Chapter 1270 - 1269: King Slayer
Chapter 1270 - 1269: King Slayer
At night, after deep relaxation, tense muscles softened, and Lynch reclined against the headboard watching television.
Everything on television had some differences compared to the Federation, with Gafura using their unique cold-hued humor to harmonize the content of TV dramas.
From the perspective of the Main Island people, the effect was actually quite good; they could understand all the jokes in the dramas.
Whether it’s satire, teasing, or plain dry jokes, they could understand them all.
But for people outside of Gafura, it’s hard to comprehend. They couldn’t understand why some actors mechanically recited simple lines, causing some to laugh out loud while more people looked bewildered.
Previously, Gafura and the Federation carried out a series of cultural exchange activities, mutually importing a large number of literary and film works.
Not much needed to be said about literary works, as text is just a basic means of expression, allowing people to derive higher insights through imagination.
However, with film works, these things directly use visuals to limit the scope of people’s imagination.
The so-called high-rated works introduced by the Federation from here were not well received in the Federation.
They were too unique, so unique that Federation people couldn’t grasp the core of those films, and even some points that made Gafura people laugh could barely bring a smile through localized translation.
People couldn’t capture the arrogance hidden behind the films, yes, that’s also a kind of arrogance, a kind of emotion.
You can’t quite describe what kind of feeling it is, but everyone knows, everyone can feel it—even jokes are lofty, arrogant jokes!
This kind of reception was quite unfavorable; for Federation people who value freedom and equality, watching those films was like slapping themselves in the face.
The latter sentence was what a film critic said; he felt humiliated, humiliated by a film, by the arrogant attitude behind a film, not meant for someone like him, a commoner, but for the nobility.
Of course, this view is rather extreme, but gained considerable support from the grassroots film viewers.
As scatological comedy increasingly became mainstream, the purpose of people going to the cinema or lounging on a sofa was no longer to glean life lessons from the plot.
They simply wanted happiness, the unfettered freedom to cry or laugh.
Such simple and pure happiness they couldn’t get, what reason did they have to support Gafura’s films?
Except for screenings required by political needs, these films quickly became archived.
Conversely, films from the Federation exchanged to Gafura, despite being attacked by all critics and film industry professionals as vulgar and boring.
Ordinary folks loved watching them; they found no cultural burdens in watching Federation films.
They didn’t need to decipher certain artistic expressions to intensely express strong emotions; it was completely an Ultimate Level enjoyment!
People liked watching, but didn’t like discussing.
Just like Lynch’s current viewing of the television drama, cold-hued cold humor made one’s brain ache—perhaps only Gafura people would enjoy watching this.
The former Countess, returning from the bathroom, unhesitatingly displayed her body—the room was heated, she had no worry about being chilled.
Sitting at the dressing table, she completed her skincare routine before returning to lie on the bed.
"What’s that?" Lynch asked.
Earlier, he noticed the former Countess smearing herself with a kind of translucent gooey liquid all over and then wiping it off after a while; he was somewhat curious.
There weren’t many things that intrigued him, and this was one of them.
The former Countess explained it was a new product from the Gafura Royal Science Institute, meant to slow down skin aging, with nearly all the aristocracy using it.
Just like the cutting-edge technology of the Federation serves the wealthy, the Gafura Royal Science Institute mainly researches for the nobility.
Perhaps there was some cultural disparity between the two sides, but on this issue, they were surprisingly aligned.
After chatting about the latest inventions from Gafura, the former Countess shifted the conversation from scientific advancement to Lynch’s evening conversation with the young Count.
"You said tonight... he should adapt to these things and also need to gain people’s support, right?"
The former Countess still couldn’t quite understand what connection the affairs of the nobility had with the common populace.
The young Count lost his father at a young age, resulting in a significant lack in aristocratic education.
Lynch could help him somewhat; there were many experiences passed on to him by Lynch.
When Lynch wasn’t around, the young Count also told his mother that he had learned from Lynch many things that couldn’t be found in books or elsewhere.
These things couldn’t be measured monetarily because they were priceless.
If no one guides him to understand, he might never grasp it in his entire life. He is grateful to Lynch.
The former countess understood Lynch’s value and role, and she is also thankful to this young man. As a mother, she sensed that the young count did not fully grasp some of the things Lynch said at night.
Maybe this feeling is wrong, but she must figure it out herself. Lynch can’t always stay in Gafura, and perhaps she can offer some help when he needs it.
Lynch nodded, "What’s wrong?"
The former countess carefully chose her words, "I don’t quite understand. Gafura is not like the Federation. Why should we care about the attitude of the people and seek their support?"
In her eyes, nobles will always be nobles, and commoners will always be commoners. There is fundamentally no connection between the two.
Not to mention that nobles need the support of commoners, which is even more impossible.
Lynch thought about it briefly and felt that telling the former countess did no harm.
This woman’s lips are tight... of course, not in that sense. Lynch had revealed some things to her before, and she didn’t leak them. Moreover, these matters concern the young count himself, so she wouldn’t speak out of turn.
Even if she did, no one would believe her. Nobles wouldn’t believe that the future of nobility would rest in the hands of commoners.
Lynch began an enlightening conversation.
"What do you think will happen to the powers held by the imperial family once they are overthrown?"
The former countess bit her lip and thought, "Nobles?"
She could only think of this result, and this matter had been the focus of discussions among nobles for a while.
Once the imperial family is overthrown, the power would be released. Ministers would definitely get the best and largest share, but the nobles in the Secretariat would also receive more opportunities.
Moreover, someone has been bringing up the system of noble assembly again, turning the Secretariat into the Congress of the Federation, allowing the Secretariat to elect the Prime Minister’s Cabinet. This guarantees the power of the Prime Minister and Cabinet, while giving the Secretariat and nobles enough respect and status.
Many nobles find this approach excellent, and some demand that noble seats be eternal and hereditary.
Thus, passing from father to son, it can be passed down continuously!
Lynch nodded after hearing this, "Yes, the power will flow into the hands of the nobles..."
He seemed to agree quite a bit, then asked, "Let me ask you a question. If you were the Prime Minister, would you allow the nobles who originally had little power to stand above your head right after you exhausted yourself to overthrow the imperial family?"
The former countess fell into deep thought. Actually, this question doesn’t require much pondering. She answered with a slightly uncertain tone, "No, right?"
"Of course not!" Lynch shook his head. "When the Prime Minister decides to overthrow the imperial family, he is inevitably the highest power in this realm."
Lynch hinted, "The purpose of the King Slayer is not to find another monarch; he himself becomes the new monarch!"
Actually, many people understand it at this moment. The Prime Minister’s withdrawal of the royal family from the core of power is essentially an act of king slaying!
This act of king slaying is slightly more civilized compared to the ancient act of cutting off the Emperor’s head, but the essence is the same: depriving the Emperor of the ruling power.
One is through destroying the physical and bloodline, while the other is through political means. But regardless of the way, king slaying is king slaying.
Does the King Slayer undertake such a huge risk for others?
It is definitely impossible, only lunatics and fools would do so!
Once the Prime Minister starts this process, it is guaranteed that he will not let anyone stand above him.
Plus, his means are far from being so fierce. By maintaining the stability of the country to prevent civil war and ensuring the royal family retains certain privileges, can the act of king slaying succeed.
But it does not mean he will let go of his power when others try to seize it.
The Secretariat’s approach is too foolish. The nobles think everything is too perfect, let others do the bad things while they take the benefits. If the Prime Minister were this foolish, he wouldn’t be slaying the king.
In Lynch’s explanation, the former countess finally understood. She looked at Lynch with wide eyes. If it weren’t for Lynch’s explanation, she wouldn’t have known that this seemingly non-stimulating matter had such deep meanings!
Lynch extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray and continued, "When the imperial family withdraws, the nobles will think it’s time to gain power, but the Prime Minister won’t agree."
"Nobles, as the largest and strongest political group after the imperial family’s downfall, cannot be countered alone by the Prime Minister."
"His only way is to find allies."
"But find who?"
Lynch looked into the former countess’s eyes, "Of course, seek a group of commoners who won’t have the impulse to covet power and are easier to manage."
"Encouraging commoners to oppose nobles is an inevitable outcome!"
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