Chapter 1706: Edict (Ⅰ)

On the morning of November 18, just as it was two weeks ago, the "Good Luck" passenger guided airship once again slowly crossed the clear sky of Meadgard Harbor.
In the first class of the airship, the young mage was sitting by the window, his delicate face slightly tired.
Looking through the window, the familiar bay, pier, and street scenes came into view. Joan's lips slightly raised, and he deeply felt the feeling of going home.
Apart from the travel time by airship to and from both sides of the ocean, Joanne stayed in the Holy City of Ashan for only a week.
This is the first time he has ever stepped on the land of his motherland. The prosperity of the imperial capital is beyond his imagination. The tall and magnificent palace, the wide and neat streets, especially the quaint old town, are like the epitome of 1600 years. Be particularly impressed. In contrast, the colonial cities of Leiden and Midgard City, which lack historical accumulation, are dwarfed by the cultural atmosphere even though they are no less prosperous than the Holy City Special Zone.
On the first day of his arrival in the Holy City, Joan and his group of four people just got off the airship and were picked up by the Weinstein Foundation's carriage to the most luxurious hotel in the Holy City.
The next morning, Dean Franklin, Professor Moriarty and Mr. Tennyson went out to visit friends, and Joan sent a housekeeper who was specially serving him in the hotel to take a sightseeing tour in the city and purchase special products of the Holy City. As a gift to friends and family.
On November 7, the day of the awards ceremony, the Weinstein Foundation contracted out the entire hotel as a venue to entertain guests.
At first, Joan felt that the Weinstein family was really rich and spent nowhere. Everywhere was showing unnecessary extravagance. However, when he learned that there were no less than 1,000 guests at the event, he was awakened to realize that the main guests Not to attend the awards ceremony-he Joan Vida did not have such a big face, but to celebrate the birthday of Father Alberton Weinstein.
Perhaps because of being too nervous, Joanne now can't remember how he got through that day. The whole person is muddled, like sleepwalking.
However, Professor Moriarty, Dean Franklin and Mr. Tennyson all said that his performance at the award ceremony and banquet was impeccable.
He was courteous and gracious with people. He did not get nervous when he gave the award speech. The speech was especially well written, sincere and funny, and he didn’t show any traces of compliments to the old man of Abbotton and the attendance that evening. The celebrities from all walks of life at the banquet won a round of applause, and the guests praised him as a teenager.
Professor Moriarty told Joan that the reason why he could not remember the details of the night was not only nervous, but also a more important reason is that too many people toasted him that night, but he was embarrassed to refuse, almost wine to glass .
It’s hard to get Joan to keep his consciousness basically clear in that situation without having to drink so much wine in public.
Joan was relieved after hearing this, not only fortunate for the extraordinary amount of wine he played that night, but also deeply grateful to Sir Castis for writing an excellent award speech.
"If I get another "Holy Crown Award" or "Golden Rod Award" in the future, I still have to bother to write a knife... Okay, I'm thinking about peaches."
Recalling the dinner that day, Joanne was only deeply impressed with one thing, that His Royal Highness Crown Prince Frank attended the birthday party of Old Alberton as a student.
Although he was already half drunk at that time, Jo Anke had not forgotten the trust of Sir Castes, and by the chance of Prince Frank shaking hands with himself, forcing the topic to the conflict between the New World colonists and the aborigines, asking the crown prince His Royal Highness urged the Empire Cabinet to mediate the conflict between the two sides.
At the time, Joan was cold and sweating nervously, worried that the crown prince would ignore the petition he submitted, or he might just make an excuse and push it to his servants.
However, contrary to his expectations, His Royal Highness Frank was the crown prince, and his rash request to this little man was not only surprising, but also very enthusiastic. He opened the petition on the spot and read it carefully.
After reading the petition, Prince Frank immediately invited Jo Ann to a relatively secluded room next to the banquet hall to talk to him in depth about the problems of the New World. At the time there was also a friend and financial advisor of the Crown Prince, a man named John. Raul's redhead man.
The crown prince and Mr. Raul took a closer look at the petition submitted by Logan Walsung on behalf of the aborigines, and also asked Joan for details of their interest.
Joan tried to answer the questions raised by them objectively and neutrally.
After that, the crown prince and Mr. Raul left him aside and discussed it warmly.
Both of them acknowledged the fact that the colonial expansion of the imperial authorities in the New World, which seemed to be a great cause for pioneering the territory, was actually a complete loss-making transaction.
Simply put, every empire has to pay a huge cost for developing a colony in the New World, including establishing an administrative system and sending troops to maintain the security of the colony, and the gains from the colony are far from being able to make up for these investments.
For example, this time the imperial government sent nearly 10,000 officers and soldiers across the ocean to fight in Midgard, the military pay, weapons and equipment, transportation, logistics supplies, and even the pensions of casualties. The sum of all expenditures is an astronomical figure.
This money can only be paid by the imperial finances. However, the imperial government has been in deficit for many years and the pressure is so great that it cannot fill such a big hole. How can we make up for this military expenditure?
It stands to reason that the mother country sent troops to fight across the ocean to protect the lives and property of the colonial inhabitants. This cost should not be amortized evenly by the colonial inhabitants?
This is the reason, but colonial residents do not want to pay even the taxes stipulated by law, and tax evasion and anti-taxation have become common practice. How can they bear the additional military expenses on their heads? No genius!
"The Diaomin in the colony are a group of unfamiliar white-eyed wolves, and they said all the good things when they asked the imperial government to send troops to rescue. Once the war was over, they would be able to live a safe life again, and they put on another mean and stingy face. Thanks to the sacrifices made by the compatriots of the mother country to protect their homeland, they never want to take a copper plate out of their pockets.
John Raul's bitter mocking of the New World colonists made Joan feel embarrassed. What is more embarrassing is that he must admit that what the other party said is true.
Just before Joan came to the holy city, a respectable member of the Midgard Colonial Parliament launched a bill calling on the colonial authorities and all the residents to unite and refuse to pay the military expenses claimed by the Imperial Expeditionary Force because "the Imperial Army protects the Empire The people are obliged to fulfill their obligations, and they should not levy extra taxes on this.
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