I Will Be The Crowned King

"clever."

Luther Franz's smile was very kind, but it made people nervous: "It seems that the decision I made was indeed correct, and you really guessed it at the end. It's really amazing."

"No." Anson shook his head silently: "I blame myself a bit, but I didn't realize it until the end, otherwise this incident could be resolved more properly, instead of being confused by everyone like it is now. Aware of our purpose, let yourself and the Franz family become a thorn in everyone's eyes."

"That's right, from today onwards, the Ministry of War... No, it should be said that the fate of the entire Clovis is in our hands: Viscount Bogner and the reformers need us to expand their interests, the local Ceci The Earl family is also anxiously waiting for the covenant with the Free Confederation. The Shotgun Club and a large number of middle and lower-level officers who were not valued will be devoted to us. Even the royal family... Huh, as long as Her Majesty the Queen wants to secure her position, there is no need to be judged Beheading us for the charge of 'assassination of the king' makes it impossible to betray us."

"A very perfect result, but there is a saying that you have as many friends as you have enemies; we tied half of Clovis to the chariot, which is almost equivalent to completely opposing the other half of Clovis."

"If nothing can be done, that's all right, but in fact it could have been avoided—if, I realized at the beginning of the mutiny, this is a scene planned by you and little Perigord."

An Sen looked regretful, and by the way secretly accused the other party of not telling him the truth of the matter in advance, resulting in an unsatisfactory final result.

The Archbishop didn't answer right away, but instead turned his gaze to the ruined streets of the inner city that were damaged by mutiny and fighting in the distance.

"Do you still remember the metaphor about the 'storm' that Draco once told you?"

"That third-rate family?" Anson raised his eyebrows: "I still have some vague impressions... Do you want to say that this mutiny is also part of the storm?"

"Yeah, you're a smart guy."

Luther Franz nodded slightly, his expression very gratified: "There are two kinds of people in this world. Some people can stir up a storm and decide their own destiny with their own hands. Some people can only passively participate in it, and they have exhausted their efforts to survive." can."

"But he probably didn't tell you that when someone has the ability to wind up a storm but chooses balance and stability, he will immediately become the obstacle and target of others."

"You mean to say that Carlos II has become an obstacle in the eyes of you and little Perigord?" Anson narrowed his eyes slightly: "But if I remember correctly, he trusts you very much, and he can even say that he is right for you Do what you say."

"Yeah, he's a good boy."

Luther Franz nodded, with a little sadness in his eyes: "I was his first teacher, and I watched him grow up, succeed to the throne, from immature and reckless to a mature, capable man. As king; if there was any way without sacrificing him, I would not do it."

"But you still did that, and you didn't show mercy." Anson said in a deep voice: "You let the queen, who he was least wary of, kill him with your own hands, and let the murderer usurp his position, and let his heir Without knowing it at all, he respectfully called the murderer his mother."

"No, you are the one who did this, dear Anson." The Archbishop's eyes became sharper: "The moment it happened, Anne might be able to live, or she might be executed by the angry royal guards... You protected her , pushed her into a position that didn't belong to her at all."

"You mean, I'm the one to blame?"

"That's right, and you've done a great job, even exceeding the bottom line of my initial expectations."

Luther Franz's expression was a little more appreciative: "When Maurice Perigord came to the door, the first thing I realized was that he probably didn't get any advantage from you. Otherwise, with his character, he would not let it go anyway if he lost those chess pieces of the Ministry of War and was robbed of a difference engine."

"But even so, the danger of this guy is still beyond imagination, and he will never give up until he achieves his goal; it is impossible to satisfy him, or to have to leave Clovis City temporarily without paying a price."

"So I asked myself, what does he want most?"

"Chaos." Anson said silently: "It completely broke the balance of Clovis, and plunged the entire kingdom into chaos where all forces competed for each other and killed each other."

"You are right, but what is the purpose of chaos?"

The old man who turned around walked forward slowly, his deep eyes showed a strange look: "I agree that little Perigord is a person who does things without considering the consequences, but even a heterogeneous existence like him always has a specific purpose. It’s not like seeing human beings killing each other—of course, that could be one of his goals.”

"He wants to weaken Clovis." Anson said without thinking: "A weak Clovis kingdom is beneficial to the Holy See."

"That's true, but there are many ways to weaken Clovis. Assassinating the king and organizing a mutiny is by no means the best option."

Luther Franz went on to ask: "Especially in view of the centralized system of Clovis, such sudden political events could easily lead to the emergence of a more centralized and radical government, and in fact did appear; even if Even the craziest conspirators know that the death of a king is not enough to shake the foundations of Clovis, and you'd have to kill almost two-thirds of the males named Osteria to do that."

"Then is there a possibility that all other methods have been tried, but in the end they didn't work?" Anson finally began to catch up with the old man's train of thought:

"For example, using the Ministry of War to target me and the Storm Legion, to prevent Clovis from making an alliance with the Free Confederation, should that have been one of his goals?"

"Well said, there is indeed such a possibility."

The old man nodded: "But if I remember correctly, he also helped you when you hunted down 'Whisper' later, but your subsequent actions did not meet his expectations, which led to little Perigord It's getting more and more extreme and radical, isn't it?"

"So the point is, what did he expect me to do with the help, right?"

"Correct, but this is only part of it." The old man nodded slightly:

"And at least we know that your decision to send the head of 'Whisper' to the Ministry of War and the difference engine to the court is definitely not what he wants; what you did."

Anson said without hesitation: "He hopes that I will replace the War Department and become his partner in Clovis or...a **** that can be used."

"And you have partially achieved the goal he expected-replacing the War Department is a success, but the part that was used seems to have no hope."

The old man said jokingly, he took out his own pipe from his coat pocket, packed the tobacco slowly but couldn't find a match, so he looked up at Anson:

"He knows you very well, knows how heavy a difference engine is in your mind, and knows that even with the relationship between you and me, he will not let you use the difference engine of Clovis Cathedral casually; conversely , he probably already knows that you have more or less in your hands, and already have a lot of things about St. Isaac."

"So..." Anson paused, and snapped his fingers with a "snap!"

"The purpose of weakening Clovis is to facilitate the penetration of the Holy See—whether it is related to interests or supporting certain forces, it is all based on this point."

The pipe at the corner of Luther Franz's mouth lit up instantly, and the fluttering smoke covered the old man's approving eyes.

"And to infiltrate the interior of Clovis, the first thing you have to face is Archbishop Luther Franz who almost covered most of Clovis with one hand, and His Majesty Carlos II who trusts you unconditionally ; as long as you are both alive, it will be very difficult for the Holy See to intervene in any affairs concerning Clovis."

"But Carlos II is dead. No matter who the new king is, no matter what his attitude towards the Holy See is, it is impossible for him to trust you unconditionally like Carlos II. That's a good reason for the Holy See to meddle in Clovis politics!"

An Sen didn't change his face, but there was already a huge wave in his heart.

If all my guesses are true, then I am afraid that this storm has already started not since I arrived in Clovis City, but much earlier; what I have seen is only its end .

From the very beginning, the real goal of Perigord Jr. was Luther Franz, who wanted to completely overthrow the almost unshakable influence of the archbishop of Clovis on the upper echelons of the kingdom.

That's why they support the Ministry of War, because none of the senior officials of the Ministry of War is hostile to the Franz family; of course, it is because of this that they turn to support themselves; Weaken the Archbishop's influence over the Reformation, thereby losing control of the kingdom.

But all of these goals failed, so Perigord Jr. could only choose the most extreme and his last solution: kill Carlos II.

Only by evaporating the king, who obeyed Luther Franz, could he smash a gap in the iron wall of the Archdiocese of Clovis and put his tentacles in.

So no matter what conditions Luther Franz offered at that time, when he promised not to protect Carlos II, Perigor Jr. would not refuse—this is his only chance, the Archbishop’s Acquiescence is almost the only prerequisite that can ensure his success.

If this is the case, Anson can understand why Luther Franz did not disclose his plan to himself in advance: because not telling himself should be part of the agreement.

Since Maurice Perigord can distort other people's memories and cognitions, he probably also has methods like mind reading; even if he is fine, if he knows it in advance, he will definitely use this to arrange the follow-up There is always someone's action in the plan, and some clues will reveal the fact that he has obtained information.

Besides, the archbishop wasn't completely unprepared - Ludwig happened to meet the scene where the king was assassinated. If it was a pure coincidence, Anson would never believe it.

"...If I'm not mistaken, his name is not Maurice Perigord." Anson sighed: "You lied to me."

"That's right, I lied." The old man lightly puffed out the smoke ring:

"This is the name of the unlucky Isel elf ambassador. The moment you spoke, I knew that you had met him and had been distorted. So many things I told you, let you Many of the things I saw were also intentionally let you see."

"The purpose is also very simple. It is to let him relax his guard against me, little Perigord... well, let's call him by this name for now. He is not someone who can be easily deceived. If I keep some things a little Be on your guard, and he'll be on the alert like a poisonous snake in an instant."

"So, dear Anson, be sincere, and sincerity... is the most powerful weapon."

"I absolutely agree with that." Anson nodded seriously: "My greatest strength is precisely being sincere to others."

"Since this is the case, it seems that we should still be able to maintain the relationship of friends?"

"Dear Lord Luther Franz, haven't we always been friends? You forgot that I am also a member of the Truth Society now."

"Ah... that's true."

The old man nodded slightly: "The sincere friend, have you figured out the next plan?"

"You... ah, it should be that you are about to take over the power of the entire Clovis Kingdom, but as you said, half of Clovis is already your enemy; The Cecil family who have not officially expressed their views, the innovative faction with loud voices and little movement, and a queen who may be ousted at any time, how likely are you to prevent Clovis from being torn apart?"

"Not sure, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com But... probably zero percent." Anson shrugged:

"But if there is the assistance of the archbishop, it will be 100%."

"That's right, but I can't help you—in the past, it could have been because of the existence of Carlos II. Now that he is dead, no one will allow me, the archbishop, to have an indelible influence on the next generation of King Clovis."

"That's really a pity." Anson's face was calm, and he fully expected this result: "In this case, I can only adopt a second-level plan."

"Oh, like..."

"Since these fencers are either on the sidelines or unreliable, then I will gather all the reliable people, and then..." Anson paused:

"Set up a whole new organization."

(end of this chapter)