Chapter 645 The End of the King's Flag
Gawain once guessed that Wales was not coveting the throne, but to be honest, he did not expect the other party to be so thorough and extreme.
He not only overthrew himself, but also broke the nobility rules that Ansu had inherited for seven hundred years - the king is the lord of the lord, and the lord is the extension of the king.
As the one who broke this rule, he led the angry nobles to overthrow himself, and when he stepped down, Anzu's king-nobility structure would also crack an irreparable rift, the system would become easy to destroy, and difficult to recover.
Some saw it, but they chose to be silent, some didn't, they were in the strange passion of overthrowing a king, and some more astute, they noticed the surging scene. The Dark Tide and the steel chariots of the Cecilians not far away.
A new age has come—a new age that the old school rejected, but a new age has come.
Rolled over.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wales took off his crown calmly, and it was not until he handed the crown to the servants beside him that the nobles and soldiers at the scene reacted, and there was a little commotion-people seemed to be at this moment. There was a sense of realism, and it was really confirmed that the king who had only been on the throne for eight days had lifted his throne, and after confirming this, someone was overwhelmed.
The king has stepped down...and what about the new king?
Baldwin?? Franklin did not remain silent for too long. Before the commotion spread, he stepped forward and raised the Mithril plate in his hand.
"Now that the time is ripe, I will announce to you a special law passed on only between the Duke of Protector and the royal family. This law was jointly formulated by the founding king, Charles I and the original Duke of Protector, and signed by the Mithril contract. The form is divided into several parts, which are sealed in the four realms. Both I and the Grand Duchess Victoria Wilder can prove the authenticity and validity of this law.
"This is the Emergency Succession Act, and reads as follows—"
With the announcement of this secret regulation that had been sealed for 700 years, everyone at the scene widened their eyes.
This exceeded almost everyone's expectations.
Pairs of astonished eyes exchanged glances in the air, and the crowd at the edge couldn't help whispering, while the nobles in the center fell into a strange silence. Not a single one questioned.
Because understanding current affairs has always been one of the virtues of the nobles, with their keenness, they have long realized that today is destined to change.
"Today, the Moen bloodline has no direct line of heirs available, all collateral branches are unable to bear the weight of the crown, the Ansu kingship is vacant, and the first founding duke is still alive, according to this emergency succession law, Gawain Sisi The Archduke will automatically become the new king.
"Duke Cecil, you can take this oath."
Baldwin brought the Mithril plate held in his hand to Gawain, his eyes silently watching the founding duke in front of him.
The eyes on the square also lifted up, staring intently at the center of the scene.
Gawain smiled and stretched out his hand to the Mithril Oath: "Indeed, this country needs a protector and ruler now, otherwise it probably won't survive this winter..."
Listening to this sentence, the nobles in the square showed complicated smiles, and then they lowered their heads slightly one by one, concealing all the changes in their eyes, and prepared to applaud the new king.
Gawain's hand brushed lightly on the Mithril Pledge.
"But I'm not going to take the crown that Charlie has inherited."
The sturdy Mithril metal plate silently turned to fine ashes and wafted away in the wind.
The calm on Duke Baldwin's face was broken. He watched all this in astonishment and surprise. Even the face of Victoria next to him couldn't help showing a hint of shock, only the expression of Wales standing behind Gawain. Still indifferent, with an imperceptible smile hidden at the corners of his mouth.
The nobles in the square waited for a long time with their heads lowered. They did not wait for the signal from Duke Baldwin to cheer. They raised their heads in confusion, and finally saw the last scene of the powder drifting in the wind, so they kept exclaiming in low voices.
Gawain rubbed his hands, removed the last bit of mithril powder from his fingertips, and turned his head to look at the square:
"Anzu's reign ends, begins with Moen, ends with Moen, and it will end with dignity, not embarrassingly forcibly continued - Anzu's last king held the country, I hope you will remember at this point.
"This land will last, this disaster will end, new shoots will grow on the burnt land, but 'Ansu' has become a history and a new country will be established here to protect this land and The people of this land, I hope you understand that.
"I promise that this process will be smooth and stable, that this land will eventually prosper and prosper, and will never fall into chaos and decline. I also promise that all acts of disrupting order will be severely punished. This is to protect everyone. safety and rights.
"This is not a suggestion, but a notice. I have clearly informed everyone on the scene. Next, the opponents will come out and take a step forward."
Needles could be heard in the entire square, and only the chariots and magic combat soldiers of the Cecil Corps watched all this silently, with no sorrow or joy, and disciplined.
After an unbearable, century-long silence, Victoria whispered suddenly, "I support it."
The Duke of Baldwin glanced at the Duchess of the North.
The southern border is Cecil's territory, the eastern border has already existed in name only, the northern border has expressed its allegiance, most of the land of the Holy Spirit Plain is under the actual control of the Cecil Legion, and the capital is within the range of those war machines.
Supporting or not actually makes no difference, not to mention Gawain?? Cecil already had the qualifications to inherit the royal power, and what he has done now is to take this qualification a step further.
"I support." The Grand Duke of the Western Region took a half step forward and said in a deep voice.
Gawain nodded to the two guardian dukes, his eyes swept across the crowd in the square, and a smile appeared: "Very good, no one objects, then I will also fulfill my promise."
Then he said: "Since we will start a new history, then we have a lot of things to do - please pack your bags as soon as possible and return to the capital. I will discuss with the two guardian dukes how to restore order as soon as possible, how to We should formulate the framework of the country as soon as possible and how to resume production as soon as possible. In addition, this crisis is far from over, and I believe all of you as the main war faction can understand that we have not yet reached the time to relax.”
At the end, Gawain used the imminent crisis to remind the nobles of the royal capital who were in a state of bewilderment. He was sure that this would temporarily boost their spirits and reduce the chaos that might arise in the future.
The drama unfolded in an unexpected way and ended in an unexpected way, the mighty team regrouped, and in the gradually sinking sunset, headed to the capital.
The Cecil Corps has entered the city.
The mighty and awe-inspiring chariot tracks crushed the ancient stone pavement of San Sunil, the fully armed magic combat soldiers marched in a neat pace, and the white knight with the warhammer on his shoulder walked in front of the queue. Lights float, flags fly.
The citizens who had just survived the crisis of life and death walked to both sides of the street. They surrounded the team entering the city and saluted with curiosity and awe. Some people were frightened by those tanks that made strange noises, their faces were pale, and they were crawling on the ground. Yellow-faced and skinny civilians and serfs knelt by the roadside, as if ready to kiss the boots and footprints of the magic warriors.
They are numb and enthusiastic, joyful and fearful.
Amber and Gawain stood together in the chariot, leaning halfway out of the chariot (Amber stepped on the stool).
Looking at the scenes on both sides of the road and seeing the people lying on the ground, Miss Half-elf couldn't help frowning: "You will make these people stand up in the future, right?"
"Of course, just like I did in the South."
"I know, I'm just confirming it again..." Amber said softly, "I just feel a little flustered... You actually took this step... Although the Government Affairs Office has indeed made a plan before, and various departments have also made plans. I'm ready, but I'm afraid no one thought it would be so fast."
Gao Wen glanced at the half-elf who was a little cute, and couldn't help but smile: "I said, I will hit the capital."
At the rear of the team, Welsh Moen turned his head and glanced back at the towering city walls of Saint Sunil.
On the city wall that was soaked in countless blood and experienced countless attacks, the knights and warriors defended with their lives, a blue background and gold border The Ansu King flag is slowly descending.
The person who carried out the lowering of the flag there was Cohen Lauren, the head of the Royal Knights - this is the decency left by the Duke of Cecil to the royal family of Moren.
Beside Wales, the sturdy and grey-bearded Earl of Cromwell also looked back at the lowering of the king's flag, watching the flag dyed with a hazy glow in the setting sun, watching it completely Disappearing on the city wall, Earl Baishan finally couldn't help choking: "Your Majesty, the king's flag has been lowered, I..."
"I'm no longer king," Wales corrected aloud. "A new flag will be raised. Hold up your chest, Earl of White Mountain. You and your family are loyal to this country, and this country has not fallen. ."
With dwarf blood, the Earl of White Mountain, Cromwell, who is very special among the many nobles in Ansu, took a light breath: "Salute to you."
Ansu's king flag was lowered, and the flag representing Cecil began to flutter on the city wall of Saint-Sunil. Although the framework of the new country has not yet been established, and many affairs such as the transfer of power have not really begun, the change of the flag alone has Enough to convey a lot of information.
On the tallest spire in Silver Castle, a figure wearing a lavender veil with a translucent veil on his face was quietly looking down at this "ancient" human king city and the change of flags in the distance.
After a while, Melita Purnia pressed her ear, and the pale golden communication interface appeared in front of her.
"The Ansu kingship has been replaced, and Gawain Cecil will become the new master of the country, but he does not seem to choose to inherit the title of King Ansu, but rather wants to build a new country more radically."
The lines on the communication interface trembled, and a slightly disturbing rustling sound came from it: "...The change of kingship is expected...it's just that he chose to end the Ansu kingship instead of inheriting the throne. Understood. The human kingdom has been completely shuffled, and it's easier to paint on a blank sheet of paper than to tinker with an old oil painting..."
Melita blinked: "How is my last report...how is it?"
The voice on the opposite side of the communication interface was quiet for two seconds, and then said with a sigh: "The panel has finally decided to accept your statement and not pursue your unauthorized actions, but the president of the panel has a word for me to remind you in private."
Melita suddenly became nervous: "You won't deduct my wages, will you?!"
"...The chairperson hopes that you will not be so blatant when you exploit the loophole next time, and at least describe your reasons in a more mellow manner, saying that "undertaking the freight business is not a war, because the freight is charged" directly in the report to let everyone know It's hard to do, you really haven't been thrown to the ground when you were an egg?"
"The last sentence was also said by the speaker?"
"I said it."
Melita exhaled and patted her chest: "Oh that's okay..."
There seemed to be a series of swear words from Tallon immediately coming from the opposite side of the communicator, but Melita Purnia had blocked these unfavorable words. She raised her head and glanced at the team that was gradually approaching Silver Castle. He glanced at the cathedral, which was still shrouded in holy light not far away, and looked as usual, and couldn't help sighing softly.
"This year's humans...there are so many variables...
"But it's not bad if you can use these variables to break free."