Release that Witch - Chapter 1030

[Chapter 1010 Catharsis]

“Your Majesty…Your Majesty, please think twice!” Before seeing him, the wail of the city hall chief had already sounded outside the door.

It wasn’t until Barov Hemon ran to the desk out of breath that Roland put down the teacup in his hand in a leisurely manner, “What are you thinking about? Is it the enthronement ceremony?”

“No, I mean…announce to all the territories that you will marry a witch as queen.” While wiping the sweat from his brow, the old manager sneaked a glance behind the king, “This matter is really inappropriate. Ah, Your Majesty!”

After submitting the announcement to the city hall, Roland knew that the news would definitely cause waves, so the other party’s reaction was not beyond his expectations—if he wanted to eliminate obstacles, the first thing to unify was the voice of the city hall.

This decision was not made on a whim. After the evil month is over, the Neverwinter army will enter the Fertile Plain again to eradicate the devil’s last stronghold in Taquila.

Coupled with spring plowing, new construction plans, and trade, it can be said that the entire Graycastle will be very busy in the coming year.

According to the traditional regulations to ascend the throne, from inviting guests to the official coronation, it will take about two or three months, even longer if the wedding is included.

This is tantamount to lowering the kingdom’s productivity in disguise. It’s okay to hold a game in peacetime, but it’s obviously not a good choice now.

But this winter has seen a rare tranquility. This move can stimulate the vitality of the people in the territory, and it doesn’t need to go to war.

Most importantly, Roland hopes to fulfill this promise earlier.

Of course, as a powerful feudal king, he can achieve this on his own.

There are too many examples in history, no matter how absurd orders and seemingly impossible requirements, can become reality under the ruler’s will, not to mention that this matter is far less exaggerated.

However, since the frame of the city hall was built by him, he would not want to dismantle it himself if it was not necessary.

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

“What’s the reason?” Roland knocked on the table and asked intentionally.

“Of course, it is the heir—” Barov said anxiously, “Witches can’t give birth, this is something everyone knows, especially when the war is coming, in case something happens to you, other nobles want to give birth. It’s about to move, and the people can’t rest easy!” He swallowed, “If you just want to be with Lady Anna, you don’t need to do this at all.”

“Oh? You mean…”

“You just need to marry the daughter of a minor nobleman,” the steward suggested, “She can be used to silence everyone, and she can show her face when necessary. It doesn’t matter how you treat her in the future. With this layer masking, you can do whatever you want—”

“So Anna can’t get this title?” Nightingale suddenly interrupted, “Just because she’s a witch?”

“I don’t think Lady Anna would mind these superficial things,” Barov coughed twice, “if it’s for the sake of the stability of the kingdom. If Your Majesty can’t speak, I can pass on the message for you.”

“You’re not her, how do you know she won’t mind? As far as this relationship is concerned, I bet she never wants to see a puppet intervening!”

“But it has nothing to do with feelings, it’s the successor…”

“Enough,” Roland raised his hand and said, “Speaking of which, just give the people below a reasonable outlet, right?”

“Cat… mouth?” Barov was slightly taken aback.

“Isn’t that so?” He pretended to be careless, “Beating the Pope, I took all of her life, and I don’t need anyone to inherit the throne. That’s why I decided to marry Anna—unfortunately, including you In China, only a few people know about it. For those who don’t understand magic at all, it’s hard for them to believe it if they don’t see it with their own eyes. Because of this, they need a psychological sustenance, or catharsis Only by opening their mouths can they appease their uneasiness, am I right?”

Ever since the battle with the church in Coldwind Ridge, the higher-ups of the city hall more or less knew that he had passed a test called the battle of souls.

The winner wins everything, and the loser loses everything—although it sounds unbelievable, the appearance of the ancient witch and the existence of soul transfer add a lot of credibility to this statement.

At the United Front meeting, after he formally used this reason to convince Pasha and the others, everyone acquiesced to this statement.

“That’s right, that’s what I meant.” Barov had no idea that he was falling into a trap a little bit. “As long as there is a nominal heir, the voices of opposition will naturally subside.”

“So I have an easier method,” Roland shrugged. “When I attacked Hermes a year ago, I accidentally found Gron Wimbledon’s lover, and this tavern maid was pregnant with his blood.” .”

“What…what did you say?” The manager suddenly widened his eyes, “Are you sure that child belongs to Wimbledon…”

“Ah, the hair and eyes are gray.” He nodded.

“You, why didn’t you tell me then?”

“If you find out, it’s still a question of whether the mother and son can live to this day.” Roland picked up his teacup and drank. “How about it, isn’t a ready-made outlet more convenient than your idea?”

A candidate heir who will never be able to ascend the throne can provide enough topicality, and at the same time does not pose any threat, and can be replaced at any time… Seeing Barov’s flickering eyes, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com Roland said: Knowing that the other party must have thought of these.

There’s no need to do much, just disclose the existence of such a person to the citizens, and then call him back to Neverwinter.

The rest will be completed by the masses in discussion and diffusion.

“If the biological mother is a tavern maid, the child can only be regarded as an illegitimate child, and he must be given a higher status, otherwise it will attract criticism; also, it is best to take care of this maid. , they are indeed better at controlling…” Barov was already thinking in his mind.

Roland couldn’t help raising the corners of his mouth, and the scene in front of him seemed to be back three years ago, when he had just become the fourth prince of Wimbledon.

However, at that time, he needed to use all his words to bring the other party into his own thinking rhythm, but now he only needs to make a few simple points – as long as it comes from him, no one dares to easily question the authenticity, even if it is someone like Eternal Life. The same goes for things.

“Go ahead and make a plan. There is also the enthronement. It’s all planned, and then show it to me.” He waved his hand, signaling his opponent to back down.

After Barov left, Roland breathed a sigh of relief, “I didn’t expect you to complain about Anna.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help but…”

“No, you don’t need to apologize, you did nothing wrong.” He couldn’t help but glanced at Nightingale, and found that her expression was much calmer than he expected, “I just thought you would…”

“What will happen? Frowning, dejected?” Nightingale rolled his eyes at him, “I thought you brought it up too late. Of course, if it wasn’t for Anna, I wouldn’t have given up on this step.”

Reminiscent of the expression on her relieved expression when she reappeared two days after her disappearance, Roland could only think that the changes were all related to the agreement between her and Anna.

Although he was very concerned about this question in his heart, he didn’t ask it in the end.

[End of this Chapter]