Chapter 541: The New President’s Decree
Ning thought for a moment, what could such a decree even do? Then, his eyes went wide.
Alekor saw this and realized Ning understood this as well. “Since only the noblemen had the treaty with the Tower, they were the only ones who could become great in Aether arts and thus become the president.”
“Essentially, bringing the government back to the nobles’ hands,” Alekor said.
“And you agree with this? The tower should have seen through this, right?” Ning asked.
“They did, of course,” Alekor said. “But the peace the tower had fought for the last millennia with the treaty would be destroyed in seconds if they let the tower’s information be known.”
“When that news spread, the whole world would be in turmoil,” Alekor said. Rachel was seething in anger next to Ning. Ning wondered why that was the case, and if she faced any problems in the Xandria empire, but now was not the time.
“But they should have known about that 2 years ago, right? When the Apostle spread the techniques?” Ning asked.
“That wouldn’t give them any information about that, would it?” Alekor said. “He only spread the techniques, not the information about the Tower’s treaty.”
“The knowledge that the tower was doing what it did is still in the dark from many places,” Alekor said.
Ning frowned. ‘Damn, I didn’t get to spread that bit of information, did I?’ he thought. He was only spreading the techniques and doing what he could to elevate the common masses during his time as the Apostle.
However, not a single time did he attack the tower. He didn’t have any reason to. After the first confrontation in the Xandria capital, the tower had left him alone to do whatever he wanted.
The next direct confrontation was with the Lord himself. There was no need to spread the information about the treaty.
“Hang on, why is this rebellion for then?” Ning asked. He thought he understood what was going on, but that one piece of information threw him off entirely.
Alekor sighed. “Because the Nobility of this republic got stupid. They let their power get to their head and thought that they could do whatever they wanted.”
Ning got curious as to what sort of fuck-up the nobles had done.
“The current president, after seeing that there were people amongst the civilians that were rising fast in the republic, realized that soon they would no longer be able to keep the position of the president open for themselves.”
“So, in a hurry, the current president made another decree,” Alekor said.
“What sort of stupid decree did he make?” Ning asked.
“He made a decree saying only people from the noble houses could become the president henceforth.”
Ning smacked his own face with his palm. “So stupid,” he said.
“I know right,” Alekor said, not being able to hide the disappointment himself.
Ning shook his head as the thought of the stupid decree couldn’t be taken out of his head so easily.
“The people protested?” Ning asked.
“Of course,” Alekor said. “There’s been protests for nearly 4 weeks now.”
“And the president hasn’t taken his decree back?” Ning asked.
“He did, not long after, but the damage was done,” Alekor said. “You can’t pass a decree yourself. You need the approval of the other members of the parliament in the government.”
“Since the decree actually passed, the people realized that the top level of the government were all nobility and that there was no point in keeping them around.”
“So, they keep protesting to disassemble the government entirely and rebuild a new one,” Alekor said.
“And this rebellion?” Ning asked.
“An offshoot of the protesters who got unnaturally angry and decided to attack the government directly. Drunk with their newfound powers, they don’t want to see anything other than destruction,” Alekor said.
“But, I doubt they thought about it themselves,” he said.
“What do you mean?” Ning asked.
“Taskar, the terrorist the captains went to find, he is known to go around kingdoms and empires, to attack when it’s most vulnerable.”
“He rejoices in seeing the death of nobilities. So, I believe he might have been responsible for this rebellion from the start, and only just now came out to the open.”
“I see,” Ning said and put the name to his memories. “Alright, let me go see some patients. I will help however I can.”
While Alekor roamed around the place doing his own things, Ning went around the tents, helping with medical injuries however he could.
For some, he helped stop blood from flowing out of the wound. For some, he helped bandage them. For some, he helped fix their dislodged bones.
He also helped some with massages to ease their pain or heal them entirely.
Little by little, he helped everyone that was wounded on the battlefield.
Rachel walked behind him, with an absolute shock in her eyes. Not only was Ning incredible in his usage of Aether as he easily produced bandages out of nothing, he was also a crazy good doctor.
His medical skills were top-notch, at least in the first aid department.
That made her feel a little bad about herself. Did she deserve to become a member of the battle force? All she had was a parasitic arm that swallowed everyone else’s Aether. Was that alone enough to qualify for… this?
Her thoughts quickly disappeared when she heard someone else rushing over. Alekor came up to them, more exactly just Ning, and said, “They’re here.”
Ning looked to the distance, his vision zooming to impossible distance, and saw a group of people flying over.
Within minutes, the captains arrived at their location, with many people restrained next to them.
“There you go, the rebellion has been quelled,” the female captain at the front said.
“Thank you, captains,” Alekor said, walking forward. Despite not being a captain, Alekor garnered the same respect from the other captains who nodded in greeting when they saw him.
“Where’s Taskar?” Alekor asked, searching for the terrorist.
The captain’s face frowned. “Escaped,” She said. “Opened a portal mid-fight and ran away.”
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