Chapter 1277: Carl Bairn's Panic

Chapter 1277 Carl Bain’s panic

The moment Archduke Bernard finished speaking, no matter what they thought in their hearts, the imperial nobles and knights present all turned around, suppressed their disdainful sneers, and looked either having fun, or worried, or nervous, Or an angry look.

An ancient, solemn and solemn atmosphere is filling the farce-like banquet hall of Xiaolong City Palace, like the orchestral music at the opening of a drama.

The elector system, this empire, more accurately should be the oldest and most unshakable system in the entire world of order, and even the old world. It is the foundation of all rules, laws and even beliefs.

[Anyone who inherits the bloodline of the seven major families and has the status of a knight can be elected by everyone and be crowned emperor]... Ansen silently read in his heart the key materials that the little secretary had compiled for him.

When the dragon knight Herid was crowned by the Church of the Ring of Order, surrounded by his comrades and subordinates, perhaps even he had never thought that he would personally create an empire that would stand for thousands of years and be almost eternal. .

Or maybe everything was prejudged by him, and this system has been passed down to this day unchanged.

No matter which one, the dragon knight Herid succeeded in possessing the power of blood, and the knights born based on this have become the absolute ruling class of the world of order - all knights can be crowned, in other words, they want to become emperors. You must be a knight first.

And no matter how many kinds of bloodline powers were born in the beginning, there are only seven kinds that have been passed down to this day. And the families who control the sources of these seven bloodline powers, unsurprisingly, together constitute the seven most powerful forces in the empire. .

In an era when the Hantu Kingdom was full of barbarians, and there was no trace of the Clovis Kingdom, they represented the pinnacle of the world of order; and the Church of the Ring of Order, which brought the spiritual pillar to the world of order, was the unconditional The legitimacy of the seven major bloodlines is put first, and chivalry is the absolute moral code of the old world.

Such a system, even if it is called "law", is absolutely not exaggerated in the slightest.

And when it really unfolded in front of them, even though they had been mentally prepared for it, the Clovis officers and Hantu knights present were still extremely nervous, or rather... excited.

"This is so exciting." Looking around at the solemn and dignified imperial nobles, Crown Prince Hantu had mixed emotions: "I feel like I am witnessing... no, becoming history!"

"Don't feel it, we are witnessing history, His Highness Leon Francois."

The commander-in-chief of the Signal Flag Corps, Lieutenant General Schlieffen Parshim, added, and the old man touched the gray beard on his face very unnaturally: "The Battle of the Halberd, the triumph of the Dragon City, the election of the emperor... these short What I have experienced in just half a month has been more exciting than what I have experienced in most of my life.”

"However, all of this is just a casual footnote in the life of cousin Anson Bach." Looking at Anson who was chatting and laughing with Archduke Levent, little Leon's eyes were full of reverence:

"Obviously he is just the second son of a small nobleman from the Clovis countryside, but he is able to command tens of thousands of troops and fight against the Holy See, emperors and princes without falling behind. Whenever I mistakenly think that I have finally caught up with my cousin, he can always use the facts to prove it. Prove my innocence.”

The Crown Prince spoke more and more enthusiastically, and raised his voice unconsciously. He did not notice that Count Schlieffen looked at him more and more strangely, as if he saw a fanatical believer who was admiring a miracle, or a famous theater star in Clovis. Crazy pursuit of young nobles.

Hey, what do those children call themselves? It seems to be something...

"Ahem! Compared to the commander-in-chief's outstanding talent, I admire the young and cutting-edge officers around him more."

Count Schlieffen, who was pretending to be emotional, tried to change the subject: "Like Chief of Staff Carl Bain, I heard that he was originally just an army captain in Fort Thunder?"

"That's right." Little Leon nodded in agreement: "When we first met, I didn't even notice his existence. Looking back, it's really embarrassing."

"Don't talk about a military academy cadet, he is not even a noble! A low-level officer from a peasant background, in just a few years, has achieved achievements that even many wealthy families cannot achieve. It is really impressive."

"It is indeed difficult for people of your status and mine to understand." The Crown Prince agreed while looking at the many princes of the empire who were standing among them, wearing red and black military uniforms and gold ribbons, chatting and laughing with Major General Fabian. Chief of Staff:

"It is no exaggeration to say that, apart from the fact that he has not been trained in riding and fighting, and has some...well, the shortcomings of loving to take advantage of small things, Carl Bain is even more worthy of being a knight than many nobles with empty names. name.”

"oh?"

Count Schlieffen raised his brows in feigned surprise: "It sounds like you have had many experiences with these heroes?"

"More than just? Alliances, comrades-in-arms and even opponents, the bond between us has long been so deep that it cannot be described in words." Leon Francois's eyes flashed:

"And all of this starts from a certain forest at the foot of the Dawn Bingfeng Mountain..."

At this moment, a certain chief of staff who did not know that he had become the crown prince and the earl was pretending to be chatting and laughing with Fabian while forcing himself to be calm, paying attention to every move of the people around him from the corner of his eye.

As we all know, the Clovis people have always been more active than the imperial people in respecting the "ancient traditions of the empire". A group of officers who were born in minor aristocrats and were not even aristocrats all tried their best to imitate the rules and etiquette of at least a hundred years ago, for fear that they would His "negligence of etiquette" was embarrassing and even "astonished to his allies."

Of course, this kind of thing has nothing to do with the Chief of General Staff. After spending too long with a boss who always regards etiquette as a stereotype, shame has long since become airless.

What really made him panic was that this interview ceremony... seemed to be different from what someone originally planned!

"I think you are simply over-worrying. How has the Commander-in-Chief's plan ever gone wrong?"

In contrast, Fabian seemed calm and unhurried, or he had long been numb to the point of giving up thinking: "But the execution was perfect...at least the purpose was achieved, wasn't it?"

"Are you talking about taking back Eagle Point City and ending up in a full-scale confrontation with the empire in the vast land, or are you talking about holding on to the colony and being taught jihad?" Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Karl lowered his voice and whispered:

"According to the original plan, we only need to make excuses with the emperor and the imperial princes, and then find a way to take away the young king Nicholas; but we have never made any preparations to interfere in the imperial elections or become witnesses!"

"It's okay, no perfect plan is set in stone."

Fabian remained calm and glanced at Anson Bach, who was talking to Archduke Levent: "As for the specific changes, how could I know if I'm not the Commander-in-Chief? I thought you were already used to it. ?”

"I'm used to it, but I'm still panicking." The corners of Karl's mouth twitched crazily:

"Especially after I vaguely noticed something."

"Oh, what did you notice?"

"I realize that our Commander-in-Chief is probably not planning to use this meeting ceremony to completely destroy the centripetal force that the empire relies on to maintain unity, so that this behemoth can no longer pose any threat to Clovis!"

"..."

Fabian, whose pupils shrank suddenly, was stunned for more than ten seconds. It was not until the dryness in the corners of his eyes that he regained his composure. He was shocked to find that the wine glass in his hand was missing. When he looked again, he saw that Carl Bain had taken it calmly. This prevented the two of them from becoming the center of attention.

"...Thank you." After twitching his throat hard, Fabian's expression was complicated: "I really didn't expect..."

"Don't be nervous, you know you should have gotten used to it." Carl Bain still had the same expression of wanting to complain but trying not to roll his eyes:

"After all, it's not just the enemy who underestimates our Commander-in-Chief."

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"I really don't understand what you mean, Grand Duke Levent. I have always been sincere."

Glancing at the group of southern knights from the empire around him with his peripheral vision, Anson showed a confused smile and just had to carve "I am a good person" on his forehead: "I promised to help you, and I will definitely not break my promise."

"Save your breath, my Lord Clovis." Archduke Levent snorted, obviously not believing it:

"I chose to join forces with you because I believe that you are also a careerist who puts profits first, rather than a good old guy who keeps his promises. That kind of fool is only worthy of eating dirt in the ice and snow of the colony."

"Well, let me confirm that you are not mocking the heir of the respected Archduke Bernard, my dear friend Sir Louis Bernard, right?"

"Don't interrupt me!"

Grand Duke Lewente's face suddenly darkened: "Don't think I can't see that you and the emperor have been harmonious before, and you are clearly trying to stir up trouble! Do you want to play both sides and take advantage of this empire's election to take advantage of the fire?"

"I'm not..."

"No need to quibble!" Archduke Levent directly intercepted:

"It doesn't matter, you can do this, after all, we are all here for this; but at least we are allies now. I don't need you to care about the interests of the Levent family, but at least you shouldn't ruin my plan, right? ?”

"I don't……"

"Even if you have a reason to do this!" Archduke Levent's face turned darker, as if he was suppressing his anger:

"You should at least pretend to cooperate... I know you hate the Herred royal family, and I hate it too, but it is in our mutual interests to let this emperor continue to sit on the throne now. Am I understanding it wrong?"

Grand Duke Levent was very puzzled. After all, not long ago, someone said, "The emperor who satisfies everyone is the real emperor." Why did he suddenly change his mind?

"I'm not, I haven't, you're worrying too much."

Until the other party finally stopped pressing, Anson slowly said: "From the beginning to the end, I...or Clovis's appeal has never changed, there is only one and only one."

"Huh? So what is your request?"

"It's peace."

"..."

The silent Archduke Levent paused for a moment, and then a smile broke out on his pale face - a very ferocious smile.

"In any case, the war between Clovis and the Empire must be terminated. This is a prerequisite." The Clovis governor raised his head slightly and pretended not to see the murderous eyes of the knights of the Southern Empire around him:

"Peace is the foundation of everything. You may not believe it, but I have always been a pacifist."

"Oh, then how do you usually obtain your 'peace'?" Archduke Levent's smile did not diminish, and the more he smiled, the happier he became:

"As far as I understand, you should kill all those who oppose you?"

"Violence is only the last resort. What you know are only extreme cases."

While speaking, Anson's eyes slightly turned behind him, pretending to glance around casually.

Although he was surrounded by the southern knights, he knew very well that at this moment, there must be spies of the emperor and Grand Duke Bernard looking at him; the tens of thousands of Clovis-Hantu coalition forces inside and outside the city were a force they could not ignore anyway.

And he who holds this power is the most important weight in the entire empire election.

Recognizing the abnormality in Anson's expression, Grand Duke Levent's grim smile was obviously eased, but he still pretended to be vigilant: "Then your 'extreme case' can at least have two hands...but I understand what you mean."

What he was most worried about was not that Anson betrayed him, or even joined Grand Duke Bernard's camp, after all, that was still playing around in the rules; what really frightened Grand Duke Levent was that this Clovis ruling lord did not play by the rules, pretended to cooperate, and then took the opportunity to capture the palace and Xiaolong City!

Anson Bach really has this strength now, and he is not without a criminal record - not long ago, someone went to war with the church's crusade army in order to defend the colony.

For this kind of person who plays cards unconventionally and has extraordinary strength, Grand Duke Levent cannot help but be vigilant and even make plans to be a loyal minister of the empire.

"It's okay. You're not the first person to misunderstand me, and you won't be the last one either."

Clovius smiled calmly and said, "Many people think I'm a warmonger, an ambitious person, a traitor... I'll do anything to gain status and benefits, and I'll greedily take everything I can."

"Indeed." Grand Duke Levent nodded in agreement: "So, I guess you're going to say 'but, they all misunderstood you'?"

"No."

"...Hmm?"

"Let them keep their eyes like this and continue to be prejudiced." Anson narrowed his eyes slightly: "The basis for the implementation of a perfect plan is to ensure that the enemy will not see through your thoughts; let them continue to misunderstand, and they will never be able to guess my real plan."

Grand Duke Levent's mouth twitched slightly, and he wanted to say something, but finally chose to remain silent.

Is he Anson Bach's ally, enemy, or...

...a tool to achieve his plan?

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