I Will Be The Crowned King - v5 Chapter 8 conspiracy

In the lively banquet hall, Laura Cecil, who had put on an ordinary beige dress, held a champagne glass, and carefully observed the surrounding guests while pacing by the window.

As a direct member of the Cecil family, if you don't attend such an important occasion, it will definitely arouse suspicion from outsiders, but attending in costume may become the focus of the crowd.

Therefore, the clever Fu Laura chose the safest method, simply dressing up and dressing up, and deliberately entered the banquet scene in advance to avoid the possibility of being suspected and attracting attention to the greatest extent.

Of course, it is impossible for a wealthy girl to have this knowledge, but Clovis cannot stop the booming media industry nowadays. Newspapers and serialization are popular, so that some things that should be covered up in ordinary times have become street corners. A legend passed on.

Yes, Miss Laura Cecil is also a lover, but contrary to a certain detective fanatic, she is more interested in crime-type stories.

Those deep and dark criminal motives, mysterious and mysterious tactics, bold behaviors that break through the existing order, and close interaction between the target and the pursuer...

Every one of them makes Fu Laura, who can only stay at home all day and pretend to be a good girl, can't stop!

Of course, theory belongs to theory. She is strictly guarded by her parents and brothers, of course, she cannot have the opportunity to "practice"; , prepare to witness the moment when the prey drinks poisonous wine, or disappears in plain sight.

She thought that this would reduce the restless restlessness in her heart, but in fact, the more she fantasized, the more intense the restlessness; the more she experienced the false "adventure", the more she yearned for a real crime.

And now, here's the chance...

When Fabien really came as promised, holding the code (half glass of champagne) agreed upon by the two parties in his hand, Fu Laura could even feel the uncontrollable trembling of her delicate body, a power that had been hidden for a long time. His body gushed out, and his hands and feet felt numb.

Trying to restrain her inner excitement, the girl who pretended to be reserved silently walked forward, glanced elsewhere and wrote lightly:

"You... already have a solution?"

"Of course, otherwise how dare you come to the meeting?" Fabian's face was expressionless, and there was a strange light in his indifferent eyes:

"Although the time is short, I still think of a wonderful plan, which should satisfy your wishes, Miss Laura."

"Oh...that's crazy."

The girl swallowed her throat, and her voice was trembling: "Tell me about it, maybe I can comment on it for you."

"There's no need for that." Fabian refused directly: "My plan is perfect, Miss Laura, you just need to implement it obediently."

"It's too unconvincing to even say that I should obey."

"Then you can refuse, in fact, I strongly recommend you to do so."

Fabian said very simply, but his disdainful expression was frantically teasing: "Although the plan is perfect, if there is even a small mistake, it may lead to the eternal death of the two of us; without the unconditional trust of my accomplices, I will not take it lightly. hands-on."

He said it! Friends, there is unconditional trust! It's all the lines that appeared in the book, he really said it!

The girl's heart was screaming wildly, but she still pretended to be cold on the surface, and glanced at him disdainfully:

"Hmph, are you questioning my strength and courage? Well, for the sake of me... trusting you enough, let's just listen to it for now."

"Anyway, if it fails, it's just two souls who fell into **** to be judged. I... have already had such a realization."

Well, this must be a line from somewhere... Fabian twitched the corners of his mouth and turned to shield the girl from his shadow:

"Then please listen clearly, my plan is..."

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Outside the banquet hall, the corridor leading to the vestibule.

The anxious William Cecil paced back and forth, looking frequently at the main entrance of the hall where the guests entered and exited. Hope and disappointment were superimposed on his face.

For his father Tarot and Uncle Francis would suddenly become so enthusiastic about Anson Bach, the young admiral also had his own guesses - nothing more than that the Cecil family wanted to win over each other further, or prepared to curry favor with the Free Confederacy and gain more More interests, strengthen family strength...

For William, who lost his ambition to become the commander-in-chief of the Royal Fleet, these are all meaningless trivial matters, and he will never intervene if he does not intervene.

But in the current situation of Clovis, it seems that there is not much room for him to choose...

"This... Could it be that the noble son of Commodore Tarot, Your Excellency William?"

Just when the young Navy Colonel was in a mess, a voice full of enthusiasm suddenly came towards him from behind.

William looked back, the figure in front of him made him frown slightly: "You are... Baron Christian Bach, the brother of Brigadier General Anson?"

"Exactly!"

Christie reassured her chest and saluted, not at all dissatisfied because she was ignored by the other party, and even smiled very enthusiastically: "It's rare that you can still remember me, a little person who is not worth mentioning, who seems to be close to Anson. It's really not that simple."

"Uh, where's where..." The young navy colonel was stunned, and hurriedly gave a scribbled salute:

"Well, Baron Christian, what are you doing...what are you doing?"

"Me? I'm just an idler, just wandering around, chatting with the officers who came back from the New World and broadening their horizons - like us country folks, it's not often that we have such good opportunities."

Christian chuckled and waved his hand, looking up and down at William, who was clearly written with unease from head to toe: "It's you, why are you alone outside the hall?"

"I...waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone? Are you waiting for Anson?"

"…right."

"Well, it should be a very important thing to think about; then I won't bother you too much, farewell."

The voice fell, and Christian, who saluted again, smiled and turned to leave, walking towards the banquet hall.

"Uh...please, please wait!"

Before he could walk away, William, who was so anxious just now, seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly shouted from behind: "Your Excellency Christian, I need your help!"

"Anson was taken to the secret room by my Uncle Francis to discuss things, but I just got a piece of information that I must tell him as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be very serious!"

"Then... May I ask how I can help you?" Looking at William, who was sweating so anxiously, Christian asked without changing his face:

"For this kind of thing, I can only suggest that you go to the officers of the Storm Legion. You and they are both soldiers, and you have had experience of getting along and working together. How can you be better than a countryman like me?"

"I tried it, but... Deputy Commander Fabien and Chief of Staff Karl are not there, and the remaining officers are either drunk or simply don't believe what I say." William was also helpless:

"It's no exaggeration to say that I'm almost desperate."

"I still answered the same, what can a countryman help you?" Christian asked back: "I'm not a soldier, nor am I talented, and I don't know anything about fighting."

"But you are Anson's older brother, the closest person to him in the world!" William said quickly, "I have seen how he solved the problem with my own eyes, you must be able to do it too!"

"I think you may have some kind of misunderstanding, but it seems that if you don't agree, you won't give up easily." Christian sighed: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"The situation is like this. I met a group of people when I came from the dock, and they were somewhat similar to the gangsters I accidentally encountered in Clovis City before." William said seriously:

"Allow me to explain a little bit, the so-called gang is..."

"I know a little about gangs of robbers in big cities, part-time smuggling and pickpocketing."

Christian waved his hand: "You can continue."

"When I was in Clovis City, I heard that there were also gangsters involved in the riots in Clovis City, and these people had colluded with the old gods, so two sailors were specially sent to follow them to understand the situation. "William nodded:

"As a result, just a few hours ago, one of the sailors suddenly disappeared, and another sailor found them in the pier tavern, connecting with someone suspected of being their boss."

"According to the sailor's statement, although the other party was wearing a thick windbreaker, the hem showed the clothes inside. It was very bright red and black!"

"Red and black..." Christian put his right hand on his chin: "Isn't that the color of the army uniform?"

"I think so too." William agreed: "And the fabric of the army uniform is strictly linked to the rank. It is absolutely impossible for the clothes of ordinary soldiers and even officers to look very bright in a dark tavern. Officers, even officers above brigadier general, are eligible."

"So... the gang from Clovis City, the senior army officer who ran to the North Harbor incognito, conspired privately at the dock..." Christian looked at William:

"What do you think they're going to do—to assassinate Anson, or any other officer of the Storm Legion?"

"This is too difficult, and it doesn't do them any good, and it will cause a lot of trouble if exposed."

The young navy colonel shook his head and read out his guess word by word:

"But...Assassination of the Free Confederation mission, and then framed the blame on Beigang, especially the Cecil family, it's not easy to say..."

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"So, what are you hesitating about?"

In the secret room on the top floor, Viscount Bogner, who was biting a pipe, looked at Anson who was still silent: "This matter is beneficial to you and the entire Storm Legion. Clovis' savior!"

"Failure... Not to mention that it is impossible to fail! Even if you encounter a small setback, the Franz family, the Cecil family, Beigang, and even the more than 300 wealthy families in the Privy Council will owe you a huge amount of money. Human affection; no matter how much you pay, it will help you make a comeback!"

"With the upper-class giants of the entire Clovis City as support, and a tried and loyal army for your command, the so-called enemies are just a group of paper tigers who have been bewitched, have no fighting spirit, and are not fully prepared. It must be a touch away..."

"I only have one question." Anson suddenly raised his hand and stopped Bogner, who wanted to continue Kang's excitement:

"Ludwig Franz... You obviously have someone more suitable than me, why do you still come to me?"

"This, this is of course mainly..."

"In terms of connections, the people of the Franz family are very prestigious within the Whitehall Police, and have a better relationship with the wealthy and wealthy at the top; in terms of military strength, Ludwig should not have been relieved of military power by now, and he has a two-armed force in his hand. A jihadist army of thousands of people; in terms of ability, I don't think I am really stronger than Major General Ludwig."

Facing the warm gazes of the two, An Sen said word by word: "So what is the reason for you to give up such a suitable candidate, and insist on letting me, a person who is likely to be identified as a traitor by the royal family, do this. matter?"

"This, this is of course because you are a friend of Beigang, but also a friend of Viscount Bogner and the Cecil family!"

The mayor of Beigang came first: "Since we are friends, of course we have the obligation to clear up your injustices - become a hero to save Clovis, and no one will be able to question your loyalty!"

This kind of answer that made people realize it suddenly, Anson ignored it, but stared at Bogner intently, waiting for the other party's answer.

Looking at those unwilling eyes, Viscount Bogner suddenly fell silent.

After half a minute, he sighed helplessly: "I haven't seen you for more than two years... If it's you two years ago, you won't be so stubborn to ask others to tell the truth."

"Because there is a price to pay for letting others tell the truth." Anson nodded in agreement:

"Now me, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com should be able to bear that price."

The mayor of Beigang twitched his throat and silently got up from the fireplace and left.

"If you want me to say, Anson Bach, you are a smart person. The characteristic of a smart person is that you don't need others to speak too clearly, and you can understand what the other person is thinking." Bogner said intently:

"I can guarantee 100% that you know exactly what I'm about to say, but it's somewhat inhumane if you have to tell us everything."

"Impersonal... It's better than cooperation without sincerity." An Sen smiled:

"Since you want me to be considerate of you, you might as well do this. I'll make a random guess. You just need to say yes or no - you are going to pull me to organize a coup d'état."

"Congratulations, you guessed it right." Bogner was expressionless:

"We're going to organize a coup to overthrow or overthrow the Austerian royal family!"