"Four years ago, at the end of the year, an assassin visited the old emperor alone and offered him the last gift in life, called 'death'." Wein knocked on the notice board and drew Leon's attention.
Take it away from the newspaper.
"The assassin was called the 'Kingslayer' and disappeared after that. He may have been silenced by his employer, he may be living happily with a huge sum of money, or he may be carrying out the next assassination... In short
, the 'Regislayer' has disappeared, leaving a mess to the empire."
"Moreover, the 'King Slayer' did not leave alone. Before he left, he also took away the old emperor's only child, the only daughter of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who died young, the old emperor's beloved granddaughter, and the daughter of the United Empire.
The only successor——Her Royal Highness Rosetta."
"The emperor himself is dead and his successor is missing. There is no doubt that this is the biggest problem encountered by the United Empire, which has been going smoothly for more than two hundred years and countless 'disputes' have failed to shake it." Wein's tone was a bit sarcastic,
"Because in order to gain the support of the kings, the founding emperor of the United Empire, You Hong I, established a law. If the Kalosser royal family becomes extinct, anyone has the right to run for the position of emperor of the United Empire at the emperor electorate. The final result is determined by
The eight grand dukes and the cardinals of the Church of Order voted together."
"This was originally a piece of cake to appease the kings, but Emperor You Hong I probably never thought that after only five generations of inheritance, the emperor-electing conference would be held again."
Liang lost consciousness and his expression changed: "This... I'm afraid the problem is not small."
"Yes, it is such a law that makes every grand duke a beneficiary of the emperor's death, or a suspect, especially the most powerful Dukes of Hohenlohe and Kethwaite."
"Any ambitious grand duke knows that if he wants to become the emperor, he must win over the weaker dukes and pour dirty water on his opponents to win the support of the cardinals. The priesthood of the Church of Order is truly noble.
Otherwise, bribery will not work for them, but if the murderer is discovered or the opponent is proved to be the murderer, it will definitely win the hearts of the cardinals."
"In the Central Region, after losing the emperor, in order to stabilize the situation, Prime Minister Parrish immediately teamed up with the military to take control of the National Assembly, announced the temporary dissolution of the National Assembly, and established a special committee, which temporarily took over the legislative functions. Then, he promulgated a law,
Announced that 'during special periods, the Grand Duke is not allowed to enter King's Landing before the Emperor's Election Conference, otherwise he will be punished as a murderer and traitor'."
"This law was not a deterrent in the eyes of the dukes who held heavy troops, but the several grand dukes who were interested in the position of emperor did not want to attract suspicion at this time. In the end, the grand dukes honestly recognized this law."
"After that, His Excellency the Prime Minister was quite bold. He announced that according to the usual practice, when the emperor is temporarily unable to govern, the Prime Minister can act as the regent. Although the regent's extraordinary power immediately stabilized the turmoil in the central region, but
This move has made His Excellency the Regent a lot more suspicious, after all, the biggest beneficiary after the Grand Duke is undoubtedly him."
Leon smacked his lips: "The political situation in the United Empire seems to be quite complicated..."
"So, for the senior management of Caspars, whether they can win the support of the regent is the decisive factor in whether Caspars can continue to serve as the capital of the Eastern Exile. And the regent must feel that Caspars is worthy
To invest, you have to prove that the Caspars City Hall and the Sovereign Bureau have the ability to control the situation."
Leon understood: "So, they have to close the cases that cannot be solved for a while, thereby increasing the detection rate and proving that everything is under official control."
"Yes, but not all cases. After all, neither the imperial envoy nor the citizens are blind. Those major cases reported cannot be solved for a while, but by coincidence, Mr. Stephen's death was in the Sword District, and there is no trace of it for the time being.
It attracted reporters who flocked to it, so the Suppression Bureau quickly asked the city police to close the case, so that the detection rate could increase by a few percentage points."
Wei Yin shook his head, his eyes full of ridicule: "It seems that the gentlemen of the city hall care more about stability than the truth, huh... what about you?"
Leon was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Wein suddenly asked himself: "Me? Well, I don't know. The truth is very important, but...if I were in those positions, I can't tell."
"I see."
It couldn't be seen that Wein was not satisfied with this answer. He yawned: "I was woken up this morning. It's really unlucky. I'll go back and take a nap. By the way, remember to read the books in the study and don't stare at the files.
, I know you think reading novels is interesting."
"Ahaha..." was seen.
Wei Yin went upstairs, and Liang sighed, and returned to the study with determination. He moved the files that were used as novels for entertainment off the table, and took out the thick books that made people feel depressed just by looking at them.
…
A few days later.
Late at night, Kalenkaya Mansion in the center of Kaspers.
The twin moons are still hanging high in the sky, the crimson color of the blood moon has faded a lot, turning into an almost pink color, while the waning moon is gradually becoming fuller.
The evening breeze blew through the thin window screens, and the light of the twin moons drifted into the room.
The interior decoration is classical and low-key luxury, which is what distinguishes the aristocrats from the nouveau riche capitalists. The oldest aristocrats even enjoy counting the cracks on the walls of the castle. People who like this kind of decoration style, even if they are not aristocrats, must
He also has a heart that yearns for aristocratic status.
At this moment, the clock on the wall has just pointed to midnight. At this moment, even the most exploitative factory should be silent, with only the sound of shouts and the wind enjoying this moment of peace.
However, heavy footsteps came from the corridor, breaking the peaceful silence of the mansion. The wooden floor made a heart-breaking creaking sound, which was the groan that had been brewing in the Kalenkaya mansion for three hundred years.
A pair of boots filled with mud stepped on the wooden floor that the servants were crawling and cleaning. The walking uninvited guest looked thin, but the pressure under his feet was no less than that of a bull in a suburban breeding farm.
The man shrouded in a black poncho pondered for a moment in front of the master bedroom door. He stretched out his hand to turn the door handle. Several lines lit up on his exposed skin. Immediately, the high-end mechanical lock made by the best craftsmen in Caspars became useless.
Open the door for men.
The man walked into the bedroom without making a sound. He politely scanned everything in the room, and his eyes finally fell on the man sleeping soundly on the bed.
The man's snow-white fat was wrapped in a dark red velvet quilt, and the blood seeping out of his skin reminded people of the disembowelled white pigs hanging in the slaughterhouse.
I don't know whether it was the breeze brought by the open door or the explicit gaze of the poncho man that woke up the man on the bed. He looked at the poncho man sleepily, and didn't realize what happened for a while, until a few seconds later, he heard a scream:
"W-who are you?"
The poncho man tilted his head and looked at the middle-aged man. He opened his mouth and heard a dry and hoarse voice, but with an indescribable smile:
"Wilson Swift... the Imperial Envoy?"
"Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"
The imperial envoy's call failed to attract any loyal guards. The poncho man approached with a smile, lifted his hood, and revealed the terrifying face underneath.
"Remember me, Swift?"
"You, you are..."
Swift narrowed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he finally saw some familiar shadows. The expression on his face suddenly changed, from half-shocked and half-angry to complete fear.
"You, you shouldn't--you should have died long ago!"
"I should have died long ago?" The poncho man shook his head, "When you sent me to that hell, you had already set up a tombstone for me, right?"
"Pray, you are not the first, nor the last, and all the debts you owe me will be liquidated."
The man in the poncho walked slowly towards the imperial minister. In this thin body, there was a roar of machinery, as if an arsenal was operating in his body.
Swift moved back, but there was a solid wall behind her.
As the blazing wind blew in his face, Swift soon realized that his pain would not end in just a moment.