"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty, please think again!" Before he could see him, the wailing of the head of the town hall was already ringing outside the door.

It wasn't until Barov Hermon ran to his desk panting that Roland put down the teacup in his hand for a moment, "What are you thinking about?

"No, I mean...... Announce to all realms that you will marry a witch as queen. The old steward wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and stole a glance behind the king, "This is really inappropriate, Your Majesty!"

After the notice was sent to the town hall, Roland knew that the news would definitely make waves, so the reaction of the other party did not surprise him - if he wanted to remove the obstacles, the first thing to unify was the voice of the town hall.

This decision was not made on a whim, as after the end of the Evil Moon, the Neverfall army would once again enter the Fertile Plains to uproot the Devil's last stronghold in Tachira. Combined with spring ploughing, new construction plans, and trade, it can be said that the whole of Grey Fort will be very busy in the coming year. According to the traditional statutes, the time from the invitation of guests to the official coronation lasts about two or three months, and even longer if you count the wedding. This is tantamount to reducing the productivity of the kingdom in disguise, and it is okay to hold a game in peacetime, but it is obviously not a good choice now.

This winter, however, there has been a rare tranquillity, which will not only stimulate the vitality of the people, but also not require a big fight.

Most importantly, Roland hopes to fulfill this promise sooner.

Of course, as a powerful feudal king, he could do this on his own. There are too many examples in history where no matter how absurd orders and seemingly impossible demands can become reality at the will of the ruler, and this is far from being an exaggeration. However, since he had built the framework of the town hall, he would not have wanted to tear it down himself if he didn't have to.

It is much more efficient to use power within the rules than to squander it.

"Why?" Roland asked deliberately, tapping on the table.

"Of course, it's the heir—" Barov said hurriedly, "Witches can't have children, that's something everyone knows, especially when the big war is coming, and if you have three longs and two shorts, and the other nobles are about to move again, and the people can't settle down!" he swallowed, "If you just want to be with Anna-sama, you don't need to do it at all." ”

"Oh? you mean ......"

"All you have to do is marry the daughter of a minor nobleman," suggested the steward, "and she may be used to silence the people, and to show up when necessary, and it doesn't matter what you do with her in the future." With this layer of occlusion, you can do what you want—"

"So Anna can't get this title?" Nightingale interrupted abruptly, "just because she's a witch?"

"I don't think Lady Anna minds these superficial things," Barov coughed twice, "if it's for the sake of the stability of the kingdom." If Your Majesty can't open his mouth, I can speak on my behalf. ”

"You're 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 it's not about feelings, it's about the ...... inheritor"

"That's enough," Roland said, raising his hand, "Speaking of which, just give the people below a reasonable outlet, right?"

"Catharsis...... Mouth?" Barov was slightly stunned.

"Isn't that so?" he feigned nonchalance, "defeating the Pope, I have taken all her life, and I don't need anyone to inherit the throne, which is why I decided to marry Anna - unfortunately only a few people, including you, know about it." For those who don't know anything about magic, it's hard for them to believe it unless they see it with their own eyes. That's why they need a psychological sustenance, or an outlet, to soothe their uneasiness, right?"

Ever since his battle with the Church in Coldwind Ridge, the higher-ups of the town hall have more or less known that he has passed a test called the Battle of the Souls. The winner wins everything, and the loser loses everything – as incredible as it sounds, the appearance of the Ancient Witch and the presence of the Soul Transfers add a lot of credibility to this claim. At the United Front meeting, after he formally used this reason to persuade Pasha and others, everyone acquiesced to this argument.

"Yes, that's what I mean," Barov, completely unaware that he was falling into a trap, "as long as there is a nominal heir, the opposition will naturally subside." ”

"So I have an easier way," Roland shrugged, "and a year ago during the attack on Hermes, I stumbled upon the lover of Goron Wimbledon, and the tavern maid was pregnant with his blood. ”

"You...... What do you mean?" the Steward's eyes widened, "Are you sure that kid is from Wimbledon......"

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

"Y-Why didn't you tell me then?"

"If you know, it's still a question of whether the mother and son can survive until now," Roland took a sip of water from his teacup, "How about it, isn't a ready-made outlet more convenient than your idea?"

A candidate for the throne who will never ascend to the throne can provide plenty of 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 this. You don't even need to do anything more than make it clear to the people that there is such a person, and then call him back to Neverwinter.

The rest will be filled up by the masses in the discussion and diffusion.

"If the biological mother is a tavern maid, this child can only be considered an illegitimate child, and he must be given a higher status, otherwise it will attract criticism, and besides, this maid had better be guarded, they are indeed better controlled than the nobles......" Barov already calculated in his heart.

Roland couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and the scene in front of him seemed to go back to three years ago, when he had just become the fourth prince of Wimbledon. But at that time, he had to go to great lengths to draw the other into the rhythm of his own thoughts, but now he only needed a few simple words - as long as it came from him, no one dared to question the truth easily, even if it was such a thing as eternal life.

"You go to make a plan, and the enthronement is all planned, and then show it to me. He waved his hand and motioned for him to step down.

After Barov left, Roland let out a sigh of relief, "I didn't expect you to complain about Anna." ”

"I'm sorry, I can't help but ......"

"No, no need to apologize, you didn't do anything right," he couldn't help but look at Nightingale, and found that her expression was much calmer than he expected, "It's just that I thought you would ......"

"What could it be?" "Nightingale glanced at him, "I think you're too late." Of course, if it weren't for Anna, I wouldn't have gotten this step. ”

Thinking of the look of relief when she reappeared two days after her disappearance, Roland could only think that the changes were related to the agreement between her and Anna.

Although he was very concerned about the question, he didn't ask it in the end.