Queen Margaret stared blankly into those dark eyes.
She found that her gaze had been firmly grasped by those eyes at some point and she could not look away.
From those eyes, she faintly felt strong mental pressure, as if the person sitting in front of her was not a first-level magician, but a transcendent god. Even though she was a queen, subconsciously she felt
I couldn't help but have the urge to worship.
Then she heard Allen continue to say in a sharp tone:
"Please tell me honestly, Her Majesty the Queen, you agreed to the Light Church's request to increase the church tax rate, but you excluded the church tax from the tax system of the Kingdom of Braden. What is your purpose for doing this?
?Is the Royal Government really so short of people?”
"I……"
The Queen wanted to argue a few words and tell him that these were the cabinet's opinions, but under the gaze of those sharp black eyes, she found that she could not say a word.
"In other words, you actually just want to push the Church of Light to the forefront, continue to intensify the contradiction between it and the people of the kingdom, and make it the target of public criticism; when the people can't bear it anymore, you will step in to mediate, and the Church of Light will retreat while reaping the benefits.
, the people will be grateful to you, and you can take this opportunity to consolidate your power.
"This is your real plan, right?" Allen continued.
His tone was indifferent and calm, but when it fell in the Queen's ears, it was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, making her unable to calm down.
"Yes," she heard herself blurt out involuntarily, "that's my plan."
She realized that in front of those black eyes, she didn't have the courage to lie at all.
"From your point of view, this is indeed a good plan," Allen commented lightly, "But, Your Majesty, have you considered the price behind it?"
"cost?"
"You hope to turn the people's anger into a weapon against the Church of Light. But have you ever thought that such a weapon can burn your own hands if you are not careful?"
"But……"
"Under the pressure of church taxes, some people were forced to give away their children, some reluctantly abandoned the elderly, and some were even willing to die for their families. Although Archbishop Yaconelga is the culprit,
But is all this not what Her Majesty the Queen wants to see? Without bloodshed and sacrifice, how can there be such overwhelming anger?"
He is right. The Queen murmured in her heart. This is indeed what I expected.
Our fathers often said that only blood and fire can build real power, right?
"You don't seem to be as innocent as you described, Your Majesty." At this point, Allen showed a meaningful smile. "Although the world praises your kindness, who knows that this so-called
'Benevolence' is actually just a facade made to compete for power?"
"No, you misunderstood," this time, the Queen looked directly into Allen's eyes and denied with a strong voice, "I swear, I am definitely not one of those hypocrites who seek fame and reputation on the surface, but are unscrupulous secretly. I really hope to reveal the truth.
I hope that the people living in the country can live a better life, and I hope that this country can prosper; I want to be a benevolent monarch who is famous in history and deeply loved; I am also willing to do my best and devote myself to this goal.
"After all, for a king, is there any goal more worthy of pursuit than this?
"But, Allen, before that, I must take back the power that should belong to me from the Light Church and the cabinet.
"Without power, I can't do anything.
"I have no choice."
This is what is in her heart.
Over the years, she has been holding these words in her heart, unable to find anyone to talk to.
until today
When Allen exposed her plan mercilessly, these words that had been suppressed for many years became a flood that burst the dam and poured out in a torrent.
Allen sighed softly.
"But Your Majesty, after you get used to this way of doing things, are you afraid that you will become what you hate most in the future?"
"Then what should I do?" she asked the other party humbly.
"Of course, go straight to deal with your opponent. Why involve innocent people," Allen said lightly, "Tell me, who is your opponent?"
"The Church of Light, the old party aristocrats."
"Be specific."
"The House of Commons, where the Church of Light controls most of the seats, the cabinet that serves as the mouthpiece of Archbishop Akenelga, the die-hards who refuse to accept reforms for the sake of personal gain... and Akenel who tries to put religious power above royal power.
Erga himself.”
"You have so many opponents," Allen smiled faintly and gently shook the wine glass on his hand, "Have you decided which one to deal with first?"
The Queen pondered for a moment and said with some hesitation: "Maybe... the old party? After all, the Church of Light is too huge..."
"This target is too big. If you hit it with a stick, you will soon become the target of public criticism." Allen shook his head slightly. "Shrink it a little, narrow it down to one person, and maybe someone will applaud you or even help you."
Adding insult to injury.
The Queen thought for a while: "Prime Minister?"
She knew that the prime minister, Baron Sistine, was Arcelga's number one lackey. As long as he was eliminated, it would be equivalent to breaking the archbishop's right-hand man.
Allen smiled and stopped talking.
He called the waiter, filled a glass of honey beer, then raised the glass and said to the queen:
"Cheers! To our future victory!"
"Cheers!" The queen also raised her glass in a daze.
It wasn't until she drank the crimson "Bloody Mary" that the Queen realized that the two had unknowingly formed an alliance.
The reason why she asked Allen out was for this purpose.
She hopes to use Allen as a medium to contact the Wizard Tower and the new party nobles headed by William Earl of York, and rely on their power to regain her due power as a queen.
However, the development of things was completely beyond her expectation.
Under the gaze of those black eyes, all the methods and words she prepared had no chance to be used, and she completely lost the leadership of the alliance.
She didn't even understand whether it was she who wanted to deal with the Prime Minister, or whether Alan York wanted to use her to deal with the Prime Minister.
But none of this matters anymore.
Her subconscious told her that everything Allen said was right.
He won't harm her.
…………
Half an hour later, Queen Margaret left the bar first.
The maid Lila has already driven the carriage and is waiting nearby.
When she saw Lila, the Queen habitually told her everything she saw and heard in the bar, hoping to hear her opinion.
Of course, except for those black eyes.
Because she felt that whenever she planned to mention this matter, a strong sense of awe would surge in her heart, prompting her to consciously change the topic.
"He is really not like a normal man. He has no reaction when faced with a tearful lady." After hearing her words, Lila sighed and commented jokingly, "Oh, I really gave him a good skin in vain."
.Your Majesty, tell me, is he sexually frigid, or does he simply not like women?"
Queen Margaret was silent and noncommittal.
“Also, Your Majesty,” Lila continued to comment when she saw that she was silent, “I really don’t understand why Alan York insists on directly accusing you about taxes in front of you?
"Is he really a compassionate saint? Or is this just a rhetorical trick for him to compete for the leadership of the alliance?
"If it's the latter, then he is too insidious and cunning!"
The queen glanced at her lightly, frowned slightly, and said sternly:
"If you are rude to adults again, I will open the car window and throw you out."