New Gods of North America.

Chapter 512 News
The area of the American Federation occupies half of the northern continent of the New World. It is the place that represents the entire New World in people's minds. For many ordinary people, this may be a vast territory that they will never be able to measure with their own eyes in their entire lives.

But for some big shots, the vastness of the area only means that the transmission of news will be delayed by a few days.

In Washington, D.C., the capital of the United States of America, a charity ball was halfway through, and it was the time when the younger guests began to get active.

Francis Underwood, a US senator from Illinois, was sitting on a small terrace on the second floor of the banquet hall with Reverend Tywin of the Exorcists' Association, looking down at the singing and dancing downstairs from a distance.

Underwood picked up the bottle of wine on the table and personally added some wine to Reverend Tywin. "I heard that you are going to Pennsylvania? I have been to the cathedral there. It seems that it has not been renovated for some time. We have some generous supporters in the Republican Party in the local area, and we are planning to raise funds for the renovation."

It has been three months since the last renovation of the Cathedral in Pennsylvania was completed. If you must say so, it can indeed be considered "a while".
Reverend Tywin raised his cup slightly and said, "Thank the believers for their generosity. But there is no rush. The winter in the north is too cold. In fact, I would rather go to Georgia. I may have to wait a while."

"Indeed, the climate over there is obviously milder." Senator Underwood stopped as he was about to pick up the cup. "Unfortunately, Georgia is a little far away. Our party has not yet reached an agreement with some Democratic congressmen in northern states. The south is their territory, and our party's supporters may not be able to provide much help."

Reverend Tywin was a serious person, but when he wanted to smile, he still looked like a kind elder: "It will be fine. I recently received news that the senior senator from Virginia seemed to be in trouble."

Each state in the federation has two senators, each serving a six-year term. However, the federal senator does not renew his or her term at the same time. Instead, one-third of the senators are re-elected every two years.

So under normal circumstances, the federal senators from each state will basically be a combination of "one old and one new", and the one who has been in office longer will be called the current "senior senator" of the state.

Senator Underwood nodded when he heard this. "It's time for Virginia to have a Republican senator. Even if that's not possible, we hope to get a Democratic politician who cares more about the federal government to take office. Their supporters are doing more and more business with Windsor, and our proposals to increase tariffs are always difficult to pass."

Reverend Tywin did not continue to comment on this, but instead changed the subject: "Will he be in big trouble?"

"It's difficult. The main reason is that our party currently has no suitable members in Virginia. Even if Walter is impeached, their people are still the most competitive. Virginia's tobacco is exported to the Old World, and some of our party's propositions will make supporters hesitate."

After Senator Underwood finished speaking, he also began to test the waters. "I didn't expect to see a familiar name in this matter. Wayne Constantine, this young man seems to have been arranged by Bishop Corleone to conduct an investigation."

"Do you know him?" Priest Tywin glanced over here.

"I encountered him on the way here this time." Senator Underwood added, "At that time, we encountered steam train robbers, and he and his men solved the problem with great skill. Members of our party have been arranging a cleanup recently, so we have some impression of young people who act decisively like that."

Reverend Tywin checked it in his mind and thought it made sense: "I have met him several times. He used to be the sheriff of a small town in Kansas. Oh, Blackstone Town."

"Do you think he's 'professional' enough?" Senator Underwood asked.

"He is the nephew of Benjamin the Falcon," Reverend Tywin said, and turned his head to confirm, "You should have heard of this name too, right?"

Senator Underwood nodded, "Of course, I was a legendary bounty hunter when I was young, and I was well-known in certain circles."

Reverend Tywin then continued, "Since he is his successor, he will be somewhat different from ordinary people. However, the lifespan of wild fallen ones is generally not long, and their ranks are not stable. Even someone like Benjamin the Falcon has been falling in rank over the years since he became unstable. It is said that he died at the hands of ordinary people in the end, and even extraordinary materials were not precipitated. I even went to check his grave and bones. It seems that this nephew will not be able to reach the heights he once reached."

Senator Underwood quickly thought of other places. "Blackstone Town? I remember it was founded by the old Whig Party members. It seems that our party has no members there now..." Reverend Tywin was always direct in some aspects. "Your party's previous election situation was not optimistic. The locals of Kansas naturally did not need to join too actively. But I have seen the situation there. Perhaps you can try to win it over. It may be a new voting base."

Senator Underwood thought for a moment and said, "I'll consider it. Congress has been arguing for a long time about whether to strictly 'demarcate' Kansas. If a state is established there, the number of states in the federation will become odd again. The Southerners are worried that if there is one more state opposing slavery, it will completely break their advantage, so the resistance this time is very strong."

Priest Tywin raised the cup in his hand slightly, "Then I wish you good luck?"

The glasses clinked, "Good luck."

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At the same time, George Berg.

Samuel Fisk returned to his very own cruise ship.

Strictly speaking, this was originally a merchant ship owned by the Fisk family, but after being remodeled, it became much more comfortable, and the interior space was no longer as low and depressing as an ordinary luxury cruise ship.
At the same time, it can also make it convenient for the ship owner to carry more "personal belongings" during the journey, avoiding the dilemma of having to buy a shabby carriage in other places just to transport a few carts of daily gifts.

As the current head of the Fix family, this is actually just another means of transportation that allows him to show his status among those big slave owners who like to compare with each other.

Samuel Fisk, who had been smiling all night, put away the amiable smile he had shown all night, and said without turning his head, "Olivia mentioned Wayne Constantine several times tonight. What is their relationship now?"

The old butler took a half step forward and said, "According to Henry's previous report, Miss Olivia and Master Ian knew him in Chicago, when Miss Olivia had a 'small accident'. He is also studying in the 'college' now. Combined with what Jane reported to me tonight, Miss Olivia and Master Ian had some private interactions with him, but they all seemed to be normal daily interactions. So far, there have been no single dates. Although Miss Olivia has been hiding it, her condition is now stable. It is possible that she regards them as friends who are also wild Beyonders."

Samuel Fisk frowned even deeper. "I read the latest newspaper today. He seems to be very famous in Richmond recently?"

"It's all the newspapers related to the church that are building up momentum, and some people in the political circle are also pushing it, but their main purpose seems to be targeting the local senator Walter Norton. Master Ian also said that this person has a special relationship with the local cathedral. According to the news we received before, the treasurer of Richmond Cathedral was assassinated. This should be related to the fact that the bishop here may be replaced in the near future. It is probably an extension of the internal struggle of the church, but judging from the current candidates, this matter will not have much impact on us."

"I've read the relevant briefing." Samuel Fisk was a little impatient. "I know Olivia. Her 'normal communication' with the opposite sex is not like this."

The old butler thought for a moment and said, "Do you need me to send someone to 'remind' him? If it has something to do with the church, some things should be easier to communicate."

"This Corleone is not as easy to talk to as our Georgia bishop, and the people under him are probably the same. I'd better wait until I get to New York City and ask him about the situation in person. I hope he will still be able to communicate normally by then."

"What about Miss Olivia...?"

"You arrange for someone to keep an eye on that guy. If someone wants to use his relationship with Olivia to involve the Fisk family..."

The old butler understood, "I understand."

(End of this chapter)