I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 135

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As the first and only Clovisian among the archbishops of the Clovis Kingdom in all dynasties, Luther Franz's status in the upper echelons of the kingdom is almost below one person and above ten thousand people.

According to the provisions of the Church of Order, the archbishop shall not interfere in the politics of the kingdom, so he usually lives in the cathedral or the monastery outside the city; only Luther Franz still retains the original family mansion, and the Franz family has hundreds of The hereditary title of Earl of the Court over the years.

As for why I came here today... I can help Anson, it is a wealthy family of Clovis, and a certain female Inquisitor also knows - besides a certain lady who lives here, can there be a second person?

Standing in front of this four-story blue-and-white building, An Sen sighed and knocked on the door lightly.

"Master Anson Bach?!"

The person who opened the door for him was Angelica, the little maid in a black and white dress covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes sparkling like diamonds:

"I thought... why did you suddenly come to the mansion?"

"Something came out."

Anson showed a stiff smile, and the enthusiasm of the little maid occasionally made him a little uncomfortable: "Can I go in?"

"Of course, please come in!"

The little maid raised her skirt and curtseyed respectfully, let An Sen enter the door, and found a young servant to put away An Sen's coat and hat, and then led him into the living room. Remember the URL m.luoqiuzw. com

"Black tea, coffee, or wine?"

Seeing Anson sitting down on the sofa, the little maid asked with a smile.

"Uh... coffee, thanks."

"No problem, just a few minutes."

Angelica, who tilted her head, bowed again: "Miss Sophia has gone to Madam Katrina's salon, and it will take about half an hour to come back. Please wait here for a while, and if you need anything, just give me your order. ."

"Okay, thank you." Anson continued to smile.

Three minutes later, the little maid with a silver plate left and returned; in addition to a pot of coffee with milk and sugar, there was also a mousse cake, a few caramel chocolates, a stack of colorful macaron snacks, Plus a few newspapers to pass the time.

If only Lisa were here... Anson's expression darkened slightly, but he quickly recovered, poured himself a cup of coffee, and picked up a newspaper to flip through.

In other words, although the riots affected almost the entire city of Clovis, the news industry seems to have not been affected. Is it because the reporters of the newspaper office have stronger vitality than ordinary people...

Just flipping through two pages, almost all the newspapers are full of stories about the impact of the riots in the outer city, the heavy blow to the economy, the future brought about by the low level of public security... and so on.

Even third-rate tabloids like Clovis Truth, which rely on headlines, original stories, and tidbits, have begun to talk about when martial law will end, when markets will reopen, and where to claim corpses or factory recruitment.

An Sen quickly read the newspaper for several minutes, only to see a few news that were barely related to the riot.

The first thing is the follow-up to the previous incident of the Elf Ambassador of Iser: Carlos II officially announced in the Privy Council that he would impose a "war of sanctions" on the Kingdom of Iser and its allies, and teach the Church of Order in the Holy City. Zong applied to deprive Ysir of the elf king's religious status.

Well, Anson is not surprised by this; the Clovis people have coveted the Iser elf for a long time, and there is no question of whether to fight or not, only the question of when to fight.

The second thing is slightly related to Anson: the old Guards will be disbanded by the end of March because of their "extreme incompetence" and "serious dereliction of duty"; the security work of Clovis City will be handed over to the newly established Security Army.

And Ludwig Franz, with his success in quelling the riots, was unanimously approved by the five hundred members of the Privy Council to be the supreme commander of the new security army.

This is nothing to be surprised by. When he heard that the army that suppressed the riots was the Thundercastle levy, Anson probably guessed that this would be the result; in order to make this security force in the hands of the Franz family for decades to come , Archbishop Luther has already made a huge cost, and now it is time to harvest.

Once the new security army is established, in order to ensure that the Franz family has enough power and contacts in it, the Storm Corps, which is the church security army, will definitely join; The main infantry regiment is now in its own hands...

Of course, Anson didn't mind being Ludwig's deputy, but the problem was that the Privy Council could not accept that in addition to Ludwig, the commander, there was a second archbishop who also entered the high-level, so that the new close The guards became private soldiers of the Franz family.

As a result, my position is a bit awkward.

With a helpless sigh, An Sen put the sipped coffee cup on the table, now he must think about what to do in the future.

How about going to the 6th Military Academy to be a teaching assistant, the teacher Erich of the academy is quite good to himself...

"Impossible, you don't want me to be that ghost place!"

Just as he put down the cup, a roar suddenly exploded in the empty house.

The startled Anson almost knocked over the coffee, and his stunned eyes slammed to the door behind him.

The sound is... Ludwig?

"Take back what you just said, Ludwig Franz!"

Luther Franz's low voice came from behind the door, as if suppressing endless anger:

"Just this time, just this time... Abandon your indifferent self-esteem, and take good care of your family and our family in the future; think like an adult, is it... so difficult for you to do it?! "

"That's it!"

Ludwig's roar overwhelmed his head again:

"How many times is this? We discussed this two years ago, if I remember correctly, and I said I had no interest in being a soldier who didn't fight, and you said you would respect my choice; My respect?!"

"I'm asking you to fulfill your obligations to the family!"

"I can do the same on the front line! In the trenches, in the tents, on the battlefield, not some warm and comfortable office where you can do nothing!"

There was a slight trembling in Ludwig's roar: "Do you understand what it will mean once Clovis loses this war?!"

"Of course I understand!"

"No, you don't understand! If you really understand, you will do everything you can to prevent Carlos from declaring war on the Elven Kingdom of Iser, instead of condoning him!"

"Let me remind you, Ludwig Franz, that your father is not a ring of order - and I can only do my best!"

"That shows that your efforts are still not enough, let alone that you should not consider transferring a corps that can still fight to the rear when there is a shortage of troops on the front line; I am very sorry now, why should I listen to your words and come back!"

Ludwig's growls echoed throughout the house, but his anger was met with nothing but silence.

In the silent living room, An Sen, who was sitting on the sofa, stared at the closed door without blinking.

"boom--!"

With a loud noise, Ludwig, who was full of anger, slammed open the door. As soon as he walked out of the study, he saw a figure sitting on the sofa holding a newspaper and coffee, turning his head to look at himself.

"Anson Bach, when did you come?"

Ludwig was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the study behind him, a bit more embarrassed on his stern face:

"You... have you heard?"

"I only heard part of it." Anson blinked, deliberately showing a somewhat confused look:

"what happened?"

"Nothing! I had a fight with my father... over some... trivial things... well, that's all."

Ludwigillo explained a little impatiently, and then immediately changed the subject: "How about you, I heard that Clovis Cathedral was invaded by a blasphemous mage, and someone said you were injured? "

"It's just some flesh wounds plus mental trauma, and they recovered after a few days of rest in the hospital." Anson smiled:

"It's you, I heard that you have been promoted from brigadier general to major general?"

"Well, it's just passed in the Privy Council, and it hasn't been approved by the 6th Army yet."

Ludwig shook his head, as if he was not very interested in this matter.

In a somewhat depressed mood, he lowered his eyes and inadvertently saw the news published in the newspaper that he was about to become the commander of the security forces.

Ludwig, whose expression changed slightly, was silent for a few seconds, and looked at Ansen with somewhat complicated eyes:

"You...are you here for this?"

"No! I actually..."

"There's no need to hide this kind of thing!"

Without waiting for Anson to explain, Ludwig interrupted righteously: "I can make a promise to you now! I, Ludwig Franz, will never be the next guard. Commander!"

"On the contrary, I think that you are qualified for this position by sticking to Clovis Cathedral this time and killing the Blasphemer Mage. At least, it should be like the general staff officer, or the commander of the elite grenadier regiment. The top level of the class; although I don't think that with your ability, you shouldn't waste it on such a meaningless..."

"Click-"

Before Ludwig could finish speaking, there was a sudden sound of the door opening from outside the living room; Sophia Franz, who was wearing a long purple dress and smiling, walked into the living room and saw Luther standing beside the sofa. At the moment of Vichy and Anson, for some reason, their expressions quickly cooled down.

"It looks like you've already quarreled with your father?" the girl said indifferently:

"Or is it just after the first round, I have to go out and stay, so as not to get in your way?"

"No, no need."

Ludwigillo said a little embarrassedly: "I was about to go out and go to the barracks on Whitehall Street with Anson Bach..."

"I'm very sorry, but Your Excellency Anson Bach will not go to the barracks with you."

Sophia interrupted unceremoniously, looking at Anson with a hint of meaning in her flowing eyes, and walked to his side step by step: "In fact, the purpose of his visit today is to 'specially' come to me to discuss certain matters. , not you, Brother Ludwig."

"Am I right, Anson?"

The intimacy of the name and the distance between the two are too close to be closer, as if the two are already close to each other.

Looking at Sophia's spring-like smile and the stunned look on Ludwig's cold expression, Anson, who was standing in the middle, suddenly felt a little...

panic.

"Where did you get the invitation letter from the Rune family?"

In the girl's bedroom, Sophia looked at An Sen who was fidgeting in front of the dresser, playing with the exquisitely exaggerated invitation card in her hand, her expression extremely confused.

An Sen sighed and said, "I said they gave it to me, do you believe it?"

"Do not believe."

Sophia frowned slightly and handed the invitation back to Anson: "But other than that, there doesn't seem to be any other more reasonable explanation."

"The Rune family is the oldest family in the Clovis Kingdom. The family history can be traced back to 900 years before the saint's calendar. There are only a few families and royal families who can be invited to Lund Manor by them. Don't understand why they invited you, and only one of you?"

"How do you know they only invited me?"

"Because I went to a dinner party at Lund Manor with my father."

There was a strange look in the girl's eyes, as if she remembered some bad memories: "They will indicate the names of all the guests present on the invitation; if not, it means that they only invited you."

"The manor is in a forest outside the city of Clovis, surrounded by the private domain of the Rune family. It is a somewhat gloomy castle that seems to be thousands of years old."

"I can give you the detailed address of that place, it's not too hard to find, although it's possible to get lost if you're not careful."

"Thank you."

An Sen who nodded slightly thanked: "Is there anything I can help with, as long as I can do it."

Although it was just an ordinary courtesy, if she really asked, Anson would not refuse.

Well, anyway, this eldest lady, who is very enthusiastic about detective novels, can't say anything too exaggerated.

Sophia did not speak immediately, but was silent for a few seconds, looking at Anson with a dignified expression:

"You...remember telling me earlier to keep an eye on Draco Wilters, to find out the connections behind him, and how to get Carlos to make a deal with the mob besieging the palace?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I found it." Sophia said solemnly:

"Just like you...and what my father said~www.mtlnovel.com~ He is not fighting alone, but a group of people behind his back to cooperate with his actions."

"To be more precise, this is an organization; it was they who planned the riot, and at the same time used the old gods organization as their shield, making everyone think that all this was the plan of the black mage and the old gods. ."

Sophia paused slightly, as if she had returned to the night of the riot, hiding under the stairs and trembling all over herself, listening intently to the two voices that were deliberately lowered:

"I didn't hear the details too clearly. I only heard a name, a name that should have disappeared decades ago..."

"They call themselves...the Truth Society!"

Chapter end

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