I will be crowned king

"I'll say it again, it really wasn't me! How many more times do I have to explain before you believe me?!"

In the living room of Franz's residence, Ludwig looked innocently at his angry sister who ran over to find him to accuse him of the crime: "To publicly assassinate Anson Bach and the officers of the Storm Legion at this time is not to take the initiative. Give you the handle, I am not stupid enough to think that the Whitehall Street police can resist the anger of the entire War Department, let alone the nearly 300,000 militiamen in the city, will stand by me at this time! "

"By the way, I sent people to deal with it as soon as it happened and notified the Army Department and the Storm Corps station. There are now at least five hundred Whitehall Street police officers busy with this matter."

"The Privy Council and the royal family also sent people to the Prime Minister's Office to ask questions. I also promised all of them that if the Storm Legion plans to send troops into the city to help maintain public security, I will never stop it - what else do you want?!"

"frank!"

Sophia's face was extremely ugly, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red: "Tell me everything you know and the information you guessed."

"But I really don't know anything!"

"I do not believe!"

"You...you are simply unreasonable!"

"Someone fouled first, you crossed the line!"

"I don't!"

Ludwig suddenly stood up from the sofa, and he finally got a little angry: "Listen... As a brother, I know you must be uncomfortable now, but use your brain and think about it. If it's really me, then How could you...and Anson Bach not even notice the slightest hint of the assassination?"

"Just from the tip I just received, there were nearly forty people suspected of being assassins at the scene of the incident! They had both light and heavy weapons, and with the exception of a few, most of them were not even Clovis, and they were not very skilled. It is said that he is comparable to a talented person and has the level of an elite veteran."

"To mobilize such a group of people regardless of the consequences and costs, and carry out assassinations in a big way without any warning... Do you really think it will be me?"

Sighing heavily, Ludwig turned his gaze to the slowly burning fireplace; he had no hope of resolving the misunderstanding; not only Sophia, but actually most of them, and possibly even the entire Even Luo Weicheng felt that he was the real culprit behind the scenes.

After all, this is the answer that is easiest to think of, and now the only obstacle that blocks his path to complete power is Anson Bach, his former subordinate and comrade-in-arms; killing his political opponents regardless of the cost sounds ridiculous. It's so natural.

While being angry, Ludwig did seriously think about whether he was framing him, and the only targets that could immediately come to mind were the following: the royal family, the empire, the church, and Anson Bach himself.

To a certain extent, he even hoped that this was a frame-up plan directed and acted by Anson, so as to clear his suspicion of secretly assassinating the nobles, and in turn, pin the charge on himself.

But Ludwig knew very well that this was impossible. The nobles in Clovis no longer had real power. They were all extremely rich and had beautiful but fragile ceramic piggy banks; no matter how much they were cherished, they would break if they were broken. No hesitation at all.

The only ones left were the royal family, the empire and the church... He slowly raised his head and met Sophia's eyes with cold eyes; both of them understood what the other was thinking at this moment.

"Who do you think is most likely?"

"The Church." Ludwig answered without hesitation: "They were present in the previous mutinies. There is nothing surprising about them happening again."

"If that's the case, it's impossible for my father to know anything about it."

Sophia had a completely different point of view: "Could it be the plan promoted by the Imperial Ambassador and the Queen Mother Anne? No matter the manpower or material resources, they can easily do it without alarming anyone."

"It's possible...but even if Her Majesty the Queen Mother had the idea of ​​​​drawing in the emperor as a backstage from the beginning, it can only be her alternative plan. If it is exposed, the entire Clovis will not tolerate it; and even from Ka Counting from the day Los II died, the time when she truly held real power was too short to be silent."

Although the analysis was very calm, Ludwig was somewhat surprised: "I thought you had a good relationship with the Queen Mother, but you were the first to target her with suspicion."

"The first person I suspected was you." The girl stared with still angry eyes:

"Besides... don't look down on people there. I can do the same things you can do. What Clovis's future looks like is not something you can decide alone."

After saying that, Sophia, who rolled her eyes at Ludwig, turned around unceremoniously, sat on the sofa and picked up a glass of ice water; the slowly melting ice cubes kept colliding in the glass, making a pleasant sound.

It seems that Anson Bach is still alive... Ludwig sighed, but he still had to analyze the identity of the real murderer behind the scenes for his sister: "In addition to the astonishingly large-scale gestures, the method adopted by the other party is also very special: in broad daylight. The organization below is equipped with light and heavy weapons, and even killers from the Old God sect are mixed in to take action on the streets."

"This kind of thing cannot be done by any Clovis gang or Old God organization that I know of. This is not just a question of whether you dare or not. If the matter is so big, it is easy for one of our own people to be exposed and unable to end smoothly. ; To put it more harshly, it means that the other party has not considered the life and death of the assassins at all."

"Even if you really treat your subordinates as trash and throw them away after use, you have to consider whether your own intelligence will be leaked; so... I think the person who organized this assassination has probably never been in a big city. , to be more precise, it is the experience of Clovis City activities.”

"Yes, but you have just said this." Sophia frowned slightly: "Why is it necessary to repeat it again?"

"It is very necessary. That is, although the other party has no experience in doing this in Clovis City, it is obvious that he has organized such a large-scale assassination. Otherwise, it would not have happened so suddenly that even Anson Bach All defenseless.”

"It is absolutely impossible for someone with such powerful mobility to be an unknown person; the guy who is our enemy is an unprecedentedly powerful opponent."

Ludwig narrowed his eyes slightly: "Even...whether the opponent is a 'human' or not may be a question worth discussing."

……………………

Inner city, where the Imperial Embassy is located.

Bradley Heritage stood in the corner of the study, looking respectfully at the man who was sitting in his usual seat, enjoying cigars and wine, not even daring to take a breath.

As an imperial ambassador and plenipotentiary with royal blood, although he usually does not show off his power on the territory of the Clovis people, he can at least be regarded as respected, and he can watch the rise and fall of this Clovis nest with a cold eye. Change, looking for opportunities to gain benefits for the empire...more accurately, the emperor.

In any case, it is indeed unprecedented for me to serve someone like a waiter like this, which reminds me of my youthful days when I was the Emperor's personal attendant.

The other party is not old... no, even using "young" to describe him is too euphemistic. From the appearance, he looks like a boy who is only eleven or twelve years old: fair and tender skin, dark blue hair, and a pair of eyes that are different from He has ordinary red eyes and a babyish face, like a cute child who will instantly make anyone feel protective.

But this child, who was wearing a priest's robe and a wide-sleeved windbreaker and smoking a cigar, had an expression that was completely opposite to his age; the first thing he said when he saw him was, "You should have been there for a long time." You haven’t returned to your normal routine, have you almost forgotten the scenery at sunrise?”

That tone was a bit like a grandfather lecturing his grandson - people clearly wanted to refute, but in the end they could only agree.

What is even more irrefutable is that this "mature young man" can also talk about things in the forty-seventh year of the Saints calendar and even earlier. Especially when talking about his own life experience, it seems as if he is standing there Watching from the side.

When asking about the other party's specific age, the accompanying imperial knight gave a very ambiguous answer meaningfully:

Leave it to your imagination.

The imperial ambassador didn't understand, but he knew very well that the other party was definitely not someone to be trifled with, otherwise the emperor would not have written in person, urging him never to reject any of the other party's ideas, and to serve this person "as he would serve the emperor himself." An overly mature young man.

"Lord Brandley."

"Uh...here."

The imperial ambassador who heard the summons forced a smile and walked forward bravely: "Lord Machia, is there anything else you need?"

"Nothing, I just finished reading the information you sent me about Anson Bach, and I want to say thank you."

The boy known as "Machia" nodded slightly, and even did not forget to take off the cigar from the corner of his mouth to show respect: "As the imperial ambassador, you have fulfilled your obligations and should be rewarded."

"Reward, reward?"

"I can grant you...well, three wishes." The young man looked at him seriously: "You can do anything, but you can't leave this room. This is the only condition."

"Uh, well..." The timid imperial ambassador forced a smile.

Forget it, anyway, I just want to make him happy, just say a few words.

"Then... my wish is to ask you to reward me with a box of fine cigars... You can probably tell that this is my hobby."

"Snapped--!"

Before the imperial ambassador could react, Machia suddenly snapped his fingers and pointed to his jacket pocket.

Um?

Brandley, who was stunned, quickly reached out and touched it. There was actually a cigarette case inside, but he had never...

"I don't know much about cigars, so what I gave you is the same quality as the box you gave me. I don't know if it will satisfy you." Machia looked at him silently, with a half-smile on his lips:

"Please continue, you have two more wishes."

Looking at the cigarette box that appeared without warning, Brandley's eyes finally changed.

"I...I...I want to be healthy...no, I want a body that will never get sick!" His tone obviously lost its original calmness, and there was still a hint of expectation in his eagerness:

"No matter what happens, I will never be tortured by illness again...well, I can always live a healthy life!"

Regardless of the wish, there was no need to pay any price and no consequences. Brandley decided to take a gamble; even if the other party couldn't do it - which was highly likely to be impossible - he could still make a small fortune. Panic, make this adult happy.

"Snapped--!"

The crisp snap of fingers passed by his ears, and Brandley stayed where he was.

My head, neck, chest, waist, limbs... From top to bottom, my whole body seemed to have changed into a new body. I felt so relaxed as never before. I suddenly looked twenty years younger!

He rushed towards the mirror on the fireplace next to him and stared at himself inside: the dark circles under his eyes were gone, the white hair was gone, and the bloodshot eyes were gone... No wrinkles could be seen on his cheeks, and his body was moving violently. His blood was surging, and he was completely unlike his usual self who would immediately begin to breathe heavily if he moved even slightly.

This, this is, how is it done? !

Bradley looked back at the boy. Machia, who was sitting on the chair, slowly raised his right index finger and said calmly and indifferently:

"And...one last wish."

Bradley was suddenly scared, really scared.

When you really find out that your dreams can come true, the first thing you feel is not excitement and joy, but fear from the bottom of your heart...your life, success, and the limit of your imagination can all be given to you by another person at will. ; Things that are extremely important to you are just a snap of your fingers in the eyes of the other person.

"M-Mr. Machia, you...who are you...?!"

"Who am I? Is this your third wish?" The boy shook his head: "You're just kidding, I'm just an ordinary person. You don't need to be afraid of me, let alone be nervous, because I can't hurt you. of."

"Can't... hurt?"

"I signed a contract with a certain Pope, and promised them that I would not harm anyone unless allowed - or that I would not harm anyone in the first place." Machiya sighed with a wry smile:

"But as long as you sign a contract, you must abide by it: you cannot harm anyone unless you get permission. On the other hand, if they ask, I will eradicate certain objects they want to disappear."

"To be honest, I didn't want to take care of it at first, but... they said this person was related to my old friend."

"Old friend?"

Bradley looked at the boy in front of him carefully.

"It's been a long time ago. The last time I saw him, he was still a follower behind August, but people should never be judged by their appearance." Machiya smiled playfully: "He is the least talented among my friends. One, but bolder than all of us, so... of course I'm going to be curious about who the guy who piqued his interest is."

"But this has nothing to do with you. Well, tell me your last wish so that your dream can come true."

The young man said it seriously, like an old-fashioned gentleman who means what he says.