Chapter 104: Chapter 94 A Knife to the Spirit of Republic_1 Chapter 104: Chapter 94 A Knife to the Spirit of Republic_1 Ivita discovered that she had always assumed that the war attribute of magic power given to her by Odin could only grow in the midst of battle.

However, within the Norse mythology, Odin represents wisdom and strategy more than war.

To acquire wisdom and omnipotent strategy, Odin paid the price of hanging upside down on the World Tree for nine days and nine nights and sacrificing one of his eyes.

Indeed, isn’t the inside of this city hall a battlefield without smoke?

This is a battlefield.

Ivita composed herself and glanced at Lord Prole and the gray-robed woman beside him.

In her previous life, due to the rise of the internet and the information explosion, she got to know a lot of information that didn’t belong to her social class.

However, in this world, knowledge is still held by a few, in an era where the educational system is not well-developed, where most people’s education can only be realized through family teachings, and where the speed of information transmission is limited.

Thus, perhaps her insights into the Republic and the aristocracy are farther-reaching than these people’s.

But this is all talk.

Because knowing this information and grasping it from practice are two different concepts.

That is, in terms of practice, she might not be stronger than the guild leaders in this city hall, but in theory, she has a lot to say.

Of course, the special communication methods between witches and other occupations might even be faster than using a phone in her past life.

For example, the old witch has been using magic pigeons to communicate with her apprentice in Ambros City, their previous chats were very convenient, and Ivita still doesn’t know the principle behind it.

However, such a thing hasn’t been popularized among mortals.

Lord Prole squinted his eyes, deep in thought and kept his gaze on Lady Alice, occasionally shifting it to Ivita.

The president of the tailor’s guild in the city hall was a stout, bearded man who loudly questioned Lady Alice, “Disband the city council?”

“Beautiful lady, have you lost your mind today?”

“How does disbanding the council and ennobling nobles benefit Parviga?”

By Lady Alice’s side, Ivita slowly said, “Because three men make a tiger, ten men make an insect, look at our situation now …”

Lady Alice glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and still followed Ivita in speaking to everyone, “Look at us now, if today’s decision is made only by Parviga’s greatest nobles and other secondary nobles, then those men of exceptional wisdom could quickly determine the future of Parviga.”

“Instead, we are all standing here, arguing incessantly, but not gaining anything.”

“Efficiency! We all know the need for efficiency in business. Let me ask you, if you are leading your trade caravan to do business in various places and encounter robbers on the way, would you first call a brief meeting next to a carriage to discuss how to deal with the roadblock robbers?”

“If you’ve dealt with the robbers and have reached your destination, but encountered your partners suddenly lowering the purchase price, would you spend a morning with your employees and hold a meeting to discuss how to solve this problem?”

Ivita muttered, delivering the final blow to the Republic. “Since everybody knows that it’s more efficient to make decisions unilaterally when doing business than to discuss everything with everyone.”

“The decision of an experienced elder is more accurate than the decisions of a thousand young workers.”

“So why do some people believe that in politics, a group of people can make smarter decisions than a few people with experience?”

“Are you saying that to waste countless time, and still have the meeting dominated by a few people, having their unique voices heard, is a smart move?”

In the vast hall of the city hall, Lady Alice’s voice had everyone holding their breath.

Lord Prole was taken aback, saying it was reasonable, some essential theories he had never thought of before.

If he had thought of this sooner, he could have said more to those idiots who ridiculed the aristocratic system.

Lord Prole felt regretful that he hadn’t heard this efficiency theory sooner.

Yet he was surprised that these words were coming out of Alice’s mouth.

The grey-robed woman beside Lord Prole, after tasting the theory of efficiency, suddenly turned to Lord Prole and said coldly, “Are you sure that Alice isn’t someone we can win over? If she can say these things, it means she is someone that can be won over. Lord, do you know the consequences of offending the Piercing Duke?”

The color of Lord Prole’s face changed several times, he whispered to the gray-robed woman, “Those words definitely didn’t come from that despicable Alice.”

“She doesn’t think that carefully.”

“Someone is helping her.”

A flash of bloodlust crossed the gray-robed woman’s eyes. “There’s only a teenager beside her.”

“Lord.”

“I’m suddenly feeling hungry.”

Lord Prole knew what she meant when she said she was hungry, and it was not going to be something pleasant.

He immediately said, “It’s the person beside her who is helping her.”

“He is truly erudite, he can be won over by us, honorable lady, can you tell his identity? I’m filled with curiosity about him now!”

Before he has a chance to argue, the guild soon erupted with strong opposition to the aristocratic faction.

Parviga has always been hostile to the Aristocratic faction, this hostility is not out of rationality, but a significant emotional and administrative inertia.

Alice – Ivita’s remarks, though they came as a blow to the spirit of the republic, instead stimulated the council members’ intense opposition to the aristocratic faction.

Even the neutral observers felt that Lady Alice’s comments were unreasonable.

The mayor of Parviga stood on the platform of the lion fountain, his face extremely unpleasant. He was also afraid that as a representative of the guild, Lady Alice’s words could potentially sway minds.

He promptly expressed his opposition. “This hardly seems like something that would come from Lady Alice. A prominent individual like yourself, once part of the nobility, naturally has vast territories and business would improve, but what about the members of the small guilds here? What about their livelihoods? How are they supposed to survive?”

“I don’t agree with this at all!”

“If anyone else has similar sentiments, please leave this town hall!”

As the mayor’s words fell, they stirred up a storm.

The guild and nobility factions commenced in heated disputes.

Because of the extreme viewpoints of Lord Prole and Ivita, it seemed the two sides were about to come to blows.

At this time, the wavering middle faction members felt that neither side was reliable.

They were in dire need of someone to lead, to find a path other than the two presented.

At this moment, Ivita unexpectedly stood up. He originally did not want to make a spectacle of himself here, afraid of attracting unnecessary trouble.

However, when he realized he could increase his magic power from his involvement in this fiery political battle, Ivita decided to fully immerse himself within the internal politics of the town hall.

But because Ivita was here only as a friend of Lady Alice, even if he spoke, no one paid him any attention.

Therefore, he proceeded past the rows of benches, stepped onto the lion pallet, stood next to the mayor, who was at a loss for words.

Ivita then gave the mayor a smile, faced the arguing crowd, and projected with all his might, “Stop arguing! I have a solution for our problem!”

Most of the attention was drawn to Ivita.

Alice looked at Ivita, her gaze complicated. She had not anticipated that Ivita had such a deep understanding of the republic system, even seeming to decimate the basis of republican theory.

Did Ivita truly believe what he espoused?

Otherwise, how could his thoughts be so thorough?

Ah yes, she had forgotten one thing, Ivita was also a nobleman.

More precisely, a ruling Baron with his own territory, a force stronger than the city nobleman, Lord Prole.

Lady Alice even held a fear that Ivita sided with the nobility faction.

Upon witnessing Ivita ascending to the stage, Lord Prole immediately whispered to the woman in the gray robe beside him, “Plans have changed. Are we going to take action now? There’s no time to win over the middle faction.”

His voice was somewhat loud, causing people around him to look back.

However, because he was a bit vague, these individuals thought nothing of it.

The woman in the grey robe glared at him. “Be quiet.”

“Let’s wait.”

“I want to hear what that boy has to say.”

Lord Prole opened his mouth to say something, but words failed him.

What Ivita did not know and what the mayor did, was that a distinguished guest had arrived at the town hall that day.

The red archbishop from Ferrara Duchy, Antioch, had also been invited to the town hall meeting. However, due to church doctrine, he and the priests could not interfere with city meetings. They were in the upstairs hallway, a blind spot from the first floor, but had a full view of everyone below and could listen in on all discussions.

From the second floor of the town hall, Antioch happily looked down on the lambs of the God of All Things.

“I didn’t anticipate that such a spectacle would take place with my impromptu visit.”

“The nobility in favor of establishing a republic, and the city guild representative choosing to support the nobility.”

“That young man’s theory on ‘efficiency’ is rather interesting.”

“Take it all down. When I return to the southern peninsula, I plan to discuss this with my friend, the governor of Florcana.”

“I want to spread this interesting perspective. I’m curious about what the republican leaders will have to say after hearing this.”

“In hindsight, it was a mistake not to see him.”

“Now, let’s see what he intends to do. Does he truly intend to represent the nobility and oppose republican theory?”

“Although he really is a noble, so in some ways it’s logical.”

The bishop of Parviga thought he understood Antioch’s intentions and asked immediately, “Do you want me to bring him to see you later?”

To his surprise, Antioch shook his head. “No.”

“Before, I wanted to meet him because I found him intriguing.”

“Now I want to meet him because I believe it pertains to the Church’s interest, thus it’s more fitting to choose an appropriate time. Meeting now would be unbecoming, and he does not need my aid. Approaching him out of the blue would only upsurge his dislike for the Church.”

Antioch said, “Try to learn from this. This isn’t how we of the Church should handle affairs.”