Release that Witch

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please think twice!" I haven’t seen anyone yet, and the mourning of the City Hall’s general manager has already rang outside the door.

By the time Barov H. Herm went to the desk with a breathless breath, Roland just put down the teacup in his hand. "Think about it? Going to the throne ceremony?"

"No, I mean... announced to all the territories, you will marry a witch as a queen." The boss wiped the sweat on his forehead and sneaked behind the king. "This fact is not right." Ah, kneel!"

After the notice was intended to be given to the City Hall, Roland knew that the news would definitely make waves, so the reaction of the other party did not surprise him. If you want to remove the obstacles, the first thing to be unified is the voice of the city hall.

This decision was made not because of his whim. After the end of the evil month, no Winter City troops will once again enter the fertile plains to remove the devil's last stronghold in Takira. Coupled with spring farming, new construction plans, and trade, it can be said that the entire gray castle will be very busy in the coming year. If you follow the traditional charter, it will last for two or three months from the invitation of the guests to the official coronation, and the wedding will be longer. This is equivalent to disguising the productivity of the kingdom. It is no harm to do it in peacetime. It is obviously not a good choice today.

This year, there has been a rare peace, which will not only inspire the vitality of the people, but also do not need to make a big move.

Most importantly, Roland hopes to complete this commitment earlier.

Of course, as a feudal king who is in power, he can do it by himself. There are too many examples in history, no matter how absurd orders and seemingly impossible requirements can be realized under the ruler's will, not to mention that this is far less exaggerated. However, since the framework of the city hall was built by him, he would not want to dismantle it if he did not need it.

It is much more efficient to use power within the rules than to squander it.

"Why?" Roland knocked on the table and asked deliberately.

"Of course, it is the heir -" Barov hurriedly said, "The witch has no way to give birth. This is something that everyone knows, especially when the war is coming, in case you have three long and two short, other nobles have to I’m so excited, the people can’t help it!” He swallowed. “If you just want to be with Anna, you don’t need to do this at all.”

"Oh? You mean..."

"You just have to marry a woman of a small aristocrat," said the general manager. "She can use it to plug the mouth of everyone, and when she needs to show up, it doesn't matter how you treat her in the future. Layer occlusion, you can do what you want -"

"So Anna can't get this name?" The nightingale suddenly interrupted the other person's words, "just because she is a witch?"

"I don't think Anna will care about these superficial things," Barov coughed twice. "If it is for the sake of stability in the kingdom. If you can't open your mouth, I can send a message."

"You are not her, how do you know that she wouldn't mind? In terms of this relationship, I bet she never wants to see a beggar!"

"But it has nothing to do with feelings, but an inheritor..."

"Enough," Roland said, "Say it, just give the people below a reasonable venting point."

"Xing vent... mouth?" Barov gave a slight glimpse.

"Isn't that the case?" He pretended to be careless. "After defeating the Pope, I captured all of her life. I don't need anyone to inherit this throne. This is why I decided to welcome Anna. Unfortunately, including you." Only a few people know about this. For those who do not understand the magic at all, if they don’t see it, they may not be able to believe it. Because of this, they need a psychological sustenance, or catharsis. The mouth can only appease their uneasiness. Am I right?"

Since the battle with the church in the Windwind Ridge, the city hall executives have more or less known that he has passed a test called the Battle of Soul. The winner wins everything, and the loser loses everything - although it sounds incredible, the emergence of the ancient witch and the existence of the soul transfer adds a lot of credibility to this statement. At the united front meeting, he officially used this reason to persuade Pasha and others, and everyone acquiesced to this statement.

"Yes, that's what I mean," Barov didn't know that he was falling into the trap a little bit. "As long as there is a nominal heir, the voice of opposition will naturally subside."

"So I have an easier way," Roland shrugged. "After attacking Hermes a year ago, I stumbled upon the lover of Gordon Wimbledon, who was pregnant with his blood. ""

"What do you say..." The general manager suddenly rounded his eyes. "You are sure that the child is Wimbledon..."

"Ah, my hair and eyes are gray." He nodded.

"You, why didn't you tell me at the time?"

"If you know it, it will still be a problem for the mother and the child to live now." Roland took the teacup and drank his mouth. "How, a ready-made catharsis is not more convenient than your idea?"

A candidate heir who can never be on the throne can provide sufficient topicality without any threats and can be replaced at any time... Seeing Baroque's flickering eyes, Roland knows that the other party must have thought of this. You don't even need to do anything more, just use the public to disclose such a person to the people, and then recall him to no winter city.

The rest of the masses will be filled out by themselves in the discussion and proliferation.

"If the mother is a servant, the child can only be an illegitimate child. He must be assigned a higher status. Otherwise, it will lead to criticism. Also, this maid must be watched, compared to the nobility. They really control it better..." Barov has already figured it up in his heart.

Roland couldn't help but raise his mouth. The scene in front seemed to have returned three years ago. He had just become the fourth prince of Wimbledon. But at that time, he needed to spend a lot of time to introduce the other person into his own rhythm of thinking. Now, just a few words can be mentioned - as long as it is from his mouth, no one dares to easily question the authenticity, even if it is eternal life. The same is true.

"You have to make a plan, and you have to plan for the throne, and then give it to me." He waved his hand and gestured to go down.

After Barry left, Roland grew a sigh of relief. "I didn't expect you to be angry with Anna."

"Sorry, I can't help it..."

"No, don't apologize, you're doing it right," he couldn't help but look at the night's eyes and found that her look was much calmer than she expected. "Just I thought you would..."

"What will it be? Frowning face, sorrowful?" The night glanced at him. "I still think that you are too late. Of course, if it is not Anna, I will not give up this step."

Reminiscent of the look that she had to disarm when she disappeared two days later, Roland could only think that the changes were related to her and Anna’s appointment.

Although he was very concerned about this issue, he did not ask for an exit.