I Will Be The Crowned King

What does this have to do with being ready?

Ludwig still doesn't understand his father's thinking. From his point of view, isn't the most important thing to stabilize the situation and prevent a certain fuse from directly detonating the entire explosive barrel of Clovis City?

Since the armistice period with the empire has not ended, the state of war in the entire kingdom has not ended. Tens of thousands of standing armies have withdrawn from the front line to the central province, and the dense branches are around the city of Clovis; soldiers who are dissatisfied with the kingdom And the poor who are trapped in the status quo, all the conflicts have been unprecedentedly fierce. No one can say whether a rebellion or a riot will break out in the next second.

Having experienced the riots in the outer city of Clovis before, there is actually a tacit understanding and consensus among the wealthy families in the upper classes of the royal capital, that is, similar things must never happen again; it is precisely because of this that the Privy Council will The War Department backed down again and again, until the current state.

The ambition of the Ministry of War is nothing more than to dissolve the Privy Council and take control of the kingdom by themselves. Is it possible for them to succeed?

Ludwig doesn't know what other people think, but in his eyes, this kind of thing is basically impossible.

The reason is very simple, that is, the current Clovis and the opposite empire, Hantu and even all its neighbors are already a completely different country; what she relies on is not the personal authority of the king, not the tacit compromise between the great nobles, or even a certain To a certain extent, it is not the army, but is represented by the Privy Council. It is a progressive, stacked-bed structure of large and small committees, agencies, departments, and even hundreds of offices.

You're welcome, anyone can be a Clovis ruler - in substance, of course - but unless he smashes the whole kingdom to pieces and starts from scratch, as long as he still wants the country to run, obey him baton, then he needs to rely on this mechanism.

If the War Department just wants to promote a dictator, or really wants to make Carlos II "pro-government", that's fine; but if they want to let the War Department "seize power" and become the core of the country's power to establish a "junta" ', that's pure whimsy.

Don't look at the hierarchy of the army, it seems to be more "professional" than the aristocratic lords in the Privy Council, but the more professional people do things they are not good at, the worse they tend to be; let alone seize power, can they unite themselves? His allegiance to His Majesty Carlos II is a big problem.

Why did Carlos II condone the mischief of the Ministry of War, or because the Privy Council is less and less serious about his majesty? Coupled with the fact that the Guards have been transformed into policemen, completely depriving the king of the army of the last relatives, it is normal to have a counterattack - but this does not mean that he will be willing to let a soldier serve as the Minister of the Seal!

So the answer is obvious, the conspiracy of the War Department cannot be successful, but they do have the ability to do things, and they seem to be very enthusiastic about this now, so why do we continue to stimulate them?

But Ludwig also knew very well that he didn't stop his father's ability, just like he couldn't stop Sophia from messing around; so he just sighed, turned and left the study.

The archbishop, who pretended not to care, didn't turn his eyes to the door on the other side until his son left the room: "I don't need to explain what you need to do, right?"…

"clear."

With a calm voice, Colonel Roman with a frosty face pushed in the door: "But this time, I may not be able to give you any guarantees."

"There's no need for that." Archbishop Luther shook his head: "I've decided, let him watch this time, and don't include him in the original plan."

Hearing this sentence, Roman Tong Kong, who was still able to keep calm, shrank slightly:

"You...really made up your mind?"

"It should be said that I gave up completely, maybe this is the right thing to do." The expression of the archbishop gradually calmed down:

"Many things cannot be forced. This is also for the Franz family, so that it will not be completely swallowed up in the storm... It's a little bit of my personal selfishness."

"But if you do that, you'll be a little sorry for Anson Bach."

"I'm the opposite of your opinion." Roman said coldly: "If he knew the truth, he would probably be ecstatic."

"Maybe, but we can't tell him the truth until the last minute."

In a meaningful whisper, Archbishop Luther picked up the coffee that had already been cold: "He still has a test, a test to see if he has that kind of consciousness."

"In the past, he was a very qualified subordinate, an excellent collaborator, and a firm, at least not easily betrayed by your ally; but now these are not enough, he must let us see whether he has The fire was lit, did you…”

"Already have the consciousness to control the storm!"

………………

Probably because he finally got home, Anson didn't get up until late the next day, and even when he got up from the bed, he realized that he didn't even take off his clothes last night and fell asleep directly on the bed.

After taking care of his image a little, he pushed open the door and walked down the stairs to the lobby of the Truth Seeking Club, ready to grab some coffee and hard bread for breakfast.

It was nearly ten o'clock in the morning, and the judges who clocked in to work were sitting in twos and threes next to the bar counter and the seats by the window, either exchanging work information or taking a break.

With a standard "office worker" like Cole as the captain, the work ethos of the Clovis Tribunal is naturally in line with him - unless there is a task, most of the time is relatively leisurely, and there will be no "normal overtime". The situation appeared; so many of the inquisitors who were supposed to be on duty in the cathedral also sneaked back to the club to drink coffee.

Ignoring the gazes of the surrounding judges, An Sen walked to the bar without anyone else, made himself a pot of coffee, took a few pieces of hard bread from the basket, found an empty seat by himself, and quietly Enjoy this beautiful morning.

"Why, it's very leisurely."

The expressionless Sierra Virgil walked over from behind and sat opposite Anson with a dark red mug: "If I didn't know, I thought you were really coming to the club for vacation."

"Then what state do you think I should be in?" Anson smiled:

"Frightened, at a loss, or praying to the Ring of Order that you won't be wronged by the War Department?"…

"Injustice?"

The female judge's expression was very subtle.

"I mean, misunderstanding." Anson quickly corrected: "Everyone has a different concept of loyalty, just like some people are obsessed with coffee, and some people just use it as a refreshing drink."

"Oh, that sounds interesting."

Sierra Virgil smiled more and more: "Then may I ask the respected Brigadier General Anson Bach, which one does he belong to?"

"It's both, and neither." Anson picked up the coffee on the table: "For me, this drink should have some degree of... um, in addition to the so-called 'must-haves' and niche enjoyment. social function."

"… Brigadier General Anson Bach, you may have to explain a little more."

"You can think of it as a pastime, it's not very high-end, but it's definitely not cheap; it's not like the beer and grilled sausages that the Clovis people prefer, and enjoy it - for now, of course, is the need to walk in Cafe, enjoyed with those who can also afford coffee." Anson explained very easily:

"Those who drink coffee with you, you will know that you have a common language and that you can communicate equally regardless of your personal wealth; in the end, you will become a kind of 'group', and this group Maybe you can use this common language to become a more proactive organization.”

"As for the beginning of it all..." Anson shook the cup in his hand:

"It's just coffee."

After quietly listening to this theory, the female judge who showed an admiring smile also gave her own answer:

"sophistry."

Anson Bach: "…"

"If it's what you said, the so-called 'social function' in this world is not just coffee." Sierra Virgil said coldly:

"Newspapers, work, cigarettes, beer... Favorite restaurants, favorite sports, and traveling companions, aren't they all the same?"

"Completely correct."

Anson not only did not refute, but also affirmed the female judge's question: "It is this 'social attribute' that keeps people united and differentiated, so that we have the basis for creating an organization and have boundaries to distinguish each other. "

"Consensus...is the foundation; most of the time people don't care about it and see it as something as commonplace as water, soil and air; but without air, soil and water, people cannot survive ; Without consensus, no matter how powerful the collective will be, it will become a mess."

"So all the key is to find this consensus."

Looking at An Sen's incomparably sullen expression, the female judge finally understood what the other party was talking about, and the two children opened their eyes slightly.

His enemy is the War Department, so the War Department...or the Army's consensus, what is it?

It is not the so-called "common interest" that any spontaneously or passively formed organization will actively pursue, but as someone said, the key to the birth of this group, those who are accustomed to them like soil, air and water, but are not. must depend on existence.

Why was the Ministry of the Army born, what is its belief, and why can it be so united to build a well-disciplined and highly disciplined organization? …

And now, this man named Anson Bach wants to destroy it...

"You can't succeed." The expressionless Sierra Virgil's tone was full of affirmation:

"No, it should be said that you will definitely lose, and you will lose badly."

"Really? What a coincidence, I don't think I can succeed either."

Anson still had that calm, unconcerned expression: "But there's no saying... You don't really need to kill your enemy, you just need to let him know that you can and really want to kill him, that's enough —I am sure of that.”

"People who believe in such fallacies and heresies may find it difficult to end well."

It seems that it was because of someone's casual attitude that the female judge's tone became cold, and there was no more casualness and gentleness at the beginning: "If my friend is this kind of person, I will break up with him soon."

"Then I can only wish you many, many friends." Anson took a sip of coffee and watched Sierra Virgil turn and leave.

Almost at the same time, he could clearly feel that the gazes around him were obviously a bit more hostile.

This was completely expected by Anson.

No matter what the cause is, Cole Dorian's attitude has fully explained that the trial does not want to go into this muddy water; if he just wants to protect himself, then there is a high probability that there will be no problem; but if he is still holding revenge or even counterattack, it counts The idea of ​​​​it is definitely 100% that he will not give himself any good looks.

But this is actually a good thing for Anson—in his current situation, although he was indeed saved by the trial, he would also be mistaken by others as being suspected of "assisting the church to interfere in secular politics"; "Leading the way party", Ansen wants to win over allies in the future, but it is too difficult to find others to support him.

The Inquisition is indeed a trusted ally, but with a church background, they cannot intervene in secular politics; if he really wants to thwart the vicious plans of the War Department, Anson still needs his "own people" within the Army, plus Bogner. An "unreliable" partner like the Viscount.

So I'm sorry, Anson must be a little offended for these friends who have had a life-long relationship in the literal sense.

After drinking coffee and eating up the hard bread that was comparable to a brick, he was about to get up and was suddenly pressed on his shoulders - the expressionless female judge suddenly returned to his side.

"I remember you just said that any hobbies and interests may have the so-called 'social attributes'... Right?"

"Uh... that's right."

"And if I remember correctly, you seem to be very interested in things like reading newspapers?"

"...It can only be said to be normal."

"It just so happened that I just got a newspaper from UU reading www.uukanshu.com, and I thought it was very interesting." Sierra Virgil raised the corner of his mouth again:

"Because of common interests, I personally think that I should share it with you."

Looking at her meaningful eyes, An Sen could only squeeze a little smile from the bottom of his heart with a "crack!" "That...of course it couldn't be better."

Then, she put a brand-new newspaper on the dining table, and a few incomparably eye-catching characters came into the eyes of the two of them:

"Shocked, the Ministry of War framed the kingdom's heroes to make a fortune, and the expeditionary force was burdened with infamy and no one cared about it! 》

"...Dear readers and zealous citizens of the kingdom, today our newspaper suddenly got a piece of news. The cause of the incident is that an army that has been fighting **** battles for the kingdom in the overseas enclave for several years, how did it work in the army? Under the inaction of the Ministry, they have lost their territory, damaged the interests of the kingdom, and even treasonously wronged the country..."

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