I Will Be The Crowned King

Just when Bishop Ripper finally made up his mind, believers in the Ring of Order in various communities in Beluga Harbor had spontaneously started to gather in the church, waving the newspapers in their hands and various carvings in their homes and taverns depicting the Order of Order. Items of the ring, angrily demanded an explanation from the priests.

As for the truth of the matter—the newspapers have said it, how could it be false? !

For the immigrants who fled the mainland to seek life in the colonies, they are naturally full of vigilance and a certain hostility to the power from the mainland, and the hard life also makes them have a high tolerance for "their own people".

Even if Harold really killed Anson Bach, they didn't care. Anyway, the disputes between these big men were not something they could interfere with; some people who hated the royal family and the mainland would even secretly applaud.

The problem is to condone and even collude with the pagan indigenous people to attack a local wealthy businessman - and the richest businessman - the mansion.

This seriously challenges the bottom line of the immigrants in Beluga Port!

They can acquiesce to pagans living low-key in their communities, they can tolerate being "snatched" by lowly natives - especially those that no one wants to do - but they can never tolerate a big man colluding with pagan natives , allowing them to divide up the benefits that belong to immigrants.

What, it wasn't divided up? A group of pagan natives, killing one big man for another big man, without any conditions or price - when everyone is stupid? !

It is not that no one among the immigrants feels that they can live in harmony with the natives, or even coexist; but the sober people still occupy the vast majority-they know very well that their purpose in coming to the new world is because they can no longer live, and run to New world to make a fortune.

How to get rich? Take away their lands, take away their forest farms, their prey, their oceans, lakes, rivers, mines...even the natives themselves.

How to make a fortune!

If it weren't for getting rich, for one day to become a high-ranking person, to eat steak, live in a big house, and live a life of high spending... ghosts are willing to take such a big risk to cross the ocean and die in a foreign country.

All in all, the two sides can coexist—provided there is a clear hierarchy, and there is a line that absolutely cannot be crossed.

When the priests took Bishop Ripper's order to go to churches in various communities in batches, the whole city was a sensation; Beluga Harbor, which was still covered in snow and ice in January, was burning at this moment!

At this moment, Carl Bain, who was in the church in the parliamentary district, was devastated to appease the believers who kept rushing into the church, and his dry mouth assured them that Ansen Bach was not dead; Throwing troublesome work to him, a **** who hides himself for leisure.

Thanks to him, he now not only has to maintain law and order in a city where the powder keg has been ignited, but also has to find a way to curb the power and speed of the explosion, so as not to blow up the entire city.

Under the arrangement of Bishop Ruiper, believers from various communities spontaneously formed a procession; guided by the hussars, with the Faithful Alliance as the core, and then by the priests to maintain order, they marched through the layers of Luca in a mighty manner. Beluga Harbor Council is on its way!

The tide-like team quickly blocked the streets, but the streets that were originally blocked were empty; in addition, the soldiers of each Luca cooperated with each other and assumed the function of "pipe gates", which finally avoided confusion and confusion. Stampede accident.

Angry believers waved newspapers or objects engraved with the Ring of Order, and the "faithful" walking in the front row held high the banner of the Ring of Order distributed by the storm division, and shouted under the command of the enthusiastic priests. A neat slogan:

"Arrest the murderer behind the commander's murder!"

"Arrest the murderer—!!"

"Hang the heretics in the Beluga Harbor Council!"

"Hang the heretics-!!"

"Down with the evil Beluga Harbor Council and re-establish order in the colony!"

"Down with Beluga Harbor Council—!!"…

"Whoa-"

Looking at the crowd protesting outside the gate of the parliament outside the window, the blue-faced Harold slammed the curtains closed, glared angrily at Fabian at the wine table behind him, and desperately suppressed his voice and whispered:

"What are you trying to do?!"

"I have no idea."

The expressionless former guards officer crossed Erlang's legs and sat comfortably in the easy chair, looking at the nectar in the wine glass in his hand, without even looking at him:

"Tonight, I've been sitting here all night protecting you and your family, drinking with you—how could I know what's going on outside."

"You don't know?!" Obviously, Harold didn't believe it at all:

"The commander of the grenadier of the dignified Storm Division, the deputy commander of the garrison, actually told me that he didn't know?!"

Fabien put down his glass and glanced at him very indifferently: "Yes, you heard it right, that's exactly what I told you - for the sake of your invitation to drink, I can repeat it as many times as you want."

"By the way, the garrison has one and only one commander, and that is Commander Anson Bach. There is no deputy commander. Considering that you are only emotional and lost your words, I will not pursue the issue of your malicious slander affecting my career."

"you…?!"

Looking at the calm and casual indifferent expression of the other party, the excited Harold was so angry that he was at a loss for words. Down:

"If you really want to kill me, just do it directly, a noose or a buckshot... You can do it now."

"I won't touch a single hair of you, let alone nooses and lead bullets. Some are also for those who want to kill you." Fabian raised the corners of his mouth slightly:

"Remember, I came to protect you—or did you drink too much?"

"Maybe, but I still have to ask: why?"

Harold sneered: "Is it because you are worried that people outside will unite because of my death, so that your master cannot easily get the entire colony?"

"It's because my master once made a promise to you that he would not dissolve or destroy the Beluga Harbor Council... Naturally, it would not hurt the person it is talking about, that is, you."

Of course Fabian could hear the sarcasm in his words, but he didn't mind it at all - at least it looked like this: "But those people outside are not necessarily."

Harold's cheek twitched fiercely.

"Anson Bach... what does he want?"

"Don't you know what the commander is thinking?" Fabian asked back: "Beluga Harbor, and the farms, mines, and forest farms outside... You have so many eyes, didn't they tell you?"

Harold, who woke up instantly, was shocked!

He raised his head nervously and looked carefully at the former guards officer:

"…no."

"Very good." Fabian shrugged, his expression still very casual:

"They don't need it now, and they don't need to tell you in the future, because there's no need for that - you are the speaker of the Beluga Harbor Council, as long as you manage the council well, it's better to leave the military to handle such professional matters as intelligence gathering. ."

"Let's stop interfering in the things you shouldn't interfere, and let the parliament contribute to the prosperity and stability of Beluga Harbor and the entire Ice Dragon Fjord. No one will suspect that you have assassinated Commander Anson Bach."

"What do you think, Speaker Harold?"

…………

Compared to Harold, who was frightened and angry, the other members of the Beluga Harbor Council were not so calm.

Listening to the murderous slogans of the parade outside, and then looking at the soldiers of the Storm Division with guns and live ammunition outside the door, the congressman under house arrest and his family members were silent, hiding in the dining table and cellar, trembling with their guns in their possession.

Then it was found that most of the guns were in good condition, but the propellant and buckshot were all damp from being buried for too long, seepage in the walls, and poor storage.

Even if they didn't get wet, these congressmen who never left the wealthy area and their own homes would not use them at all, and they would not dare to hand over their weapons to those "loyal" servants and stewards - for fear that they would also be bribed like Mason's butlers. .

The great fear combined with the pain of not sleeping through the night sent them into a trance state, one moment worried that the soldiers outside would rush in and kill them all, another moment worried that the soldiers would withdraw and let the marching thugs rush in. Kill them all... in an endlessly repeating spiral of paradoxes.

But soon they don't have to worry about it anymore - at 10:30, the garrison corps in the city removed the guards stationed outside the houses of various councilors on time.

The terrified parliamentarians wanted to stop the soldiers, but what they got was an irrefutable answer: "We were ordered to prevent your parliamentarians from being assassinated by infidels. Now the streets are full of believers of the Ring of Order, you are safe. already."

The congressman wanted to say that he was actually more afraid of being assassinated by the believers, but he knew that if he really said that, he would be dead, so he changed his question in a more euphemistic way:

"Then what can I do so that you can continue to protect me?"

"Uh..." The leader of the platoon thought for half a minute, and then gave a way to get the best of both worlds:

"We are going to maintain order outside the White Whale Harbor Parliament. Why don't you go to the parliament with us, so that we can protect you while maintaining the order of the parade—as long as you enter the parliament, you will be safe."

"If a believer suddenly rushes out to hang me while passing the parade, can you and your soldiers be sure to stop him?" the councilor asked worriedly.

"We can guarantee that he will be arrested, locked up, and handed over to the Faithful Alliance or the headquarters of the prison." The line commander replied truthfully:

"Of course, that was probably after he hanged you—you know, there are already thousands of people outside, and there will be more to come. We may not have time to react."

Member of Parliament: "…"

Under the crisis of life and death, the congressmen under house arrest quickly split into two factions: one group would rather hide at home and continue to take the initiative to accept house arrest, while the other group decided to risk being hanged and go under the protection of the soldiers of the Storm Division. parliament.

But this is also temporary... At twelve o'clock, Speaker Harold called all the members to the parliament to hold a meeting about the Beluga Harbor pagan organization and how to deal with the assassination of the garrison commander last night.

The councilors who heard the news were stunned for a moment, and then they yelled at each other—Harold was planning to bring the entire council to bury him with him!

Obviously, Anson Bach would not let this matter off easily, so Harold planned to take this opportunity to take advantage of the entire council to express his position to the garrison.

Either accept our concessions, and the garrison and parliament will jointly rule Moby Dick, or kill us all and turn the colony into a paradise for fanatics and rioters.

This is definitely an extremely risky plan, but it is also a last resort: after all, Ansen Bach has 6,000 soldiers and a fleet in his hands, and even if the parliament is united, it may not be able to get a bargain, let alone one by one. .

Only by negotiating as a whole, the Beluga Port 500 Council has the right to negotiate with Anson Bach, otherwise the only option is to lie down and accept the reality silently.

Under the cruel reality, the last group of parliamentarians finally chose to give up hiding and decided to go to the parliament to be with their companions to completely decide the ownership of Beluga Harbor.

Since Ansen Bach wants to be the governor of the colony, let's have a formal negotiation!

At one o'clock in the afternoon, a total of three hundred and ninety-five members gathered in the Beluga Harbor Council with a decisive emotion.

The depressing atmosphere lingered on the vaulted ceiling of the hall, which seemed a bit tragic.

On the rostrum in the hall, the serious-looking Harold looked at the crowded hall below the stage, and his heart was extremely heavy.

Although it is called the "Five Hundred People's Council", it actually includes the entire group with the most wealth of assets in the entire Beluga Port. UU Reading www. uukanshu. On weekdays, if it is not for specific major events and convened in advance, the number of members who can come to discuss matters at any time will not exceed 100.

After all, everyone has their own industries, not professional politicians, and most of them are just a title that is convenient for doing things; in addition, most people do not like to be controlled, unless they are closely related to their own interests, they will not be too concerned about parliament. Seriously.

Today, it was obviously only an hour earlier, and nearly four-fifths of the members of the parliament have already gathered here.

Ansen Bach's pressing step by step, on the contrary, prompted the real birth of the Parliament!

Thinking of this, Harold, who was listening to the slogans of the parade outside the hall, felt a bit of pride in his heart in addition to the tragic and solemn; he couldn't help but said:

"Everyone, today's topic has been announced to everyone before the meeting. Any member of parliament who has an idea or objection does not need to take the stage. He can directly stand up and put forward his own proposal to everyone, and then..."

"I have a proposal!"

Before Harold could finish speaking, a voice immediately rang out from the crowd; the dignified Mason Weizler stood up abruptly, staring wide-eyed at Harold on the stage:

"The current Beluga Harbor Council has been opposed by the entire Beluga Harbor, and the voice outside the gate is the best indication!"

"Therefore, I hereby propose to accept the voice of the people of Beluga Harbor, dissolve the current Beluga Harbor Council, and re-establish the election method and candidates for the next parliament."

"My proposal is finished, who agrees and who opposes?!"