Crown of Chaos

Anaheim Family, Office.

Manakone-Anaheim sat in his seat and arranged tasks one by one.

"Warnemunde!"

"exist."

"Collect supplies immediately, I need more ordnance!"

"yes."

"Kiel?"

"exist."

"It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but it takes a moment to use it. It's time for Anaheim's private army to come in handy."

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

"Mirvik?"

"My subordinate is here!"

"For the investment in the Order of the Purple Dragon and the Navy to continue, I need a more detailed list of those who can be trusted."

"clear."

Each subordinate quickly left the room after receiving the task. Manakorn was always concise and to the point and never sloppy. The young head of the Anaheim family has always had this style.

Efficient, ruthless, and precise judgment made Manakorn famous among the noble circles of Sousal.

It is precisely because of this that the deceased husband of the Crown Princess, Caspar, has always regarded Manakorn as his confidant. Duke Caspar called Manakorn his "friend" more than once and believed that the man was the one who regained the regency for him. The best hope for the position.

After arranging all the things, Benn Shenzi sat in his seat. He took out a framed portrait from the drawer. Manakorn leaned on the soft back of the chair and silently scanned it with his fingers. photo frame.

In the photo frame is a handsome, modest, black-haired man, wearing well-tailored and elegant clothes. His expression is serious to the point of being cold, but the aura of strength and firm belief exuding from him can always infect many people. .

"Father." God Son Ben muttered his father's name silently. His fingertips wearing white ceremonial gloves brushed his father's kind face, and his mind couldn't help but recall the memories of the past.

That was a few years ago.

"Manna, my son, have you ever thought about trying to participate in politics?" The majestic man in the photo frame is asking his son with interest in the secret room.

"Huh? Me?" When his son was shocked, he immediately panicked.

His father is very terrible. Many of his priests are willing to fight to the death with their enemies, but are extremely afraid of meeting him. He is an extremely cruel and cruel god with a surly personality. Any believer who fails to meet his expectations will be punished in the most terrible way.

However, my father is a very generous and charismatic leader. As long as he is satisfied, he will never be stingy with rewards.

Those who follow me will prosper, those who go against me will perish.

There is always an infectious energy about Him, and it seems that as long as you follow Him, there is nothing you can't accomplish.

Is He testing Himself?

"Let me ask you, Manna, are you willing to enter politics? If you are so inclined, I can ask the Zhentarim to arrange for you to go to Amn or the Sword Coast, or you can run for election in Zhentil Keep."

"Father, I, how can I run for election as a member of Parliament? I am just an inconspicuous one of your descendants. It is more appropriate for Brother Xiweim to take on such an important task."

"Xivem? Hey, Manna, who will be a member of the parliament right out of the womb? If you don't understand, you can learn."

"I...Father, I think that maybe it is more appropriate for me to continue to be an arms dealer than to become a parliamentarian. Moreover, Father, you have worked hard to design this identity for me. Don't you need me to continue to work in Anahai?" Do you want to exert influence within the Mu family?"

"Okay, my son, do you plan to help the Zhentarim as an arms dealer?"

"Yes, father, it is up to you to eliminate the chaos, cowardice and hypocrisy in the world, and I will serve you with all my strength as Anaheim."

"I understand, since this is your decision, then do it well."

The young son then left with relief. When he came out of the temple, his back was soaked with sweat.

The memory ends here.

Divine Son Benn narrowed his eyes, and the light outside the window fell on his face. His evil and arrogant handsome face was both thankful and scared, but also a little sad.

His father has died, and he has said before that he does not intend to participate in politics, but after all, the blood of tyranny flows in his body.

Is this a choice of fate or a prophecy of blood?

"Dong~dong~dong~" The knock on the door disrupted Manakorn's thoughts.

"Please come in!"

A well-dressed middle-aged man opened the door. His name was Helmut Kohl. He was Manakorn's most trusted secretary and was completely loyal to him.

Helmut was in his forties but not fifty. He was slightly fat and short. When he saw Manakorn holding a photo of the Father of Darkness in his hand, he tried to ask: "Your Highness?"

"Helmut, do you know that my dream was just to replace brother Ichiatu-Xvim and become the number one son of God under my father? I never thought that he would be so powerful. Such a great father will one day fall."

Manakorn-Anaheim put down the photo frame and sneered: "However, after meeting these gods in the mortal world, Helmut, don't you think your father is much greater than them?"

"Mortals are just a bunch of stupid lambs. They can't do anything at all. They can only hold each other back. Just like the sea relies on the captain to sail, humans also need a leader as strong and powerful as a father...that is me! Manakorn sneered disdainfully: "Only by concentrating your efforts can you accomplish great things. Father expects everyone to perform their duties!"

"Yes...so, Your Highness, what are you going to do with Duke Caspar?" Helmut Cole asked.

"Hmm..." Thinking of Duke Casper, Manakorn frowned.

At present, a large number of nobles and knights have turned to their side, which is good news.

However, the question is here, are the nobles and knights loyal to themselves as the son of Bane?

No, they were loyal to the crown princess's husband, Duke Casper, who was supposed to take over as regent of the kingdom.

If I tell them: I want you to rebel against Cormyr, these nobles and knights will change hands and tie you up and send you to the gallows in the palace.

So Son of God Benn has always said: I want you to help Duke Caspar rebel against the Princess Regent.

Everyone can accept this.

Everyone is Cormier’s loyal minister!

After all, he is doing a backdoor listing, not to mention that what he wants is to rule a powerful Cormyr, not a ruin.

Someone had previously proposed sabotage behind the scenes to deliberately cause Ms. Raul's expedition to fail. Manakorn scolded her for this reason. Ms. Raul's failure was not in his interest. On the contrary, he could use her.

If I can return as a hero of the kingdom in this war, then the next step can be...

"As for Caspar, when the time comes to use this to get rid of the regent princess, we will also banish him for the crime of aiding civil strife, give him a piece of land, and let him be his country noble." Manakorn sighed. , he played with the dragon head glass bottle in his hand.

The vaporized liquid in the glass bottle is surging.

"The crime of aiding in civil strife? But Your Highness, Duke Caspar is the husband of the Crown Princess after all. If... please make up your mind!" Helmut thought for a moment and shook his head: "Otherwise, it will be trouble after all."

"I know, but...he is the one who calls me a friend after all. We have worked closely together. Even according to my father's creed, loyal people should be rewarded." Manakorn hesitated again and again, but still rejected He Ermut's proposal: "Kings should be like kings, nobles should be like nobles, free men should be like free men, and serfs should be like serfs. This is my father's creed and it is mine."

"Moreover, when I participate in the Arabelle Liberation Army, I also need him to maintain the relationship between the nobles and the navy. You tell him that he needs to chair the meetings before and after the Green Grass Festival."

"yes!"

…………

On the other side, Aaron is also busy preparing for the expedition.

What did not surprise him was that the eldest lady Charlotte also strongly expressed her intention to participate in the Battle of Arabelle. Aaron had been mentally prepared for this. Seeing that Alice Searle had no objection, Aaron agreed with Charlotte. Special requirements to participate in the war.

But when the eldest daughter asked to live in Aaron's house on the grounds of "getting ready before the war," Aaron immediately refused.

Su Lun, please, if my sister really moves in, will I still need to train?

You must know that Miss Pastor has lived in the master bedroom openly since the New Year, and does shameful things with Aaron all day long. If Charlotte moves in, it would be strange for Miss Pastor not to explode, and it would not be in line with Aaron. Interests.

In the end, Charlotte's request to move in was politely rejected by Aaron, which made the eldest lady very angry.

Then there is the matter with the Purple Dragon Knights. When they heard that Aaron planned to join the Arabelle Liberation Army, many people came to him and wanted to join the Liberation Army with him.

Among them, the two Purple Dragon knights were the most active. They were Hafur, the son of Susar Shipping Minister, and Norrington, the descendant of the knight noble from Arabelle. If you still remember, they and Aaron both accepted the Purple Dragon at the same time. A new knight trained by knights.

The former of the two Purple Dragon Knights is hungry for military glory, while the latter is eager for revenge.

In the Purple Dragon Knights, there are a large number of new knights with similar desires. When they hear that there is a war, they are like sharks smelling blood, rushing to join the Liberation Army.

Aaron thought to himself that different levels of thinking tend to have different ways of thinking.

As the top regent, she has to think from the overall situation. Alice Sayre believes that going to war is a gamble. If she can win everything, it will be okay. If she loses, thousands of civilians will die. She Unwilling to use the lives of civilians as a bargaining chip, she would rather endure the humiliation for a few years and wait until the country's strength is restored and the victory is stable before sending troops.

Needless to say, Ms. Raul's motivation as a high-ranking official was that she had lost almost everything in the Goblin War. She just wanted to regain her territory or die.

The middle-level knights and nobles like Aaron are full of military achievements, long for fiefdoms, and long for promotion. For them, if there is war, there is a head, and if there is a head, there is military merit. Many knights and nobles are eager to fight every day, because Only then can there be room for improvement. As for the lives of citizens and political chess, they don't care, and they don't really want to understand.

As for the soldiers and mercenaries at the bottom? Fighting is work, selling their lives in exchange for remuneration is their life. As for their inner demands, who cares?

Naturally, both University President Leonard and Second Senior Disma intend to participate in this war. The difference is that University President Leonard intends to act with the paladins of the Church of Justice - he is originally Thom's saint. warrior.

It is difficult for Disma to say which god he believes in specifically. This guy who is not afraid of anything and everything finally plans to follow Aaron under the arrangement of mentor Lucian.

Disma seems to have advanced to a special profession. The second senior now fights extremely fiercely. The swords in his hands are both good at head-to-head duels. He also seems to have understood the essence of the ranger, "good at terrain sneak attacks." Disma has understood " "Sneak attack power", that is, when facing any enemy who is not prepared or has not discovered him, every attack of the second senior will add magic damage, and the damage he causes will also leave thorn-like laceration wounds on the enemy. The enemy will be unable to heal in a short period of time, and the effect of healing magic and magic will be greatly reduced.

The second senior also ordered a shotgun heavy fire blunderbuss from the dwarf master craftsman Fujar, specially used for close combat.

It can be seen that the second senior is not only full of confidence in this war, but also can't wait.

At the end of January, Aaron and Disma took care of some chores and came out of the blacksmith shop in Foujar. Disma got his own shotgun heavy fire gun "Beast Hunting Gun" as he wished, a rare and extraordinary weapon.

The second senior student kept playing with his favorite weapon, and he had a rare smile: "Junior brother, the craftsman you recommended is good in craftsmanship and the price is affordable. It's very good."

"I think it would be great if you could spend some money to buy yourself some clothes that fit you." Aaron looked at Disma's thick patchwork animal skin jacket and saw that the jacket was worn in many places. It had rough edges, and the stitching fasteners of the hide looked like dog bites in many places. He couldn't help but complain: "I've been worried that you and Foujar would get into a fight."

"It doesn't matter what you wear. How can professionals like us be afraid of the cold?" Disma shook his head in disdain.

Hey hey hey, your words have scolded my girlfriend and sister!

Aaron shook his head speechlessly. After thinking for a while, he simply took some strong medicine: "Senior, your appearance is actually pretty good, but you are just too slovenly. You won't please girls like this!"

"Damn it! Tempus, why should I please girls..." Disma immediately showed a very impatient expression. He was about to retort, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, and the second senior student immediately shut his mouth. , snorting, eyes wandering.

Maybe what my junior said makes sense?

He seems to understand women very well. Should I ask for advice sometime?

Disma opened his mouth, but there was no way he could speak on this matter. He could only hold it in for a long time, and finally managed to say: "Are you hungry?"

"I haven't..."

"No, you're hungry." Before Aaron could finish speaking, Disma immediately said firmly: "Since you're hungry, go and eat. Let's go. After all, you are also an introducer. I know the rules."

"I……"

In this way, Aaron was dragged directly into a restaurant in the slums by Disma. In order to show that he was generous, Disma ordered a large bowl of stewed pork for Aaron. It cost 3 silver coins, and Disma ordered it. My favorite pork belly stewed with soybeans, stacked together fatly.

Aaron looked like he had no appetite at all, but Disma ate it sweetly and with big mouthfuls. He was still a little confused: "Why don't you eat it? Didn't the smelly old man teach you? We are knights and we have to eat this kind of meat. , the best fit for us.”

After saying that, he specially cut a large piece of particularly fat meat and stuffed it into Aaron's bowl with a fork. The thick white fat meat was shaking, and the juice flowed down the surface of the fat meat.

"Uh..." Aaron was forced by Disma to take one bite, and lard overflowed from between his teeth, smelling like pig.

He reluctantly swallowed a little. Seeing that he accepted his kindness, Disma knew that Aaron must also like to eat big fat meat. He thought to himself that I am better at taking care of my junior. After all, we have the same mentor.

Just when Disma was about to use this to start the topic of "women", a voice quickly approached.

"Aaron!" Cousin Robert from the Adventurer's Guild trotted over excitedly: "Why do you come to a place like this to eat?"

"I..." Aaron was still fighting against the fat in his stomach.

"Hey, forget about it, Aaron, I have a request, a lifetime request!" Robert held Aaron's hand excitedly.

"This time in the Battle of Arabelle, please let me fight with you!"

"Look at us two brothers going to kill those damn orcs!"

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