"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please think twice!" Before he could see him, the wailing sound of the city hall chief executive sounded outside the door.

Only when Barov Hemon ran to the desk panting did Roland happily put down the teacup in his hand, "Think about what? Are you thinking about the throne ceremony?"

"No, I mean... announce to all territories that you will marry a witch as the queen." The boss's chief steers his sweat on his forehead while secretly glanced behind the king, "This is inappropriate, Your Majesty!"

After the notice was planned to be given to the Town Hall, Roland knew that the news would definitely cause a stir, so the other party's reaction was not beyond his expectations - if you want to eliminate obstacles, the first thing to unify is the voice of the Town Hall.

This decision was not made because he had a whim. After the evil moon, Wu Dongcheng army would enter the fertile soil plain again to remove the last stronghold of the devil in Taqila. With spring plowing in various places, new construction plans, and trade matters, it can be said that the entire Gray Castle will be very busy next year. According to the traditional constitution, it will last almost two or three months from inviting guests to formal crowning, and it will be even longer in terms of weddings. This is equivalent to reducing the productivity of the kingdom in disguise. It is okay to hold a lasting match in peacetime, but it is obviously not a good choice now.

This winter has seen a rare tranquility. This move can not only inspire the vitality of the people, but also do not require a big fight.

Most importantly, Roland hopes to fulfill this commitment earlier.

Of course, as a feudal king with great power, he could achieve this on his own. There are too many examples in history that no matter how ridiculous the commands and seemingly impossible demands, they can become reality under the will of the ruler, not to mention that this matter is far from being so exaggerated. However, since the framework of the city hall was created by him, he would not want to tear it down personally if it was not necessary.

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

"What's the reason?" Roland asked deliberately.

"Of course, it's the heir-" Barov said anxiously, "The witches cannot give birth. This is something everyone knows, especially when the war is approaching. If you have a few things and other nobles are about to move, the people will not be able to calm down!" He swallowed, "If you just want to be with Lord Anna, you don't need to do this at all."

"Oh? You mean..."

"You just need to marry a little noble daughter," said the general manager, "She can be used to block the mouths of everyone, and just show her face when necessary. It doesn't matter how you treat her in the future. With this layer of obstruction, you can do what you want-"

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

"I don't think Lord Anna would mind these superficial things," Barov coughed twice. "If it's for the sake of the stability of the kingdom, if His Majesty can't speak, I can pass on the message on my behalf."

"You are not her, how do you know she won't mind? As far as this relationship is concerned, I bet she would never want to see a puppet in between!"

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

"Enough," Roland raised his hand, "After talking, just give the people below a reasonable outlet for venting, right?"

"Exhaust... mouth?" Barov was slightly stunned.

"Isn't that the case?" He pretended to be careless, "I took all her lifespans against the Pope. No one needed to inherit the throne at all. This is why I decided to marry Anna - unfortunately, only a few people, including you, know about this. For those leaders who do not understand magic at all, it would be difficult for them to believe it if they did not see it with their own eyes. It is precisely because of this that a psychological sustenance, or a vent, is it right?"

Since the battle with the church at Hanfeng Ridge, the senior leaders of the Town Hall have more or less known that he has passed a test called the Battle of Souls. The winner wins everything, and the loser loses everything - although it sounds incredible, the appearance of the ancient witch and the existence of soul transfer have added a lot of credibility to this statement. And at the United Front Meeting, when he officially used this reason to convince Pasha and others, everyone agreed to this statement.

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

"So I have an easier way," Roland shrugged, "I stumbled upon Goron Wimbledon's lover while attacking Hermes a year ago, and the tavern maid was pregnant with his blood."

"What did you... say?" The manager suddenly widened his eyes, "You are sure that the child is Wimbledon..."

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

"You, why didn't you tell me?"

"If you know, it's still a question whether the mother and son can survive until now," Roland picked up the teacup and drank a sip of water. "How about it, isn't a ready-made catharsis more convenient than what you came up with?"

A candidate heir who will never ascend the throne can provide sufficient topicality, without any threat, and can be replaced at any time... Seeing Barov's flickering eyes, Roland knew that the other party must have thought of these things. He didn't even need to do anything more. He just had to disclose to the leaders that there was such a person and recall him to Wudong City.

The rest of the people will make up for the rest during discussion and spread.

"If the biological mother is a pub maid, the child can only be considered an illegitimate child. He must be assigned a higher status, otherwise it will cause criticism; and, it is best for this maid to be kept under control. Compared with the nobles, they are indeed better controlled..." Barov was already thinking in his mind.

Roland couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. The scene in front of him seemed to be back three years ago, when he had just become the fourth prince of Wimbledon. However, at that time, he had to go all out to introduce the other party into his own rhythm of thinking, but now he only needs a few simple words to mention it - as long as it comes from his mouth, no one dares to easily question the authenticity, even if it is something like Eternal Life.

"You go and make a plan. If you have planned everything for the throne, you will give it to me for a look." He waved his hand and signaled to retreat.

After Barov left, Roland breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't expect you to speak up for Anna."

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

"No, no apology, you did nothing wrong," he couldn't help but look at Nightingale's eyes, and found that her expression was much calmer than he expected, "It's just that I thought you would..."

"What will it be? Snowing and sad?" Nightingale gave him a blank look, "I still think you mentioned it too late. Of course, if it weren't for Anna, I wouldn't have given up this step."

Thinking of the look of lifting her burden when she appeared again two days after she disappeared, Roland could only think that the changes in this were related to the agreement between her and Anna.
Chapter completed!