I will be crowned king

He was still as unaware as last time. It was clear that the other party did not use any blood power or magic power, but he could not detect any aura of little Périgord, or that he subconsciously...

Ignored.

Anson looked at the other person with an indifferent expression, and his heart was in a state of turmoil. He didn't show any signs of strangeness, and remained silent without taking the other person's words.

However, little Périgord didn't seem to care about this, and even seemed to have been prepared for this situation.

"If I were you, I would definitely not follow the note provided to you by Ludwig and get rid of those conservative nobles; these people may really have some background, but for you now, they are absolutely They are not the main enemy; if they are alive, you can still use these stubborn old stubborns to win over allies like Viscount Bognar, and if they die, who knows if the reformists who are so miserable will run to find the next one... Anson Bach?”

Like an elder who is as persuasive as an elder, little Périgord's voice seems to have some indescribable power, which makes Anson subconsciously accept it and even think it coincides with his own thoughts.

This feeling was so strong that he had to force himself to stay calm and activate his "superpower" to ensure that he would not lose control of the surrounding situation while confronting Little Périgord.

"As for your good friend, Ludwig Franz... I bet he understands everything I just said; people like them have an innate sense of politics." Little Périgord even had a hint of ridicule on his face:

"In this case, there are only two reasons why he asked you to do this... One, of course, is to use your hands to get rid of some annoying guys to ensure that this ceremony can be carried out flawlessly."

"In addition, it can also give him another handle on you; if the alliance between you breaks down one day, just the act of killing nobles will be enough to ruin your reputation in Clovis and create countless more people out of thin air. enemy."

Anson remained silent, looking away from the other person, and naturally turned to the young man on the stage who seemed to be panicking because of the dead silence in the hall.

With the blessing of "superpower", he was not worried about ignoring the supreme leader of the Holy See monastery behind him; he continued to pretend not to care about the other party's bewildering expressions.

Little Périgord curled his lips slightly, like a friend who had been ignored and excluded, and deliberately moved closer.

"...Do you have any objections to this?!"

The words of Luther Franz once again broke the stagnant water in the throne room. The conservative and reformist nobles who were confronting each other coldly seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and looked unusually uneasy.

The plan did not go as smoothly as initially imagined, and the conservative nobles were obviously less confident; and the reformist congressmen who did not know what was going on were obviously aware of something, and some began to retreat silently.

No one can afford the price of the kingdom being divided, but they don't want to lose their lives in vain here.

Sophia nodded slightly. She had long sensed that the atmosphere was a little unusual. She glanced coldly in the direction of the throne room door, and finally vaguely realized something - why Anson would specially take herself to a tavern in the outer city to give a speech to the officers, and it was enough. Was in a coma for a day and a night?

Excluding some accidents, is it possible that this bastard has some...need to use himself to avoid the sight of people around him, giving him the opportunity to act alone in secret?

Yes, a brigadier general is less eye-catching than the suddenly missing War Secretary.

The person in charge of the security of the palace is Ludwig... There is definitely something wrong with these two people!

The girl couldn't help but let out a small cold snort, and the girl who straightened her appearance looked back, casting a reassuring gaze as if Queen Anne was still nervous.

With the personal guarantee of the most trusted minister of war, the queen finally calmed down. Before the cabinet ministers around her were aware of it, she stepped forward and suddenly walked to the side of the crown prince.

"Everyone... I see a trace of uneasiness in your eyes, a trace of uneasiness about the future of the kingdom and the stable inheritance of the royal family." She gently held her son's right shoulder, and her tone was full of the majesty that a superior should not desecrate:

"I understand this very well. After all... our legal king is still underage. It will inevitably make the world of order despise Clovis and behave indifferently... This is a normal worry. Today's world of order is not like it was in the past fifty years. It was so stable and peaceful during the years, the ancient contract was broken, the evil claws of decline protruded from the abyss, peace and prosperity began to become as precious as the clear sky of Clovis City, the haze of turmoil and war has never been as it is now. Close."

"But...the more critical this moment is, the more we should maintain the hard-won peace and eliminate all the things that hinder the stability of the kingdom?"

"So now, I will personally erase your last worries." Taking a deep breath, Queen Anne raised her head slightly: "Considering that the heir has not officially reached adulthood, I...Anne Herid, Carlos Osteria The only legitimate wife and mother of the legitimate heir will be the temporary regent and preside over the kingdom until then.”

"Can this...can alleviate the worries in your hearts?"

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed - half of them were shocked, and half of them were angry.

But none of them dared to speak first.

"clever."

Little Périgord suddenly laughed: "If this farce continues as normal, Anne Herred will most likely have to voluntarily give up the power of regent in order to win the unanimous approval of conservatives and reformists and allow her son to be normal. Succession; the Franz family and the War Ministry will also be forced to return to a position of fair competition with the Privy Council."

"But she probably guessed something, or Sophia's eyes gave her enough hints to give Anne the confidence to fight to the end. In turn, she turned her photoshoot into a means of breaking the deadlock, as if to prevent others from having difficulty achieving it. The opinions, the compromises that were forced... it was remarkable, it was truly remarkable.”

While talking to himself, little Périgord couldn't help but applaud; and the silent Anson's idea at the moment was very simple - he must not let little Périgord and Queen Anne meet!

He is now very unsure of how the other party got in and what he plans to do, but in fact, the analysis just made by young Périgord has revealed some useful information: First of all, he must know something about the conservative plan. Secondly, he was able to grasp Ludwig's plans, proving that he also had spies within the Whitehall Street police.

The two are superimposed, and the answer is ready to come out...

"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble for you...at least not today."

As if he had already seen through Anson's thoughts, little Périgord said lazily: "I came here purely to say goodbye to you and a few old friends. By the way, you can rest assured after seeing the person that I won't come back again." Be careful if I go somewhere else to cause trouble."

"Old friend?" The silent Anson finally spoke.

"Pfft... there's no point in pretending to be stupid." Little Périgord seemed dumbfounded: "Luther Franz... I knew him very early, and he didn't seem to have become the archbishop at that time. "

"Really?" Anson snorted: "In other words, you are guaranteed to be fifty years old this year, right?"

"Time... is a very interesting concept. Sometimes it is almost the same as an illusion; a few hours of napping and ten minutes of sitting around waiting for someone may actually be equivalent."

Little Périgord, who had meaningful eyes, did not answer his question and started talking about something else: "Of course, this is just my personal opinion. You must also have your own insights and experiences; if you have the opportunity, you might as well communicate Share each other’s experiences.”

"I deeply doubt that communication also requires a unified consensus. Is there any common language between you and me?"

"Oh my... I'm still pretending to be stupid." Little Périgord twitched his lips and sighed as if helpless:

"I feel like I am at a disadvantage. I will tell you an important piece of information for free... People who have 'travelled' through time will have traces left by different timelines on their bodies."

"There are only two types of beings who can detect such traces. The first one is the apostles, because they are essentially incompatible with this world, so they can naturally detect this abnormality. The other...is the one who also 'traveled' through time. people."

In an instant... Ansen's mind suddenly went blank.

When he came back to his senses, he found that his right hand hidden in his sleeve was holding the bayonet blade tightly. The blood mixed with the sweat on his palm had soaked the cuff.

It was the only reason left, trying desperately to resist the urge to kill the person behind him.

Calm down, calm down... Think carefully, it is definitely not meaningless for him to deliberately reveal this information... Maurice Périgord... What does he want to do?

Holding down the horror in his heart, Anson's brain was spinning rapidly - taking the initiative to expose trump cards and expose other people's secrets. This was an undisguised threat, with the purpose of disrupting his own position and testing out more information about himself.

Staring at the little Périgord behind him, Anson looked indifferent: "Are you trying to say that we are the same kind of people?"

"I think it might be more appropriate to remove another noun from this title... Yes, we are the same kind." Little Périgord snorted in a playful tone:

"Jumping the timeline is a great privilege given by the Ring of Order. It is an important reason why we are completely different from all ordinary people, including those...evolved people; because this is definitely not without reason...The Ring of Order made this special decision , it must be because we are the chosen ones.”

"I don't know if you realize how significant such an honor is - but I think you do. Otherwise, how could a mere army captain who just graduated from the academy create extraordinary achievements again and again? Miracle?"

"The only explanation is that this is the will of the Ring of Order!"

Anson took a deep breath, not nervously, but relaxed.

He finally vaguely understood: the Maurice Périgord in front of him came to the present from another timeline.

Not only that, he felt like he was in the same situation!

If one understands the train of thought from the other party's tone, Anson can probably understand that the other party thinks that he is a person from another timeline, and inadvertently "travels" to this timeline. Relying on knowledge and rich experience that cannot be mastered by ordinary army captains, he created A miracle in the eyes of the world.

Well, actually he is very close to the truth, but...

"So, are there many?" Anson deliberately pretended not to be interested, and dodged the other party's gaze with an uneasy look on his face: "Are there many... similar people like us?"

Little Périgord smiled.

"The will of the Ring of Order is not an ordinary thing, and it is impossible for ordinary people to obtain such an honor in their lifetime; but according to the information I have, some guys are quite suspicious... so I am happy to make friends with them, even if they On the road to becoming an enemy of the Circle of Order.”

"Yes, the former members of the Society of Truth are actually the most devout believers of the Circle of Order. I think this is quite ironic." Anson deliberately sneered:

"Could it be that the more you are an enemy of the Ring of Order, the easier it will be to obtain this...honor?"

"To put it another way, as long as the goal can be achieved, God does not care about the position of the chosen person - God's will is not something humans can guess, and whether it is pious or not can actually be regarded as a meaningless false proposition." Little Perry Gore shook his head indifferently:

"Just like the church...compared to a religious organization, it is more like a super financial organization, a violent organization, an intelligence espionage organization, a monopoly scholar, a large real estate owner...Compared to a king and an emperor, the title of Pope is just another Just the leader of a form of social organization.”

"If only the most pious people can become the pope, the Church of Order will probably fall apart before the end of the Dark Ages; but if it is not pious enough, why does it have the monopoly power to interpret God's will?"

"Even further...is the most pious person really the one who best understands God's will? Or...it's just the opposite."

"He is worthy of being the supreme leader of the monastery, and his attainments in theology are indeed extraordinary."

Anson finally couldn't help but interrupt: "So what do you want to say?"

"If you are too teleological, others will find your weakness... You are already a blasphemy mage, and this kind of weakness will expose a lot of things." Little Périgord still smiled:

"If I'm not wrong, your 'field'... should be related to the process of 'taking action' and 'advancing goals', which is related to the law of 'time'."

"As for me... I have already said that the purpose of coming here today is just to say hello to you. I don't have any other meaning... Hehehe, it is obvious that you are the winner in the competition between us, but on the contrary, you are the one who wins the most when we meet. The one who felt the Sheriff’s uneasiness first.”

"Interesting, so much fun."