I will be crowned king

"Um?!"

The moment the girl's voice sounded, Anson, who was chatting and laughing just a second ago, was shocked. Under William's strange gaze, he almost crushed the beer glass in his hand.

Under the gaze of suddenly shrinking and widening pupils, a girl wearing a top randomly stepped on her heels, holding a tray steadily with her little hands, and jumped towards the two of them.

Anson is a patient, and patients must be taken care of; Mrs. Bogner said that when a loved one is sick, they must be well taken care of. This is what a good girl should do; Lisa is a good girl, so she takes care of Anson. Everything must be done by Lisa...

"well----!!!!"

Looking at the mess on the table and their faces full of shock and embarrassment, the two people didn't know what to do. The girl with wide eyes looked aggrieved:

"Anson has already had breakfast - why didn't he tell Lisa?!"

"Ah this..."

Anson's mind went blank.

"This... it should be because little Lisa was sleeping at the time, right?" Sensing that the atmosphere was a bit tense, William Cecil stood up to smooth things over:

"As an elder brother, Colonel Anson Bach will certainly not disturb little Lisa when she is still sleeping; not to mention that Lisa must be very tired after taking care of her brother for so many days, right?"

"Lisa is not tired!" The girl turned back sharply and glared fiercely at the guy she thought was pretty good a few days ago:

"As long as it's about Anson, Lisa will never be tired - because Lisa is a good girl!"

William, who was blocked, twitched the corner of his mouth, and was shocked to find that his hands and feet were suddenly cold, and cold sweat broke out on his neck and temples unconsciously.

As a gifted person, I was actually...scared by such a cute little girl.

"It's not just because of this, it's still very early." Anson next to him continued to interrupt, trying to confuse the matter:

"And... the main thing is that Colonel William Cecil just invited me to have breakfast with him. As his guest, it's really hard to refuse such hospitality."

I? !

William looked at Anson in shock, his expression full of innocence.

"Well...but...but Lisa has also prepared breakfast for Anson."

Lisa, who looked aggrieved, brought the tray to the two of them: "What should I do?"

William, who was threatened to shut up, held his chest slightly, and glanced at the "Patient Love Breakfast" carefully prepared by the girl from the corner of his eye - freshly cooked, hot coffee that was like boiling mud with milky white bubbles, and overflowing with burnt aroma. , freshly baked whole wheat bread that looks exactly like coal.

After swallowing, William glanced at Anson cautiously... No matter how much he loves his sister, this level of "delicious food" is probably... huh? !

The young naval officer was shocked to find that not only did the other party not show any embarrassment, he even showed some kind of... very happy expression.

This...this, this,this...could it be that this army colonel, who is younger than himself, has some unique eating habits? Or is it that all the Royal Army members are like this, they are always indifferent to food and can survive whatever they eat?

So, no wonder Clovis relied on the army to build his country; although he thought that the navy could also endure hardships and stand hard work, at least in terms of food, it was still inferior to his army brothers!

Holding the coffee that the girl carefully prepared for him, Anson finally let out a relieved sigh... Well, it turned out that he was overthinking it. How could the lovely Lisa do such a horrible and cruel thing?

Although the moment the coffee entered his mouth, his stomach began to wriggle uncontrollably.

With the "tacit cooperation" between the two, the aggrieved Lisa finally stabilized her mood and began to enjoy the canned apples she carried with her in the sea breeze.

William, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, quietly returned to his cabin. When he returned to the restaurant, he had two brand-new glasses and a bottle of brown-red rum in his hands.

"Veneto, the most famous specialty of the Principality of Adland, has this color because caramel juice is added during brewing - ordinary rum only takes one year to brew, and the worst Veneto takes at least three years. "

While showing off, William poured a glass for himself and Anson each: "Although it is very famous, for some reason Adlan people never sell it in large quantities. I commissioned a friend to bring this bottle back three years ago."

Adlan... Anson inadvertently twitched the corner of his mouth, picked up the wine glass and asked casually: "Do you know Adlan's friends?"

"No, you should ask how many Clovis naval officers don't have a friend in Adran."

William chuckled and said, the brown-red liquid in the wine glass in his hand swaying like plasma: "It may be biased to say this, but without the Adlan Fleet, there would be no current Clovis Royal Fleet - after all, the first Royal Family The commander-in-chief of the fleet is an Adlander."

"Oh, what's his name?"

"His name is Calacio Cecil."

Anson Bach: "..."

"Of course, this was almost two hundred years ago, and today's Cecil family is purely Clovis." William, who took a sip of wine and showed his white teeth, shrugged:

"It's just a joke, please don't mind, haha."

Just kidding... Anson forced a smile.

Yes, this William Cecil and Major General Ludwig are indeed not the same kind of people; the Commander-in-Chief never bothered to hide it, and he didn't even bother to pretend; this one seemed to be full of affinity, but was extremely good at it. A sudden "joke" that is extremely harmful to ordinary people, and completely unaware of it.

So he changed the subject: "How many days do we have until we arrive at Beluga Harbor?"

"Under normal circumstances, it would only take thirty days at the earliest, but it's winter now..." William frowned:

"I don't have much experience in winter patrols, and I have never been to Ice Dragon Fjord at this time, but if nothing else happens, it should be one-third to two-thirds longer than normal - of course, this time We are well prepared for departure and there shouldn’t be any need to stop along the way.”

One-third to two-thirds, which means it will take at least forty to fifty days; Anson continued to ask: "Will the normal route still have stops?"

"That's right, most of them will only carry two to three weeks' worth of fresh water and supplies. They will stop at Naxir Kingdom among the three North Sea countries for supplies, and then go to Beluga Port." William affirmed:

"Actually, this is the process of ordinary colonial merchant ships. They first depart from the North Port with Clovis's goods-usually cotton textiles, alcohol and sugar-and then arrive at the three countries of the North Sea to sell two-thirds of the goods and load them. Fill up on the local specialties, then go to Ice Dragon Fjord, sell the last remaining ones, and then do it all over again.”

"A specialty of the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea?" Ansen was a little curious.

"Mainly salt, rare fish, wood and coal."

Taking a sip of rum, William affirmed: "Although the salt from the North Sea is not cheap, it is still cheaper than the cost of transportation from Clovis - in the colonies, it was the hard currency second only to alcohol and sugar. , more valuable than gold."

"To put it bluntly, if the Kingdom of Naxir was not willing to provide bulk salt export trade, it would not be easy to establish Beluga Port, a large colony with tens of thousands of people, in just fifty years. .”

"Oh." Anson raised his eyebrows: "Does this mean that the Ice Dragon Fjord colony relies on Naxil's salt trade to maintain its existence?"

"That's not entirely true. It's more like mutual benefit, right?"

William thought for a moment and hesitated for a few seconds before replying: "In return, Clovis also opened low-tariff imports of wood and coal to Naksil, and even allowed iron ore from the colony to be imported into Naksil."

"Even in the ninety-fifth year of the Saint Calendar, when the three North Sea fleets besieged Beigang during the Beigang riot, Clovis did not break the trade agreement with Naxir - well, although the two sides only faced each other in the end, there was no real Just start a fight."

Anson's expression did not change. He had heard from Sophia about this matter. A battleship was hijacked by rebel sailors and they tried to make Beigang independent. This led to a joint siege by the three North Sea countries and the empire.

The person who finally put an end to the whole incident was a certain Draco Vertes, who looked like a novelist but was actually a troublesome third-rate writer who occasionally pretended to be a detective.

Oh, by the way, I seem to have caught a wanted black magic caster related to him. It is said that he is worth a lot of money and can be awarded the title of "Honorary Citizen of Beigang", but he actually forgot about it.

It seems that when he arrives at Beluga Port, he has to find a way to entrust the navy to run a trip for him, or wait until the next time he returns to North Port to pick it up... Anson thought to himself with a little annoyance.

"So, Clovis has a good relationship with the Kingdom of Naxir?"

"Well... I can only say that the past two years have been okay, and because of Clovis's low-tariff policy, Naxir has been expanding its army and creating border conflicts in the past two years; although it has curbed the empire's alliance with the three North Sea countries to block Clovis's conflict, but also had a considerable impact on trade on the Turbulent Sea.”

William sighed: "Thanks to them, a large number of North Sea refugees followed the merchant ships and flocked to Ice Dragon Fjord. Some stayed there, and some ran away to establish their own colonies... The biggest thing these people have in common is It’s just restless, and the number of bandits and pirate groups has increased in the past two years.”

"It doesn't really matter if they just kill people and buy goods. Anyway, we can never kill all these bugs. But these guys are so trouble-making. They keep provoking the indigenous people and causing a lot of trouble to the various colonies."

"Although the natives of the New World are primitive, they are not fools. The most important thing is that compared with them, we will always be a minority. It is not smart to annoy them before the colonies grow - but to be honest, no matter the colonists are still adventurous There are not many smart people." William suddenly felt a little annoyed:

"I talked to my father about this, and he said the Navy's final conclusion was that unless Clovicon sent an army to the colonies to fundamentally solve the problem once and for all, the matter would drag on forever until a full-scale colony broke out. Until the crisis."

"But the problem is this kind of mission that is close to exile. Which fool in the Wang Family Army would...ah! I'm sorry, I'm definitely not talking about you!"

William, who finally reacted after saying the words, was confused for a moment, and apologized sincerely while dancing: "Just, I just couldn't hold it back for a moment, and as a result..."

"It doesn't matter, you are a good and honest person, I won't blame you." Anson said with a smile without changing his face.

Well, now he finally knew what mission Archbishop Luther Franz had insisted on sending him to the colonies.

Not only the empire's blockade plan, but also the war refugees from the three North Sea countries and the increasing speed of colonial expansion, the entire New World's hostility towards Clovis began to rise rapidly.

Especially after the war against the empire began, the conflicting plans probably skyrocketed with the intensity of the war.

This is not incomprehensible - it is very simple. The Clovis people traveled thousands of miles to the New World to build colonies, not to build new homes hand in hand with the local indigenous people, but purely to covet their resources.

Large fishing grounds, hunting grounds, minerals, timber, cash crops, and even population... In peacetime, everyone can still barely benefit from each other. While eating meat, they leave a little leftovers to the locals, helping them enjoy the material conditions of a more developed society. .

But once the war begins, the country that has lost a lot of blood must be supplemented by external sources, and the wealth of the colonies will be drained at any cost. Even if this is not Clovis's original intention, the desire for wealth will definitely evolve into seizing by any means.

Therefore, Anson Bach's task was simple - to sweep away the indigenous people and suppress the rebellion.

He must integrate the entire Ice Dragon Fjord as quickly as possible, and then extend outward to control those independent or semi-independent autonomous colonies, resist external attacks by indigenous people, and beware of possible blockades from the empire; so that supplies can continue to flow. It continuously flows to the mainland to support the war against the empire.

Of course, it is not easy to do this, at least not as easy as it was in Hantu.

What William Cecil just said has made it very clear. There are not many Clovis people in the New World, and the local indigenous people are the real absolute majority. Simple suppression cannot solve the problem at all, because there are so many enemies. It's impossible to kill them all.

Anson can even make a bold guess. The local private soldiers or colonists in the colonies may have organized suppression countless times and used violence to curb all kinds of conflicts and disturbances, which made the entire colony appear so peaceful in the past few decades.

In other words, if you start suppressing it as soon as you land with your troops, not only will it not solve the problem, it will even intensify the conflict more quickly, causing the furnace that is about to explode to explode in advance.

However, without resorting to violent means, it is impossible to extract enough wealth to sustain the war between empires; colonies that have endured years of oppression will most likely not be easily persuaded with words, allowing them to continue to enjoy the high-intensity blessings of the colonists.

This is what Luther Franz said, a war that is about to be lost!