Chapter 4 National Power [1]

The quarrels and arguments between the two sides have never stopped. A day later, things have not been agreed. The two sides are like a tug-of-war on the battlefield, and the Roma are also eager to prove something, such as what is the situation of Alex. And Dan Rom's current means, can he continue to control the Imperial City Legion?

All of this is about the negotiation process.

Therefore, in order to delay the experiment, Bartley Sean seemed to be a little anxious, but what was unexpected was that Crockerdale seemed to be in a good mood, the members of the delegation maintained a good performance, and there was not much tension and urgency, as if these things were insignificant.

So on this day, Crockerdale, accompanied by Bartley Sean, went around Rom City to see the customs of the world's largest empire. It seemed to be a good trip. Crockerdale was very calm. He knew that his hometown beside him now Guys, I'm afraid he has scolded his ancestors for a long time, and it's not impossible to greet his immediate family in the mainland.

"Oh, are the Roma so rich? I think most of the skin and flesh of these livestock have been thrown away.

Crockerdale pointed to a meat stall market in the distance. Here, he lived here a few years ago, but now he looks like he is not an imperial man at all, which makes Bartley Sean scold in his heart: "Dog beast!"

However, there was a smiling face piled up on his face, and hehe said, "As we all know, the Roman Empire is the richest empire in the world. It is rich in products and abundant in materials. It can't be eaten or used up at all. These pieces of flesh and flesh are thrown away and thrown away. It is just enough to feed the wild dogs and wild cats inside the imperial capital."

Crockerdale smiled and said, "Sure enough, it is the demeanor of a great country and the demeanor of a great power. We Normans are just not comparable. In our Norman Kingdom, anyone who dares to waste food will accept the ten whips of the city lord. The real ten whips, I think that the leaders of the Tangorine and Papaya Legion were personally executed by His Majesty because of the Pel Prison riot. The whip hit the body, which was so deadly that he died if he was not careful.

"Tut-tut-tut, it's really enviable. I admire it. Sure enough, it's a big country and a strong country. Huairou's policies can't be compared with each other."

Although Crockerdale has been praising, the contempt and pride in his eyes made Bartley Sean see it clearly and didn't know what to say. I can only smile and respond at the same time. It's not necessarily possible to dismantle the stage by yourself.

Crockerdale was complacent at this time: Sure enough, this country has completely abandoned the simplicity of the past. Is it really impossible to eat all the empire? Not necessarily. In the Minsk Autonomous Territory alone, there are more than 300,000 hungry people, and there have been more than a dozen uprisings. However, in this imperial city of the empire, ordinary butchers did not even leave cattle and sheep, but directly threw them in the garbage can to feed the dogs. It can be imagined that the people here have no compassion. There is not even a basic heart of struggle.

I breathed a long sigh of relief and thought to myself: If I stay by myself, I'm afraid I will become such a waste.

Glancing at Bartley Sean, Crockerdale felt that he was really lucky. At least, he would not worry about the future. There is no doubt that he would not become a walking corpse.

And the Imperial Count Bartley Sean is also thinking to himself: This guy is completely like a Norman lackey. He doesn't miss the goodness of being an empire at all. Damn it. Do you still want to show off this kind of hard and simplicity now? What does the life and death of the dominal have to do with us? Ignorant guy.

However, he didn't say anything more. He just walked slowly. Bartley Sean gave a wink, and the man immediately hurried to the front. Crockerdale only thought he didn't see it and still looked around to judge the situation inside the imperial city.

When passing by the city hall, the judge here had just sentenced a man for theft. The obscene thief was pressed behind two guards and was said to face six months in prison.

The two proud Roma guards glanced at the onlookers around them and raised their heads proudly, as if they were messengers of justice.

Bartley Sean looked at Crockerdale next to him, and an idea came to his mind. Then he shouted at the guard who was about to leave and asked loudly, "What crime has this man committed?"

Stealing. He stole other people's property and was caught on the spot.

When the guard saw that the other party was a great aristocrat, although he did not know who it was, he answered immediately. He looked nervous, but he also had a little expectation. After all, if there is only one face to face, he may be promoted, which is also something that no one can predict.

Bartley Sean asked again, "Where is this man from?"

Crokdale's face tightened, and he knew that a good show was coming!

But he didn't point out anything. He just looked at it and didn't say much.

Then the guard took a step forward and replied, "It's the Norman Kingdom. He has lived here for several years and has been stealing for a living. It has been caught several times.

"Oh, well, it's okay. You go down."

Bartley Sean waved his hand and said.

The guard quickly left here. In the face of these bigwigs, he couldn't stand the scene and was a little worried. After leaving, he took a slow breath and a little firm. He was not so nervous.

Bartley Sean seemed to think of something, and then looked at Crokedale with a smile: "Your Baron, I didn't expect that people in your country were so fond of stealing."

Crockerdale smiled and didn't say much. He just touched his chin and thought about it. Suddenly, he slapped his fist and suddenly realized that he was happy and said, "This is also normal. Think about it, a good person is an honest person who works hard and works hard when he is in his hometown. But as soon as I came to the Roman Empire, I began to steal. If I want to come here, I can only make people become thieves. Well, fortunately, I left faster in the early years. Otherwise, I'm afraid I will steal and even kill people here.

In the face of Crokdale's mockery, Bartley Sean blushed. It's blue and purple, and it's definitely extremely angry. He was supposed to mock Crockerdale and ridicule the Norman barbarism and ignorance, but he was humiliated by Crockerdale.

This is the standard self-interesting, which makes people have to say that it is really a cup.

However, this also reflects the differences between the two countries. The sharpness of the Normans really makes people feel stabbed, as uncomfortable as sitting on needles and felt. This kind of power is also the advantage of the Normans. As long as they maintain this sharpness, they can deal with all the troubles.

Just like now, the anti-attack has received a very good effect, which makes people unable to guard against it. It makes Bartley Sean steal chickens and rice. It is absolutely depressing to the extreme, and it is impossible to say whether there is bitterness.

On the other hand, it also shows the separation of the Roma Empire today. The retardation of high-level figures is extremely serious, and the rigid and aging thinking is okay to play in China, but compared with the real powerful country, it does not have that kind of energy. It's even extremely pitiful. On a deep level, it is the rotten atmosphere of this boss empire that has been reflected in all aspects. The system, officials and nobles, the way of leaving the foundation and building castles in the air is really extremely dangerous, and there is no sense of security at all.

This small episode was soon recorded, and then half a day later, Romdidu, in the whole imperial city, knew about this episode and became the talk after dinner. But most of the people at the bottom did not have such noble patriotism. In addition to cursing Norman fever twice, they mocked Count Bartley Sean, who thought he was a stupid donkey, a smart fool, and an idiot who smeared the empire.

Anyway, all kinds of negative news soon made the big aristocrats in the whole imperial capital know. At the dinner, some guys even mocked Bartley Sean at home, and did not pay attention to such a big aristocrat at all.

This situation makes Crockerdale more excited, because it shows that the moral corruption of this empire is no longer a matter of day or two, but a problem that has always existed and has always been rejected, but now, it is such a matter of course. The respect for the elders and officers is almost gone.

The most important thing is that their patriotism is the same as nothing. A kind of preaching from inferior to extremes, a hateful way of behavior, and a large number of ignorant remarks, which further entrusts the pity and decay of this empire. It is completely from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, there is no intact, rotten atmosphere, which makes Crokdale tremble all over and howl with excitement. Is there anything more wonderful in this world than this world?

Poor people, the world has completely collapsed. When the national prestige of this great empire is not enough to restrain the citizens of their own country, their trust in the national government is bound to the bottom. The spirit of salvation and struggle will not exist in this world. There is no doubt that the country If you don't exist, you won't save anything.

"I think our chances of winning now are simply huge. Oh, huh, the big ship of the Rom Empire has leaked so much. Why don't we give it more fiercely? Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack..."

Crockerdale smiled gloomyly.