, making the Reinhart family the world’s eleventh largest noble.

However, because of the way they climbed to the top and the noble tradition of martial arts, the Reinhart family was privately referred to as the “speculative family” or “bought throne”. In short, contempt floated on the surface, and many talented families wanted to replace it.

A hundred years ago, they had married many great nobles, including Lombar and Modleton. However, for some unknown reason, perhaps because their bloodline was impure, or for some unknown reason, their clan had always had very few psionic practitioners. Even today, the Reinhart Clan was still rich, but the problem of talent withering had always troubled them.

At this time, You Ge and William’s greetings attracted the attention of the old man and the old ladies, and the venue immediately quieted down.

Taking advantage of this gap, You Ge hurriedly announced, “Today is the summer meeting of the Council of Elders. Grandparents … and cousins, please propose a motion.”

“I support cousin You Ge.” William’s voice was gentle and gentle, but the words he said were a bit “retarded”.

When You Ge called him just now, he deliberately omitted the word “distant”, so he naturally couldn’t appear unfamiliar. His distant cousin had only recently severely punished his third younger brother, who was also one of her distant cousins. A few days ago, the newspaper was full of flashy news: “The lion apologizes to the wild wolf”, “The knight from the wilderness conquered the lion in the west”, “How to drag the lion to run …” and so on. Although the great nobles of Silver City were more or less related by blood, and they had even lived together when they were young, each and every one of them fought harder and harder for their interests. When necessary, not to mention cousins, even brothers would fight to the death. As for distant cousins, there’s no need to mention …

Eugene Lombar had a notorious reputation as a child, known as the “Little Demon of the North”. Back then, he could hear her story across the Atlantic Ocean from far away in the Western Continent. This was also why the third young miss of the Lombardi family was very beautiful, but no one was willing to provoke her. Her “Little Demon” halo had long caused the Silver City nobles of this generation to ignore her beauty. She bullied her younger brother Bryan a while ago for advertising for her lover and retaliating against him for voting against the Limited Restoration of Mechanical Power Armor Development and Production Act early this year.

At that time, he was only concerned with opposing the proposal of the New Moon Alliance, but he had forgotten the attitude of Pope Saint Augustman Modleton of the Temple. Although he had suffered a loss, it was against the interests of the Reinhart family to fight against the princess of the Temple. Since the other party had extended an olive branch and had the opportunity to repair the relationship, he naturally couldn’t let it go, lest she would target him again in the future.

Since ancient times, the aura of a great noble was not something that a small noble could compare to. In the eyes of the great nobles of Silver City, what the people of the Far East called “enmity between father and wife” was merely a matter of conflict of interest. If the two sides reconciled, no matter how great the hatred was, it would disappear.

“There are no eternal friends, no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.” This ancient Western saying could be said to fundamentally reflect the values of the great nobles of Silver City.

Those who were “narrow-minded and narrow-minded” were usually small and medium-sized nobles. One must know that a person who values the gains and losses of a moment more than anything else will never achieve much in his life. In the Ancient Era, the people of the Far East once worshipped the saying as a classic, “It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.” However, life was a long way off, thinking about hatred, what else could happen?

It was precisely because they were broad-minded and long-sighted that the great nobles of Silver City, who had inherited from the ancient times, were able to stand tall in this world. They would not fall for a thousand years, and they would live for ten thousand years. However, things in the world couldn’t be generalized. The reason why they were so open-minded was because they occupied most of the resources in the world. Ordinary people might not be able to get a single hair out of their poor lifetime’s hard work.

The basic reason why ordinary people don’t have much tolerance is because they don’t have much to lose. Just like the eight-year-old Tie Zha, losing Old Man Tie was equivalent to losing half of the world and facing loneliness and death. If someone took everything from him, how could he not hate him?

After You Ge finished announcing, the venue fell silent for a long time, as if no one was willing to take the lead in proposing a proposal. At this time, a white-haired old man stood up and said loudly, “Since everyone doesn’t ask any questions, then let this old man start.”

“Grandpa Bruno, please speak.” You Ge smiles and says. The old man’s name was Leo Bruno. He was 267 years old this year. He was one of the few Saint-ranked experts in the Temple Elders’ Council who had participated in the last war.

“A few days ago, when my grandson was reading the newspaper, I heard that Central Heavy Industries is developing a mechanical power armor that uses black oil as fuel. Here, I want to ask …” The old man’s gaze suddenly became extremely sharp. He looked around the entire arena and said in a deep voice, “Has everyone’s life been too comfortable and comfortable these past few years?” The old man suddenly raised his voice, widened his eyes, and shouted loudly, “You’ve all forgotten the glorious battle!”

Amidst the shouting and questioning, the venue was completely silent, as if even the soft sound of breathing had been deliberately suppressed …