The doctor suffers from amnesia, but not complete amnesia.

Patriot sighed.

“If there were no other hope, who would be willing to devour the flesh of their own people? But on this land, hope is always too scarce.”

"There will be more and more."

"Yes, I believe in you. You will save this land, just as you saved us Wendigos."

The officer stood up and gave Qiao Yelan a solemn salute.

"Those Wendigos who died on the ice field also thank you for granting them a dignified death. We are all grateful that we don't have to tear apart the corpses of our own kind, and we are also grateful that our descendants have been freed from this curse—no one will forget everything you have done for us."

Watching the Patriots' departing figures, Qiao Yelan felt neither a sense of accomplishment nor a sense of satisfaction.

He simply issued the order to return to Saint Eagle Castle indifferently.

The objective has been achieved. Patriots will not be an unexpected factor in this political contest, but rather will act as a "troublemaker" to draw attention away from the conflict.

He calmly walked towards the place where the next plan would begin.

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"Darling, once you get there, take good care of little Raisa. Give me a call if you can, but don't bother sending letters..."

Qiao Yelan watched quietly as Yegor said goodbye to his wife and daughters until they got into the car and drove off into the distant south.

"Thank you. I know this may seem a little cowardly, but I really don't want my family to be implicated because of my mistakes."

“This is not cowardice, Mr. Yegor; on the contrary, it is a symbol of your courage.”

The man took a deep breath and readjusted his expression.

"--I am ready."

"Then we should get going."

The car carrying them drove all the way to the Smirnov family mansion.

"Qiao Yelan and Yegor Terekin, the Minister of Labor of the Empire, have come to visit Your Excellency the Judge."

Soon, the two met Oleg and Yevgeny, who had been waiting for them.

"Gentlemen, let me introduce you. This is Minister Yegor Terekin, Minister of Labor of the Empire. This is Judge Oleg and his father, Judge Yevgeny."

They shook hands.

"It is a pleasure to work with all of you righteous people—but our actions will certainly be held accountable, and I hope everyone is mentally prepared before that happens."

Qiao Yelan kept the tone of the meeting very low and serious.

None of the three reacted; instead, their faces were filled with determination.

"Let's get straight to the point—Minister Yegor has a way of getting the message to the people's ears, but his own prestige alone is not enough to convince them to believe it, while the prestige of the Ministry of Justice is sufficient—thanks to the late Emperor's efforts."

"Therefore, we need the two judges to step forward personally, and mobilize as many judges as possible to step forward, to spread the message that the imperial nobles intend to demote free people back to serfs on a large scale."

"Excuse me—what does this mean?"

Oleg was the first to raise his hand, interrupting Qiao Yelan.

"What I mean is that most ordinary people actually reject infected people. If a large-scale expulsion occurs, they are actually the 'silent majority' because it would benefit them."

Qiao Yelan's words were very blunt, so blunt that they were unpleasant to hear.

"Therefore we must make them realize what the consequences of a large-scale expulsion of a class of free people would be—that the Serfs Amendment Act would become a worthless piece of paper, and free people would return to that era of fear and dread."

"This is not a lie; on the contrary, it is the most genuine thought of those nobles after all the embellishments have been stripped away."

Yegor said seriously that he and Qiao Yelan had discussed this matter before.

If we only consider the infected, then the only ones who would resist are the infected and a small number of righteous individuals—but Anatoli's plan included pre-emptive measures to deal with large-scale resistance.

Those infected are ultimately a minority, and they are indeed rejected by the mainstream population.

"Is it 'Imperial Nobles' instead of 'Military'?"

Yevgeny noticed something else.

"Anatole is just a knife, though it is excessively sharp. But without a doubt, the real big shot is the one hiding behind him—and we all know that almost the entire upper echelons of the empire have pushed for this matter to some extent, or at least tacitly approved of it."

"So unfortunately, what we are planning is essentially against the entire Empire—similar to the Sixth Army back then."

Qiao Yelan's two sentences made the faces of the three people turn ashen.

"Therefore, we can only set up a target—that way, once we see such strong opposition from the people, others will choose stability as a priority instead of continuing with the plan. They will turn around and stand on the side of the people, kicking the target when it's down."

The old man sighed. After all, he was a judge who had experienced the pre-Vladimir era, and he was well aware of some of the political intricacies. On the contrary, judges like Oleg, who had served under Vladimir, always knew very little about politics.

"Moreover, compared to the military and... over there, the nobles are always the most suitable to be used as enemies of the people."

After explaining it to his son, Yevgeny became even more curious about Qiao Yelan's identity—a young man of that age who knew this kind of game was no ordinary person.

Yegor was alright, but Oleg was truly feeling frustrated at this moment.

"This feeling of having no one to serve is absolutely terrible!"

"Don't say things like that when you're out in public."

The Labor Secretary kindly reminded him that he and Oleg shared a mutual respect in this regard.

"If there are no objections, then let's use this as the tone for our propaganda—how much power the Department of Justice can mobilize."

“Basically, we can mobilize the vast majority of judges, as well as law students from Saint-Germain University and Imperial University.”

The answer was still Yevgeny.

"The late emperor has only been gone for a few years. The Ministry of Justice shouldn't have deteriorated to such an extent in such a short time. The legal system's routine military training and mental assessments haven't been abandoned yet."

Important Notice Regarding This Book

The first weekend after this book was released has passed. I updated 4 chapters, 16 words, with an average of 700 subscriptions per chapter.

The ratio of favorites to subscriptions is 20-1.

This massive bookshelf feels like a scene of desecration to me.

Here's something funny—on Fridays and Saturdays, I get more recommendation votes than subscriptions each day.

Even if the treasure chest has been opened, the book's fate can already be sealed, because the readers have already made their choice.

Of the 20 people who have read my book, only one is willing to subscribe to it.

It turns out that most readers were probably just paying lip service to the idea; writing about peaches and wives was the only way to actually make money.

There's no need to use terms like "nurturing books."

I understand people's natural distrust of authors.

But if a pen name already has two completed books with more than a million words each, and the third book still fails to earn the trust of readers, then what is the point of maintaining the completion rate of this pen name?

If readers have the same attitude towards the old account and the new account, why shouldn't I switch accounts without any burden and start a new book on a new account?

This result is a huge blow to me. To be honest, the only reason I was able to finish these three days of updates is because I wrote detailed outlines for the Ursus arc and the early stages of the Letania arc.

My friend has been inviting me to visit him, and I was hesitant before, but I think it's time to clear my head, so I've booked a flight for tomorrow.

So I have to make a very difficult and painful announcement for me, but one that I have to do.

This book will continue to be updated until it is completed.

It's so painful (screams).

If I didn't already have Yu Yu syndrome, I really would have become Yu Yu.

Of course, the blow was real, the plane ticket was real, and the desire to relax was also real; this result certainly dealt a heavy blow.

Over the next two weeks or so, updates may be unstable or stable, but they will definitely happen, and of course, they will be fully stable after two weeks.

Where are you going to have fun?

I'm preparing to take the entrance exam for the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts.

Chapter Sixty: The Plans Have Been Set

“From delivering the message to the student protests, and then to inciting large-scale demonstrations, it takes us about ten to fifteen days—but the launch of this plan is in its final stages and could begin at any time.”

Yegor raised the key issue.

“Our efforts are to stop the plan, but we can’t do it without time to prepare. However, if the plan has already started during this time, then our efforts will be in vain—it’s a vicious cycle.”

“I have already considered this matter—therefore, I will be in charge of advocating for you all during this period.”

Qiao Yelan made a direct guarantee.

"What can you do?"

Oleg paused for a moment.

Now the Department of Labor and the Department of Justice must do everything they can to prepare a media offensive, and frankly, they really can't think of any way to attract attention.

"I spoke with Grand Duke Kosice by phone, and the Grand Duke also believes that this move is tantamount to self-destruction, so she promised to provide the maximum assistance."

Qiao Yelan took out her briefcase and took out the documents inside.

Draft Disarmament Plan for the Imperial Army Group