I Will Be The Crowned King

Clovis City, Inner City, Royal Palace of Austeria.

midnight.

The drenched Archbishop Luther Franz stood in front of the door of the living room, rejecting the suggestion of the court administrator behind him to prepare clean clothes for him. His tired face was colder than the rain on his body.

A few minutes later, a man with only a silk robe on his upper body pushed open the door: he has light yellow curly hair, sharp eyes with a little panic, and a deliberately drawn beard, which makes this man. Zhang Junlang's face and strong body are a little more mature.

Without the other person speaking, Luther Franz knew exactly who this face he had seen countless times in the past twenty years belonged to.

Carlos Austeria, the king of the Clovis Kingdom, is also the "lucky man" Carlos II in the population of the Empire.

He lost his father in the early years but inherited the throne smoothly. He lost the battlefield but defended Beigang in the "Four Kingdoms Intervention". After several wars, the domestic economy was prosperous, creating what countless chambers of commerce call the "Clowe Miracle".

In his adult years, Clovis built the world's first railway, opened up colonies, expanded the size of the capital, built a new palace, and thoroughly popularized basic education...

He himself is much "inferior", but he awakened the power of blood at the age of four, and refreshed the age record of talents in the entire world of order. In addition, he married the youngest sister of the previous generation of emperors, who was only 30 years old. He ruled the increasingly powerful Kingdom of Clovis for 18 years...

In the eyes of the Empire—or the whole world, His Majesty Carlos is simply out of luck. He is definitely the blessing of the "Ring of Order", or the kind of his own son.

But only those who have experienced it will understand that things are not as simple as they seem...

"How could this happen?!"

The stunned Carlos II blurted out and shouted angrily: "Who did it?!"

"It doesn't matter who did it, Your Majesty."

Luther Franz reached out and wiped the rain off his collar, and said lightly: "The important thing is that you immediately order that the guards outside the palace be dispatched to clear St. Isaac's College."

"In addition to the guests of the banquet, there are hundreds of teachers and students there, as well as the research results accumulated over hundreds of years since the 'Qiuzhen Sect'!"

"I have given the order to the commander of the guard outside the palace - when the chief told me that you would not even change your clothes when you came in, I already knew the seriousness of the matter." Carlos II said solemnly:

"Don't worry, the four infantry regiments will move in batches. The commander told me that the leading troops will arrive within 30 minutes; sit down first, Lord Archbishop, even if we continue to stand, it won't help, won't it?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Luther Franz nodded slightly and sat calmly on the sofa opposite Carlos.

"So who did it?!"

Almost as soon as the Archbishop took his seat, Carlos couldn't wait to say: "The bishop of the Clovis Kingdom, the ambassador of the Elf Kingdom, and nearly a hundred important figures of the kingdom, the church college in the inner city was besieged by thousands of thugs!"

"Is it the Old God faction, or is it a chess piece buried by the imperial people in the capital?!"

"I'm sorry, please forgive my eagerness and gaffe, but now I really want to know who has the courage and power to do such a crazy thing?!"

"I understand your anger, Your Majesty." Luther Franz expressed his understanding, resting his elbows on the armrest and crossing his fingers:

"Wait until tomorrow morning, and you can publicly declare that this is a conspiracy of the Old Gods—and you should."

"Then there was a turmoil in the capital, and then we declared war on the Elven Kingdom of Iser?!" The excited Carlos asked angrily.

"If you are still planning to sit on the throne." Luther Franz watched him calmly:

"I am not advising you from the archbishop, but from your friends—with the help of the empire, the Iser elves have established an army of nearly fifty thousand, and the death of the elves ambassador has given them a great Good excuse."

"To beg for peace at this point is self-disgrace."

"Put yourself down..." Carlos murmured in a low voice:

"Who exactly has the courage?"

"Old God School, Your Majesty." Luther Franz said calmly.

"Yes, we all know that this was done by the old gods, it must be them, it must be them!" Carlos, who gritted his teeth, sighed:

"But...who is it?"

Looking at the persistent king, Luther Franz fell into silence.

Carlos Austeria... His Majesty the King is really too naive sometimes. He doesn't understand that once he speaks, he will fall behind the excuse of the church interfering in the kingdom's internal affairs, and it will only be more detrimental to him tomorrow.

In contrast, the head of a certain storm regiment seemed to be too smart, he was very firm about what he should do and what he should say, and he never crossed the line easily.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Archbishop Luther decided to remind the king a little.

"Your Majesty, I was protected by a judge and came directly from St. Isaac's College surrounded by thugs." Luther Franz said calmly:

"There are my subordinates, friends, and my daughter in that banquet hall. My mood to solve this matter is no worse than yours."

"But instead of going to the closer guard station, I came to you directly... Your Majesty, do you understand why?"

Why?

Carlos didn't speak, and the sharply shrunk pupils had already indicated his mood.

"Thousands of thugs appeared at St. Isaac's College - even on a rainy day, it is impossible to remain silent." Luther Franz looked at the king silently:

"Why haven't the Guards received even a single message?"

"Why can they be gathered so smoothly and have not been discovered yet?"

"Why are thousands of thugs able to unhindered, even in a dark rainy day, such a 'coincidence' to appear outside the gate of St. Isaac's College?"

"why……"

One question after another made Carlos fall into an inexplicable panic, and his breathing almost stopped.

He didn't even want to, and didn't dare to continue to think about Luther Franz's question.

Cold sweat slipped from his neck, and the awakened Carlos immediately held his neck. When he saw that the liquid on his trembling palm was transparent, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Guard... is the legion directly under the royal family, and the last army not under the jurisdiction of the Privy Council." Slowly putting down his right hand, Carlos gasped in a low voice:

"Do you think I should hand them over to the Privy Council to re-establish a new 'Security Army'... Archbishop?"

The king's voice trembled slightly, with a hint of pleading.

"That would be a very brave choice." Luther Franz comforted softly:

"Just as brave as Brandon II, your ancestor, who obeyed St. Isaac's will and negotiated peace with the church!"

………………

"boom--!!!!"

The golden-red firelight lit up St. Isaac's College, which was shrouded in torrential rain, reflecting countless faces full of tyranny and excitement, rushing toward the only light in the darkness like a tide.

The guards, who did not expect that thousands of thugs would attack, after a little bit of decent resistance, the thin line of defense collapsed in front of ten times more thugs, and quickly "turned" into the castle. Enter".

The very few soldiers who stayed in place were quickly engulfed by the "tide" holding torches and crude weapons, and disappeared into the rainstorm without a sound.

Inquisitor Lawrence Bernat led a dozen brave guests, plus some students and teachers in the castle to resist stubbornly in the castle; although it was still unable to prevent more and more thugs from rushing into the castle, it still remained. The impact of the "tide" was contained, and the frontal resistance of the thugs was barely repelled.

Unlike most of the church colleges born after the first year of the Saint Calendar, St. Isaac's College has historically been one of the largest sects of the Church of Order. attack.

Fifty-three years after the end of the sectarian split, the academy still retains "certain traditions" - except for the castle, which can be called a historical relic, in many "usage rooms", there are still a considerable number of rifles preserved and various emergency weapons.

In the dark rainstorm, the howling thugs desperately smashed the glass windows and doors with torches and crude weapons, and launched an attack into the castle desperately.

The guards, whose morale had completely dropped to the freezing point, and the guests who were also trembling, relied on the narrow corridor in the castle and fired round after round of messy platoons of guns.

In less than half an hour, the corridors filled with damp and **** smell were already full of corpses.

As time went by, the pressure of everyone in the castle not only did not decrease, but instead continued to increase - more and more thugs rushed into the academy; a steady stream of people rushed toward the only light that was still on.

After realizing this problem, Lawrence immediately used his flintlock axe to blow up the crystal chandelier in the banquet hall. While causing a commotion and screaming, he finally curbed the continuous flow of people outside.

"boom!"

The roar sounded, and dozens of lead bullets rushed into the roaring crowd from the flames spewing from the muzzle of the flintlock axe, exploding large swaths of blood in the shrill screams; originally used to target spellcasters and mutant monsters A formidable weapon, unleashing the power of a six-pounder in a narrow corridor.

Between the splashing and dancing flesh and blood, the crowded thugs continued to pour into the corridor as if they didn't hear the gunshots and didn't see the tragic state of their companions.

"We can't stop them for long!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lawrence Bernat loaded the last buckshot and propellant into the chamber of the flintlock axe, and aimed the dark muzzle at the believers of the Ring of Order that he swore to protect.

And just behind him, in the banquet hall that was only half scorched, at least two spellcasters from the Old God Sect sat there unharmed, enjoying their protection.

This all-round "dislocation" made Lawrence feel a bitter sense of absurdity in his heart.

"We don't have to block them for long!"

Anson, who rushed down the stairs, picked up an old-fashioned musket, and alternately opened fire with Lisa at the crowd in the dark, covering the nobles who called themselves "Sharpshooters", which took a minute to reload.

He actually wanted the Borne rifle in Lisa's hand, but no matter how many cake girls were promised, he wouldn't exchange it for him - it was all to blame for the little maid named Angelica, who gave her too much cake !

"Don't worry, everything is in my plan!"

The voice fell, the old-fashioned musket made a dull sound in his hand, and a thug who was rushing to the door was shot through the head by a lead bullet.

The headless corpse dragging a pool of minced meat rushed to the front door by inertia, causing a burst of exclamations in the "column" of frightened gentlemen and nobles.

A middle-aged gentleman who forced himself to be calm glanced at the corpse on the ground, then looked back at the musket in his hand: "Good marksmanship, as expected of the commander of the security forces hired by the church!"

Anson, who was loading ammunition, twitched the corners of his mouth. He was actually aiming at the chest of another person next to him... This old-fashioned musket is too unreliable!

"It's all planned..."

Lawrence, who murmured in a low voice, frowned and pointed his revolver at the crowd in the dark; he still didn't understand why this person always looked so confident.

But Anson got it.

At first, because of Professor Mace Hornard's words, and the death of the Elf ambassador Maurice, he was so overwhelmed that he attributed a lot of what happened to some "interlocking conspiracy", but in fact it's not true.

The fact that the Black Mage appeared unsuspecting at tonight's banquet wasn't because it was all in his plan; on the contrary, he already knew what was going to happen, so he wasn't worried at all.

So if I hadn't told Bron about the elf ambassador, if it hadn't been for this series of coincidences... what would have happened tonight?

Thousands of thugs showed up at St Isaac's College on a dark and rainy day and were not stopped or even detected?

How did they do that?

Who did it for them? !

Lawrence Bernat suddenly realized something and looked up at the gate in astonishment; in that dark rain curtain, there was the sound of waves~www.readwn.com~ But Clovis City is an inland city , it is impossible to hear the sound of the waves.

Soon, not only he, but the entire hall and even the entire St. Isaac's College, everyone heard; in the heavy rain, the thugs looked around in horror and saw nothing.

But they heard it.

"All those involved in the riots, hand over your leaders, release all the hostages, lay down their weapons and stand in place, waiting to be disposed of!"

"Those who dare to continue to resist will be executed on the spot!"

Almost immediately after the general warning sound, there was a thunderous sound under the sky on the rainy night; dozens of red meteors whizzed toward the castle.

"Everyone - get down!"

An Sen, who had no time to think, threw away the musket in his hand, hugged Lisa beside him, turned and rushed towards the banquet hall behind him:

"The artillery fire is coming!"