I will be crowned king

Chapter 1061 You know...

Osteria Palace, inner court.

The stern-faced Anson suddenly appeared outside the palace gate. Dressed in brigadier general attire and holding a saber in his hand, the guards on guard felt nervous and subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop him.

Just when his right hand was about to touch Anson's shoulder, Fabian quickly approached from the side, raised his hand and pressed the guard's door with a "pop!" and pressed it heavily against the door.

"W-what are you doing?!"

"who are they?!"

"Alert, alert, someone breaks into the palace!"

The royal guards with frightened and angry expressions quickly gathered together and stepped forward to surround Fabian. They also opened a line and blocked Anson directly in front of him.

More than twenty guards lined up, clutching brand-new Borni rifles, and the shining bayonets fell like dominoes, stabbing forward.

However, Anson still acted as if he hadn't seen it, and continued to move forward with a sullen face, seemingly not noticing that dozens of guns were already pointed at him.

The expressions of the guards were also very unnatural. Of course they knew the guy opposite, or at least knew that he was wearing the uniform of a general; a group of people with the highest military rank of major came out to stop a general, and he was also an extremely young general. Say no. The pressure was pure lies.

But they couldn't retreat because of their responsibilities. They could only watch the other side continue to move forward quickly, getting closer to the final bottom line.

At this moment...

"Everyone - put the guns down!"

A cold roar rang out, and a gloomy-looking Colonel Roman suddenly appeared behind the royal guards: "This is Brigadier General Anson Bach. He entered the palace only after receiving His Majesty's personal order. He is the commander-in-chief of the regiment who was ordered to defend the palace!"

"For the last time, everyone puts down their weapons and salutes Brigadier General Anson Bach!"

While the words echoed under the palace gate, Anson finally walked up to the bayonets of the guards.

The next second, with faces full of confusion, shock, and indignation, the royal guards subconsciously or reluctantly moved out of the way, holding their guns in their left hands and beating their chests with their right hand in salute.

The expressionless Ansen was still walking forward step by step, passing through the square formation of the royal guards, never looking back.

"Are you really angry?" Roman looked at him with a frosty face, and followed him in surprise: "It's really a rare thing to make someone like you lose control of his emotions."

"Of course... considering the suddenness and all possible subsequent unexpected impacts, it's not completely incomprehensible..."

"I just ask one question."

Anson interrupted without politeness and said: "Did the Society of Truth get involved in this matter, or did you know about it?"

"You're really welcome. It seems that you are completely different now than before you went to the new world." Colonel Roman still did not forget to ridicule:

"If I told you that I didn't and didn't know, would you believe it?"

"Then do I have any choice?"

Anson said equally unceremoniously: "If you don't know, I can only say that things are more terrifying than I imagined... Without any external force to overstep, the other party can actually go smoothly under the eyes of you and Archbishop Luther." It’s a success!”

"It means you subconsciously forgot one thing. Compared with the enemy, the power we have is nothing at all." Roman reminded coldly:

"You are now a member of the Society of Truth. The parts of the Society of Truth that are powerless are also your responsibility, Brigadier General Anson Bach."

"I don't deny this. I just hope that every time the Truth Society has any plans, please don't just notify them after the fact or when you have no other choice, so that new members like me can get different surprises every time."

"Then I can only ask you to bear with me. The characteristic of this organization is that we never notify you in advance. Only when a disaster is imminent will the members remember that they don't have to suffer alone - let alone you, I often don't know what to do. At that time, I got involved in strange and bizarre events.”

While talking, the two of them had already passed through the outer courtyards and corridors, heading towards the inner court at their destination; as they got closer, the number of heavily armed soldiers around them also increased.

Not only that, Anson noticed that most of the soldiers on guard around him were no longer royal guards, but police officers from Whitehall Street, and most of them were still the former Guards.

As the most prominent regiment in Clovis, the status of the "former Guards" has now fallen to the bottom of the army hierarchy, almost to the same status as prisoners; the officers who escaped the purge are okay , the lower-level soldiers have reached the point where they are reluctant to mention their resumes.

As the influence of the Franz family in the police system increases day by day, many grassroots police officers also tend to move closer to the Franz family in order to obtain a certain degree of protection.

However, Anson vaguely felt that Ludwig may not have done this just because of "trustworthiness".

When they arrived at the garden outside the inner court, the two happened to encounter a group of policemen escorting more than a dozen servants and maids. They bound their hands and feet and stuffed their mouths with linen cloth. They walked to a wall saying "Uh-huh...!" Ahead, forced to kneel to the ground facing a brick wall.

The slim Ludwig stood on the steps in front of the palace. He noticed the two people walking in at first sight, but without saying hello, he calmly and calmly patted the shoulder of the policeman beside him.

The latter understood it and silently raised a red and black flag in his hand: "Firing squad - guns raised - ready!"

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"boom--!!!!"

The gunshots echoed, and all the noise disappeared; the attendants and maids who were struggling desperately a second ago paused, and then fell helplessly into a pool of their own blood.

"Yo, here we come."

Until this moment, Ludwig looked like he was finally relieved and said calmly to Anson: "The incident happened suddenly, and some things still require you to come over specially so that we can discuss how to deal with it."

"Yeah." Anson nodded and glanced at the body under the corner next to him: "This is..."

"They saw it."

Ludwig's expression suddenly became gloomy: "They happened to be there when the incident happened. Some were just voices, and a few even entered the inner court and witnessed it with their own eyes... There is no other way. I can only choose to silence the current situation."

"With the current situation, if the news spreads, the consequences will be unimaginable... I don't know if it can be hidden or how long it can be hidden, but there is really no better choice."

Anson nodded slightly, raised his finger and pointed at the closed door of the inner court:

"What's going on inside... now?"

"It can only be said that it's not very good." Ludwig sighed, walked closer to Anson and lowered his voice as hard as he could: "When he came, His Majesty was already... As for Queen Anne, she was quite excited, but she didn't seem to have completely lost it. reason."

"I didn't dare to provoke her too much, so I could only pretend that nothing happened. In the name of the Privy Council and His Majesty, I lied that in order to prevent her from approaching the palace at this moment, I had sealed off the surrounding area. The police only thought that there were rebels sneaking into the Wang family's attendants. The Wang family The guards are all concentrated on the palace wall, and they... don't know what happened inside."

"Of course, we are able to do this only because Her Majesty the Queen cooperates well... Otherwise, I would not be able to enter the inner court so smoothly and assign royal guards. I'm afraid she also knows the seriousness of the matter, which is a bit of an unexpected surprise."

The slightly trembling words fell in his ears, and Anson could think of how nervous Ludwig had been from just now to now without having to look up.

But he knew better how much ambitious excitement was buried under this tension.

Yes, Carlos II died, but because of a small accident, he and himself temporarily gained control of the palace, and knew this big news earlier than everyone in Clovis; a certain To this extent, the two even temporarily had the ability to interpret His Majesty's orders, theoretically gaining Clovis's supreme authority.

If this opportunity can be used properly, the effect may even be better than thinking day and night to overthrow the Privy Council and establish the War Department of the military government!

And if they fail...the two of them, along with all their closely related relatives, friends, families, and subordinates...will become the targets of the mutiny and rebels; whoever can eliminate them will be Clovis's true loyalist.

Anson turned slightly sideways and looked at Ludwig's eyes full of meaning. He knew very well the reason why this "old boss" was willing to share this precious information.

In addition to the alliance between the two, the most important thing is the Storm Legion in Anson's hands. It is the only armed force that can immediately suppress the royal guards of Osteria Palace, kidnap the Privy Council, and negotiate with the mutinous rebels.

The legion under Ludwig is still stationed in the southern fortress and cannot leave; as for the Whitehall Street police... Several battles have proved with facts that there is a slight gap between them and the standing legion outside that cannot be ignored.

"So...what are your plans?"

Although he tried hard to be understated, Ludwig's eyes betrayed him.

Anson took a deep breath and didn't answer immediately and glanced at Roman behind him - to be honest, he still didn't believe that the Truth Society and Archbishop Luther knew nothing about this matter.

Otherwise, there would be no such coincidence. An accident occurred at the Osteria Palace, and Ludwig appeared near the incident. He was "lucky" to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

But now he still couldn't figure out what benefits the death of Carlos II could have for Luther Franz. With a king who obeyed his words, how could the archbishop bear to abandon him?

"Now that I'm here, of course I have to meet him first." Anson whispered, "After all, this is the reason why I came in. It's somewhat unjustifiable not to meet him."

"you sure?"

Ludwig couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Although she is still sane now, but... I can't guarantee that nothing will really happen."

"I understand." Anson nodded: "Don't worry, I will try to remain restrained and not stimulate or force her to do anything - just show it, and decide the next step based on her situation, and determine a certain Some guesses.”

"guess?"

"What do you think...the reason why the mutinous generals suddenly attacked the inner city and rushed towards the Osteria Palace?"

With a little rhetorical question, Anson's expression became meaningful: "Is there a possibility that the Osteria Palace and the rebels... the two things happening at the same time are not a coincidence."

Before he finished speaking, Ludwig's pupils suddenly shrank.

"I understand." He asked no more questions: "Go back quickly, if something happens outside..."

"Just shout 'Long Live Clovis' immediately and make sure I can hear it."

After saying that, Anson passed Ludwig and walked straight towards the door of the inner court; with a slightly uneasy feeling, he pushed open the half-closed door.

As soon as he entered the door, the first thing that caught his eye was a corpse.

In the empty palace, Carlos II sat crookedly on the gorgeous sofa in front of the fireplace; his clothes were a little messy, his hat fell to the ground, and his loose hair covered a face full of confusion and puzzlement; his eyes were full of confusion and confusion. He opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't understand what happened until the end.

Of course, he didn't need to understand... A large piece of glass fragments was inserted across his chest, which was already bloody and bloody; the torn shirt exposed the skin of his chest; the large areas of blood and hideous wounds, It was enough to prove that His Majesty was not stabbed through the heart by a sharp blade, but bled to death while still alive.

Calculating the time, Anson even suspected that Carlos II was probably still alive when Ludwig encountered this "accident"...but it was probably too late to recover.

Following the dried blood on the ground, he saw Queen Anne huddled in the corner, trembling.

Anson had only met Her Majesty the Queen once during the court trial, and his impression completely matched the evaluation of some people as "the trophy of Carlos II"; rather than a human being, he was more like a living idol that could be shown off. Toy.

She was staring so hard at the corpse of Carlos II that she didn't notice Anson walking into the palace at all; it was as if the corpse was some kind of indescribable monster that might wake up at any time.

With slight steps, Anson approached the unconscious queen step by step; the moment he walked to the palace, some of his original guesses became stronger and stronger, leaving only the final confirmation.

The unblinking Queen Anne was obviously breathing rapidly, but her face was bloodless and she couldn't even feel much life; even if she died suddenly in the next second, there would never be any doubt.

Anson half-crouched in front of her, took a deep breath, and said in as calm a voice as possible: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty Anne?"

"Ah...ah?"

The pale queen suddenly raised her head and looked as if she had just woken up: "You are..."

"I am Anson Bach, and I have been ordered to protect His Majesty from anyone. But before that, I have a small question that I would like to consult with His Majesty."

"W-what's the problem?"

"Do you know... the name Maurice Périgord?"

Staring into the queen's scarlet eyes, Anson said calmly.