Chapter 502： An Ling Festival (2/2)

"I know what you think, although you never say it, but you also think it is a kind of restraint and control," the Duke never looked back, but it seems to have seen the subtle expression changes of Wales, "but we have our own Everything is considered for the Kingdom of Ansu.

"A hundred years ago, the foggy month gave us a lot of lessons. The civil strife was caused by the king's struggle, but the ridiculous life and various chaos of the last king of the first dynasty made the situation out of control. The real reason, from that day on, we realized that the throne must have a lock.

"The king is supreme, but the king can't be out of control. For long-term stability, someone must be able to control the situation in time when the king's power is out of control. So in the second dynasty, we established the system of the Duke of Regency, and the kingship will be monitored. And control, but in turn, the king is also weighing the power of the Dukes, which you know.

"No one can have absolute power in his hands. Any power must have an alternative plan. These two points are the lessons that the Wilde family summed up during the foggy month."

Welsh Moore finally broke the silence: "Do you think of the variables of Edmund and the Duke of the East?"

"...the human heart is always outside the plan," the female duke said after two seconds of silence. "But this does not mean that the lessons we have summed up are meaningless. In fact, Ansu can survive from the foggy month. It depends on the system of the Duke of Regency. This system may need to be perfected, but it is still far from being abandoned."

Wales was silent. After a long silence, he looked up and looked at the female duke in front of him: "... Why did you suddenly tell me these words?"

"In these words, my father told him before your father crowned the king," said the duchess calmly. "I was originally planning to say to Edmund on the Anse Festival three years ago."

The breath of Wales had a pause at this moment.

"The throne has been hanging for a long time. This country has been running for half a year without a king, but it can't run forever. The nobles need an object of allegiance. The kingdom needs a banner. The people need to know who is orthodox." The Victorian Duke turned and stared at the eyes of Wales again. "In the beginning, we thought that this war would soon end because Wang Guojun had two or three times the strength and supply of the rebel army in the East, but we did miscalculate. Now that we are in a stalemate, we must be prepared to continue the stalemate."

Wales opened its mouth: "I..."

"Can't wait until after the war, crowned the Crown Prince," said the Duke, and bit the word "His Royal Highness". "Edmond will soon realize that he can't enter the holy year in the next year." Sunil, he will also crown himself at any time, and the Duke of the East will use his influence to let the entire east and the half of the aristocrats of the Holy Spirit plains loyal to the new king, and the blind civilians will soon recognize it. Therefore, you must become a king before Edmund is crowned."

The eyes of Welsh Moen were slightly enlarged. However, he had already missed the throne once. He forced him to calm down in a short period of time. He looked at the Duke and said with a straightforward statement: "How many people will admit that I am the king?" How many nobles will be willing to loyal to me?"

"The Wilde family will fully support you, and the Franklin family is the same. We can let half of the nobles of this kingdom owe allegiance to you at least on the plain side."

Wales thought, and after a few seconds, he spoke again: "Have you considered one of the biggest variables?"

In saying this, Welsh Moer raised his hand and pointed to the dead daisy on his chest.

"I am ready to travel to the South. I will personally talk to the founding Duke," Victoria said with awe-inspiring expression, even if the northern ruler, who is known as the Snow Queen, said this sentence. I can't help but bring a very solemn tone. "I will do my best."

"How much do you think his chances of supporting me?"

Victoria took a deep breath: "...I only hope that he will not object."

After this sentence, the two people were silent together.

They watched the huge woodpile on the courtyard, watching the grass rings and the dead daisy that were decorated everywhere, watching the mage and ceremonial officials who were preparing for the ceremony.

The sky has gradually dimmed, and the dim skylight means that the moment to ignite the bonfire is approaching.

The really important part of the Anse Festival is about to begin.

This is a day to commemorate the ancestors and pray for the blessings of the ancient dead.

But the ancestor who was originally commemorated at this festival... now returns to the world from the other side of the dead flower.

Victoria Wilder walked silently towards the courtyard, took a piece from the oak branch placed on the stone table and threw it into the woodpile, then ordered the bonfire to be lit.

Looking at the igniting flame, the northern ruler sighed.

If you really only need to throw a stick in the campfire, the ancestors will bless themselves... how good.