Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

Tonight, anyone who dares to cause trouble should first ask her about Mudrock's Warhammer and Colossus!

She was determined to ensure that Wayne would inherit the title smoothly and in a glorious manner, in order to repay the kindness of this gift and to respond to this commitment!

The mudstone is ablaze!

Wayne nodded blankly.

For some inexplicable reason, he felt the air around him was a little hot.

Also, bro, you don't need to answer so forcefully. Really, our Aslan has good hearing and can hear.

Something felt off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Wayne turned and left, a puzzled look on his face. Behind him, Mudrock watched his figure disappear around the corner, then turned back, gently crouched down, and placed his palm on the floor.

Small figures made of clay and stone slowly came together.

.......

Not long after Wayne left Mudrock's room, he bumped into a familiar person.

He had short, silver-white hair, wore a white robe embroidered with a cross, and had a slightly thin, handsome face with a warm, inviting smile that revealed his inner joy. Of course, the most striking feature was the conspicuous fluorescent light tube above his head.

Urbino, a Lateran. The head of the Lateran religious notary office in the Victoria region, and also Wayne's father's contact.

Physical connector.

Of course, this Wayne is the same Wayne from before.

Wayne was somewhat surprised to see him here. Logically, the person attending the coronation ceremony should be the head of the local Victorian church, not this notary office manager. However, Wayne still had a ostensible working relationship with them, so there was no need to offend him. He simply asked out of curiosity:

Are you attending today?

"No, it was Father Gangut who was present."

Urbino shook his head and said,

"I am here to deliver a gift from His Holiness the Pope to my friend."

"Gift?"

Wayne's eyes lit up; he was wide awake at the mention of this.

He didn't intend to be like some stubborn guys who wanted nothing and started from scratch.

Anyway, he and the Pope are bound to fall out sooner or later, so he might as well take advantage of any opportunity to make a profit. It's free, so why not take it?

Urbino smiled and nodded, but inwardly he was quite disdainful of Wayne's greedy expression.

He stepped aside and introduced the blue-haired girl behind him to Wayne.

“Your Highness Wayne, this is His Holiness the Pope’s special envoy, Mostima. With her, you can contact His Holiness the Pope directly when I am not here.”

Wayne's expression was somewhat subtle. He sized up the familiar yet unfamiliar blue-haired angel before him, but instead of immediately asking about her, he turned to Urbino and asked:

"Will you leave while you're gone?"

"By divine inspiration, I will return to Lateran for a period of time."

Urbino said calmly, but a hint of undisguised joy was revealed in his tone.

Having accomplished this Victorian operation and placed Wayne on the throne, Laterano could leverage Wayne's trust in the Papacy to gradually infiltrate all aspects of Victoria. As the overall commander of this operation, Urbino, having achieved such a tremendous feat, had received orders from the Pope to return to Laterano and assume his post.

As for future connections, let Mostima, who is more suitable, handle them.

Why is Mostima more suitable?

Firstly, Mostima possesses the Black Key and White Key, allowing her to better monitor Vayne's situation. She is also powerful enough to decisively eliminate Vayne when he tries to break free from Laterano's control, betray Laterano, or loses his usefulness.

Secondly, Wayne has normal sexual desires and likes women. Mostima is good-looking and naturally more likely to gain his trust. If she stays by Wayne's side, she is more likely to extract more useful information than if Urbino stays by Wayne's side.

Moreover, His Holiness the Pope seems to have his own considerations. But that's beyond Urbino's comprehension. He just wants to get back to Lateran as soon as possible to get promoted and make a fortune.

Urbino continued:

"Of course, it's not just Mostima alone. His Holiness the Pope has also prepared a large sum of money for his friend to support Lateran's missionary work in Victoria in the future. What do you think?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a Colombian Citibank bank card from his pocket and handed it to Wayne.

Oh ho, trying to bribe me?

I'm royalty, would I be tempted by a little bit of money?

Urbino opened his palm: "Five hundred million. Pure Lateran gold coins."

Wayne smiled broadly, took the bank card, and put it into his inner bag.

"Then I thank His Holiness the Pope for his generosity!"

Chapter Seventeen Wayne: I'm dumbfounded

The soldiers, dressed in red uniforms and wearing tall black leather hats, bowed deeply to Wayne, then turned around and slowly pushed open the door leading to the throne.

Wayne changed into a red cloak, just as Vina had dreamed of him. He held a crown, a symbol of royal dignity, and a golden scepter, a symbol of national power, in his hands. He stood tall and proud, walking step by step along the red carpet toward the throne at the end of the road.

With perfect understanding, Ernest stopped the royalists beside him from bowing in respect.

Damn it, how come these guys are so self-aware? Not a single one of them bowed, from Wayne's party to Uncle's party. How come you bowed without saying a word?

As Wayne approached, the remaining nobles on either side of him, the men all respectfully placed their hands on their chests and bowed, while the women all submissively lifted their skirts and slightly bent over. The melodious and majestic national anthem of Victoria, accompanied by the powerful beat of specially made boots on the ground, resounded throughout the hall.

However, when Vayvan walked up to the throne, and even the Duke of York, Henry the Conqueror, bowed in respect, a middle-aged man named Vayvan stood tall and stood out from the crowd. Moreover, his brown eyes were wide open, glaring angrily at the monarch on the red carpet, as if he had a blood feud with him!

That man was Ernest! And standing beside him was a remnant of the Royalists, the former largest party in Parliament.

Ernest clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and glared angrily. His righteous and imposing face was filled with two words: unyielding!

On the red carpet, Wayne frowned, a hint of anger flashing across his face. He turned slightly to look at Ernest and said loudly:

"Duke of Norfolk, pay your respects!"

The crowd erupted in cheers. According to coronation rituals, the nobles were not allowed to raise their heads to witness this sacred moment until the king sat on the throne, donned the crown, and struck the ground with his scepter, announcing the new king's arrival on this land. Therefore, they remained submissive and did not notice Ernest's actions.

But as soon as Wayne's rebuke echoed through the hall, some nosy nobles couldn't help but cautiously turn their heads to look in Wayne's direction.

If one person is biased, then ten will be biased, and a hundred will be biased. In an instant, all the nobles, whether intentionally or unintentionally, raised their heads to look at the two who were confronting each other.

Victoria's coronation had never gone wrong, and today might be a day to go down in history. The nobles' eyes immediately lit up with the light of watching a show, whispering among themselves while standing by and watching, with no one willing to be the first to speak up for either side.

After all, on one side was a foolish prince who was not favored by anyone and inherited the throne solely based on his father's glory, and on the other side was a military genius duke who had announced his strong entry into the world in recent years, but whose foundation was unstable and whose relationships with people were not strong. They had no reason to help either side.

Moreover, the Duke of Ernest was the second-in-command of the Kings in the North. After the suspicious death of the King in the North, the party leader, he became the leading figure of the Kings in the North. Such a person should have been the strongest support for Wayne, the son of the King in the North, but now he suddenly confronted Wayne at the beginning of the coronation ceremony.

This is so interesting!

"If I'm not mistaken, that man is Wilson of the Royalists, isn't he?"

“You must be mistaken. How could that man be Wilson? Wilson is an earl, after all. Who would dare beat him up like that? But the guy behind Duke Ernest is Earl Berry of the Royalists. I know that guy; he’s a bit dim-witted.”

Enrique also looked up, his aged face filled with disbelief, and after a long while, he finally uttered a few words.

"How could he stand with the royalists?"

Sensing Ernest's malice, Wayne's already furrowed brows deepened. He gritted his teeth, looked at Ernest who was walking past the ranks of nobles toward him, and shouted sharply:

"Ernest, what do you think you're doing! Kneel down!"

"According to the Victorian aristocratic laws and the late Emperor's decree, this Duke has the right to kneel only before the King!"

Ernest stopped in front of Wayne, his eyes filled with murderous intent, his tone icy.

"And you are not a king!"

He stood tall, a full half-head taller than Wayne, seemingly looking down on the crowd, and declared:

"Five years have passed since the War of the Roses broke out, thanks to the divine calling of Emperor Andrew! The King of the North launched the war and seized power brazenly as his elder brother, a truly perverse act! Today, the traitor is dead, the throne is vacant, and it is only right to welcome back the rightful heir and establish a new emperor. How can we allow this false emperor's lineage to continue to control the kingdom?!"

"Today, I, Ernest Norfolk, as leader of the Royalist Party, formally initiate parliamentary impeachment proceedings, abolish Wayne Bruce's right of succession to the throne, and request the rightful heir, Vina Bruce, to be crowned and ascend the throne!"

"Hmph!" Wayne sneered, but before he could speak, Duke Enrique stepped forward and said:

"Ernest, I think you're delusional. Prince Wayne is the late king's only son, and his legitimacy to the throne is beyond question. How can you control the council with a few words and depose him at will? Ask us (Northern) royalists if we agree!"

"..."

As soon as Enrique finished speaking, and everyone was waiting for him to agree, an eerie silence fell over the palace.

The old man seemed to have seen something unbelievable, and even his beard trembled. The many nobles who followed Ernest and belonged to the Northern Royalist Party fell silent, some even smiling at him. Behind him, although a few people raised their hands to cheer him on, only a handful, after assessing the situation, immediately withdrew their hands.

How could that be?

Ernest smiled dismissively, glanced at Wayne whose face had darkened, and said calmly:

“I think we don’t even need to go to the council, Your Highness. You know what to do, right?”

He stepped forward and stopped less than half a meter in front of Wayne, reaching out to the crown and scepter that Wayne was holding.

Wayne bit his lip tightly, his face flushed, his angry eyes, his sad expression, and his unexpected shock all mixed together on his face, as if he really was a deposed king who had been betrayed, stripped of his power, and humiliated.

Ernest leaned closer to Wayne and whispered:

"Your Highness, I apologize. I was a bit harsh just now, and it also affected the late King."

With a sorrowful expression, Wayne casually handed the crown and scepter to Ernest, his lips barely moving:

"It's okay, just curse a few more times, be even harsher, to increase credibility."

Ernest nodded almost imperceptibly, "snatched" the crown and scepter, stepped back, and declared with righteous indignation:

"Then I hereby declare that Wayne Bruce's right to the throne is abolished. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

No one answered; Wilson had already covered Enrique's mouth.

Ernest nodded.

"Now, Your Highness Vina, please join us!"

The closed gate was slowly pushed open again by the soldiers, and Vina appeared in the shadows, dressed in a blue and white noblewoman's suit and wearing a cloak.

Without looking to the side, she solemnly approached Ernest, step by step. The Duke bowed respectfully and presented the crown and scepter to her.

Then she turned around, brushed past Wayne, and walked toward the throne.

The grand show is already halfway over.

Everything went smoothly!

Wayne breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, such superstitious beliefs about twitching eyelids were unreliable. Nothing had happened.