MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-v5 Chapter 124 time traveler

Chapter 124 The Man Who Travels Through Time

Still as unaware as last time, obviously the other party did not use any power of blood or power related to magic, but he couldn't detect any breath of little Perigord, or he subconsciously...

Ignore it.

Looking at the other party indifferently, An Sen, who was in a turbulent heart, did not show the slightest strangeness, and remained silent and did not take the other party's words.

But little Perigord 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 get rid of those conservative nobles according to the note Ludwig gave you; these people may really have a little background, but for you now, it is absolutely Not the main enemy; they are alive, you can still win allies like Viscount Bogner with the most old-fashioned stubbornness, and if they are dead, who knows whether the reformers who died of rabbits and foxes will go to find the next one... Anson Bach?"

As persuasive and persuasive as an elder, little Perigord's voice seemed to have some indescribable power, which made Anson subconsciously accept it completely, and even thought it coincided with his own thoughts.

This feeling was so strong that he had to force himself to remain calm and activate the "power" to ensure that he would not lose control of the surrounding situation while confronting little Perigord.

"As for that good friend of yours, Ludwig Franz...I'll bet he understands what I've just said; people like them have an innate sense for politics." Little Perigord even showed a slight sneer on his face:

"Since that's the case, there are two reasons why he asked you to do this... One, of course, is to use your hands to get rid of some unsightly guys, so as to ensure that this ceremony can be carried out without any mistakes."

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

An Sen remained silent, his eyes moved away from the other party, and he turned very naturally to the young man on the stage who seemed to have started to panic because of the dead silence in the hall.

With the blessing of "supernatural powers", he was not worried about ignoring the supreme leader of the Holy See monastery behind him; he continued to pretend that he didn't care about the other party's bewitching expressions and expressions.

Little Perigord curled his lips lightly, like a friend who had been left out in the cold, and deliberately moved closer.

"... Everyone, do you have any objections?!"

The voice of Luther Franz once again broke the stagnant pool in the throne room. The conservative and innovative nobles who were confronting each other coldly seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and their expressions were extremely disturbed.

The plan was not as smooth as originally imagined, and the conservative nobles were obviously not so confident; the reformist MPs, who didn't know what was going on, obviously realized something, and some people began to retreat silently.

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

Sophia nodded slightly. She had already sensed that the atmosphere was a bit abnormal. She glanced coldly at the door of the Throne Hall, and finally realized something—why Ansen took himself to a tavern in the outer city to give a speech to the officers, and fell into a coma. For a day and a night?

Excluding some accidents, is it possible that this **** has some... the possibility that he must use himself to hide from the sight of the people around him, so that he has the opportunity to secretly act alone?

True, a Brigadier General is less conspicuous than the sudden disappearance of the Secretary of State for War.

Ludwig is in charge of guarding the palace... There must be something wrong with these two!

Unable to bear a small cold snort, the girl who tidied up her appearance a little turned her head and cast a reassuring look like Queen Anne who was still nervous.

With the personal guarantee of the most trusted Minister of War, the queen finally stabilized her mind, and before the surrounding cabinet ministers were aware of it, she stepped forward and suddenly walked to the side of the crown prince.

"Everyone... I can see a trace of uneasiness in your eyes, a trace of anxiety about the future of the kingdom and the stable inheritance of the royal family." She gently supported her son's right shoulder, and her tone was full of majesty that cannot be desecrated by the superior:

"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. The world of order today is not like it was in the past fifty years. Years of stability and peace, ancient pacts broken, evil minions of decline protruding 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 so near."

"But...the more critical the situation is, the more we should maintain the hard-won peace and wipe out all the existences 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 come of age, I... Anne Herrad, Carlos Osteria The only legal wife, and mother of the legal heir, will be temporarily regent to preside over the kingdom until then."

"So... can it alleviate the worries in your hearts?"

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed—half of it was shock, and half was anger.

But none of them dared to speak first.

"clever."

Little Perigord suddenly laughed: "If this farce continues as normal, Anne Herrad will probably have to voluntarily give up the power of regency in exchange for the unanimous approval of conservatives and reformers, allowing her son to be normal. Succession; the Franz family and the War Department 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, so that Anne had the confidence to fight to the end, and in turn turned her regency into a means to break the deadlock, as if to prevent others from being difficult to achieve. The opinions, the compromises that were forced to make...it's amazing, it's amazing."

While talking to himself, little Perigord even couldn't help applauding; while Anson, who was silent, had a simple thought at the moment—never let little Perigord and Queen Anne touch each other!

He is very unsure how the other party got in and what he plans to do, but in fact, the analysis just now by Jr. Perigord has revealed some useful information: first of all, he must know something about the plans of the conservatives Secondly, he was able to grasp Ludwig's plan, which proved that the Whitehall Street police also had his eyeliner inside.

The superposition of the two, the answer is ready to come out...

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

As if he had already seen through Anson's thoughts, the little Perigord said lazily: "I came here purely to say goodbye to you and a few old friends, and by the way, let you rest assured after seeing the person, and will not be seen again. Be wary of me going to other places to do things."

"Old friend?" The silent Anson finally spoke.

"Pfft... there's no point in pretending to be stupid." Little Perigord seemed dumbfounded: "Luther Franz... I knew him a long time ago, and he didn't seem to be the archbishop at that time. "

"Really?" An Sen snorted coldly: "That is to say, 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 taking a nap and sitting for ten minutes while waiting for someone may actually be equivalent."

The little Perigord with meaningful eyes did not answer his question, and started to chat about other things: "Of course, this is just my personal opinion, and you must have your own perceptions and experiences; if you have the opportunity, you might as well communicate Let’s talk about each other’s feelings.”

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

"Oh...still pretending to be stupid." Little Perigort pulled the corners of his mouth and sighed helplessly:

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

"There are only two kinds of existence that can detect this kind of trace. The first kind is the apostles, because they are completely incompatible with this world in essence, so they can naturally find this abnormality. The other kind...is the one who has also 'traveled' through time. people."

Moment... Anson's mind suddenly had a momentary blank.

When he regained consciousness, he found that his right hand hidden in his sleeve was tightly holding the blade of the bayonet. The blood mixed with the sweat on his palm had already soaked the cuff.

That was the only reason left, desperately restraining 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 Perigord...What is he trying to do?

Pressing down on the horror in his heart, Anson's brain was spinning rapidly—actively showing his hole cards and revealing other people's secrets.

Staring at little Perigord behind him, Anson had a cold expression: "You mean to say that we are the same kind?"

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

"Jumping timelines, this is a great honor bestowed by the Ring of Order, and an important reason why we are so different from all mortals, including those...evolved; for it is absolutely not without reason...the Ring of Order made this particular decision , necessarily because we are the chosen ones."

"I don't know if you realize how important such an honor is - but I tend to think that you do, otherwise how could a mere army captain who just graduated from the academy create extraordinary miracles time after time ?”

"The only explanation, because this is the will of the ring of order!"

Anson took a deep breath, but he was not nervous, but relaxed.

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

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

If you understand the train of thought from the tone of the other party, Anson can probably understand that the other party thinks that he is a person from another timeline, and unintentionally "crossed" to this timeline. A miracle in the eyes of the world.

Well, actually he's pretty close to the truth, but...

"So, are there many?" Anson deliberately pretended not to be interested, and dodged the other party's gaze with a look of apprehension: "Are there many... of the same kind like us?"

Little Perigord laughed.

"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 path of being an enemy of the Circle of Order."

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

"Could it be that the more you become an enemy of the ring of order, the easier it is to obtain this... honor?"

"If you think about it differently, as long as you can achieve your goal~www.novelbuddy.com~God doesn't care about the position of the person you choose—God's will cannot be guessed by humans. Whether you are pious or not can actually be regarded as a meaningless false proposition .” Little Perigord shook his head indifferently:

"For example, the church...Compared to a religious organization, it is more like a super financial organization, a violent organization, an intelligence spy organization, a monopoly, a large real estate owner...Compared to a king and an emperor, the title of Pope is just another head of some form of social organization."

"If the most devout person can become the Pope, the Church of Order will probably fall apart before the end of the Dark Ages; but since it is not devout enough, why does it have the monopoly power to explain God's will?"

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

"Worthy of being the supreme leader of the monastery, his theological attainments are indeed extraordinary."

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

"If you are too teleological, you will be caught by others... You are already a blasphemy mage, and this weakness will reveal many things." Little Perigord still laughed:

"If I'm not mistaken, your 'field'... should be related to the process of 'taking action' and 'promoting the goal', which is the law involving 'time'."

"As for me... I have already said that the purpose of coming today is just to say hello to you, and there is no other meaning... Hehehe, you are the one who won the contest between us, but you were the one who was the last one when we met. The one who felt the sheriff's uneasiness first."

"Interesting, it's really interesting." Previous chapter table of contents bookmark back to book page