I Will Be The Crowned King

Vol 2 Chapter 101: Preparation before the program starts

Under the dark night, the torrential rain gradually weakened. The cold rain dripped from the collapsed and broken fence, and splashed small crystal water in the crater that was smashed by the six-pound solid bullet.

It was already late at eleven o'clock, and the streets outside St. Isaac's College were empty, and the dimly lit street lamps were a little more hazy in the water vapor from the rainstorm.

The statue of Saint Isaac outside the gate is still standing intact, as if nothing has happened, and as if countless stories have happened.

Because of the sudden appearance of the Inquisition - or the will of His Majesty Carlos - the guards who blocked the Isaac Academy had to withdraw, and the garrison task was "transferred" to the hurried arrival of the Storm Corps.

Dragging the corpses full of hundreds of carriages, the guards were soaked wet in the rainstorm, and even many people didn't understand what they were doing, and turned around and returned to the station in confusion. .

"And that is the mercy of His Majesty the King."

Sitting in the four-wheeled carriage on the return journey, Anson hugged Lisa, who was already asleep, and said to Sophia in a tone as if he had seen it with his own eyes:

"They don't know what happened, and they don't need to know; what Your Majesty or the Privy Council wants is to disband the Guards and build a new security army in the capital, not to cause a mutiny."

"His Majesty?"

Sophia frowned slightly and gently patted the sleeping maid leaning on her shoulder: "What does this have to do with Carlos?"

Inside the shaking carriage, there was a brief silence accompanied by Anson's sigh.

Sophia was puzzled by the complexity of the matter, while Anson marveled at how terrifying the power of the Franz family was.

"Because Your Majesty is the real backer behind the Guards." An Sen paused slightly and was the first to break the silence:

"Although the Royal Army and Navy are equally loyal to the Royal Family and are independent groups and organizations, all their expenses and roster must be reported to the Privy Council; without the permission of the Privy Council, it is illegal to promote even a small army captain. ."

Conversely, as long as the Privy Council nods, the attitude of the Army and Navy does not matter.

The reason why Anson's rank of lieutenant colonel is hostile to the army is not only the contradiction between the army and the church, but also the contradiction between the officer nobles and the parliamentarian nobles.

"But the Guards are different, they are the real royal army; once they join the Guards, the roster and military expenditures do not need to be questioned; the Privy Council only has the right to appropriation, not the right to question and control." Anson explained road:

"Theoretically...just in theory, His Majesty the King and the Commander of the Guards can make the Guards appear anywhere and do anything, and the Privy Council has no jurisdiction; a soldier of the Guards kills and robs in the street, only the royal family and the close The guards have the right to sanction him."

"They are not the 'Army of the Clovis Kingdom', but the 'Army of the Osteria Family'... There is a big difference between the two."

Sophia fell silent, trying to think about the difference.

"So, the Public Administration Act, which both the Privy Council and the Church of Order are trying to implement, is actually weakening the authority of the royal family?"

"Well said, this is indeed the Privy Council trying to limit the royal power." Anson nodded:

"Once the rights and duties of the Guards were determined by law and institutions, they could not do as they wished, which was a big restriction on the crown - which is probably why the Public Administration Act has been dragged on until now."

Although he is 99% sure, An Sen, who considers himself humble, still takes a guessing tone.

"But Carlos still agreed, why?"

Sophia asked.

"Why..." Anson shrugged:

"I have no idea."

"you do not know?!"

"Yeah, I really don't know."

An Sen looked at the stunned Sophia for granted: "I'm not Carlos... Your Majesty, how could I know?"

"But you..."

Sophia wanted to say "You look so confident, I thought you knew everything" - but that was so stupid, it was something only a little girl like Lisa could say...

The girl bowed her head, and An Sen was a little inexplicable with the look of being on the verge of speaking.

"Although I don't know the reason for His Majesty's actions, but..." An Sen changed his words:

"There is one thing that can be an excuse for him to do so."

"What's up?"

"That's the Guards themselves." An Sen said sternly:

"Although the kingship is the biggest reliance of the Guards, people in the Guards system don't think so - in their eyes, their own privileges and the king's protection are taken for granted; not because of anything else, just because of them It's the Guards."

"Under the double protection of kingship and privilege, the Guards could neither be moved to the front, nor did they feel obliged to protect the king and the places he could not see; their only concern was probably their own interests and privileges. ."

"Once they lose the protection of the royal power and become ordinary security forces, they must fulfill their obligations, otherwise they will be held accountable, punished and dismissed for their dereliction of duty; Their actions are all about trying to protect the power in their hands."

Sophia paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "Then tonight..."

"It's the same tonight." Anson continued:

"Let thousands of thugs go unnoticed and show up at St Isaac's College on time and on time. No one but the Guards can do it in Clovis; they probably think this will allow His Majesty and the Privy Council to see the strength of the Guards. , by the way, to threaten some people - although it would be really stupid to do so."

Speaking of this, An Sen was stunned, and he suddenly remembered what a certain family had said.

A dying person will catch any life-saving straw.

Draco Wilts... Did he guess that the Guards would kill themselves?

The more he got to know this family and second-rate detective, the more Anson felt that this guy was very suspicious-everyone who had come into contact with him seemed to know him, and had a good relationship with him, and reminded him more than once that this guy was a very important person. .

The starting point of everything was the Beigang incident five years ago. This guy is like the protagonist of a detective.

In other words, shouldn't he also be a transmigrator? !

Shocked Sophia stared at the rainy scenery outside the window for a long time... Tonight was no less exciting to her than when her father took her into the underground vault of Clovis Cathedral for the first time, pointing at the mountains of gold and silver, softly. Say to yourself:

"Starting today, you have to learn to take care of them and serve the Franz family."

That is enough to create a kingdom, subvert another kingdom, and destroy the wealth of a kingdom, which once made Sophia temporarily forget the joy of legend and adventure.

Until she knew of a home called Draco Wilts.

"Then all this is the death struggle of the guards, what does it have to do with the old gods?"

After slightly restraining her thoughts, Sophia continued to ask.

"Then do you think that the guards' way of doing things, relying on themselves, can gather hundreds of thugs in the outer city?" An Sen asked in return.

The girl immediately understood what he meant: "You mean there is cooperation between the Old Gods and the Guards?"

"It's possible."

Anson neither admitted nor denied: "But until evidence is found, it's all speculation."

Sophia nodded lightly in agreement... All the protagonists in Draco's detectives would say something like this.

"Your father, Archbishop Luther, gave me a task to find the dens of the old gods in the outer city within six days, and take them out with the Storm Corps - this is the purpose of his banquet." Anson continued:

"So we'll know the answer very soon."

"Then you have completely abandoned my brother Ludwig and worked for my father wholeheartedly?"

Sophia snorted suddenly.

"To the Franz Family, to the Church, to the Kingdom of Clovis and the Great Ring of Order." Anson pressed his right hand to his chest and made a sworn expression:

"I have been and always will be loyal!"

The girl smiled dismissively, but then she realized that there was something wrong with this sentence:

"Can one person be loyal to three parties at the same time?"

"Yes, as long as you treat everyone sincerely, you can be loyal to everyone!"

Of course, occasionally a little skill is needed... An Sen nodded solemnly, his expression very sincere.

The bumpy four-wheeled carriage passed through the empty streets in the rainy night, turned a corner in White Lake Park and drove towards the Red Brick Street, and stopped firmly in front of the Clovis Cathedral.

The half-asleep little maid and the bare-footed Sophia helped each other out of the carriage. Several church nuns holding umbrellas waited outside the door for a long time, and rushed to greet them.

Standing in front of the deserted street, Sophia wore the blanket handed over by the nun and looked at the figure holding Lisa in the carriage with a thoughtful expression.

"Anson Bach."

"Um?"

An Sen, who heard the voice behind him, turned his head and quickly stopped the coachman: "Is there anything else?"

Sophia pursed the corners of her mouth tightly, and cast Anson's gaze with a bit of enthusiasm she hadn't had before—the enthusiasm he had only seen in Ludwig's eyes on the night of the rainstorm when he attacked Thundercastle.

"no."

Sophia's tone was as meaningful as her eyes:

"If you have the opportunity and your interests are aligned, you can actually work for me... right?"

"……of course can."

Looking at the girl who seemed to be hinting at something about her, An Sen, who was smiling, felt a little inexplicable.

The carriage that continued to drive passed three more intersections, and only slowed down when the silver pocket watch in Anson's hand reached 12:30, and stopped in front of an apartment next to a closed cafe.

55 Bleiman Ave.

Armed with Lisa who was already asleep, Anson cautiously opened the door with the key, and tiptoed up the stairs step by step.

The landlord, Mrs. Bogner, had a very good hearing. He still remembered that on the first night he rented the house, he only lit the fireplace in the living room, which kept the old woman awake all night.

But Anson soon found out that he was really worrying too much—opening the door, and by the fireplace that led to the burning, the old woman in the dark purple blanket was curled up on the sofa, her slightly cloudy eyes from full of The wrinkled pale skin looked at himself.

"Beau, Mrs. Bogner?"

"Yo, young man."

Looking at the old woman's expression that was definitely not "friendly", Anson twitched the corners of his mouth: "Why are you here?"

"There's something wrong with the fireplace in my room. It's smoking black when it's on."

"No, I'm asking why you haven't slept yet?"

"Sure enough, it's a young man - when you reach my age, you will know that it is normal for old people to not sleep at night."

So it's not because the hearing is very good, is it...

Resisting the fuss, An Sen carefully laid Lisa flat on the sofa, covered her with a blanket and said to the old woman:

"As it is, Mrs. Bogner, I must trouble you with something..."

"Don't say it, let me guess."

Squinting slightly, the old woman said in a tone full of people who had come over: "You're going to leave the apartment soon and do something very important, right?"

"Yes." Anson nodded.

"Then it's dangerous?"

"That's it."

"So you can't take Lisa with you and need me to help you take care of her?"

"...that's about it."

"Finally, if something happens to you, please ask me to help you inherit all of your inheritance to Lisa, and then send her to your hometown?"

"...I still...I didn't expect it to be that far..."

"And you're not the first man to tell me this." Mrs. Bogner snorted softly:

"Every time I get married, I ask my husband to buy an apartment on Bleiman Street - or did you forget I told you how I became the biggest landlord on the street?"

An Sen suddenly felt that it was superfluous to explain a single word in front of this person. No matter how perfect a plan was, it couldn't compare to her rich life experience.

"You don't need to worry about little Lisa; she's a strong girl who can get through anything."

Mrs. Bogner looked up at Anson, with countless stories in her turbid pupils: "Do what you should do~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Home is a woman's domain; men should not eat or sleep except to eat and sleep. Stay in his comfort zone."

Nodding lightly, An Sen solemnly glanced at the old woman and silently turned to leave.

"Oh, right."

When he was about to go out, Anson, who stopped, looked back at Mrs. Bogner: "There may be some unrest in Clovis City recently. If there is a way, it is more appropriate for you to find a place to hide temporarily."

"Young man, how many years do you think I've lived in this city, and what's the situation?"

"...This is what Viscount Bogner asked me to bring here. It was a little bit of care. He also specially told me to say hello to you."

Watching the expressionless old woman take the thick letterhead and threw it into the fireplace with her backhand, Anson, who was a little dazed, silently pushed open the door and got into the carriage waiting outside.

"Go to Simon Street Church!"

Time to start fixing it all!

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