I will be crowned king

Friedrichstrasse, Royal Military Academy, 8:30.

When Anson got off the cab, the little Alan Dawn was already standing outside the gate, and he had obviously been waiting for a long time.

Perhaps it was his smart black formal suit and the leather bag in his arms that played a role. The guard outside the door seemed to regard him as a new student and did not pay too much attention.

The bright-eyed young man immediately noticed Anson's figure and walked forward quickly with his leather bag in both hands: "Good morning, His Excellency Anson Bach!"

"Good morning." Anson smiled a little reluctantly. He was still not used to his "secretary" now: "You came very early."

"Oh, of course!"

Holding the obviously heavy leather bag with all his strength, Alan Dawn nodded solemnly and said: "Although the agreed time is 10:30 am, my working hours are from 7 am to 9 pm. As you are loyal and Responsible subordinate, it is my duty to arrive before you, not after.”

"More importantly, I have very important good news and I must inform you as soon as possible!"

"good news?"

Looking at the iconic attentive smile on the young man's face, Anson subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, after the hard work of many people last night, the budget for the Storm Group has been initially approved." Allen said solemnly: "After many negotiations with Archbishop Franz, the total number has been increased from six thousand It’s fifteen thousand gold coins!”

so much? !

Even though he had known for a long time that the Franz family was extremely wealthy, Anson, who looked surprised, couldn't help but be speechless in his heart.

"This money will be opened in an account at Clovis Cathedral in the name of both the Church of Order and the Privy Council, and will be allocated in three installments." Probably because the bag in his hand was too heavy, the smiling boy leaned forward slightly. :

"But dear Lord Anson Bach, this is not even the biggest surprise for you!"

As he spoke, the vigilant young man stood up on tiptoes in front of Anson, used a hand with a red mark to cover his mouth, lowered his voice and looked at Anson mysteriously: "You know...the person in charge of this account and budget Who is it?"

Before Anson could speak, a slightly excited Allen couldn't wait to reveal the answer:

"It's Miss Sophia Franz!"

"..." Anson.

The silent Ansen stared at the young man in front of him, but he never saw even a little bit of schadenfreude in his expression and eyes, as if he was really happy for himself.

After nearly half a minute, Anson took a deep breath and couldn't help but said: "...Are you sure this is good news?"

"Of course!" Allen nodded heavily: "The eldest daughter of the Franz family is personally responsible for your budget issues. This marks your status in the heart of Archbishop Luther and has become an important confidant of the Franz family. !”

"…Is this important?"

"It is very important, respected Lord Anson Bach; with the protection of the Franz family, you are destined to be successful in the Kingdom of Clovis." Allen's expression was very certain:

"As your clerk, your career future will always be my top concern; your loyal Alan Dawn will pay close attention to any opportunity that can help you climb up and notify you as soon as possible!"

Anson simply didn't know what to say.

He actually understood Luther Franz's reason for doing this - as a person suspected of the Old Gods, the Archbishop had never intended to trust him from the beginning, and this "distrust" was completely unfounded. It's completely on the surface without hiding it.

As the supreme commander of this army, he has absolute command and appointment power over the entire army, but every decision must go through his "loyal secretary", and every budget must be approved by Fran. Miss Sophia Franz, the eldest daughter of the family.

Under such "double protection", it is impossible for every move he makes to escape the eyes of Archbishop Luther. As long as he has the slightest idea of ​​​​letting this army serve the black mage...

Well, Anson is basically sure that there is no need for the Archbishop to take action personally. The noble and beautiful Miss Sophia Franz is definitely very happy to use this opportunity to avenge her private revenge.

Although this method is a bit explicit, it is hard to believe that a Archbishop would be so cautious; but Anson doesn't hate it, he even likes it.

The shadow left by the copywriting work in his previous life, Anson did not dislike the conditions written in black and white by Party A. The real horror was the temporary verbal revision suggestions.

After discussing the budget and chatting outside the door for a while, the two finally walked into the Royal Military Academy and headed towards the end of the straight tree-lined avenue.

"While it's still early, please allow me to discuss the next schedule with you." Allen took out a file from the heavy leather bag as he walked:

"The Army's announced office hours are from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m., and only during this time are all written applications allowed to the Army; and during these five hours, the office hours of the department responsible for subsidy approval are from 10 a.m. to 11 o’clock, after which all unofficial applications will be stopped.”

"So Mr. Anson Bach, we only have one hour, or to be more precise, only half an hour to get your subsidy approval, and they will use various means to delay and obstruct, and even use intimidation to prevent it... But that is not a problem .”

"Okay." Anson subconsciously took the document from the other party's hand.

"Next, you need to get your graduation certificate from the Royal Military Academy." Looking at Anson with diligent eyes, the young man continued:

"Although this certificate is no longer as important to you now as it was in the past, it is still a stepping stone for many places, especially officers' clubs. After all, the military is the second most qualified place in the world."

"Second qualifications..." Anson turned around and looked at the young man in confusion: "Then where is the first place?"

"The civil servants of the church and the Privy Council, the two are tied for first place!" Allen replied happily.

Anson resisted the urge to complain and chose to remain silent without saying a word.

"Also, although we all know that you made the right decision to join the church, it is still possible that the military academy, which is closely related to the army, will regard it as a betrayal and seize your diploma...but that is still not a problem."

"Finally, there are negotiations with the Military Academy - forming a new infantry regiment requires a large number of outstanding officers. If we can get support from the Royal Military Academy in this regard, it will get twice the result with half the effort... But for you, this is still not a problem! "

"...So what's the problem?" Anson finally couldn't help but ask.

"No!"

Alan Dawn, who looked attentive, stopped in front of Anson, turned around and looked at him with great energy:

"There is no enemy ahead of you!"