I will be crowned king

For a port city with a population of only tens of thousands, any rumor or incident would spread at an alarming speed once it appeared. Before evening, the news of the arrival of the garrison had spread throughout Beluga Port.

Of course, this also included Anson's "Great Journey" speech, which was transmitted orally to everyone's ears by the audience present, and became the talk of all pubs and tables at an alarming speed, making the white people in the ice and snow Whale Harbor suddenly became very lively.

In contrast, the Beluga Harbor Council was completely unprepared and in complete chaos.

As the actual power holders of Beluga Port, this group of people had a very contradictory attitude towards Anson Bach and the Storm Division under his command; on the one hand, the colony was facing severe internal and external pressure, indigenous riots and intrusions from other colonies, which forced Beluga Port must have an armed force with considerable combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

However, the sudden appearance of an organized army that is not under its own control will destroy the balance of power within Beluga Port and will definitely take away a large amount of funds... This is what the Beluga Port Council does not want to see.

Regardless of whether they want it or not, this army is destined to come - even though the colony is actually in a semi-independent state, it does not yet have the strength and courage to truly provoke the mainland.

That's why they organized a grand welcome ceremony and invited Anson to organize an impromptu speech; the purpose was to take advantage of the other party's lack of preparation and to prevent him from stepping down.

In this way, they could take advantage of the local snakes and provide "all kinds of help" to Anson, who knew nothing about the colony. It would be best to win over several of his subordinates and let them lead the army to side with the White Whale Port Assembly.

The fact turned out to be far beyond their expectations. Not only was Anson Bach not ignorant, he was well prepared!

Even the garrison commander is not satisfied with military power at all, and wants to put his hand directly into the parliament's plate - build factories, open up wasteland, support manufacturing, fishery and shipping industries...

This is not the garrison commander, he clearly thinks of himself as the governor of Beluga Port!

And all the measures he mentioned are actually very tempting for the current Beluga Port; not to mention those steel plants and military factories, fishery resources and ocean shipping have always been the most important economic pillars of Beluga Port.

If Anson Bach can really recruit a fleet to protect the fishing grounds and routes, Beluga Port will definitely be happy to see it; and the fleet commander William Cecil and his fleet present that day are enough to prove that the garrison commander is not talking nonsense. Nonsense, he was sure of it.

The direct result of this was that before they even started to win over the Stormtroopers, the Beluga Harbor Council itself split first - under all the extravagant "pictures", the 500-member Council was directly divided into three and fell into Endless quarrels and commotions.

Facing the internal strife among his own people, Speaker Harold, who was originally confident of victory, was completely at a loss for what to do; the stormtroopers who landed directly left the port and headed for the station that had been prepared for them.

This military camp is located on a slope on the east side of Beluga Harbor. It is far away from the harbor and can overlook the entire Beluga Harbor. It also has a passing river as a water source. The geographical location is very good and it is indeed a pretty good place to stay. .

The only problem is that due to some well-known financial reasons, the entire military camp is empty except for the outer earth fortress, a headquarters that looks like a colonial-style villa and dozens of stone barracks.

There was no dissatisfaction among the Stormtroopers - after two months of sailing, not to mention the barracks, even the stables were comparable to a top-notch hotel for these people.

As for Anson himself, although he is quite dissatisfied with the headquarters, the situation is already as it is now, and he can only consider renovating and rebuilding the entire military camp in the future.

After some tidying up, the Storm Division and some crew members of the fleet finally settled down temporarily in the camp.

Under the gaze of a group of officers who were full of concerns and wanted to ask 10,000 questions, Anson was led into the bedroom by Thalia, and then locked the square door with his backhand.

Of course, this is mainly to prevent some unnecessary accidents - after all, no matter how loyal he is, the Storm Master, as a believer in the Ring of Order, cannot really be indifferent to the Old God Sect. A "shady" thing in the sense.

After more than a month of "repeating questions", Anson has accumulated a lot of experience and memories of other conjurers. After eliminating a lot of meaningless and repetitive content, the rest is enough for him to try to hit the fifth place of spell casters. stage.

He needs to create his own magic.

Originally, Anson didn't take this seriously at all. After all, the concept of "five major stages" itself had very little meaning; instead of wasting time on this, it would be better to answer two more questions.

But Thalia, who had been urging Anson to make progress, went out of her way this time and cautiously reminded Anson that it was best to pay serious attention to this stage and think carefully about what kind of magic he wanted to create.

"...Dear Anson, this is not only related to the direction of your future evolution, but also to the deepening of your understanding of magic. Among all the steps, this is the only link that poor Thalia cannot help."

"...Many false believers regard the 'distortion of reality' at the core of spell magic as a magic trick. This is an extremely superficial and completely wrong idea; it is more like 'creating' reality than distortion."

"And some of the conjurers Thalia knows, they...hehe...probably feel that what they create is not even reality."

"...but the world."

This is the benefit of having an absolutely selfless mentor. Otherwise, if Anson is left to fumble alone, at his current speed, it will take about thirty or forty years to reach the edge of the blasphemous mage - this is also the average of the old road spellcasters. level.

After all, since the core of the three major magics is "evolution", then there will naturally be failures in evolution; with an excellent mentor by your side to teach carefully, at least in the early stage, more than 80% of the mistakes can be avoided.

After answering a large number of questions, the next thing to do is to continue to answer questions while trying to extract some of the spells from the memories that have been mastered to learn and master them, and then learn about various "distorted realities" through a lot of practice. way, while expanding the material and strengthening a deeper understanding of spell magic.

The best way in this regard is of course to try a few actual combats. After all, combat is also one of the ways to speed up evolution and learning; and Ansem's current fighting style... in Thalia's words, "is more like a blood mage."

It is also a helplessness of having too little magic.

After unilaterally rejecting Thalia's suggestion to be a "sparing partner", Anson believed that he still needed to strengthen his strength in solving questions first. It was too early to truly face the Old God Sect of the new world, and he had to master at least ten types. Only after the spell magic.

The two of them worked hard on the questions until late at night, until there was a gentle knock on the door outside.

Anson, who was dressed neatly in formal attire, opened the door. The trembling little clerk still kept knocking on the door. His expression looked hesitant and hesitant. At the same time, he tried his best to keep his eyes on Anson's face to ensure that his peripheral vision would not pass through his. The body sees the picture in the room.

So Anson smiled slightly: "Is something wrong?"

"Yes!" The little secretary nodded repeatedly:

"You have a guest!"

"who?"

"Ha... Speaker Harold!"

Ten minutes later, Anson, who had put on his military coat again, accompanied by the little secretary, came to the living room of the headquarters.

Speaker Harold was sitting on the sofa with a stooped posture. He was still leaning on the cane and smoking his pipe. There was a trace of exhaustion on his cheek that was held on his chest.

Even though a warm fireplace had been lit in the living room, the figure curled up on the sofa was still trembling slightly.

When he saw Anson coming, he did not stand up to greet him as energetically as he did during the day. Instead, he slowly put his cane aside. While taking off the pipe from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, his bloodshot eyes were always looking at him with his peripheral vision. figure.

Seeing this, Anson stepped forward quickly and greeted the other party with a smile: "Sorry to keep you waiting for so long."

"Sit down quickly, Colonel Anson Bach." Harold raised his head weakly, his voice hoarse to the extreme:

"I just finished a very heated meeting, stopped at least ten congressmen who almost came to blows, rushed to your military camp on horseback, and stood in the heavy snow for another thirty minutes... So please forgive me, I really can't. I have the strength to chat with you."

"Want something to drink?"

Anson, who sat down, still exchanged pleasantries, and the little clerk behind him immediately turned around and left, heading to the wine cabinet at the headquarters.

"Just a cup of hot water."

Harold responded casually, and then sighed deeply: "Can I ask why you do this?"

"Do this?"

Anson was stunned and showed an extremely confused expression: "What did I do?"

"You..." Trying his best to resist the urge to rush forward and hit someone, Harold looked exhausted:

"It's the...speech you gave today. Don't you think there is anything wrong with it?"

"No, what do you think?"

The sincere Anson blinked his big eyes full of curiosity.

I? !

Harold was shocked again, and his pursed lips kept moving: "I think...your statement is really abrupt."

Anson leaned on the sofa and raised his right leg:

"Why is it so abrupt?"

"Your determination is very good, really! I mean... to have an ambitious and energetic garrison commander like you is the blessing of the entire White Whale Port and even Ice Dragon Fjord."

"As a colony, she really needs many energetic people to add glory to her, instead of being old-fashioned like some places in the mainland." Harold first praised him, and then said seriously:

"But you really shouldn't be releasing all these plans so quickly - I understand that you are trying to inspire local people and give them confidence in their future lives; but oftentimes, these confidences are counterproductive."

"For example, if for some reason these factories are not built, or the scale is much smaller than expected; even if you can compensate these people in other ways, the entire Beluga Port will be disappointed." Harold pointed out. road.

"Oh?" Anson raised his eyebrows:

"You mean... there are people in Beluga Harbor who don't want to see these factories completed?"

"of course not!"

Harold categorically rejected: "I am just describing a possibility. After all, it is not very easy to build a factory. There are many factors involved; even if all of us fully support your idea, it may not be possible." Really make it happen.”

"Well...what you said makes sense."

Anson nodded, then stepped forward, smiled at Speaker Harold and said, "Then what do you think I should do?"

Harold sighed deeply again, losing all the enthusiasm he had during the day, like an old man teaching the younger generation: "I think... if you really want to succeed, you should cooperate with us."

"Moby Harbor Council?"

"Exactly." Harold said solemnly:

"According to the laws of Beluga Port, only those with assets of no less than three thousand gold coins can become parliamentary candidates; forestry farm owners, fishing boat captains, mine holders, mercenary leaders... Instead of looking for other people, it is better to seek parliament directly. Cooperation."

"The most important thing is that you want to make Beluga prosperous and strong, and then naturally you need real Beluga people on your side."

"And we - the Council of Five Hundred in Beluga Harbor - are the most qualified to call ourselves that. We are Beluga Harbor, and Beluga Harbor is us."

Harold spoke earnestly.

Anson probably understood what he meant, and he smiled slightly: "So what do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple. We hope to cooperate with you." Harold looked at Anson with hope:

"We will not interfere with your military freedom, let alone place any restrictions on your military expenditures - according to the laws of the Kingdom of Clovis, one-half of the military expenditures for colonial garrison must be borne locally."

"We can afford an additional quarter of the military expenditure. Whether you pay in materials or cash, the full amount will be disbursed to you on the tenth day of every month."

"As for the factory you want to build and the external pioneering actions, the Beluga Port Council will fully support it. Really... In fact, we have already had plans in this regard before, but there is always a lack of troops to resist the harassment of the indigenous people, resulting in every All the wasteland that was reclaimed for the first time had to be abandoned.”

"This is our condition." Harold said sincerely, "I wonder if you can accept it?"

"A very generous condition." Anson nodded slightly:

"What's the price?"

"It's very simple - join us, don't act without permission, don't release any announcements or plans to the outside world without the permission of the White Whale Port Council, and any military actions must obtain the council's permission in advance... How about?"

"A very reasonable request." Anson shrugged:

"I reject."