In the dark study, Bronn was quietly listening to the plan of the priest in front of him. The priest was not wearing a cassock, but was dressed in plain clothes.
"So, the Bishop only needs you to cooperate with him and carry out your mission at the critical moment."
Bronn touched his bare chin, as if deducing the outcome of the other party's plan.
He suddenly looked panicked and said as if he suddenly remembered something: "You must be exhausted after traveling for so long. How about I arrange for you to rest first."
Bronn tried to buy himself some time to dress up in the mist of complicated plans, but it didn't work.
"The Archbishop is waiting for your answer, Count Bronn. I will leave as soon as I get your answer."
Bronn thought for a while and said with a pious look: "I promised the archbishop that I would stand still while the king mobilized his troops. This is the only thing I can promise the archbishop.
You have to know, Lynn Eleven, he is a tyrant. I am too close to him. Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger... People who are close to him are prone to being stabbed. "
"That's not enough, Bronn, it's not at all what you're going to get.
You have to know that even if you don't do it, there will be someone else willing to do it, and there will always be someone who is thirsty for the throne. "
Bronn looked at the man and slowly opened his mouth, showing a smile.
"I know, but I have to live until this dispute is over... Exposing it too early will not be good for me or the bishop.
Yes, there are always people who covet the throne, but they lack religious loyalty compared to me. "
The meaning of Bronn's words is obvious. Others are not willing to be controlled by religion like him.
"Don't worry, the archbishop's purpose in making this arrangement is definitely not to let God Primus' most loyal believer die.
There are some things I can’t say yet, but things will eventually come to that point, and then you will understand how wise or foolish your current decision is. "
Bronn's background was not noble. In fact, his earldom was taken from Fabouin. Provocation and frame-up were his specialty. Life in the slums of the royal city made him good at these things.
However, his humble background has been criticized for a long time. Even though he is now an earl, he is often called "sewer", "hawker", or even "bastard" in front of this earl title.
Now, he has an opportunity to climb to the pinnacle of power. Even if there is the big hand of Primus Divine Cult on top of this pinnacle, it doesn't matter. He firmly believes that one day he will take all the power in the world into his hands.
"Then... okay, I will obey the Archbishop's arrangements."
"There will be someone who will make sure you escape unscathed, and you will know who it is when the time comes."
The gray-haired cleric put on a felt hat and dressed as a peasant to say goodbye to Bronn. The slightly lame walking posture of his right leg was just right, as if he had been doing farm work all his life.
Bronn called his personal guard, pointed at the man's leaving figure, and said, "Follow him until he comes back twenty miles after he leaves the royal city. Note down the people he comes into contact with, the time, and the order."
"yes."
"Wait a minute! He is very powerful, don't be discovered."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
A few hours later, Bronn was reading a letter in the study when he heard a knock on the door. He rolled up the letter and put it in a drawer, clearing the table before letting the man in.
He was the personal bodyguard who went to follow him.
"My Lord Earl, that man has left the royal city twenty miles away. He has been walking silently without contacting anyone."
Bronn nodded and the guards left.
"He didn't have any contact with anyone... Didn't he prepare a candidate for this kind of plan that could be accomplished in one battle?"
After thinking for a long time, Bronn laughed.
"Why do you think you can take advantage of me? I understand how a cunning rabbit can be cooked by a lackey. Why should I kill the rabbit on the throne for you?"
Suddenly, Bronn was called into the palace. Among the nobles, he stood closest to the door.
"Your Majesty, this is already a rebellion. I am willing to return to the fiefdom and lead a thousand troops to personally eliminate the hidden dangers in the north for you."
"Your Majesty, my soldiers are also in the fiefdom. I am willing to help you get rid of the Premus Cult thugs in the three towns to the east."
"..."
Listening to the nobles expressing their loyalty one by one, Bronn sneered in his heart.
"Of course you are willing to go back and lead the troops. If you really want to return to the fiefdom, will you send troops to eliminate hidden dangers for the king? It's ridiculous."
Obviously, Linn XI is not a fool. He will not let these nobles who have God Premus in their hearts leave the royal city so easily.
"I know that you are eager to make contributions, and I understand your admiration for honor, but now is not the time for you to use your strength.
I have ordered five thousand troops to suppress the towns that have launched riots in sequence. I have called you here today in the hope that when the king's division passes by your fiefdoms, you can supply them.
The supplies I'm talking about include supplies from the empire based on the source of troops. "
All the nobles were silent, but Bronn took a step forward and said: "I, Count Bronn Moss from Banyan Tree Town, am willing to give everything the fief produces, including my soldiers."
Everyone was in an uproar, and they looked at Bronn, with disgust in their eyes.
Bronn's idea is very simple. Although he has soldiers, he is the weakest among the nobles with soldiers. In terms of supplies and soldiers, he only has forty cavalry and less than two hundred infantry. No matter which side he is on. It will not have any impact on the battle situation.
It is better to seize the opportunity and send it out, not only to leave a good impression in front of Lynn XI, but also to further complete the task assigned by Archbishop Premus.
Sure enough, King Linn, who had not raised his eyelids, looked at Bronn at the door and waved to him.
"I remember you. Ten years ago, you reported a planned rebellion, right?"
"Exactly, everything I have was given by the king. Even if the king takes back everything he gave me now, I will never complain."
"well said……"
Lyn Eleven sat up from his jewel-encrusted chair, walked over to Bronn, who was kneeling on one knee, and drew his sword.
He placed the tip of his sword on Bronn's right shoulder and cleared his throat.
"In the name of the king..."
After he finished speaking, he placed the tip of the sword on Bronn's left shoulder and continued: "In the name of the saint..."
Under the stunned expressions of everyone, Lin En XI calmly put the sword back into its scabbard.
"Rise, my Marquis de Bronn."
Everyone was shocked that Lin En dared to be knighted without being in the name of God. This was not only a challenge to divine authority, but also a violation of etiquette.
"Your Majesty...you...can't do this!"
"Oh? Why can't I?"
"Even your crown was put on by the bishop. How could you confer a title without borrowing the name of God? I can't agree with his title!"
Linn Eleven stood in front of the throne and thought for a while, then slowly sat down.
"Marquis Amanda, who granted you your title?"
"It's your father and Archbishop Weilan!"
Lin En nodded with a sudden look on his face, and a trace of regret slowly appeared on his expression.
"Then I can't agree with your title... Come here! Lock him up!"
The iron guards in the palace stepped forward and dragged the struggling Marquis Amanda down.
King Linn looked around at the nobles in the palace and said slowly: "Do I have the right to make myself a marquis?"
