Chapter 1010 Vent

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please think twice!" Before he could see him, the wailing voice of the manager of the city hall had already sounded outside the door.

When Barov Hemon ran to the desk out of breath, Roland finally put down the tea cup in his hand and said, "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 your queen." The old steward wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced behind the king secretly, "This is really inappropriate. Ah, Your Majesty!"

After drafting the notice to the City Hall, Roland knew that the news would definitely cause waves, so the other party's reaction did not surprise him - if he wanted to eliminate obstacles, the first thing to unify was the voice of the City Hall.

This decision was not made because of his whim. After the evil moon ends, the army of Neverwinter will once again enter the fertile plains to eradicate the devil's last stronghold in Taquila. Coupled with spring plowing in various places, new construction plans, and trade and other matters, it can be said that the entire Graycastle will be very busy in the coming year. If the throne is enthroned according to the traditional rules, the period from inviting guests to the official coronation will last about two or three months, even longer if you include the wedding. This is tantamount to lowering the kingdom's productivity in disguise. It's okay to have one in peacetime, but it's obviously not a good choice now.

This winter has brought about a rare moment of tranquility. This move can not only stimulate the vitality of the people in the territory, but also does not require a major war.

The most important thing is that Roland hopes to complete this commitment earlier.

Of course, as a powerful feudal king, he could accomplish this on his own. There are too many examples in history where no matter how absurd the orders and seemingly impossible requirements are, they can become reality under the will of the ruler, not to mention that this matter is far from exaggerated. However, since the framework of the city hall was built by him, he would not want to demolish it himself if necessary.

Using power within the rules is much more efficient than squandering it.

"What's the reason?" Roland knocked on the table and asked deliberately.

"Of course, he is the heir -" Barov said anxiously, "Witches can't give birth. This is something everyone knows. Especially when the war is coming, if you have a problem, other nobles will have to It's getting ready, and the people can't rest assured!" He swallowed, "If you just want to be with Lady Anna, there is no need to do this at all."

"Oh? You mean..."

"You only need to marry the daughter of a minor noble," the steward suggested. "She can be used to silence everyone. She can just show up when necessary. It doesn't matter how you treat her in the future. With this Layer occlusion, you can do what you want-"

"So Anna can't get this title?" Nightingale suddenly interrupted, "Just because she is a witch?"

"I don't think Lady Anna will mind these superficial things," Barov coughed twice, "if it is for the sake of the stability of the kingdom. If Your Majesty is unable to speak, I can pass the message on your behalf."

"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 between it!"

"But this has nothing to do with feelings, but with successors..."

"That's enough," Roland raised his hand and said, "After all, we just need to give the people below a reasonable outlet, right?"

"Vent... mouth?" Barov was slightly startled.

"Isn't it like this?" He pretended to be nonchalant, "After defeating the Pope, I took away all her lifespan, and I didn't need anyone to inherit the throne. This is why I decided to marry Anna - unfortunately, including you, Only a few people know about this matter. For those people who do not understand magic at all, it would be difficult for them to believe it unless they see it with their own eyes. Because of this, a psychological sustenance, or catharsis, is needed. Only by speaking can we appease their uneasiness, am I right?"

Since the battle with the church in Cold Wind Ridge, the higher-ups in the city hall knew more or less that he had passed a test called the Soul War. The winner wins everything, the loser loses everything - although it sounds incredible, 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 others, everyone acquiesced in this statement.

"Yes, that's what I mean." Barov had no idea that he was falling into a trap little by little. "As long as there is a nominal heir, the opposition will naturally subside."

"So I have a simpler way," Roland shrugged. "When I attacked Hermes a year ago, I accidentally discovered Goron Wimbledon's lover, and the tavern maid was pregnant with his blood. .”

"What...what did you say?" The steward suddenly widened his eyes, "Are you sure that child is from Wimbledon..."

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

"Why didn't you tell me then?"

"If you find out, it's still a question whether mother and son can survive until now." Roland picked up the teacup and took a sip of water. "How about, wouldn't a ready-made vent be more convenient than your idea?"

A candidate heir who could never ascend to the throne could provide enough topicality, and at the same time not pose any threat, and could be replaced at any time... Seeing Barov's flickering eyes, Roland knew that the other party must have thought of this. You don't even need to do anything more. You just need to disclose to the people that there is such a person, and then recall him to Neverwinter City.

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

"If the biological mother is a tavern maid, the child can only be regarded as an illegitimate child, and a higher status must be arranged for him, otherwise it will attract criticism; also, this maid must be under supervision. Compared with the nobles, , they are indeed easier to control..." Barov was already calculating in his mind.

Roland couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. The scene in front of him seemed to have returned to three years ago, when he had just become the fourth prince of Wimbledon. But at that time, he had to work hard to lead the other party into his own thinking rhythm, but now he only needs a few simple reminders - as long as it comes from his mouth, no one dares to question the authenticity easily, even if it is about eternal life. Same thing.

"You go ahead and make a plan. You have everything planned for your enthronement, and then show it to me." He waved his hand and motioned for him to step back.

After Barov left, Roland let out a sigh of relief and said, "I didn't expect you to complain for Anna."

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

"No, there's no need to apologize. You did everything right." He couldn't help but look at Nightingale and found that her expression was much calmer than he expected. "It's just that I thought you would..."

"What's going on? A sad face?" Nightingale rolled her eyes at him, "I think you brought it up too late. Of course, if it weren't for Anna, I wouldn't have given in."

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

Although he was very concerned about this question, he did not ask it in the end.