Coronation.

The word had a very special meaning in the English aristocracy, and Hall did not understand what it had to do with "accepting surrender."

Helena didn't explain much, and mysteriously asked him to change into a formal suit and go to the Houses of Parliament alone.

On his second visit, Hale had time to look at the old palace that held the power of England.

Much more unpretentious than he had imagined, flanked by old, mottled floors and corridors, were small offices with job titles on them.

Under the moderately bright chandelier, a young office clerk wearing a suit and tie walked quietly with gentle steps.

This floor is the office area of the Blue Party's parliamentarians, and there is no executive branch involved, so it is basically the old parliamentarians and the new stars in the party who need to be honed and gilded.

Hall rubbed shoulders with a young mixed-race girl with her hair combed into a ponytail and a smart temperament, and inexplicably thought of the White House intern who climbed into the first lady's bed......

"I'm sorry."

Thinking about it in a divergent way, he accidentally bumped into his arm with a man passing by.

Hall came back to his senses and looked at the young man who apologized to him, with a high hairline, a big nose, thin lips, and a full old Yin Dun temperament...... The face in front of him gradually overlapped with an image in his memory.

"David? Well, I'm sorry, are you Mr. Cameron?" He asked.

Having just graduated from college and still a little handsome, the young man stretched out his hand: "Hello, Lord Hall, do you know me?"

"In Yinton's showroom, you have the honor of having a polo fellowship with Harrow School and winning the victory, and your name is on the list." Hall explained.

As the old saying goes, England doesn't get anywhere in Yinton. At least two out of ten people in the Palace of Westminster graduated from Innton.

As the office floor of the Blue Party, the proportion has to be doubled, and everyone is alumni.

David smiled reservedly: "It was a game that I remember in retrospect, we fought to the last point, and we relied on the magic of one teammate to win."

"That's why it's worth putting in the showroom." Hall chimed in.

"Thank you, Lord Hall, for the compliment, I actually received a special issue from the school last week, and I think the heavy sword you used in the [Honor Duel] deserves to be placed in the center of the showroom."

David exchanged enthusiastic and explicit business blows: "That decisive sword is the embodiment of the spiritual inheritance of the century-old history of Yinton School."

Being touted by a future prime minister, Hall was proud and chatted with him a few more words.

When he said goodbye and left, Hall asked the secretary who showed him the way, "What department does he work in?"

"He hasn't graduated yet, and he's working as an intern at the party's policy research office." The secretary said as he knocked on a withered wooden door carved in the Victorian style.

Hall's thoughts turned, "Is he worth cultivating?"

A "Please come in" came from inside the office, and the secretary pushed open the door and gestured "Yes, he's an excellent intern."

Hall nodded thoughtfully, and walked into the office with a good spirit: "Earl Byron."

The Earl of Byron sat behind a huge wooden desk, bowed his head slightly, without any greetings, and said with a solemn expression: "I am glad to have your arrival, and now I offer you the option of a coronation—a summons." ….

「…… A summons order?" Halton froze in place, confirming incredulously.

This thing can be simply understood as a letter of appointment for a member of the House of Lords, in other words, he is going to be a member of the House of Lords of England?!

In this edifice that controls the entire country, you have a place in the honorific figure of the entire English-speaking world.

Moreover, originally as his illegitimate son, he could not theoretically inherit the title and seat of the House of Lords.

However, according to the jurisprudence of England, although the summons order is only an order issued by the royal family to enter the parliament, in practice, it represents the recognition of the legal status of the noble heir.

All in all, this summons is a solemn coronation

。

"Don't be so surprised, sit down first, and ask any questions." The Earl of Byron's tone was low and steady.

Hall calmed down and said, "Why is it ...... Uh, I mean, I'm only 17 years old and my mother is still a member of the House of Lords...... IMHO, is this an exaggeration. Either way, I don't seem to be able to become a member of the House of Lords."

The Earl of Byron leaned on the table and leaned forward to look at him like a lion: "Do you remember what you said?"

"What?"

"It is incumbent upon our generation to recast the glory of nobility." The Earl of Byron recounted in a subdued tone, "We, the traditional aristocracy, lack a hope, a OneOnly. The 17-year-old member of the House of Lords is the only one."

If it weren't for respect, Hall would have wanted to be a black questionmark face.

The Earl of Byron said to himself, "Your ability and character are the best at the moment, and this is the conclusion I came to the last time we met in the restaurant. That's why Diana came out."

"The declining royal family wanted to do everything in their power to make Diana a public sign, representing both royalty and nobility. In the past, we were even more lonely and let the royal family toss. Now, we want you to get your share back."

"Why are you sure I'm the best candidate, or why am I worth your bet?" Hall's brow furrowed.

The Earl of Byron was silent for a moment: "...... Frankly, I'm not 100% sure that the last time we met, you showed enough ability to be called a good young noble heir, but not unique."

"We intend to nurture you slowly and pave the way for you."

"But the recording you provided later was so dazzling that some of us in the interior couldn't wait and were desperate to put your crown on it right away. Viscount Astor, for example, I've heard what he's done to you, and there are a lot of people like him."

The corners of Hall's mouth curled, and he said mockingly, "For their own benefit."

"You have a choice." The Earl of Byron reminded.

Hall was noncommittal, and instead asked, "I didn't have the recording when you asked Diana to pave the way for me, and at that point, you were sure you could win this political game?"

"Oh, yes, we and our opponents know exactly which side will win this political game."

Earl Byron watched his expression change and continued, "Are you wondering why they took the initiative to provoke a struggle when they knew they would lose? In that recording, the Blues stormed the House of Commons last year, and the two parties, the Freedom and Democracy, which had been struggling to survive, could no longer live at all, and had to merge." ….

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Your grandfather was an old friend when he was alive." Byron raised his voice and said to his back.

Hale paused and turned back, "So, can I change the occasion for the coronation, my own favorite?"

"It's your right."

…………

Although it is unpleasant to have no choice but to accept the surrender of the enemy, the spoils of war for the victorious side are very rich.

The female prime minister can lead her die-hard followers to continue their political ambitions, with the Blues gaining seats in parliament from the left-wing bloc and a large number of "own people" moving into executive branch positions.

Viscount Astor, for example, finally got the opportunity he wanted to enter politics, even if it was only a position in HMRC's estate tax department that he had snatched from the far left, and it was a lot more than the wallet of a mere Blue Party behind the scenes.

Moreover, with his status, the inheritance tax department can effectively encircle the withering traditional aristocratic forces in the party, and this stage is enough for him to accumulate strength.

While political interests are closely exchanged, business interests are also being redistributed.

The allies paid the most attention to the Hall family, who had contributed the most and stabbed the sword.

The Hall family would receive a technology patent project from the British Steel Corporation's commercial bargain, and it was well known that knowledge was not worth the same amount to different people.

Ms. Helena decided to buy the patented technology for 60 million pounds and sell it to a consortium of banks in South Africa at a conscientious price, with the expectation that the floating profit could be doubled by two cups.

Compare the billions of pounds of wealth accumulated by seven generations of the Hall family, and you can see what an exaggerated piece of fat this is.

However, Helena doesn't have much to think about making money for the time being, and she has to prepare for a grand coronation for her son.

On March 20, Leeds United's acquisition was completed, and Hall personally attended the signing ceremony and press conference. ….

The next day, a new round of public opinion swept through England again, Lord Hugo Hall's righteous character that defied evil, the knightly move to save his hometown team, and the financial manipulation of the young genius......

The populace forgot about the details of the short-cut leek, the locker room scandal, and only felt that a signature British aristocrat was rising, and his light would shine in Europe.

Johnson, special editor of the satirical magazine Tributary at Oxford University, wrote again: "Hugo Hall takes over the halo of Princess Diana as a representative of the new generation of aristocracy? No, it's transcendence! Representatives of the nobility? No, it's the leader! 》

…………

"Leader? Congratulations."

In his office at Leeds United, Chaplin listened to a TV news anchor reciting a satirical magazine article in an entertaining tone.

"It's ironic." He said.

Hall sat behind his desk with his hands folded and his chin propped up: "You like to stand by the window with your back to someone?"

"I do it when I can't control my emotions." Chaplin turned, "Victor, what did you ask me to meet?"

Hall shrugged, "It's okay, just wanted to talk to you." I have tasted the fruits of the winner, but what price have you paid as a loser?"

"I had to leave the country, give up everything I had for the last few decades, and immigrate to the United States in ashes for the rest of my life."

"It's not enough."

「…… I know what you want to hear, yes, I lost a dear friend, and I killed him."

Hall asked sincerely, "Why didn't you die?"

"The big guys didn't dare let me die, my best friends all had the knives to slaughter them, and of course I did."

Chaplin's expression darkened, suppressing the pain, "Honestly, that's just what they thought. In fact, I have no amulet, only a dear friend who is willing to take care of everything, and I will live in remorse and guilt for the rest of my life, praying for him every day."

"I can send you to him and help you out." Hall couldn't bear to see such a deep friendship.

Chaplin's expression froze, and he muttered, "...... I'm afraid to die, you know, Alcott has always been cowardly, but he ended up being a warrior. I've always been

He was bold, but now he is a coward."

"No, he's not a warrior, he's just a stubborn and pious martyr."

Hall lit a cigar and slowly exhaled the smoke: "Martyrs need respect, and the source of the incident is the best respect I can think of."

"Fack! Why do you have to force me, tell you clearly, I have countless black materials in my hands, and the big guys are reluctant to let me die! What if you win, there are no losers in this chess game, everyone is happy, isn't it?! ……」

Hall let Lukka drag the collapsed Chaplin out of the office, refill the cup with tea, mix it with an appropriate amount of milk, and stir it well with a silver spoon, and a layer of milk foam appears on top.

Twist a thumb sandwich and put it in your mouth and chew it slowly.

He sank into the soft office chair, turned out the window, stretched, and greedily enjoyed the warm sun.

"There are losers, otherwise how can I win." He concluded.

…………….

On the morning of March 30, the British Steel Commercial Eucalyptus hearing ended.

In the afternoon, the new club officially took charge of Leeds United's first game, facing Manchester United.

Elland Road Stadium hosted a grand celebration two hours earlier, forcing nearly 50,000 spectators into the stadium, swinging waves and singing songs.

Players enter the stadium and players run out of the aisle.

"Ready? Armor! Quick, armor!" There was too much noise outside the arena, and Walker and White stood in the waiting area shouting at the top of their lungs.

Hall stood up, his face as calm as water, and his arms outstretched, and the two royal ceremonial officers commanded five assistants, a total of seven to help him put on dozens of pounds of 15th-century Maximi company cavalry plate armor.

Walker leaned into his ear and shouted, "Don't be nervous, brother, enjoy, enjoy, this is your crowning. God is with you at this moment!"

"God, does she have a bomber?"

Hol pulled down his mask, clumsily raised his hand and tapped on the breastplate, and the other two ceremonial officers pulled out a thoroughbred horse wearing a pendant and plate armor.

Outside the venue, when the field was completely hot, the DJ shouted with all his strength: "Next, he is the rising star of the school, he is the genius of the financial market, he is the eighth generation heir of the Hall family, he is the hope and glory of the aristocracy, he is the youngest member of the House of Lords...... Welcome, H.E. Hugo Hall......

"Hum!"

After many days of media rendering, fans who regard the new owner as a savior burst out with the strongest decibel since the opening.

"Hum!"

A detonation was heard in the sky, and a "Victor" strategic bomber and two Tornado fighters streaked across the sky.

In the tunnel of the players, Hall held a spear that lit a flame, bent down, clamped the spear, and slowly accelerated to the other end of the court.

"Attack! Offensive! Attack!"

Under the guidance of the DJ, the noise disappeared, and nearly 50,000 people shouted feverishly to attack.

Hall's blood was burning as he saw familiar faces sitting in the first row of seats on the pitch at the end of his vision.

The Earl of Byron in politics, Viscount Astor in the media, the declining Earl Roger, the Duke of Westminster, the father of Sabella, Viscount Gloucester, ...... There is Her Majesty the Queen, who sits in the center, and the two party leaders behind her.

With his legs between his legs and tightening his reins, the horse's front hooves raised high under his hips, he threw with all his strength a spear that lacked flames, symbolizing fire.

"Ahh Everyone in the front row was in an uproar.

Bodyguards hidden in the corners, and all the media reporters in the English-speaking world, panicked about the scene beyond the rehearsal.

Hale harnessed his horses and continued forward amid the shouts of attack, drawing his spear from the lawn, and then drawing the sword of Catina at his waist that should have been struck on his shoulder.

Facing the crowd, then lifting it up to the sky.

With a smile on her lips that had not changed for thousands of years, the queen stood up and applauded, followed by the big names following suit.

Reporters frantically captured the history-making coronation at this moment, and the atmosphere reached its very highest, on the Elland Road Stadium

Brilliant fireworks bloom in the sky.

Helena looked at the sky, the darkness she had experienced, and now it was time to bloom.

She looked further away......

…………….

"1917-1988, Henry Alcott, . . . P.」

Chaplin stroked the tombstone and looked into the distance for a moment. Then he took off his pants, aimed at the tombstone, held his breath until his face turned red, and finally just shrugged his hips.

"Phew."

He lifted his pants and spat at the mouth: "Old man, you have been cowardly all your life, why do you have to be brave in the end?"

He looked at his watch, got into the car, started the car, and sped down the winding road for a flight to Canada at five o'clock in the afternoon, and he couldn't delay it.

On the car radio, the "Fifth Piano Concerto", also known as the emperor, was excited and cheerful, just like Chaplin's mood at the moment.

Others thought he would go to New York, but in fact, Canada went to Alaska, and let those *** eat their own!

The music is getting more and more cheerful, and the speed is getting more and more cheerful......

"Peng!"

The car crashed into a curve and burst into flames.

"Kazhi!" An old Ford tire stopped on the side of the road with a locked lock, followed by two strong men.

「…… Have peers? Luca, is this our job?" One of them looked at the raging flames and said speechlessly.

Another strong man touched his back with his hand: "Withdraw first."

"Don't be nervous, we're kindred spirits, but I have to say, your work is a bit rough. Look at it and study it well."

A Toyota pulled up next to the two men, and a man with long hair and a shawl and a white coat came down, holding a submachine gun in his hand: "Do you want to go, I have work to do."

Luca and his companions retreated into the car in a defensive manner.

The man in the white coat clenched the cross on his chest: "May God forgive every lamb who dares to provoke the wrath of the Great Mother."

As he spoke, he pulled the bolt of the gun, stepped forward without hurry, aimed at the burning car, and fired wildly at the hideous and frightened faces in the car: "Da Da Da...... Execute the traitors, glory to England!".

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