Chapter 1073: Souls and Dancers (6)

　　 "Why should I choose that place?"
　　 "I must remind you respectfully, Mr. Administration, all Ye Ye's actions are confidential, and only the Prime Minister can openly ask."
　　 said, trying to control his anger, and then gestured towards the seated representative of the Sanwu Club.
　　 "Mrs. Hesula, you have his care to ensure that Kelos is protected at all costs-the forest of dreams cannot fall."
　　 The witch nodded, made a zen gesture in her heart, and lowered her head.
　　 "Truely."
　　 "But to maintain the execution of universal order, even when Ouke breaks the "Western Barrier", then Yebla must have a stable and safe base outside the forest of dreams."
　　Hessula sighed.
　　 "We have all heard from you before, head of the night blade, you are trying to turn Kailos into a castle, a self-standing fortress."
　　 "Mrs."
　　 replied, staring at her coldly.
　　 "I believe this is not a family word. When that moment comes, I would rather take it than need it, not need it."
　　The Minister of Finance leaned back in his chair.
"This is not a question that is needed or worthwhile. This is only a priority issue. If Oak breaks out of the line and comes to our door-will you protect us then? Your Nightblade will stand on the green skin and this building. Between the walls?"
　　 "I told you-we are executors, not military forces."
　　 "However you behave as if you are fit."
　　The Minister of Culture of the Empire murmured, and Nutans immediately looked at him.
　　Jarviedo took his scepter and slammed the slate before any anger broke out.
　　 "Order, friends."
　　 he shouted.
　　 "Let us have a little order."
　　 Fortunately, Nutans was seated again, no further confrontation.
　　Yalvedo turned to his assistant, and the young clerk looked up from his rushed record, nodded, and opened a new page.
　　The Prime Minister of the Empire stood up strenuously, leaning the scepter.
"I should thank Lord Nutans for skillfully bringing us to the last and urgent matter-that is, the refugee camps around the "Western Barriers". Marshal Yushkin has ordered the removal of the camps in order to allow the engineering and Other defense facilities were built, although not too
　　Good, but I tend to follow—"
　　 The Prime Minister suddenly lost his voice, and he recalled the unpleasant memory.
　　 His eyes fell on the stain on the table again.
　　 "To be precise, these matters were previously under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Parliament."
　　 Trade Minister frowned.
　　 "Those soldiers must be able to deal with this matter much more efficiently than we have? They have the power and manpower to dismantle the camp and drive people away. No one will oppose them."
"not that simple."
　　The Minister of Finance continued.
　　 "If we drive away those who come to us for protection, then our enemies here and elsewhere will use this to incite resentment and dissent. With the new rebellion, the rule of the empire is in jeopardy."
　　Nutans groaned unconsciously.
　　 "As far as I know, there will be riots every time the country recruits troops. The enemy spies inside the empire are a predictable necessity. They must be dealt with."
　　 "But the empire has no more room to place them."
　　 Hesula replied.
"Without exceptions, most of the refugees are from the province of Gramatia. Now the empire is in serious food shortage. If all the people are resettled, then it is very likely to exacerbate this situation. Then the riots caused by famine It will inevitably happen in large numbers..."
　　 Her fingers clicked again.
　　 "The consequences of the losses are unpredictable. If that is our choice, it would be better to leave the refugees in place and just let them take care of themselves."
　　 "You said it directly, let Ok kill them all, which would save millions of mouths that need to be eaten."
　　Nutans's words were cold and cruel, and the faces of the people present could not be held.
　　 "Cough..."
　　Although he rarely spoke at parliamentary meetings, Minister of Health Shidat cleared his throat, and that year-old face was covered with blistering scars from childhood diseases.
　　 "Frankly, aside the suspicious moral reasons for using imperial citizens as meat shields."
　　 said very carefully,
"I object to leaving as many as two million corpses in the war zone. I cannot speak on behalf of the frontline soldiers, but the disease caused by so many corpses will most likely end the defenders of the Western Frontal barriers, only a few months or so ...Even if they won the war after that, it will be in
　　 celebrate the victory in a morgue. "
　　The council suddenly fell silent, and Jarved was content to immerse that idea around the round table for a moment.
　　 He could hear the scratching sound of the clerk writing behind him, the only sound in this quiet hall.
　　 "I am asking this question here not to discuss who will arrange it."
　　The Prime Minister of the Empire whispered.
　　 "These people are not soldiers, nor insurgents, nor punishable criminals-no matter what crimes we imagine they will commit."
　　 He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against the metal of the scepter.
"The people I'm talking about are no different from those sitting at this round table... They don't know anything about what is coming, but they are afraid of it. They are here like countless others before, Snuggling next to our empress and father-because, even if there are many
　　 Difficult, only it makes me feel safe. "
　　 Everyone lowered their heads, the finance minister moved around uncomfortably, and Nutans was fascinated by the lines on the back of his hand.
　　Jarvieto looked up at the viewing gallery overlooking the parliament hall and noticed the three towering figures there, who were standing in the shadows like silent observers.
　　 That is a statue of the three emperors of the Benedict Empire, and is part of a small number of cultural objects rescued from Cusconal.
　　 "Be careful not to forget why this council exists, friends."
　　 He sighed:
　　 "This is not the past, and the final day is approaching, we must wait for our loyalty."
　　 "It is true that I very much agree with the Prime Minister."
　　Nutans first broke the silence.
　　 He stood up, put his hands on the round table, lowered his voice, and said:
　　 "I have a proposal, not a proposal, a plan, about refugees."
"please say."
"Marshal Yushkin once told me that the majority of those refugees are young men and women, all under the age of thirty. He feels that instead of wasting these manpower, they are better regarded as part of their resistance to Ouk-they Most of them are more inhabitants than the rest of the empire
　　 hates Ok. "
"what do you mean……"
　　 The Minister of Finance straightened and his tone fluctuated.
　　 "Expand the army?"
　　 "Yes, I suggest that all young and middle-aged refugees be included in the garrison of the Western Frontiers ~EbookFREE.me~ and form a new field army. Only then will we have the opportunity to regain our homeland."
"No no no no……"
　　 The Minister of Finance immediately shook his head like a rattle.
　　 "The empire's finances are on the verge of collapse. We cannot afford such huge expenditures, let alone the equipment, how to supply so much food."
　　 "Marshal Yushkin's suggestion is that he wants some soldiers to be engaged in production-the construction of the Corps, which is the concept he put forward."
"This……"
　　All ministers and ministers looked at each other.
　　 "What about land?"
　　 "A lot of land near the Western Front Barriers is deserted because of fear of green skin..."
　　 "But many of them belong to the nobility."
　　 "Since it is barren, then I think it should be used, in this extraordinary period, isn't it?"
　　Nutans looked at the noble representative. The other person coughed a few times and did not respond.
　　 "The empire has never had such a precedent, this is simply, it is..."
　　 The Minister of Culture paused, and then spoke the words carefully.
　　 "...Warlord."
　　 "Yeah, sir, have you considered putting the armed forces of millions of people into the hands of a person and letting him have logistical freedom? What are the consequences of your confidence?"
　　 Faced with Jarved's inquiry, Nutans dared to meet his gaze.
　　 "My self-confidence is the knife and gun in my hand, there are 1,645 night blades, and the oath we made."