I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 354

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After answering the doubts of Carlos II, the archbishop explained the canon of the Church of Order for half an hour and made a simple prayer of repentance.

The two facing each other knelt on the left and right of the chair, pressed their folded hands against their chins, closed their eyes and mourned silently in their hearts, confessing their sins to the Ring of Order.

This is part of the agreement between the two for many years... As the archbishop, Luther Franz can't interfere in the world in name, but he can answer the king's inner doubts; so Carlos will regularly call the archbishop into the palace every week to accept his repentance.

From Carlos Osteria, who has not yet ascended the throne or the crown prince, to the current "lucky" Carlos II, the tacit understanding between the two has lasted for decades; no matter the royal family or the Privy Council, everyone understands the way What De Franz answered for His Majesty was definitely not just "mentally lost".

But this well-known secret can continue as long as the parties do not take the initiative to break it; even so, Luther Franz still insisted on fulfilling the "duties of the archbishop" and assisting Carlos II in repentance and prayer, Never relax because of habit.

After a full quarter of an hour of silence, the archbishop who opened his eyes first slowly got up, bowed to the calmed king, and left the Osteria Palace.

When walking out of the gate, a carriage was waiting quietly outside. The Honorary Governor of Ice Dragon Fjord looked sideways at the figure of the Archbishop, and waved with a smile.

Luther Franz, who looked as usual, sauntered closer and got into the carriage with the help of the little maid. Take out a bottle of wine.

"Write a letter to Anson Bach immediately and send it to Beluga Port as quickly as possible."

"Ugh?"

Sophia, who was pouring wine, was taken aback by her father's sudden words, and looked at the calm face without any turbulence: "Immediately?"

"No, it's now." The Archbishop held the glass that he had only poured, and closed his eyes with an expression of enjoyment: "There is no time to wait any longer. Before March, he must know the ins and outs of the whole thing."

"But, but now it's January, and the ice in the turbulent sea hasn't completely thawed. How can I tell that family..."

"I said, you write." Lightly sipping the wine in the glass, the archbishop tapped on the roof of the car:

"Go to Friedrichstraße."

The little maid driving the car did not dare to neglect, the carriage quickly left the gate of the palace, and disappeared in the crowded streets.

Sophia in the carriage wanted to ask a few more questions, but looking at her father who was already waiting, she silently took out a pen and paper and leaned against the small coffee table.

Playing with the empty wine glass, the archbishop took a deep breath and started the narrative in a light tone, occasionally slowing down the speed deliberately so that his daughter would not be unable to keep up with the rhythm.

But this obviously underestimates the level of a certain girl... Sophia, who has been working for the family all the year round, has exercised an unforgettable memory in the confrontation with various nobles, accountants, and wealthy businessmen. Don't say words, even punctuation and tone. If I remember correctly, a contract for a shareholding or acquisition can be drafted during a lunch break.

If it is also divided according to the method of the caster, her business ability is at least the level of a blasphemous mage, and she can enter the realm of an apostle at the door.

This "blasphemer mage" was able to record smoothly at first, and occasionally had time to wait for his father to sort out his thoughts; but as the content gradually escalated, and he began to touch some secrets that he had never come into contact with, cold sweat began. It continued to seep from her round forehead, and the fingers holding the pen began to tremble.

Luther Franz, who was still looking as usual, didn't seem to notice the change in his daughter at all. The vocabulary, tone, and speed of speech were like countless precision gears, running in an orderly and fast speed, forming long phrases that made the girl dizzy. .

Sophia's recording speed was getting slower and slower, and she even forced herself to stop thinking at the back, mechanically manipulated her right hand, and wrote those beautiful word symbols on the parchment.

When the archbishop finally read out the last sentence of the inscription, she realized that her cheeks were already wet with sweat, and the right hand holding the pen felt unbearable pains—even if the number of words was doubled, it would never be. Made her feel the slightest discomfort.

Silent Luther Franz poured half a glass of wine himself and pushed it to his daughter:

"This letter should be sent as soon as possible, and it is best to leave Clovis City before tonight."

"What should I do?" Sophia's eyes widened, the letter of intelligence obviously had no weight, but it trembled slightly in her hand: "Everyone saw you board this carriage, wouldn't it be too dangerous?"

"Even if there is a risk of exposure, we still have to do it." Luther Franz said indifferently: "We don't have time, and we can't let Ansen Bach get detailed information until the summer."

"there is no time?"

The girl was very surprised: "But you... haven't you been emphasizing that this war will not start until June this year at the earliest, and the forces of all parties will definitely be scheming and cause delays?"

"Yes, but dear Sophia, the most real thing about this world is that it won't go in the direction you want, and countless details affect the changes in the situation. Some information that we may never know the truth, it is very likely that It plays a decisive role in the crucial link.”

The corner of Luther Franz's mouth outlined a dignified expression: "I can perceive from some information that the danger is approaching, but I cannot determine its true face; out of prudence, I think it is necessary to ensure that the , there is no information fog."

"...I, I really didn't expect you to care about that guy so much?" The girl paused and shook her head in disbelief, "I thought in your eyes, he was just a dispensable tool..."

"Keep your awareness, my dear Sophia." The Archbishop interrupted coldly:

"Don't let your rationality be swayed by temporary emotions... Delicate emotions are full of contagion and empathy for understanding others, which helps to broaden the direction and path of your thinking, but don't let it shake you. "

"To you and your brother, I taught all the time and never lied to you; never question, everything I do is for you, and for this family called 'Franz', I It's only you who care."

Looking at her father's indifferent face, Sophia's mood was a little complicated.

Quietly looking at the slowly moving street scene outside the car window, she was already familiar with Clovis City (inner city) and could not be more familiar with it, she immediately realized that Frederick Street was not far ahead.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then she dared to ask in a low voice, "How do I send the letter out?"

Frederick Street is not only one of the most prosperous commercial streets in Clovis City, but also the headquarters of the Clovis Tribunal's "Truth-seeking Order"; if you want to do anything here without being discovered by the judges, it is difficult. Like ascending to the sky.

Of course, sometimes the most dangerous place is the safest place. A seemingly upright and reasonable place is very likely to be buried in an unknown intelligence network that spreads over most of the orderly world.

Could it be that the father really secretly cultivated a force loyal to the Franz family in Clovis City without anyone knowing it, in case it was necessary...

"The carriage is parked at the entrance of the main street. There is a newspaper office that has just started. Please attach the address to the letter and give it to the editor-in-chief of the newspaper office." Luther Franz said solemnly:

"If you ask any questions, don't answer, he knows what to do - he's a member of the Truth Society."

"Ugh?"

Sophia was stunned for a moment: "Really, the truth will?"

"What's up?"

"Why, why do you know...they..." The girl stammered.

This question made the Archbishop stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence, he looked at his daughter with a puzzled expression: "I... shouldn't I know of their existence?"

"...No, that's not what I meant!"

"Shouldn't I know something about them?"

"Yeah, it's not this..."

"what is that?"

"Uh, yes..."

The girl hesitated before speaking, then sighed, "Are you really sure you want to do this?"

"It does carry certain risks, but it is also the safest way." Luther Franz nodded slightly and glanced at the newspaper office not far from the car window:

"Since the truth is so eager to change the world, it is natural not to watch a whole new force be nipped in the bud; compared to us, they are the one who will really deliver the message to Ansen Bach at any cost. "

"Dear Sophia, that's how enemies and friends are...you need to understand what they want, and then think about how to satisfy them in a way that allows them to do things for themselves, and even become your steadfast ally."

"Nothing is immutable, nothing is irreversible; a fire that has been extinguished will be replaced by rekindled embers."

New World, Beluga Harbor.

As the Beluga Harbor Council officially approved the aid plan for the five colonies, the Ice Dragon Fjord colony began to operate quickly - but not for them to provide supplies, but to prepare for the 102nd year of the Free Confederacy of Saints. A supreme meeting.

After all, it is to support five large colonies at the same time, and it may not even cause a small splash in the entire ordered world, but in the new world, it is already a major event at the "regional first" level, as the only "independent force in the entire region" ”, of course it cannot be pretended that it does not exist.

Of course, they actually pretended not to exist.

After all, everyone has come here for so many years. The once thriving communities or colonies have declined or even died out due to various reasons. It is also common in the new world, and it will not stir up in the hearts of the wealthy businessmen and councillors who are still alive and well. waves.

But when Ice Dragon Fjord took the initiative to bring this up, even as the leader of the nominally Free Confederacy, Polina Frey, as one of the issues of the Supreme Council, they could no longer continue to be deaf and dumb.

Of course they don't care about the life and death of these five colonies, let alone have any sympathy or pity for the "compatriots" who are starving and freezing; it's just that if they watch the Clovis force expand eastward and fail to act, they will definitely have the consequences. is unbearable.

Although the Ice Dragon Fjord and the Free Confederation are allies, this relationship is not very reciprocal - the entire Confederacy can hardly produce any decent army, and it completely needs to rely on the Storm Legion and its servant army to provide security. This identity is temporary. cannot be completely replaced.

But on the other hand, why should Anson Bach protect the Free Confederation?

Once the Empire really launched a counterattack, can he compromise with the Empire and betray the Confederacy to ensure that the Imperial Army will not endanger the Ice Dragon Fjord?

They don't know, but they think it's possible!

Anyway, it is an expansion force, and what was lost in the Free Confederation can be taken back from those five colonies. Even if the Three Kingdoms of Beihai, which are deeply involved in civil war, will never dare to provoke Ke for a few dispensable colonies, even if the war is over. Lowe people.

Therefore, the Confederacy must express its position and cooperate with the actions of Ice Dragon Fjord to prove its own existence and importance. By the way, it will expand its influence to the eastern part of the New World, and strive to include the five colonies into the Confederate family.

So in order to solve the first "diplomatic incident" since the birth of the Confederacy, the venue of the Supreme Conference was logically set at Beluga Harbor, and the time was in early February.

In order to ensure that the meeting was held as scheduled, the "Supreme Council" envisioned by Anson began to enter the preparatory stage. The delegations from each colony just happened to have not left Beluga Harbor, so naturally there was no need to leave.

The joint delegation of the five colonies had to agree to the request to participate in this meeting after obtaining a thousand slave slaves and a batch of metal products, especially agricultural tools, sold by the New World Company at a low price~www.mtlnovel.com~ .

"So, the question now is how to convince Louis Bernard to come to this meeting?" Karl couldn't help asking: "After all, Sail City is the most important colony of the Confederacy. Will it make a difference?"

"No, Louis Bernard will definitely come; as a knight, he won't watch those people starve to death." Anson shook his head and said worriedly:

"The question now is, how to make him accept that he will not rush up with his sword drawn as soon as he sees me, and tear me to pieces as an evil heresy."

"This is indeed quite difficult. Do you have any good ideas?"

"One, I'm going to send a messenger who is very good at persuading others to go to Sail City to invite him to the meeting - not only to resolve the conflict, but also to show sincerity."

"Really, who are you going to send?"

"This is..."

Looking at the curious chief of staff, Anson's mouth began to rise rapidly:

"Didn't you realize...he's right in front of me?"

Chapter end

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