I Will Be The Crowned King

Before he could finish his last sentence, his remarks had already caused an uproar in the hall.

"Mason Weizler, are you crazy?!"

"I... he... what does this **** want to do?!"

"Let him sit down! Let him sit down!"

There was chaos in the hall, and the frightened congressmen were suddenly disrupted by the rhythm, and they all pointed at Mason Weizler at a loss, yelling, shouting, shouting at the top of their voices...

But no one rushed up to interrupt, or directly used force to shut him up, just staring at the side and yelling.

They didn't dare to do it... Not only because of the thousands of ecumenical believers who were protesting outside the door, but also because the 500-member assembly had been virtually divided.

The Faithful Alliance, the Timber Supply and Demand Committee, the Heating Committee... Although they are still "small groups" formed spontaneously by all walks of life, their interests are already highly tied to the garrison, and they are veritable "inner ghosts".

What if what happened to Mason was revealed to the commander by this group of people, causing the other party to retaliate? The other party doesn't need to do it himself, as long as he is labeled as "colluding with the indigenous pagans", he will die!

Timid and cowardly, selfish and selfish, he was still thinking about how to protect himself even though it was already at the last minute. The atmosphere of unity that had finally gathered together did not hold up for even half an hour... Harold on the podium watched the crowd of demons dancing under the stage. ', his eyes almost desperate.

You actually have to fight to the last moment with the local forces for such a group of bastards?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Smashing the gavel on the rostrum, Harold stared at Mason Weitzler, who was already "surrounded" by angry MPs:

"Let me repeat, Mr. Mason, do you wish to dissolve this council?"

"Exactly!" Facing the almost murderous gaze without flinching, Mason raised his chest and said solemnly: "It turns out that this council is powerless to resist the erosion of the heretics! It is necessary to dissolve the council and restart the Form a council better suited to the needs of Beluga!"

When Ansen Bach forgave himself, he knew very well that unless he was willing to hang his whole family as a heretic, there was no other way out than to betray Harold.

"And I would also solemnly warn my colleagues here that this is our best choice - disbanding and rebuilding on our own, it is better than being rushed into the hall by the protesters outside, killing us clean and rebuilding 10,000 times better. !"

"Whether to be hanged as a member of parliament, or to be dissolved and restarted... I choose the second one, how about you?!"

There was still a one-sided roar and roar in the hall.

"Traitor! Traitor!"

"Protest! Protest!"

The shouting was much smaller than before, and many members chose to sit in their seats without saying a word.

Mason Weizler still sneered indifferently.

He turned around, left his seat, and walked straight to the rostrum along the passage between the seats.

The crowd was still shouting, but apart from the noise, these angry roars did not hinder his actions, and it was almost equivalent to seeing him on the podium.

"bring it on!"

Facing Harold who glared at him, Mason bluntly stood against him: "According to parliamentary tradition, after someone comes up with a proposal, there must be a round of voting."

"Come and vote and see what the result is!"

"come!"

A sonorous and powerful cry, like a drawn sword.

The hall was silent for a moment, and this time no one dared to speak.

To agree is to become a traitor to the parliament and to be spurned by colleagues; to disagree is to be an accomplice of the "infidel killer" in the eyes of the protesters outside, who may be hanged by those who rush in at any time.

The congressmen don't want to be any of them, especially they don't want to be a standout.

Harold looked coldly at the former subordinate who betrayed him. He couldn't understand why the other party took such a big risk to betray him.

But whether it makes sense or not, as the speaker, he must save the current unfavorable situation for the parliament as soon as possible: "There are only 390 members in the parliament now, and for a resolution as important as the dissolution of the parliament, all members must participate in the vote. ."

This doesn't solve the problem at hand, but it's a good way to stall the time... Harold continued: "We can call now to force the remaining one hundred and ten MPs to be present, and then start voting on this proposal. "

"It's not necessary at all!"

As Harold's most loyal follower in the past and the leader of the Beluga Harbor Chamber of Commerce, Mason is all too familiar with this time-drag game:

"According to the past habits of the parliament, ordinary proposals only require at least 100 members to participate; major proposals only need half of them to start voting; there are already 390 members present, which is already an absolute majority; those who did not show up , can be regarded as a waiver!"

"But this time is different!" Harold retorted: "Once this proposal is passed, it means that they will be deprived of their MP status without expressing their position, which is not fair!"

"Then even if they oppose the proposal, that's all right?"

"Of course not - we don't get their own votes, how can we decide for them to agree or disagree?"

"That's why I said, just count them abstaining!"

"How can such an important proposal..."

"boom!"

The crisp sound of the gavel reverberated on the rostrum again, echoing in the dead silent hall.

"If you're going to procrastinate, allow me to remind you again."

Holding the wooden hammer tightly and gnashing his teeth, Mason tried his best to calm down and let himself look directly into Harold's icy gaze: "There are still thousands of people protesting and protesting outside... They are still protesting right now. It's because they're waiting for us to make a decision, because there are soldiers from the Storm Division blocking them."

"If we just drag it on here, or give a few non-painful replies... Do you think the protesting people will agree, or the soldiers of the Storm Division will stick to their orders and won't let them in?"

This was already a threat, and Harold's expression changed slightly.

But before he could wait for him, he would be willing to capture it... Harold noticed the tension in Mason's eyes, and knew that the other party was actually bluffing, and he was not 100% sure.

So as long as I can continue to drag on and avoid the complete dissolution of the parliament, I will find a way to give an explanation, throw out a few unlucky **** to clean up some "traitors" by the way, and find a way to meet Anson Bach in private again. The two sides reached a compromise, and things turned around.

What the other party wants is nothing more than to divide up a piece of cake and the real power of the colonial governor. As long as the boundaries are drawn, it is not that there is no room for compromise... eh?

Harold was suddenly stunned, and looked at the door in astonishment.

Not only him, all the members in the hall couldn't help looking back, staring at the closed door with different expressions.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the shouts of protest outside the door seem to be getting louder and clearer, and some other sounds can even be heard, such as...

"boom--!!!!"

With the loud sound of a battering ram echoing between the vaults, the main door of the parliament hall was directly smashed open.

At this moment, the dumbfounded councilors finally knew what that strange voice was.

That's... the sound of the iron boots of the soldiers stepping.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom--"

The thick sound smashed on the floor of the parliament hall in a uniform manner. The soldiers of the guard company with their guns lined up in two columns over their shoulders. The gloomy bayonet under the muzzle was extremely dazzling under the reflection of the light.

A figure familiar and unfamiliar to everyone present walked into the hall as if no one else was surrounded by soldiers.

He stood calmly in front of the passage leading to the podium, leisurely looking at the faces that were either panicked or dodging desperately.

On the stage, Harold's face was pale at this time, and Fabian's "promise" to him was still echoing in his mind.

Impossible... He doesn't dare to do this... Kill me and the whole Beluga Port will be a mess, and the trade volume booked in this year will not be able to be achieved. He, the garrison commander, will definitely be held accountable... The royal family... He... Beluga Port …I……

Mason, who was standing on the side, was acutely aware that Harold was in a trance, so he rushed to the podium, pushed the opponent away roughly, and raised his arms to shout to the audience:

"Warmly welcome Colonel Anson Bach, Commander of Colonial garrisoning, to the Beluga Harbor Council of Five Hundreds - all stand up and applaud!"

As soon as the voice fell, the members of the assembly stood up from their seats like an instinctive reaction, with their backs to Anson Bach, who was facing the door from the rostrum; the next second, there was applause like rain in the hall.

When they realized that something was not right, it was too late... Two hundred heavily armed guard company soldiers quickly spread out to the passage and to the left and right sides, taking control of the entire hall.

The excited applause immediately became sparse, but under the threat of the soldiers, the congressmen did not dare to stop at all.

It was not until An Sen slowly raised his right hand and signaled to the crowd that the awkward and messy applause finally stopped.

"Lord Commander, what exactly do you want to do?"

Speaker Harold, who had regained his senses, stepped forward, stood on the podium and looked at Anson in front of the gate: "This is the White Whale Harbor Council, according to tradition, you should not even walk into this sacred place with weapons. the halls—not to mention the military.”

As his voice fell, the atmosphere in the hall became a bit more depressing. The congressmen looked at the bayonets dazzling around them and tried their best to keep their composure, and let their weak legs support their trembling bodies, not allowing themselves Directly beached into mud.

Looking at the nervous Harold and Mason on stage, Anson suddenly chuckled: "Yes, you are right."

"If these soldiers who care too much about my personal safety and worry that I will be assassinated again make you nervous, please accept my most sincere apology." Anson deliberately gritted his words:

"Please believe me, I have absolutely no intention of destroying the tradition of the Beluga Harbor Council, let alone threaten everyone with the military; I just have very good news that I am eager to share with you."

"Oh, what's the good news?!" Mason on stage immediately asked eagerly, showing his cooperation.

Harold, who was beside him, immediately glared at him, but the wealthy businessman in Beluga Harbor didn't even bother to look back at him.

Anson also took a half step forward, cleared his throat, and looked around: "After active consultation with Bishop Ripper and many people in Beluga Harbor who are very concerned about my life and safety, I have completely clarified to them what happened today. It's all a misunderstanding!"

"The people who assassinated me and Mason Weizler last night were just a group of helpless heretics who roamed the Teapot Street and the port area of ​​Beluga Harbour, and had nothing to do with the five hundred members of the parliament. "

"Therefore... the people who are protesting outside the Beluga Harbor Parliament have agreed to withdraw the unsubstantiated accusations against you just now, and no longer ask you to take any responsibility for this personal assassination case against me!"

There was silence in the hall at first, and then fierce cheers resounded from every corner, like a stormy sea, rolling up again and again.

Even the cheers were mixed with cries... The congressmen who were sobbing with joy hugged one by one, as if the fear that had been suppressed for 10,000 years was completely released at this moment, and everyone's face was full of luck. down emotions.

Except for Harold ~www.readwn.com~, the speaker with an extremely ugly face firmly held the two ends of the rostrum, supported his shaky body with trembling arms, and stared at Anson's indifferent expression.

"Then what price will the Beluga Harbor Council pay for this 'understanding'?"

Harold's cold words made the cheers in the hall gradually stop, and the congressmen who were still celebrating just now looked at An Sen nervously, as if they were waiting for the trial to come.

"The Beluga Harbor Council does not need to pay any price, because it has nothing to do with you at this time."

An Sen, who looked around, paused for a while, and said solemnly:

"But this incident also exposed many important problems, that is, as an autonomous institution, the Beluga Harbor Council is seriously insufficient in capacity and efficiency in responding to emergencies and urban governance!"

"This is not because of the problems of the members, but because of the huge hidden dangers in the structure of the entire parliament and the way it is managed: unclear powers and responsibilities, low efficiency... As an institution, she can hardly do anything except maintain unity. If you can’t do it, you can only discuss things when you encounter them, and you can’t deal with specific matters at all.”

"Therefore, in response to the voices of the people of Beluga Port, and in order to prevent the tragedy from repeating itself, I hereby urge a thorough clarification of the functions of the parliament, the formation of departments and committees to deal with special matters, and the clarification of each department and committee, and each member and his The rights, responsibilities, and the establishment of the most basic accountability system.”

"I... Colonial Defense Commander Anson Bach, requesting the reorganization of the Beluga Harbor Council!"