Chapter 1275 Has He Finished?

If the previous shouts of Commander-in-Chief Arthur Herred were those of infantry artillery, then the power of Joseph Herred’s words was tantamount to the sixty-four-pound coastal defense artillery, completely destroying the hearts of everyone present. Line of defense.

"What, Your Majesty, what exactly is he going to..."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Hered royal family, thousands of years of tradition..."

Chaotic exclamations gradually spread, and the imperial nobles who could not hold back no longer had any dignity and calmness as before. They were either dumbfounded, frightened or uneasy, or their eyes were confused and muttering to themselves as if they had been cursed. .

Yes, the nobles of the Principality of Xiaolong have abandoned the emperor; yes, the knights and grand dukes in the north and south are no longer loyal. Everyone is thinking about a suitable partner, looking for suitable allies, and seeking new allies. The emperor groveled...

But not in this form!

What is the current situation? Joseph Herred is still the emperor, but his legitimacy has only been questioned, not completely eliminated, and everyone has not really discussed a truly suitable candidate. So suddenly they want to start selecting a new emperor?

Doesn't the person who jumps out to run for office at this time look like a despicable villain who is waiting for an opportunity to rebel and deliberately leads all this?

How many people's loyalty can such a crowned emperor win?

"Wait!"

Amidst the exclamations, Archduke Roland, whose beard and eyebrows were all gray, squeezed past the nobles beside him and came to the edge of the red carpet: "Your Majesty, this is not in line with the tradition of the empire!"

"Oh, tradition?"

Joseph Heritage wrote without even glancing, very lightly.

"Following thousands of years of tradition, the election of a new emperor must have the presence of the orthodox bloodline heirs of the Seven Knights!" Grand Duke Roland said loudly and waved his hand with great momentum:

"The three Grand Dukes are not here right now. Even if there is an election, we should wait for them to arrive before discussing it!"

This speech of respecting tradition immediately won the approval of many northern nobles. There was a sparse response and applause in the banquet hall, and the situation seemed to be finally under control.

Well, that's absolutely impossible.

Anson, who was still standing in place, continued to appreciate the emperor's performance... The other party took the initiative to muddy the water, and it was certainly impossible to just cause a short-term commotion; Joseph Herred would never give up until he achieved his true purpose.

In any case, even if the other three Grand Dukes are not around, immediately electing a new emperor would be detrimental to Joseph Herred; his willingness to do so cannot be just to disgust Archduke Bernard who is about to succeed, right?

"As expected of the elderly Grand Duke Roland, tradition... eh."

His words were full of respect, but Joseph Herred's expression was extremely disdainful: "Then, am I still the emperor of the empire?"

"Of course..."

"Then, may I ask, among the ancient traditions that have been passed down by the empire for thousands of years, which one stipulates that the emperor cannot hold an election, and that the new emperor must be elected in the presence of all the grand dukes?!"

"this……"

Grand Duke Roland, who was full of momentum just now, suddenly became speechless when faced with the emperor's questioning.

Yes, in theory, as long as he is a legitimate emperor, no one can restrict any of his power; and no one can prevent an emperor from actively requesting election and giving up the throne to other legitimate electees.

What's more...who would give up the crown to someone else if he ascended to the throne legally through conventional procedures? !

This is equivalent to Joseph Hered having a dual-system BUG: because he is the emperor, he can theoretically issue any order; there has never been any law that stipulates that the election of a new emperor must be after the old emperor has passed away or been forcibly removed. under the premise.

But what's the benefit of doing this?

Looking at the majestic Joseph Herred on the throne, and the Queen Mother Anne Herrider's faintly proud smile beside him, Anson felt a little puzzled.

The Hered royal family is 100% unwilling to give in, but even if they take the initiative to announce the election, it is 100% impossible for Joseph Hered to win with his current prestige. At best, it will muddy the waters and disrupt Archduke Roland and Bell. It's just a matter of following the rhythm of the nobles in the northern part of the empire, such as the Grand Duke.

Unless you hold the trump card that kills you with one blow, it's meaningless...

"It seems that the beloved Archduke Roland is no longer prepared to speak. Who else wants to stand up?" Joseph Heritage said solemnly:

"As your emperor, I am happy to discuss the ancient traditions of the empire with you... The feast is still going on, and we have plenty of time, enough to elect a new emperor."

There was a lot of discussion in the hall, and it was easy for anyone to hear the emperor's questions and the anger caused by being abandoned by everyone.

As if he suddenly realized something, the speechless Archduke Roland suddenly turned around and looked at Archduke Levent, who had just been refuted by the emperor.

"Ah, I agree!"

Archduke Levent suddenly raised his voice. At this time, there was no trace of embarrassment on his face. Instead, he raised his wine glass as if "gloating" and shook it leisurely behind him:

"Now that things have come to this point, let's elect the emperor together - boys from the south, who do you choose?!"

"Le-wen-te-!!!!"

The Southern knights present all raised their glasses and responded to the Grand Duke with the same gloating cheers; they might not care who the last emperor was, but as long as they could see the Yankees being defeated, they would never look back.

Bernard Morvis in the crowd looked extremely ugly, his eyes kept wandering between the two Grand Dukes Bernard and Roland, not knowing what to do.

Never expected that Grand Duke Levent would choose to defect and form an alliance with the emperor, singing the same tune and playing a double act!

He, he really thought that by doing this, Joseph Hered would forgive him for not saving his life? !

Of course it was impossible, Levent knew it all too well... Anson said in his heart, at this moment, he really saw the general picture of this internal conflict in the empire, and the seemingly inexplicable but actually forced choices of all parties.

Didn't Grand Duke Levent know that he would definitely not be forgiven by the emperor? Of course he knew, just like he knew that Bernard, Grand Duke Roland and other northerners also regarded him as a discarded pawn, and no matter which side he chose, he would end up being killed by the running dog.

It is precisely because he understands this that he is so strong and even dares to directly threaten to kill Bernard Morvis in order to contact himself. After all, when everything is settled, the other Grand Dukes and the new emperor will not let him go, so it is better to take a gamble now.

And I have given him a great new choice.

Looking at Grand Duke Levent, who was gloating over the misfortune of others, Anson missed Louis Bernard in the Free Confederation more and more. Honest people are indeed the most scarce resource in the world.

Grand Duke Roland obviously realized this, and his unbelievable eyes gradually became cold, and he glanced at Anson Bach who was still standing there.

That's right, he, the... ruling lord of Clovis, is the real variable.

"Very good, it seems that we have reached a consensus, no matter what the reason is..."

Joseph Hered snorted again, and turned his eyes back to the figure he absolutely didn't want to see: "But before that, as the host of the banquet, we should still seek the opinions of the most distinguished and important guests on the scene."

After the voice fell, the sound in the hall stopped abruptly.

"Anson... Bach." The emperor narrowed his eyes with a long tail tone: "It's a pity that the banquet specially prepared for you seems to have to end just as it started."

"Ah no no no, your majesty, you are too polite."

Faced with Joseph Hered's knowing question, Anson decided to cooperate with his performance and see what his majesty's subsequent plans are: "But if the banquet is over, should we outsiders also leave?"

"After all, there are still 150,000 Clovis and Hantu troops waiting outside the city. If I and a group of officers don't return, it's hard to say what will happen."

This is an undisguised threat-if you want to break the agreement and make trouble, don't blame me for turning my face; half of Clovis and Hantu's coalition forces are in the city and half are outside the city. It is not difficult to take Xiaolong City.

The faces of the imperial nobles in the banquet hall changed slightly, as if they finally remembered the reason for the banquet, which was that this "rebel" of Clovis was defeated openly at the Long Halberd River...

"Those brave and fearless soldiers, they can wait."

Joseph Hered said lightly: "At any time, Xiaolong City will always warmly entertain her guests. Even if my subjects will no longer recognize me as their emperor, as the master of this city, I can still promise this."

"I mean, although the banquet is over, I need to entrust you with an important mission."

"Oh?" An, who pretended not to understand, Sen blinked: "What mission?"

"You are my guest, Mr. Anson Bach, and according to the ancient tradition... a witness is needed to elect an emperor."

Joseph Hered's voice suddenly rose: "Originally, His Majesty Nicholas Osteria was the best candidate, but unfortunately, His Majesty is my nephew by blood. To avoid suspicion, I cannot do such an obvious bias towards myself, so..."

"...My respected guest, the commander of the coalition forces of Clovis and Hantu, are you willing to accept this mission?!"

His words were like a pause before the end, instantly attracting all the attention present.

Let a Clovis traitor who defeated the imperial emperor's army head-on become a witness to the election of a new emperor?

The imperial nobles present felt that their souls were boiling. It was crazy enough to be interfered with by outsiders in the internal affairs of the empire, but the witness of the new emperor was actually such a guy... who was absolutely not in line with the tradition of knights? !

But on the other hand, if we don't do this, should we let these guys act in Xiaolong City and be lured to stand in the team by any party, and truly influence the selection of the future emperor of the empire? !

While the nobles of the empire were extremely entangled, Anson was also caught in a dilemma.

Joseph Hered obviously wanted to minimize the influence of the coalition forces, but doing so was obviously not in Clovis's interest and would also cause a rift between him and the Grand Duke of the Empire.

But if he didn't agree, the little king and the queen mother would be in the hands of the other party, and his ambition would be too obvious. If he tried to interfere in the internal affairs of the empire, even an unpopular guy like Grand Duke Levent would not accept his "infamous" self.

Seeing Anson fall into silence, Queen Mother Anne Hered on the high platform couldn't help but smile smugly.

"Sir Anson Bach." Joseph Hered said in a deep voice: "I'm waiting for your reply."

"The whole empire is waiting for your reply."

The atmosphere gradually became depressing.

Half a minute, one minute, two minutes... It seemed like a century of silence. Anson, who remained calm, suddenly raised his head, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.

"About this matter, Your Majesty..." Anson's expression gradually became formal: "I would like to ask my clerk to answer on my behalf."

"...Hmm?"

"What?"

"...Huh?!"

The young clerk Alan Dawn in the crowd widened his eyes and was completely stunned; if Fabian next to him hadn't been quick, the wine glass in his hand would have almost hit his boots.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the dumbfounded little clerk came out little by little from the side, tremblingly looking at the emperor on the podium, and then looking at Anson behind him: "My lord, I..."

"Don't be nervous." Patting his shoulder gently, Anson lowered his voice and said: "It's very simple, just follow your usual practice."

"............Yes."

As if he had gained endless power in an instant, the little clerk turned around and saluted Joseph Hered on the podium elegantly and calmly: "My respected Majesty, I am grateful for your infinite grace. Please allow me to answer your questions directly on behalf of my master."

"For your request, my master and I should naturally be full of respect, sincere and without any falsehood. Reply, in fact, I can say that we absolutely hope that while answering you, especially after fully considering all relevant factors, we should try our best to make you get a full and absolutely unambiguous result in spirit, and at the same time, we will not have any unhappiness or dissatisfaction. "

"So please forgive my frankness. After sufficient and careful consideration, although this answer may not give you enough pleasure, it may even cause uneasiness and a certain degree of negative impact on a certain metaphysical level. "

"But I still want to be completely open and make sure that when you review my answer, you can fully and thoroughly understand the answer to this question without any misunderstanding! "

...Dead silence, absolute dead silence.

After a long silence, Queen Mother Anne Hered on the stage frowned slightly, raised her hand uncertainly, and tried several times before finally pointing at the young clerk and saying:

"Sorry, is he... done?"