The chairman opened the document and said calmly: "We are not making excuses for Li Feng, but weighing the overall interests. Perhaps you should spend some time reading these materials instead of constantly accusing."
The rest of the council members whispered amongst themselves, some agreeing, some silent, a few dissenting, but clearly, they were not entirely on the Minister of the Interior's side.
Even the previously neutral Minister of the Navy had sided with Li Feng this time. Why? Because of Li Feng's innovative naval warfare and the plans he had made for future conflicts, the Navy had received a lot of resources... It's hard to speak up when you've taken favors... The Minister of the Interior's face was extremely grim. He looked around the council, realizing he seemed to be fighting a lone battle. His gaze swept over every High Lord, finally resting on the Minister of the Navy, his tone unfriendly:
"Even you have been swayed by him? The allocation of naval resources has its precedents. You would abandon your position for some extra funding?"
The Minister of the Navy, however, shrugged indifferently and replied calmly:
"Minister of the Interior, this is not being swayed, but reality. Lord Li Feng's new fleet plan has indeed shown us the possibilities of future warfare. We are acting for the benefit of the Imperium, not for..."
The Minister of the Interior's mouth twitched, and he snorted coldly: "Future warfare? What makes you so sure his plan won't backfire? That so-called 'future' is merely his personal opinion, and even the title of 'friend of the emperor' might be..."
Before he could finish, the Grand Master of the Officio Assassinorum tapped the table, his voice deep yet carrying an undeniable authority:
"Watch your words, Minister of the Interior. The title of 'friend of the emperor' is not something us mortals can casually question. If you have doubts, then take your opinions to the Emperor and see if he agrees with your views."
A dead silence fell over the council chamber. The Minister of the Interior's face was ashen, but he had nothing to say. He knew that once the title of "friend of the emperor" was bestowed, it was an unshakeable sacred word; any questioning could be seen as an offense against the Emperor's authority.
At this moment, the Ecclesiarch spoke unhurriedly, with a hint of persuasion in his tone:
"Minister of the Interior, perhaps you should understand that what the Imperium needs at this stage is unity, not internal strife. Lord Li Feng's plans are indeed radical, but he has not touched Terra's Core power structure. On the contrary, his actions are injecting new blood into the Imperium. If you continue to object, you should propose a better solution, rather than simply negating."
The Minister of the Interior was so angry he couldn't speak for a moment. The surrounding High Lords bowed their heads, attending to their affairs, as if implicitly telling him: without more compelling evidence or proposals, his questioning was merely pointless noise.
Finally, the Minister of the Interior took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. His forceful tone softened slightly, but he still said unwillingly:
"I don't mean to negate everything, I just want to remind you that we cannot place all our hopes on an outsider and that mysterious woman. They may have brought change, but risks also exist. You had best not forget that."
The Ecclesiarch nodded slightly, as if tacitly acknowledging this: "Prudence is necessary, but constant obstruction will only hinder our progress. Now, let us continue with the agenda."
The Minister of the Interior, his face grim, was about to turn and walk out of the council chamber. The Cherubs behind him flew quickly, as if they could feel their master's rage.
But at this moment, Custodes Marshal Trajann entered with a tall man in an unfamiliar suit. This man had a pale face, but his features were very delicate, with a melancholic beauty. He was half a head taller than Custodes Marshal Trajann beside him.
But the aura emanating from this man invisibly oppressed everyone in the room who held high positions... At this point, Trajann spoke:
"Esteemed High Lords, this is the High Lords Council's Chief Advisor, personally appointed by the Emperor and Miss Sanguinius..."
Trajann stepped back, clearing the "stage" for Konrad Curze. The tall man was silent for a moment, then spoke... "Hello, I am... Bruce Konrad Curze Wayne..."
Why did Konrad Curze choose this name? Because this new name was given to him by Sanguinius, so he gladly accepted it.
At this moment, the Minister of the Interior's eyes were wide, bloodshot, and his body began to sway. He tremblingly raised a finger, pointing at Konrad Curze, while his other hand clutched his chest.
"It has come to this... The country is no longer a country! The country is no longer a country!..."
Suddenly, the Minister of the Interior seemed to gasp for air, clutched his heart, and fell directly to the ground. That's right, he had a heart attack from anger... At this moment, all the High Lords stood up, watched this scene, and then sat back down to continue their work. They were used to it, after all, it was too normal for a High Lord to die suddenly... But at this moment, Konrad Curze rushed forward. Was he going to tear this bureaucrat apart? No, he was performing CPR on the Minister of the Interior... Soon, the Minister of the Interior slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the new advisor performing CPR on him... "You bunch of... treacherous rebels... Ugh..."
This time, he closed his eyes and truly died... Konrad Curze looked confused. He turned to look at Trajann, whose expression was calm:
"You'll get used to it."
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