I Will Be The Crowned King

"Long live - long live - long live - . . . "

Shocking cheers exploded in the square of the Osteria Palace, and the crowd waved the Clovis flag in their hands, hugging each other with red faces and crying, leaving tears for the rest of their lives.

The people who were selected as community representatives and came to protest together did not know what the final result would be. Even if there was a Storm Legion on the scene to maintain vigilance, no one could guarantee the scene of the previous mutiny. The **** suppression during the city rebellion will not be repeated; if the king still refuses to accept the appeal, and the Privy Council kills them and refuses to recognize their identities, what will be the final result.

But they still came, and with the expectations of the 300,000 militiamen and the wishes of hundreds of communities in the city, they came to wait outside the Osteria Palace.

They succeeded.

Almost as soon as he finished reading the announcement, the little king was stunned unconscious by the reaction of the crowd in the square. There was a panic at the city gate. The cheers of the people, and the constant attempts to wake them up in various ways were of no avail, and they could only hold on for more than ten minutes before it ended hastily.

But it doesn't matter at all, because the people below don't care about it at all. Hundreds of relieved representatives squeezed through the crowd crying and laughing, anxiously wanting to send the good news to the Shotgun Club and tell those who are still anxious waiting companion.

Several Storm Legion officers who were also members of the "Redheart" organization also found a few carriages for them, but this is actually no longer needed: the cheers of the square have already spread to the surrounding streets, and the people who are still protesting Militiamen rushed to spread the good news of the success to the outer streets. pyrimidine

However, as a city with a population of one million, even this kind of transmission speed is still not fast enough... Especially when various communities are still in a state of blockade, they are confronting the police on Whitehall Street. , It is also impossible to convey the original appearance of the matter to everyone.

In fact, even Ludwig misjudged the situation, thinking that the entire city of Clovis had rioted. In fact, most people didn't know what happened, or as long as it had nothing to do with their daily life, they would They don't care at all; the only ones who are really on top are those who participated in the militia and the community representatives who temporarily gained autonomy.

But even so, the scale has reached 300,000, and the affected groups have spread to the entire city. It seems that the whole city is rioting and protesting, but in fact they don't understand the current situation at all, and they don't intend to speak out. That's the vast majority.

"Immediately think of a way to call the editor-in-chiefs of the various newspapers and ask them to re-edit the speeches announced by His Majesty and the bills of the Citizens' Assembly in words that ordinary people can understand and understand, and send them out as the headlines on the front page!"

Outside the Privy Council, the impatient Sophia found Angelica, and her speech became faster with excitement: "By the way, there are also printing factories and paper factories that need to be contacted— hurry up and print, preferably before this evening Just send out 100,000... no, 300,000 copies!"

"Miss..." The maid interrupted pitifully, reaching out her hand.

"What's wrong?"

"That, that, Angelica doesn't mind helping you contact the editors of the newspaper, but... the city of Clovis is currently being blocked everywhere, and Colonel Fabian just sent someone to notify, saying it's best not to Leaving the Privy Council easily, many over-excited community representatives have already clashed with the Whitehall Street police, and the soldiers of their regiment have to find a way to mediate."

"Besides, even if we find it, given the current chaotic situation in Clovis City, it is impossible to be contacted as easily as usual. Where can we find people who can bring the printed newspapers to various communities in the city and sell them smoothly? "

The little maid became more and more aggrieved as she talked, almost crying.

"That's true..." Sophia frowned slightly, and she finally realized the problem—if she wanted to find a newspaper in the chaotic city of Clovis, she had to immediately publish the news on the front page, and then send the newspaper out successfully , the difficulty is probably quite large.

But if you don't seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and let the town council become the consensus of the entire Clovis City, wouldn't it be a waste of this great opportunity, no matter how you think about it, she feels unwilling.

"As for how to contact the newspaper office and publish the news in the newspaper, I have a small suggestion..."

Slow voices sounded from behind, the girl turned around in astonishment, and subconsciously blurted out:

"Father?!"

"As the Minister of War, does it make you unbelievable to see the archbishop outside the palace?" Archbishop Luther had a faint smile on his face:

"Although the city of Clovis is very chaotic at the moment, the newspaper office of "Morning News" has not been affected in any way because of the shelter of Clovis Cathedral. Emergency should be enough."

"The same is true for the printing factory. Because of the heavy tasks of the Ministry of War, there should be at least enough inventory for more than three months in the inventory, which can be called temporarily. The printing factories on both sides are also protected by the army. There is no need to worry about being unable to start work due to the riots. The problem."

While talking, the archbishop couldn't help but shook his head with a smile: "Sophia, your problem is exactly the opposite of Ludwig's—you believe too much in the power of money, and you always think about how to achieve yourself through bribery and wooing. the goal of."

"Don't forget, you are the Minister of War now! Even if Ludwig took away the power of the Privy Council and completely emptied the royal cabinet, the Ministry of War with hundreds of thousands of troops in its hands will still be at your command, please. Just leave it to them to solve."

Luther Franz's tone was calm, as if he was doing something trivial. pyrimidine

"Thank you." Looking at her father who had become "tolerant and kind" for some reason, and was still very warm to her, Sophia suddenly didn't know what to say: "It's just...why?"

"…Um?"

"Why do you help me?" The girl couldn't help asking: "Ludwig is the heir of the Franz family, shouldn't you..."

Luther Franz smiled: "So you want me to help your brother too?"

"No! I..." Sophia pursed her lips tightly, and suddenly lost her composure: "I, I just think that you always value him more than me, after all..."

"I value each of you, even Roman, you are all my family, and in my eyes you are all my children." The old man shook his head, and moved his eyes to the pretty figure hiding beside him:

"Of course my dear Angelica...I have always considered myself a very lucky person to have two daughters at the same time."

After the words fell, the little maid almost cried out excitedly.

"Of course, from your point of view, you may always feel that I'm obstructing you on purpose. If you really think so, then it's okay—success without an opponent is not enough to call it a victory."

The old man waved his hand: "It's not enough just to print the newspapers, but we still have to find a way to pass them through most of Clovis City and deliver them to every citizen, and let them know that this is a victory. am I right?"

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Sophia, who realized something, couldn't help but widen her eyes: "Could it be that even this you..."

"No, no, dear Sophia, you seem to have misunderstood, I don't have that much ability."

That being said, the meaning conveyed by the old man's expression is not the same; he slowly moved away from a figure behind him with an unspeakable smile: "However, my friend seems to be very connected and can help you solve this trouble. "Pyrimin

While talking and laughing, a guy with a face full of embarrassment, who almost wanted to carve reluctance on his forehead, suddenly appeared.

"It's you?!" Sophia and Angelica said in unison.

"Apprentice Priest Carlin Jacques sends greetings to everyone... It's been a long time, dear Miss Sophia."

The helpless Carlin Jacques still did not forget to salute the two: "It is a great honor to serve you again this time."

Just as she was about to do something, a helper came, but the girl was not at all excited. On the contrary, she instinctively felt that something was wrong with this matter, and faintly realized that her purpose had been used.

But... if it's your father, it shouldn't matter, right?

"Can you really bring the newspaper to the outer city and let the news spread throughout Clovis?" Pyrim

"Of course, if I don't have this ability, how dare I come to your door and ask you for this job."

"…How to do it?"

"You don't need to ask, just prepare the rewards corresponding to the labor." As if thinking of something, the trainee priest sighed:

"Simply put... I know quite a few friends."

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Boleman Strasse, 55.

Hearing the cheers from the mountains and tsunami outside, Karl couldn't help but put down the fork in his hand, turned his head and glanced out the window: "It seems that there is a lot of movement in the Osteria Palace, Ludwig still chose to compromise. "Pyrimin

"Well, probably." Anson smiled lightly: "But it's not enough, the temporary victory must be turned into a real advantage, otherwise Ludwig still has ten thousand ways to make the town council useless .”

"But... this has nothing to do with me, someone will do it."

"Yes, yes, even if Miss Sophia doesn't know anything, she will definitely go according to someone's plan."

Carl rolled his eyes: "But since even she can realize it, wouldn't Major General Ludwig try to stop it?"

"Of course not." Anson shrugged:

"If I'm not mistaken, he will even take the initiative to let the Whitehall Street police open the road, prevent them from having disputes with the community militia, and tacitly allow the news about the town council to spread."

"...Are you imagining him too stupid?"

"On the contrary, Major General Ludwig is an absolutely smart man, and I have always respected him a lot." Anson immediately straightened his face and became more serious, with the words "Don't talk nonsense" as if engraved on his forehead:

"It is this kind of respect that makes me so sure-in his cognitive concept, ordinary people are useless, their ideas are worthless, or even a drag, what they want to accomplish , only a dozen or at most dozens of elites gather together and contribute strength, wisdom and wealth to be able to succeed."

"That's true. After all, he is a rich young master. It's not surprising that he has such thoughts."

The chief of staff picked up the last piece of beef on the dinner plate and ate it: "And I don't think it's a problem to think so, isn't a certain commander-in-chief like this?"

"It should be quite the opposite, right?" Anson smiled and handed over his fork, but was pushed back by Carl in disgust: "I always think that things can only succeed if you follow the ideas of the vast majority of people."

"When I was in Thunderbolt, no one wanted to confront the imperial knights in the castle head-on. The only way to win was to sneak attack on a rainy night."

"When we were in Hantu, everyone's idea was to survive, and when they survived, they wanted to take the opportunity to make a fortune. After making money, they began to think about making meritorious deeds and finishing the establishment."

"As for the colonies... everyone has only one idea, that is, they don't want to obey the voice of the old continent, no matter the empire, Clovis, or the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea; independence, as long as they can be independent, no matter what they do and what price they pay, they are willing. "

"And this time, I just followed the voice of the majority."

"Follow the voice...?" Carl snorted softly:

"The civic assembly seems to be proposed by someone himself, right?"

"Ideas are not important, they are castles in the air~www.readwn.com~ What matters is whether it can meet the demands of the vast majority of people; give them hope, let them see with their own eyes that this thing can be achieved, hope... will become A miracle." Anson's expression gradually became serious:

"So, those who can really understand this are our enemies."

…………Pyrimes

"Is this true?"

In the imperial embassy, ​​even if he heard it from his most trusted confidants, Bradley's face was still extremely shocked: "The Queen Mother and the Privy Council have already passed that bill?"

"It's absolutely true!" The confidant nodded emphatically: "I heard that the group of mobs are rushing to tell the news, and they are rushing to print newspapers, preparing to spread the bad news throughout Clovis City and engulf all the citizens!"

"The royal family compromised with the subjects, the army sided with the mob, and the nobles obediently obeyed... This kind of thing is simply unheard of!"

The pale-faced Bradley shook his head again and again: "The Clovis people are really unreasonable. They are indeed a barbaric and uncivilized country. They have abandoned even the most basic dignity... What about our people? What are they doing?"

"Ah, they have followed the order of the Holy See and are gathering for orders."

"Standby, what are you doing?"

"Create chaos, and... intercept the thugs who spread the news!"

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