Those noble representatives who had been dancing the loudest earlier all bowed their heads, their faces pale.
They knew very well that Carter's current confidence stemmed from the Governor's power.
Offending Carter is equivalent to offending the Governor.
Carter put down his teacup and began to refute point by point their "several suggestions regarding limiting the Governor's House's power" made the previous week.
He paused after each rebuttal, his gaze sweeping over the nobles who had offered suggestions:
"You're worried the governor has too much power? But if he weren't the governor, you'd all be Orks rations sooner or later."
Are you worried that refugees will consume food?
"But if the governor doesn't personally go to the front lines, who will drive out the Orks? You?"
Carter looked at a nobleman, who shook his head frantically.
"Or is it you?" He looked at another person.
The man shook his head frantically.
Finally, after he finished explaining all the reforms, Caladogon, who was in the main seat, remained silent.
The nobles turned pale and ashen, but dared not refute.
As the meeting concluded, Carter stood up and surveyed the room once more:
"Does anyone else have any objections?"
No one answered.
Carter nodded in satisfaction, turned, and walked out the door.
Only when he felt the cold wind outside the door did the corners of his tightly closed lips finally turn up in a smile.
In his more than 20 years in the industry, this was the most assertive he had ever been.
After Carter left, several core nobles quietly got up and went into a secret room behind the scenes of the parliament.
In the dim light of the secret room, several figures stood with grim expressions.
"Just who is this Kerry von?" a fat nobleman broke the silence.
"I don't know," another nobleman in a magnificent gown shook his head.
"Our previous intelligence suggested he was just a good-for-nothing who climbed the ranks by relying on women, but now it seems that was all a lie!"
"Idiot!" A nobleman slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage.
"What kind of idiot could kill two Orks leaders in a month?"
Silence fell again in the sealed room, and panic was written on everyone's face.
After a long while, the obese nobleman spoke again cautiously:
"What did the High King say? Has the St. Garus Family made any moves?"
When St. Garus is mentioned, everyone's attention is drawn to a nobleman in a white and gold robe; he is a member of a collateral branch of the St. Garus.
The man shook his head. " The St. Garus Family has been quiet lately."
"King Caladogon usually stays indoors and does not see anyone."
As for Leo, he's doing very well with the governor on the front lines.
They may have already completely sided with the governor.
"Damn it!" The hot-tempered nobleman slammed his fist on the table again. "We haven't... chosen the wrong side, have we?"
This question reflects the sentiments of everyone.
Silence fell again in the sealed room.
No one answered, and no one dared to answer.
They all thought, without prior agreement, that if the governor could truly defeat the Orks and take control of Brevis...
So what should we do? Continue to resist, or surrender and make peace?
The expressions on the faces of the men were uncertain; who would have thought that the governor, who had always been a useless figure, would actually produce such a "ruthless character"?
Six days after Erko's death, the banks of the Man River in front of the main entrance to Brevis Prime Hive had never been so crowded.
The Uptown nobles, dressed in their most magnificent gowns and adorned with precious jewels, stood in the front row.
They wore standardized, obsequious smiles, but their eyes kept glancing towards the opposite bank, filled with tension and unease.
They came not to welcome a hero, but to curry favor with Lynn and protect their vested interests.
The workers in Midtown, dressed in clean work clothes, squeezed into the second row, their faces filled with genuine joy and respect.
To them, Lynn was a hero who saved their home.
They craned their necks, staring intently at the opposite bank, hoping for the hero's return.
The people of the lower Lower City stood densely packed at the back, dressed in tattered clothes, their faces covered in dust, yet their eyes could not conceal their fanaticism.
For them, Lynn was not only a hero, but also a savior.
Many of them were relatives of the Vanguard soldiers, and they survived thanks to the three-person rations that Lynn provided to each soldier per day.
At the Man River, a group of wild men covered in white fur stood out conspicuously.
They were representatives of the Brevis wildlings, from the Snow Claw and Ice Fang Clan, who were specially permitted to participate in the triumphal procession.
The powerful and influential people around them looked at them with wariness and disdain, but they didn't care at all.
They came here waiting for only one person, the " Ice Lord " in their hearts.
All eyes were fixed on the snow-covered road Man River.
The cold wind howled and the snow fell heavily, completely covering the roads.
But no one left; everyone waited patiently.
As noon approached, the sunlight finally pierced through the clouds, illuminating the earth.
Just then, there was finally movement on the Man River.
First came the faint roar of an engine from the wind and snow, deep and powerful, growing ever closer.
Everyone on the shore held their breath, their eyes fixed on the direction of the wind and snow.
Then, something shocking happened.
Suddenly, the heavy snow seemed to be parted by an invisible hand, splitting to both sides of the road and revealing a broad, wide avenue.
The wind and snow howled, but they could no longer get any closer to that passage.
The crowd on the shore gasped in quiet astonishment.
Some people instinctively knelt down, put their hands together, and muttered incantations.
Some people held up the Emperor statue with fanatical eyes, while others whispered among themselves:
"It is the Emperor who is protecting the Governor!"
A massive, Cold Front Super-heavy Tank was the first to emerge from the snowstorm and head towards the shore.
The governor's flag, a blue background with a golden eagle, flew on the tank turret, fluttering in the wind.
The tank wheels were enormous, leaving deep ruts as they rolled over the snow, each step conveying a heavy sense of oppression.
Following closely behind were rows of neatly arranged Vanguard tanks and infantry, clad in heavy Power Armour, carrying rifles, marching in unison, their expressions solemn.
People finally saw the person standing on top of the tank.
Lynn wore a sophisticated Power Armour, the blue armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight, with gold patterns adorning his shoulders and chest.
He wore a green laurel wreath personally presented by Archbishop Goodwin, symbolizing Emperor approval.
A pure white fur cloak was draped over her shoulders; the fur was as soft as clouds and fluttered in the wind.
It was a gift that the Snow Claw and Ice Fang Clan presented to Lynn before their departure.
It was woven from the softest belly fur collected from millions of Ice Strider and spun by the most skilled artisans of both races over seven days and seven nights.
This cloak represents the Ice Savages' highest respect for the " Ice Lord " and their absolute loyalty to Lynn.
Lynn stood atop the tank, his posture upright, his gaze calmly sweeping over the crowd on the shore.
His face showed no pride or smugness, only the calm and composed demeanor that comes with experience on the battlefield.
The wind and snow howled around him, as if making way for him.
It was just a coincidence.
But no one present wanted to believe it was a coincidence; they preferred to believe it was a blessing from the Emperor.
"Long live the Governor!!!"