I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 87

"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency Anson Bach, for my personal reasons for taking time out of your busy schedule to go to a boring and boring room to discuss a boring topic with a boring old man."

"No no no... Viscount Bogner, you are really too modest."

Sitting on the leather sofa, Anson kept a polite smile, and his eyes quickly scanned the entire smoking room for a week.

The carpet under your feet, the marble fireplace behind you, the oil paintings on the wall, the 16 crystal gas lamps above your head, as well as the card table, bookcase, wine cooler, tea cabinet... This "smoking room" is bigger than your own living room.

"It may be hard for you young people to understand, but for old people like me... Living in the ever-changing Clovis City requires some old-fashioned personal space to really relax."

The old gentleman smiled reservedly and said, perhaps because he was at home, he only wore a black silk nightgown over his shirt, looking very relaxed:

"Coffee or wine, someone told me you like Navy rum?"

"Coffee, thank you." Anson nodded slightly:

"I don't drink at work."

"It's a good habit, and alcohol affects people's thinking."

With a sigh of admiration, Viscount Bogner picked up the bell next to the coffee table and shook it, looking at the young waiter who pushed in the door: "A pot of hot coffee, don't let anyone disturb us."

Watching the silent waiter close the door and leave, An Sen took out a notepad from his jacket pocket and looked at the other party with a smile:

"Viscount Bogner, I don't think I need to explain the purpose of today's visit, right?"

"Of course." The old gentleman nodded lightly, and at the same time raised his hand to interrupt An Sen who wanted to speak:

"But before that, please allow me to express my heartfelt thanks to you - not only for your saving me, but also for your aftermath; I don't know how you persuaded the Archbishop, but please believe, The Bogner family will never treat a friend badly!"

"You are overrated."

Anson shook his head calmly, maintaining a good image of an excellent officer: "I'm just doing my job."

"Well said, excellent and conscientious officers like you are rare now."

Viscount Bogner shook his head slightly with emotion, and the two fell into a brief silence.

"...Martin Bogner, from a traditional Clovis noble family; but the Bogner family fell out of power in his grandfather's time, and even sold their properties and lands to make a living in the most difficult times.

It was not until the 80th year of the saint's calendar that Viscount Bogner relied on the new spinning business to recruit farmers who lost their land to open factories, and his family returned to life. Not only did he win back the old territory and property, but he also got a seat in the Privy Council. A key member of the "liberals" and a major supporter of the Public Administration Act.

Therefore, although the Bogner family itself belongs to the traditional aristocracy, the viscount himself is full of disgust for "bloodlineism" and prefers personal ability, power and assets.

When you communicate with him, you can ignore the small details and focus on the conversation or the work itself, and you can win the favor of the other party…”

The above is all from the information collected by the clerk Alan Dawn.

In the quiet smoking room, Anson clenched the pencil in his hand and said nothing.

After a while, the silent Viscount Bogner took a pipe: "Do you mind if I smoke?"

"No." An Sen raised his hand, indicating that the other party was free.

Lighting the pipe, the old gentleman sighed and said slowly:

"His Excellency Anson Bach, in the factory storeroom you said, 'Crowe City has more than the Guard's forces against me'... I didn't answer at that time."

"But the truth is...I know exactly what you mean."

"Not only that, I also know who the 'force' you said made Nott Conan appear and tried to kidnap me, and what they were plotting, and it was always clear."

"And the problem is that just because I know who they are, I can't let the church -- or the trial -- get involved in getting revenge on them."

"Because... I'm one of them too."

Holding the pipe in his hand, Viscount Bogner smiled bleakly.

"I don't understand." Anson frowned slightly.

"No, you are a wise man, you will definitely understand what I mean from my words, but you just don't dare to guess." The old gentleman bit his pipe lightly:

"Counting from the outbreak of this kingdom-imperial war, everything that has happened since then, including the suspension of the Grand Cross Railway project, the withdrawal of the army from the capital, the rise of the Guards, the gradual collapse of law and order, the Public Administration Act, the Red Brick Street riots , the Iron Sky Incident..."

"Everything! All of this is a reckless fight between two groups of people in the Clovis Kingdom who tore each other out, and this fight follows the Church of Order... No, it should be said that it belongs to the Franz family. Participate, the outcome of the first stage is about to be decided."

"See the difference?!" An Sen didn't hide his stunned:

"I'm very sorry, Viscount Bogner, but I don't quite understand what you mean..."

"It doesn't matter, you don't need to understand so quickly, just know that there is such a thing." The old gentleman chuckled:

"Let me simplify things a little bit: there is a group of people who believe that if the Kingdom of Clovis wants to win the Empire, a change is needed; but there is a ... huge difference in the direction of change."

"The current "Public Management Plan" is one of the points of conflict between the two sides: some people want to dissolve the Guards and establish a new organization, while others think that the powers of the Guards should be expanded, and the two sides are fighting endlessly."

"Now... the part of this group of people who is about to lose has begun to be reckless in order to make a comeback, so it has attracted the attention of the Church of Order; and those who are about to win, in order to ensure that things will not develop to the fastest situation, not only can they not retaliate , but also to protect them!"

So what he means is that this factory riot, together with everything that happened before it, was a power struggle within the Clovis Kingdom, and because one party began to use all means to attract the attention of the church, the other party must try their best to cover up and prevent the situation from getting out of control?

Well, it's no wonder that joining the Franz family will attract such strong disgust from the Army - Archbishop Luther is using the internal contradictions of the Clovis Kingdom to try to get the Franz family a share of it.

But Anson was still a little confused: "What does this have to do with you having to see me?"

Viscount Bogner put down his pipe, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Anson: "Because from the moment you left the 'Steel Sky', you are also a part of this battle - whether you accept it or not at this point."

"I?!"

"That's right, it's you, Your Excellency Anson Bach." The old gentleman said briefly:

"You wouldn't really think that Draco Wilts was in your box... just a coincidence?"

"You know Draco?!" Anson just showed a surprised expression.

"He is a young man with vision beyond this era." Viscount Bogner nodded slightly, and his eyes showed a look of memory:

"At a salon almost two months ago, Mrs. Katarina introduced me to his detective at a social salon; I honestly have no interest in popular literature, but that book piqued my interest. ."

"In the story, it introduces a brand-new, completely different way of managing public order from the security forces - to establish an institution that is completely different from the army, this institution is different from the army, and is specialized in the detection and prevention of crimes, and the maintenance of public order. , supervision of road traffic, and organization and control in emergencies.”

"Although I have always been proud, I have to admit... Without this, the Public Administration Act would not exist today!"

So before arriving at Clovis City, the chatterboxer was already planning, right... Anson was slightly surprised, and said curiously:

"Then what does he have to do with this 'fight'?"

"He is the key to all this." The old gentleman's expression was quite emotional:

"Draco Wilts, he didn't do anything, but made everyone involuntarily fight for his goal - to destroy the Guard and create a new organization to replace it."

"And that was Draco Wilts' vengeance, vengeance on the Guard who killed his last relative."

The old gentleman laughed suddenly, and his two white eyes flashed a gleam of brilliance: "To make an organization completely disappear, and never come back to life, this is really the most amazing 'revenge' I have ever seen!"

"And the 'everyone' I'm talking about includes me, including Madame Katarina, including Archbishop Luther Franz, including many people who may not even be aware of it...and of course you, Anson Bach Your Mightiness."

It seems that because he said too much in one breath, Viscount Bogner's expression was a little tired:

"So after careful consideration, I will ask the court to ask you to be responsible for my questioning, and the other party politely agreed... Do you understand the reason?"

"I understand." Anson nodded thoughtfully, he now fully understood.

Lawrence Bernat, or the Inquisition, they guessed from the beginning that the involvement of Viscount Bogner and the old gods involved a power struggle within the kingdom, so they specifically asked the Storm Corps to come forward to solve it, and agreed to let themselves responsible for interrogation.

But just guessing and speaking from the opponent's mouth are completely different in nature: the former is doubtful, and whether or not the court takes action depends on the judgment of the person in charge; the latter is conclusive evidence, and the court must intervene!

Obviously, the Tribunal doesn't want to intervene at all now; because once the intervention will definitely not involve one or two people, it will involve an unknown number of forces and noble clans. The consequences and influences are beyond their control, so I plan to turn a blind eye. Close your eyes.

Viscount Bogner nodded happily: "I will give you a list of the names of all those involved in the old gods who hired 'dark magic detectives' to kidnap and incite worker riots."

"You can give this list directly to the Inquisition, but that will bring unpredictable consequences; you can also find the common ground behind them, and then uproot the old gods lurking in the shadows."

Uprooted... An Sen smiled slightly:

"It seems a bit beyond my ability."

"No..." The old gentleman smiled and shook his head:

"I think for an excellent officer who can kill a dozen guards alone on a train, sneak into a factory where workers are rioting, and turn around and kill a spell caster with almost no advantage... He is completely capable."

"……I try my best."

Anson tried his best to keep smiling, resisting the urge to draw a gun at the old gentleman six times.

"This sounds like an answer from a responsible person." Viscount Bogner put down his pipe, picked up the bell and shook it:

"Trust me, you won't be disappointed by your choice."

With the soft knock of the door, Ben pushed the waiter in the silver dining car into the smoking room and placed a cup of coffee in front of Anson and Viscount Bogner, plus a black suitcase.

The old gentleman held down the suitcase and pushed it in front of Anson: "This is a little thought, not a respect."

After looking at the box and looking at Viscount Bogner again, An Sen, who put away his smile, said righteously:

"I don't take bribes."

"You misunderstood, how could I bribe you in this way - such a box of gold coins, how tiring to carry." The old man explained softly:

"This is a collection of historical books, many of which are still manuscripts, plus some playthings that I treasured - I know that you studied at St Isaac's College before joining the army, and you must be very interested in this kind of thing. , please accept it."

Speaking of which, Viscount Bogner's expression changed slightly, he deliberately lowered his voice, leaned up and whispered: "Of course, if you are nervous, I know that there is a person named Carin Jacques who can help you 'deal' Get rid of these things and give you a price you are absolutely satisfied with.”

"……Thank you for reminding."

An Sen twitched the corners of his mouth, this kind of bribery was really "aristocratic".

The other party said so much, from a certain talker to the power struggle within the kingdom, the actual purpose is only one: entrust yourself to find the old gods organization behind some nobles and members of the Privy Council~www.mtlnovel.com~ Without affecting the situation uproot them without compromising on the premise.

You don't even need to do it yourself, just hand over the information to the court and let them handle it.

And this box is his "first money".

"You're welcome - when things come to an end, I will definitely get you a position most worthy of you in the army or the future 'Guardian'." The old gentleman chuckled lightly:

"I said, the Bogner family will never treat friends badly."

This is the "last paragraph"... Anson stood up, put down the coffee cup he didn't drink, and lifted the box on the table:

"Then it is time for me to leave, Viscount Bogner."

"May you have a good trip."

Viscount Bogner elegantly got up and sent:

"May the Ring of Order bless his devout followers!"

Chapter end

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