I will be crowned king

Click——

The moment he finished speaking, the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of his neck.

The girl with scruffy hair and cute pink pajamas was holding a strange-looking rifle, and she was biting a wooden toothbrush at the corner of her mouth that was overflowing with toothpaste.

Because she was not tall enough, the girl stepped on the handrail of the stairs with one foot and the other on the wall. Her short, split legs separated the three royal guards who were crowded in the corridor.

The pupils of the two people following behind suddenly shrank... The girl suddenly appeared like a ghost, and the hand holding the weapon did not react at all, not even a little bit.

This...if the other party was not a threat just now, but a sudden attack...

"Put down the gun, Lisa." The figure at the door made a lazy voice: "These gentlemen don't mean any harm, don't be so rude."

"But -" the girl's voice was aggrieved, but her eyes were vicious: "They want to take Anson away!"

While speaking, her finger rubbed back and forth on the trigger. The Wang family guard who was holding the gun muzzle heard the sound, and his hair stood up all over his body.

"Listen to me, let it go." Anson smiled and shook his head: "Don't do this, Lisa is a good girl, and a good girl will not be rude to guests."

"Anson, don't talk to Lisa like you are a child. Lisa is no longer a child!"

Despite this rebuttal, the girl who stuck out her tongue and made a face still jumped down, hugged the rifle tightly, and stared at the three of them with murderous eyes while moving.

Yes, all three of them had this premonition that the girl in front of them could kill them easily.

After rubbing his messy head, Anson watched the girl walk towards the bathroom, turned back and gave the three of them a wry smile:

"Sorry, she just happened to be in a rebellious phase recently."

The three of them looked at the inexplicably polite chief of the Royal Guards in front of them and really didn't know what to say.

The dead silence lasted for less than a minute. The middle-aged man who had just been pointed at the gun took courage and coughed lightly:

"Well, sir, we are here under His Majesty's order..."

"Ah, I know." Anson smiled and nodded: "You are here to catch me, right."

"That's right." The man relaxed slightly: "As I just said, this is your Majesty's order. Please..."

"When do we leave?"

"..."

There was another strange silence. The three royal guards looked at each other in confusion, and then looked at Anson again with confusion: "My lord."

"Um?"

"Well...we are just here to inform you that His Majesty's order does not include the content of 'you must be arrested'."

"I know, but it seems that you have arrested many members of the Bach family. Why did it become a notice when it came to me?"

"this……"

The three of them were embarrassed on the spot. They couldn't say what you were pretending to be. Are those little characters in the Bach family comparable to you? Let alone you, we didn't touch your brother Christian either!

The instructions of the Queen Mother Regent were very clear, to destroy the National Assembly and to intimidate the traitors; but this traitor was in quotation marks, because the real traitor was most likely to be a loyal minister that the king must rely on.

"What we mean is that today is just a notification, and the formal arrest will not be until tomorrow." The royal guards had to change their words: "Do you understand?"

His meaningful eyes were somewhat aggrieved.

"I totally understand."

Anson smiled and nodded, and then spoke again before the other party could relax: "So when will we set off?"

"..."

"If you don't say anything, I will consider them to have agreed." Anson continued to talk to himself: "In this case, give me a few minutes to clean up, and then leave with them."

"Don't worry, I won't run away or resist, and no one will come forward to stop me. I guarantee that there will never be any threat to your personal safety."

After saying that, without giving the other party time to react, he closed the door with a "Bang——!"

Anson, who was biting his toothbrush, turned around and saw that Christian had walked out of the kitchen. Behind him, Mrs. Bogner was leaning on the door, holding a very aggrieved Lisa in her arms.

"I think it's more appropriate for me to go." Christian took a deep breath and looked calmly: "As you said before, your goal is too big, and it may lead the situation out of control."

"Indeed, but this time...it has to be me."

Anson smiled and shook his head: "It's the royal guards who are here, that is, the Queen Mother wants to arrest someone. The risk is too high."

"I was already aware of risks when I agreed to become the Speaker..."

"They'll kill you."

Anson interrupted him directly: "The Queen Mother has gone crazy. As long as they catch someone, they will not show mercy."

"What about you, are you so sure that she won't dare to touch you?"

"I dare."

"Why?"

"I have a handle on her."

"...Don't you think that as long as you die, she can even make the last person who knows her secret disappear from this world?"

"That's the key. Not only do I have it, but I'm also sure that she wouldn't dare to touch me; but if it were you..." Anson sighed: "I'm not so sure."

Christian stopped talking and sat silently on the sofa, looking at the sun outside the window.

Anson put on his coat and turned to Mrs. Bogner: "Lisa, I'll leave it to you to take care of me.

"I won't promise you that." The old woman rolled her eyes at him: "You can take care of your own family, so what's the point of bothering outsiders?"

Anson smiled faintly.

"If you really care about your sister, come back as soon as possible." Mrs. Bogner stared at his cheek: "I'm learning a southern beef blood sausage recently. When I learn it, help me taste it."

"Okay, I promise you."

Nodding slightly, Anson turned around and was about to leave, but Christian suddenly stood up on the sofa.

"I don't know what happened to you in the years since you left home, Anson." Christian said in a deep voice:

"But remember, you are still a member of the Bach family. You still have a home and family, and you are not just a wanderer."

"Never forget this, Anson, you are still somewhat connected to this world."

The right hand reaching for the doorknob suddenly stopped. After hesitating for a moment, Anson finally turned around and looked at the three people in the house very seriously:

"Don't worry, I'll be right back."

…………………………

From Braiman Street to the police headquarters on Whitehall Street, one usually has to pass through many densely populated neighborhoods; but this time the three royal guards had to choose some quite remote paths, and it took more time than usual to turn left and right. Double the time.

But this is not because they are afraid of being discovered and blocked and beaten by militiamen and representatives of the National Assembly; on the contrary, in a sense, they are the ones who want this result the most.

As long as they are discovered and pretend to be invincible or fail, they can justifiably get rid of a big trouble that is nominally their direct superior.

But Anson disagreed, and the threat he gave was simple - if he didn't do what he said, no one on the carriage would survive.

Sometimes simple and crude threats are surprisingly effective, especially when everyone thinks you can actually do it.

In the car that was sealed on all sides, Anson was leaning on the back seat, drinking the Tirpitz rum he had brought, and also ordered glasses and ice cubes from several royal guards, plus freshly baked grilled sausages. .

God knows how the royal guard who was forced to stop halfway to buy sausages and ice felt like he was facing a powerful enemy.

The vendor selling grilled sausages was also surprised. When did the royal guard, who had always been brutal, become so amiable and easy to talk to? Not only did he give an extra tip when he left, he didn't even ask for change.

But no matter what, there were no accidents along the way - except that Anson thought the grilled sausage was surprisingly delicious, and when he wanted to have another one, he was stopped by a collective protest from all the royal guards.

Under Anson's command, the carriage avoided all major roads and shuttled between alleys very secretly but still able to travel unimpeded.

In the eyes of the royal guards, this is also a threat to Anson: he knows the structure of Clovis City very well, so if one day he does not want to surround but capture the city, it will be easy.

At the same time, the Whitehall Street headquarters, which had received the news in advance, was also facing a powerful enemy.

While Ludwig scolded someone for being unreasonable, he stepped up his efforts to organize nearly a thousand police officers to return to the defense.

Of course, he did not expect to rely on these police to stop the Storm Legion, or the National Assembly and the Clovis City Militia; rather, he blocked the streets, pretending to be rectified, and covering up a wanted criminal who was about to be detained here but had not yet escaped.

"...I'm a little curious, does someone really not feel that his behavior is quite shameless?"

In the prison of the Whitehall Street headquarters, Ludwig, who looked extremely ugly, stared at the guy sent by the royal guards, almost gritting his teeth and said:

"Creating extreme public opinions, deliberately inciting negative emotions, and inducing people who believe in you to behave irrationally seems completely different from what someone calls a 'new world'. Isn't this still the same as creating riots?!"

"On the contrary, everything will be completely different from now on." Anson smiled proudly, even though he was wearing handcuffs and shackles:

"Even if the behavior is the same but the purpose is different, the results will be different; not to mention, no matter how despicable the means are, as long as the purpose can be achieved, any tactic is an excellent tactic - as a genius commander, Lord Ludwig, you should Knows this best.”

"Okay, okay, don't blame me!"

The dark-faced Ludwig was quite impatient: "Tell me, what on earth do you want to do, to eradicate the royal family?!"

"This is at most one of the purposes. The fundamental reason is that the royalist party led by you has always refused to give in." Anson shook his head: "If the situation can be eased a little and everyone can reach cooperation, of course I don't need to use such an extreme method. Come and solve the problem.”

He spoke quite sincerely, and his expression was also very sincere. Every move he made seemed to prove that he was really forced to do nothing, and being caught on his own initiative seemed to be evidence of this.

But Ludwig didn't believe it at all.

"I know what you want to do, and I also know that the royal family is bringing its own fault, but..."

Ludwig held the table with both hands, and the dim light behind him cast a huge shadow in front of him: "The Osterian royal family... is still the best tool to unite Clovis and make the entire world of order recognize Clovis. "

"Elevating them and turning them into decorations and symbols... can solve many, many troubles and buy a lot of time for Clovis' change."

"I completely agree." Anson raised his head and looked into his eyes: "But as long as the royal family is still there, the royalists will not agree to compromise, and there is nothing you can do about it, right?"

"...Don't you think it's because your demands are too much?"

"So what, do the current royalists still have the qualifications to raise conditions?" Anson raised the corner of his mouth:

"So far, there has been no civil war in Clovis, and the army and militia have not gone on a killing spree. The only reason for killing the nobles is that not everyone agrees with it, including me."

"Don't forget, I am also a noble, although of course I am very different from the Franz family. If a beheading platform is erected in Osteria Square and hundreds of thousands of heads are not cut off, those onlookers will He won’t let it go; it will do great harm to Clovis’ national strength.”

"In comparison, just killing the king's family is already a very merciful and cost-effective choice."

Looking at Anson's eloquent words, Ludwig suddenly felt ridiculous: one was obviously the governor responsible for arresting the traitors, and the other was a prisoner who voluntarily surrendered, but they were discussing whether His Majesty the King was dead in the palace like a hawker who was always willing to pay for his money. It's alive.

But this absurdity is extremely real; because both of them understand from the bottom of their hearts that the life and death of the hysterical queen mother and the well-dressed little king are no longer decided by themselves.

"Do you know what you just said made me feel?" Ludwig said coldly: "You are like a prophet, as if you have already seen what will happen in the future after you do this."

"I'm not predicting, I just... thought of a perfect plan."

Anson smiled confidently: "What I'm telling you is just what will definitely happen after the plan is successful."

"So you can guarantee that your plan will definitely succeed?"

“It’s not a guarantee, but it’s already going to happen.”

"That... amazing 'perfect plan', did you expect what would happen if you were thrown into the cell so carelessly?" Ludwig sneered:

"The Queen Mother has received the news and is on her way here; if she finds out that the two of us are actually secretly colluding, she can still rely on the name of the little king to directly control the Southern Army without me, and even give orders to all the armies of the War Department Counterinsurgent.”

"So..." Anson vaguely guessed what he wanted to do.

"We have to do something before she finds out."

As he spoke, Ludwig took out his own gun from his waist, held the barrel of the gun with his backhand, and drew two strokes on his face with the bottom of the handle:

"It hurts a little, please bear with it a little bit."