I Will Be The Crowned King

Sophia stared at Anson, who was sitting on the sofa in embarrassment without losing her smile. She could never imagine that there was only one step between herself and her idol, although she was arrogant and would never admit it. The distance of a block, but eventually passed by, of course not to mention

"Where is he now?!"

The girl slammed down in front of Anson, and he could even see the flushing of her smooth cheeks and the softness that rose and fell from her violent breathing.

Well, although I have touched St Isaac's College that time.

"I have no idea!"

An Sen raised his hands to show his sincerity, and there was no distraction in his clear pupils:

"We met at the Crown Tavern on Ximen Street in the outer city, but he's definitely not there now, and it doesn't make sense for you to go."

This answer is obviously unlikely to satisfy Sophia, especially when she feels like she has missed a wonderful life experience, so Anson quickly adds: "But I know where he's going next!"

"where?!"

"It seems that he intends to end this disaster that may destroy the city of Clovis by persuading His Majesty Carlos II!"

"what?!"

Anson said in a tone of serious doubt, and Sophia looked at him in disbelief.

Almost as soon as the voice fell, An Sen could see the bubbles floating on the girl's head from the girl's rapidly changing expression, and countless flashbacks formed a coherent picture:

The towering Osteria Palace, the eerie Holy Grail Hall, and Draco Vertes in a thin coat stood in the center of the hall, facing Carlos II on the dim throne in front of him.

He was flanked by guards with guns and live ammunition, surrounded by congressmen and nobles who were scheming, staring coldly at the weak and helpless novelist with malicious eyes, like a huge shadow that was about to swallow him. .

Carlos Austeria, who was still as decadent and gloomy as ever, took a deep breath and said solemnly in a slightly threatening tone:

"My loyal subject, Draco Vertes, the unknown savior of North Harbor, are you going to declare war on your king on behalf of those lowly people?"

"No, my lord."

Draco Veltus said in a loud voice, he knew that in this room where the most powerful people in all the kingdoms gathered, even if he made a wrong sentence, he would die without a place to be buried.

But he still spoke, and resolutely said:

"I'm here not for war, but for peace, and for Clovis's glory!"

"For Clovis's glory?"

The weak King Carlos snorted coldly, and mockery and anger appeared on his sullen face at the same time:

"For the glory of Clovis, it is absurd to ask us noble people to admit our mistakes to those lowly rats and meet their excessive demands that go against tradition, law and morality? !"

"It's not absurd, Your Majesty!"

Draco Veltes stepped forward, the shadows receded weakly in front of him, revealing Carlos' sullen face:

"That's reasonable."

"Why?!"

"Because times have changed, Your Majesty!"

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The hurried knock on the door broke Sophia's mind and saved Anson from the edge of the abyss.

Sophia, who quickly restrained her emotions and regained her usual restraint, gently opened the door. Luther Franz with an indifferent expression stood outside the door, followed by Angelica, a very well-behaved maid who followed suit.

The Archbishop walked into the study and glanced at his daughter and a lieutenant colonel who got up in a hurry. The pale complexion and heavier eye circles clearly revealed a kind of extreme exhaustion from the body to the heart.

"Father, I"

Seeing Luther Franz's so tired face, Sophia hesitated for a while, but she still mustered up the courage to step forward: "I have a very important piece of information to report to you, about"

"Sophia."

The archbishop raised his hand to stop his daughter, and forced a smile with a tired face: "Can you wait a while, give me a little time to talk with Lieutenant Colonel Ansenbach about him first, he is a guest."

The girl opened her mouth, but in the end she hesitated and said with a smile:

"Of course."

Looking at his well-behaved daughter, Luther Franz nodded slightly and said as he walked to the desk: "Remember to close the door when you go out, and tell the deacon outside not to let anyone in for an hour."

The moment the voice fell, Sophia, who was about to turn around and leave, was slightly shocked.

The girl froze in place for a few seconds, bit her lower lip, and left the study with the little maid without a word.

An Sen, with his hands behind his back, stood there, carefully looking at the old man who walked to the desk and sat down, with a stiff smile on his face.

"Sit down, Lieutenant Colonel Ansenbach." The old man pointed to the chair opposite the desk with a blank expression, and his calm voice contained suppressed anger:

"I'm sorry for the poor reception as I just came back from a horrible meeting that destroyed all my previous efforts."

"Not at all, you are too polite."

Anson then stepped forward and pulled out the chair, maintaining an upright posture and sitting only on the front half.

"The main battle faction has completely dominated. The army has got everything they want and the Privy Council has officially passed a resolution, and the kingdom will officially declare war on the Iser Elf."

With a tired sigh, Luther Franz suddenly looked at Anson and asked a chatty topic:

"Lieutenant Colonel Ansenbach, do you know anything about the Southern Seven Cities Alliance?"

Seven Cities Alliance?

An Sen, who was stunned for a moment, immediately thought for a moment, and replied with a serious expression:

"It can only be regarded as a half-knowledge. I have been in contact with them when I was training and intern in the southern fortress. What do you want to know?"

"No, just ask casually." The archbishop said indifferently:

"Let's get back to the point, the purpose of your visit today should be related to what happened last night?"

You obviously didn't even ask, and it was you who wanted to say these digressions. Now you don't ask An Sen's serious nod, and said with a serious expression:

"Of course."

For the next half an hour, Anson told the Archbishop in the most concise and concise way what happened that night and what the other party said after meeting Draco Vertes.

Of course, "a little bit" of his own content is omitted, especially the information that "Old Pocket Watch" belongs to the Black Mage.

Luther Franz remained indifferent from beginning to end, and his expression changed slightly when he finally heard the number of people.

"So what we do now is meaningless. Even if the old gods in the outer city are eradicated, the riots will still break out?"

The pupils of the archbishop shrank slightly, and the expression of tension suppressed in the indifference was exactly the same as that of Major General Ludwig Franz:

"And 100,000 people?"

"I'm afraid it's at least 100,000." Anson repeated:

"Someone told me an unconfirmed piece of information that there are no less than a million people living in the outer city."

"Once these 100,000 people are agitated by the gangsters and the casters of the old gods, as well as some wicked guys, they will quickly become the fuse, and more people will join the riot, No matter how many there are at the beginning, I am afraid it will not be this number in the end.”

Luther Franz nodded and said in a calm tone: "And Draco Vertus, he thinks the best way to solve this matter is for him to persuade His Majesty and the Privy Council to accept the demands of these rioters?"

"It should be, at least that's what he told me." Anson said frankly.

"Then what do you think?"

"Um?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Ansenbach, what do you think of this matter, or where do you think the novelist Your Excellency comes from, making him think that this can quell the riots?" The archbishop said slowly.

Where does the confidence come from?

An Sen's expression was dazed for a moment. He really hadn't thought about this issue seriously before.

Obviously, this novelist is a person who, like himself, will implement plans and even take the initiative to arrange things before doing things. In order to kill the guards, he can go up to the archbishop, the noble councilor and the top person in charge of the railway committee, down to an old god. The two dealers are all in his plan.

"I think he is likely to have a deal or agreement with some of the core groups of the riot." Anson, who thought about it for a moment, said without hesitation:

"Only in this way can we ensure that after Your Majesty and the Privy Council agree to the request, we can ensure that most of the riots can be quelled. Otherwise, it is meaningless to just convince His Majesty that it is impossible for him to explain one by one to the 100,000 people outside."

"It's like the Beigang incident five years ago." Luther Franz said lightly:

"Has he revealed any valuable information to you about this core group?"

"no."

"No, didn't even explain to you why he believed he could make it?"

"Not at all." An Sen's expression changed slightly, and he was actually a little suspicious:

"He just told me that he must convince you to make adequate preparations in advance, especially after the riots, and that Clovis Cathedral must not be abandoned in any case, because this is what matters whether the entire Clovis city can be maintained. A stable hub."

"In view of this, as the commander of the security army of Clovis Cathedral, I hereby solemnly propose to you to immediately start preparations for the vigilance of the cathedral and the martial law work around the surrounding area, and at the same time apply to the Knights of Judgment for assistance and require you to grant I have full command of the right!"

Anson couldn't help but stand up while speaking, and his eyes carefully observed Luther Franz's micro-expression under the gradually solemn expression.

Asking the other party to completely hand over control of Clovis Cathedral is a very alarming request just by the sound of it.

Not to mention that there is still the suspicion of the Old God faction in himself, just as being hired by the other party, a mere lieutenant colonel of the army, this requirement seems to be too much.

But for Anson, this is a must in his next plan.

Draco Veltus' remarks stimulated him a lot, and Lisa was very likely to be targeted by the black mage because of August's bloodline

So this time, he's going to take a little risk.

"Can."

Luther Franz said lightly.

Ugh?

Anson didn't react for a while, and the Archbishop's decisiveness made him a little unbelievable.

"Why, you thought I would refuse?"

The expressionless Archbishop glanced at his vigilante commander:

"Once Clovis Cathedral falls, it means that this incident has evolved from a simple riot to an attack on the Church of Order by the Old Gods, which means that the Church of Order will be completely involved in this matter, and it means that the entire city of Clovis and even the Church of Order will be completely involved. The financial order of half the kingdom will be destroyed."

"If I explain this to you and you still don't understand, then why do you think I would rather make great concessions to the Guards and the Privy Council, and also form this vigilante army directly belonging to the Church and the Franz family?"

Luther Franz's series of questions made Anson's expression dignified, and then he said as if he realized something:

"So you already knew?"

"Of course I know!"

The Archbishop intensified his tone, and the anger suppressed by his tired face was slightly revealed:

"As early as the beginning of the war, I warned those stupid councillors~www.novelmt.com~ A full-scale war with the Empire will cause inevitable unrest in Clovis City."

"Yes, as long as the operation is done properly, the demand brought by the war will make up for the deficit it has caused, and it will also be possible to make profits from it, but this is the trigger. The contradictions in the city of Socrowi have already accumulated, no matter whether the war is won or lost, it will be Detonate it."

"Why? Because these ignorant people built factories and owned railways, but still ruled their farms and factories like the serfs who ruled them in the past, completely unaware of the dangers involved."

Luther Franz sighed again:

"They don't even realize how deadly this danger will be!"

Anson was silent, he understood the meaning of the Archbishop's words.

The entire city of Clovis is like a knight's territory, the inner city is its castle, and the outer city is the serf lord attached to the castle. Of course, he can oppress his serfs unscrupulously, provided that he has enough force to suppress any resistance.

But now because of the outbreak of war, this absolute power has long since ceased to exist. The serfs did not immediately resist, just out of the inertia of fear of the past, but this inertia will be weakened with the daily squeezing and abandonment, and eventually When they have nothing, a complete explosion.

Of course, the serfs alone may not be enough to subvert the lord's rule, but what if the lord had differences before, what if there was the power of the old gods behind this, and if there was a lord from another knight's domain secretly plotting? ?

A dynasty never falls because it is hated and hated by a certain group of people.

Rather, from top to bottom, everyone thinks it **** includes itself.