In 1444 A.D., just a year before Boris V's usurpation of the throne, his reign had come to an end, and the one who overthrew him was none other than me, one of the accomplices in the last coup.

The cause of the incident was that at the instigation of me and a few accomplices, a huge number of unemployed people in the city of Boris took to the streets and occupied Meate Square, demanding that the General Palace provide them with stable jobs and compensation.

As far as Bourbon's current financial situation is concerned, where can they be compensated by the taxes, so Boris V ordered the vigilantes to expel them, and it was me and a few accomplices who quietly revised the order to turn the expulsion of the vigilantes into a violent crackdown, and for a time the Place de la Meese was covered with blood, and this was the bloody day of the Meese.

You're welcome, this trick was taught to me by Boris V, that is, the trick that Boris V used to overthrow Andrei III at the beginning, and now it has been returned to Boris V as it is.

Since this trick was invented by Boris V, he was also much more sensitive to this kind of action, and when he learned of the bloodshed in Meate Square, he sensed that something was wrong, so he summoned the officers who had handled these things and questioned them surrounded by the personal guards.

It should be said that Boris V was the right one, but unfortunately he was too procrastinating and underestimated the speed with which we launched, and when we learned that Boris V was going to summon the magistrates, we decided to quickly start the next step of planning to carry out a third military coup in Boris.

While Boris V was still slowly interrogating suspicious figures in the General Palace, a riot that swept the whole of Boris, no, it was a righteous overthrow that had already begun, this time the main force of the overthrow was the unemployed and homeless, and the most capable of fighting were the former soldiers, many of whom were veterans of the Bourbon war for decades, and as long as someone led the team, it was very organized.

On that day, there were fires everywhere in Boris, the sounds of fighting, shouts of killing, mobs robbing merchants in every street, mobs beating the vigilantes at every security point – or the vigilantes simply joined the riots.

Although most of this group is an out-and-out rabble, a large number of former soldiers among them have been called up by us, and together with our security forces, this mutiny is very fast.

Those of us who didn't go, those who went to the General Palace and snuck away before the rebellion, so many of us came together to launch a coup d'état against Boris V.

After all, if Boris V is not overthrown by a coup d'état, we will be overthrown by an angry populace, so instead of tying up Boris V to die, it is better to turn the passive into the active and fight for the dominance of this coup.

The coup d'état went quite smoothly, and all the important strongholds were rapidly captured by us, and at night, Boris V could only retreat inside the General Assembly Palace, using it to resist bitterly.

Considering that we have been fighting for a day, I declare that we will not attack tonight, and that all the property you have obtained in the coup d'état today will belong to the owner, which has greatly increased my prestige.

Originally, there were tunnels for escape in the General Palace, but after the coup d'état of Andrei III, all the tunnels were blocked, and they have not been restored to this day, so I am relieved to surround and not worry about Boris V escaping.

At night, Boris V made a desperate sneak attack, which was easily repulsed by us, after which Boris V was much more honest.

On the second day, we continued to attack the General Assembly Palace, and although our side had an absolute advantage in numbers, Boris V held the Palace by virtue of its geographical advantage and strength, and we failed to capture it twice by storming.

After the failure of the second attack, I sensed that those involved in the coup had panicked, and the ranks began to drift, and I knew that I had to fight quickly, and that if this stalemate continued, Boris V might really be overturned.

After some thought, I decided to use military magic to break through their guards by bombarding the General Palace.

"Under normal circumstances, those fortresses will have a magic circle to defend against military magic, but the Great Palace does not, because the designers of the Great Palace believe that if the enemy army has broken through the layers of Bourbon defenses and enters Boris to kill the Great Palace, it will be useless to strengthen the Great Palace into the first fortress in the world. ”

"So, although the Great Palace is beautiful, his defensive ability is quite low, and at this time, we can use military magic to have a miraculous effect. ”

When I said this, my accomplices were stunned: "Oh my God, Lul of the Yayihua family, are you trying to bombard the Great Palace? Do you know what you're talking about?"

"You guys, can't you still see the situation in front of you clearly! If we don't pacify the Great Palace as soon as possible and arrest Boris V, soon Boris V will be able to gather his reinforcements and then put all of us in prison and beheaded! At that time, no matter how beautiful the Great Palace is, what does it have to do with us!"

Hearing my questioning, all the accomplices bowed their heads, and after a few flashes of twinkle in their eyes, they all finally approved my proposal to bomb the General Assembly Palace.

With the bombardment of military magic, the Great Hall was blown out of a large hole, and then the entire front hall collapsed inside, so they rushed into the Great Hall amid the roar of the mob.

Moments later, I got the result I wanted, and Boris V's tragic death in the resistance solved a difficult problem for us.

At this point, this coup d'état is finally over, and we are victorious.

After the victory, before we could even repair the antechamber that we had collapsed, we brought our accomplices together to discuss who the consul should be after the death of Boris V.

And this time, the discussion was visible to all the citizens of Boris, who no longer looked at the chamber of the General Palace through the large window in Meate Square, they sat directly on the ruins of the antechamber, crowded with people watching our discussions, and some of the brave citizens even climbed into the chamber and squatted in a seat to watch us.

Before the meeting, I looked at the chaotic scene in front of me, the collapsed antechamber, the council hall squeezed in by countless low-level civilians, and the solemn General Assembly Palace that I had heard of in my childhood, seemed to be a world of difference, but the cause of all this was not made by myself?

No, no, the authority of the General Palace was beaten into the dust, starting with the child's play of Andrei III, then the coup of Boris V, then his own coup, Bourbon is heading into an abyss that no one knows how, and what is even more terrifying is that it may not have reached the bottom.

After the death of Boris V, who will be the 117th consul? Surely I don't want to do it myself, don't I see that since three years ago, three consuls have died in a row? I don't have the confidence that I will definitely not become the fourth consul to die.

Sometimes, however, things backfire, and in this discussion, because of my outstanding performance in the coup d'état, my co-conspirators unanimously elected governor.

At first, I refused, but when my sons and nephews heard that I was being elected Governor, they immediately became agitated (normally these people without merit could not enter the General Assembly, but after several coups, these rules were all wasted paper) and forced them out of the crowd to persuade me.

The persuasion of my relatives, the "support" of the masses, and the smooth coup d'état, these factors added up, and an inexplicable emotion occupied my mind, and I agreed to their petition, so in full view of everyone, without other ceremonies, I quickly became the 117th consul of Bourbon, Lull IX.

On the second day after I became Luhr IX, I sent a message of the change of consuls to all places, as had been the practice on the previous three occasions, and at noon, following the example of Andrei III and Boris V, hung the body of the former consul – now it was Boris V's turn – on the square and showed it to the various inhabitants of Boris, and then enumerated the follies that Boris V had done during his reign.

Boris V did far more stupid things than Andrei III did – although they weren't necessarily his pot.

Bourbon unemployment, financial bankruptcy, social unrest, and some of the none, all contributed to him, and finally his body was hastily thrown into a mass grave.

It was my happiest day, and I recruited all the members I could find into the General Assembly Palace, a place they had never imagined before, and began to live happily ever after.

However, the situation took a turn for the worse on the third day.

On the third day, bad news came, not to mention the outside world, even the nobles everywhere did not recognize my status as the governor, and even the nobles in the city of Boris jumped out to take charge of me, a common man who committed rebellion - are you guys being funny?

On the fourth day, I convened the first order of the General Assembly Palace since the usurpation of the throne, and as a result, nine-tenths of the members of the General Assembly Palace were absent, and even if one-tenth came, three-quarters of them came in place by servants.

Then, in the afternoon, I issued an order, and one of the culpables of Boris V was not stated, that is, relying too much on the so-called resolutions of the General Palace, returning to the old path of Lul VIII, and in the face of the changing situation, the General Palace in Bourbon is now obsolete, so I declare the General Palace permanently closed, and will be transformed from parliament into the office of the consul.

This order caused an uproar in Boris (which by this time had already been issued by the decree), and the nobles finally jumped out and rebelled against me the next day, so I incited a large number of unemployed vagrants in the city of Boris, and stimulated them to plunder the mansions of the nobles by acknowledging what they had plundered.

However, I provoked the raids of the exiles, but I could not control the direction of the raids, and within two days the raids were completely disorderly, and the mob had already taken part in the rebellion against me, regardless of whether the nobles in front of me had actually participated in the rebellion, and they had used the rebellion as an excuse to plunder them, and then raided their homes.

There are many thugs and worshippers in the mansions of the nobles, and normally the mob cannot enter the mansion, but don't forget two points: first, there are many former soldiers in this group of mobs, and they are very familiar with fighting, far from being comparable to thugs who have never participated in real wars;

As a result, the mansions of the nobles fell one by one, and the wives and daughters of the nobles were in the **** of the mob.

Seeing that the mansions of the great nobles such as Gelmak and Kark were attacked by the mob, I understood that I was going to be finished, and there was no possibility of compromise between me and the nobles.

But at this point, where can I go? There is no way to escape, and I have no way to go when the world is so big. So I sent my guards to plunder a sufficient amount of food, and then locked up the Great Palace, gathered my relatives and friends, and held feasts in the Great Palace day and night until my judgment came.

I believe that the time of judgment is not far off.