I will be crowned king

Chapter 474 Why not ask...

Beluga Harbor, a two-story building opposite the church in the parliamentary area.

This was originally the private residence of Bishop Ripper. Since the church in the parliamentary area was "occupied" by the Stormtroopers and transformed into a military stronghold, the bishop opened the ground floor of his house to the public as a place for believers to gather and pray. room, and the living room on the second floor serves as a confessional.

It is said to be a prayer room, but in fact there are only a few chairs, two tables and a statue of the Ring of Order in the room; however, the original Universal Sect did not care much about these ritual decorations, and the original church also only had these, but The space is slightly larger.

In addition, after the establishment of the Faith Keepers Alliance, many members are planning to build a new church as the alliance's headquarters. This prayer room is only their temporary gathering place.

It was evening at this time, and believers came to the prayer room in twos and threes, and found a familiar place to sit down in the living room, which was not spacious but very warm.

As usual, it was Ripper's dinner time, and everyone was chatting quietly, waiting for the bishop to appear and discuss the various connotations of doctrinal truths with everyone.

"He really said that?!"

The piercing screams penetrated the ceiling, and the entire prayer room seemed to be shaken.

The believers raised their heads one after another, looking either in shock or disbelief in the direction of the sound. They couldn't believe that it was coming from the usually calm and calm Bishop Ruibo.

For a moment, the originally warm atmosphere became tense.

And Ruibo himself is more nervous than them now.

In the living room, which was so small that only two or three people could sit at the same time, the excited bishop stood up and glared at the startled chief of staff opposite him. His trembling hands were clenched into fists and pressed against the table, and he almost fell down while holding on. Opposite body.

"Anson Bach... Commander, do you really want to delegate the security authority of Beluga Port to the League of Promise Keepers - and completely?!"

"Yes, it's absolutely true." Carl Bain, who was trying to remain calm, quickly replied, leaning against the back of the chair behind him, and forced a smile towards the bishop:

"This is the order the commander personally gave me yesterday afternoon."

"Of course, that's not all in a strict sense - the soldiers stationed in the city by the garrison will not withdraw from various strongholds in the city. At the same time, the parliament area and the port area are still under the jurisdiction of the garrison."

"The remaining twelve communities, including streets, houses, shops, markets...all public facilities will be transferred to the jurisdiction of the Promise Keepers Alliance; of course, this also includes part of the community reconstruction and maintenance work, as well. It’s up to the Alliance to take responsibility.”

"No problem!" Bishop Ruibo nodded excitedly:

"Please tell your Excellency, Commander, that the task of maintaining community security will be left to the Alliance; we will not disappoint him - build Beluga Harbor into a true beacon of the Ring of Order!"

"And Colonel Anson Bach and I also firmly believe that you and those amazing believers will definitely succeed." The corners of Carl's mouth that were raised desperately were trembling.

"Thank you!"

The bishop pursed his lips tightly, and his excitement was palpable.

For a moment, the two people looked at each other in the dead silence of the living room, and the atmosphere became even more awkward than before.

"Uh...well, Lord Bishop."

"What's up?!"

"It's nothing, it's just...there's something I really don't know whether to say or not."

"It doesn't matter if you say so!"

"Oh well."

Karl's eyes were a little dodgeful, and he hesitated:

"With all due respect, this job is not as easy as it looks."

Glancing secretly at the dinner plate that was knocked over on the carpet and the overturned chair behind him, Karl swallowed, intending to cool down the overly excited bishop.

It's not out of sympathy, it's purely because if the other party hits you too hard, you will definitely be the one to clean up the mess in the end - although this is probably the purpose of some bastard.

"Managing community security is not just a job that can be done with enthusiasm. It also requires certain organizations and rules and regulations to..."

"Please rest assured about this. After all, it is a place where you manage your own life. Who would deliberately mess around? I believe that the quality of the believers is high!"

"Well...I definitely believe this, but apart from faith and heartfelt enthusiasm, it is also a very draining patience and energy..."

"You don't have to worry about this - I will carefully select the people responsible for patrolling, and try to let those believers who are dedicated, serious, and patient in dealing with things be responsible!"

"Well, my suggestion is to set up a more reasonable shift system... But you can do this. The most important thing is that when dealing with disputes, you must avoid using violence..."

"You can rest assured that under the management of the Promise Keepers Alliance, I can guarantee that there will never be any violence in Beluga Port - no matter what kind of problems we encounter, we will treat everyone in the city with the same attitude as devout believers. residents!"

"……All right."

Seeing Ribo, who was full of confidence and covered with flags, Carl Bain gave up his heart completely and smiled at the bishop with an expression as if he was remembering something - he was ready to clean up the mess.

While he was excited, the bishop did not forget who gave him this unexpected surprise: "Where is Sir Anson Bach now? Why didn't he tell me in person?"

"Commander, he may be a little busy at the moment."

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Meanwhile, the port area.

According to the previous agreement, Anson did not bring the guard company with him and came to the Red Beard Tavern alone.

On the one hand, this is to show sincerity and try to make the other party relax their guard and vigilance; on the other hand, it is also because there is no need. There is currently an infantry platoon and a cavalry company stationed in the port area. If there is any movement, they can rush to the scene within five minutes. .

Anson has always been very cautious when it comes to matters related to his own life.

Facing Anson Bach, who was wearing a top hat, a navy blue trench coat, and holding a cane, the strong man in front of the tavern was obviously much more cautious than when he was dealing with a drunkard before. His right hand was always clutching the handle of the knife in his arms. Never let go.

As evening approached, the tavern was just starting to get lively, and it was obvious to the naked eye that many empty tables could be found; he even spotted a few drunkards who played cards with Ian yesterday, and his eyes lit up the moment he entered.

When he walked to the bar and didn't wait for the bartender to speak, Anson directly placed a church silver coin on the table:

"A glass of dark rum."

"A cup of dark rum only costs six copper coins." The bartender said sincerely, but the silver coins on the table had disappeared.

"Then let's have another piece of dried shrimp." Anson chuckled:

"The rest is your tip."

"clear!"

The diligent bartender immediately turned around and left. Soon, Anson had a full glass of dark rum and dried shrimps in a wooden bowl in front of him.

This is one of the most common snacks in Beluga Port, especially in the winter when there is little food available. Dried shrimps are used with broken bread crumbs and potatoes to make soup. It is even breakfast and dinner for many families in poor communities.

The heads and tails of the shrimps are removed, the fresh shrimps washed with water and dried in the sun are lightly grilled, and then added with a little salt. The taste is full and elastic, and the strong taste of the sea hits your face the moment you enter the mouth.

The dark rum is relatively ordinary. The taste is no different from what Anson used to drink in North Port or Clovis City. The rich taste has a hint of caramel sweetness, but it is not as mellow as the impression. It seems to be mixed with rum. Got ice water.

Sure enough, as Ian said, except for the rum, everything else in this shop is very poor... Anson, who waited quietly, picked up the wine glass, smiled and took another big sip to dilute the taste of the sea in his mouth.

Ten minutes later, the bartender who walked out of the back kitchen returned to the bar, his expression obviously changed from before.

"Your friends have arrived and are waiting for you in the private room." The bartender with his head lowered took back Anson's remaining empty wine glass:

"plz follow me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen; Anson followed him and came to a door next to the kitchen.

The bartender knocked on the door first, and after hearing the permission from behind the door, he opened the door to make way for Anson beside him: "Please come in, they are inside."

"Thank you." Anson chuckled and nodded slightly:

"Sending some glasses of dark rum in later... I'll treat you."

An unnatural smile appeared on the bartender's face, and he didn't forget to close the door as he left.

This is a rather narrow compartment, something like a smoking room or a storage room; although there is no heating facilities such as a fireplace or a fire pit, it is next to the kitchen so it does not feel cold at all.

While following Yin En yesterday, Anson had already used his "superpower" to scan the entire tavern; but when he entered the door, he still pretended to be here for the first time and looked at the surrounding scenery calmly.

There were a total of three people in the room sitting around a round table, with Ian sitting in the middle, flanked by the Wild Hunt Knight (Derek) and the man in black who sneaked up on him with a spear that day.

Anson, who squinted his eyes, gradually adapted to the dim light. He paused slightly and smiled at the corner of his mouth:

"Let me guess, there should be more than three people left in the Faithless Knights...right?"

The Wild Hunt Knight stood up with an angry expression, but was stopped by Ian calmly.

"Of course not, but formal negotiations with you are enough." Ian looked at Anson sincerely and said with a smile:

"Sit down, Commander Anson Bach; we also believe in your sincerity and you are not here to quarrel with us."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and stretched out to the chair opposite him, making a gesture of invitation.

Anson did not hesitate, pulled up the chair and sat down, and found that his position "happened" to be face to face with the three of them.

"Allow me to reintroduce you, Ian Clemens, who is currently the leader and one of the negotiators of the Faithless Knights." Ian stood up, held his chest and saluted Anson:

"The person sitting on my left is Sir Derek, Chief Knight of the Order."

Ian spoke softly, and the Wild Hunt Knight sitting on his left snorted coldly, his gloomy eyes never leaving Anson.

"As for this, this is Sir Carno, the second knight of the Knights." Ian stretched out his hand to his right side: "You can rest assured that the opinions of the two of them and mine can represent everyone else—— As long as we can reach an agreement, no matter what the final outcome, the Faithless Knights will honor their commitments."

The man in black, known as "Sir Carno", looked at Anson. Under his thick hood and long scarf, he had a slightly delicate face and long blond hair. His pair of lake-blue pupils reminded him vaguely of someone. A very familiar friend.

"That's the current situation."

Before Anson could ask, Ian had already spoken: "Regarding the several proposals you made to me, we have reached the following conclusions after careful and detailed discussions."

"First of all, we agree in principle with your request that we not leave the Beluga Harbor Colony and abide by the rules and regulations of the garrison to the greatest extent possible, in exchange for the protection you provide and the right to normal life."

Um?

Before he finished speaking, Ansen was suddenly stunned.

Isn't this the condition he put forward himself?

But Anson quickly reacted - Ian Clemens, he was using himself to put pressure on the Knights to accept this option that was likely to be "extremely controversial" within them!

"Obviously, as the Faithless Knights...emperors who have abandoned their faith, it is impossible for us to join an army composed of Clovis people. This is the bottom line." Opposite Ian was still directing and acting:

"But if it is some local civil organizations in Beluga Port - such as the Promise Keepers League - although we have abandoned the Circle of Order belief, in order to conceal our identity, we do not mind contributing to the prosperity and stability of Beluga Harbor. strength."

"As for your other condition, forgive me, we are really powerless."

Derek and Carno across from each other suddenly looked at each other quickly.

"After asking all the members, no one has any clues about the "Great Magic Book" you mentioned - some of them have heard the legends about it, and most of them, like me, know it for the first time. exist."

Ian's expression was extremely regretful. He folded his hands and looked at Anson with his lips pursed: "So... I would like to boldly make a request to you. Can I make a new condition?"

"No clues?" Anson showed a very surprised expression:

"Not at all?"

"Not at all." Ian nodded with great sincerity:

"Please believe that we also hope to do our best to show our sincerity in this matter, but unfortunately there is no way. Of course, we will use our contacts and intelligence network as much as possible to work with local business travelers and The adventurers are here to get information for you, but please don’t have too high hopes yet.”

"No, forget it - if you don't know, I don't think those people will have any important information." Anson waved his hand and interrupted the other party: "It really doesn't work... Let's stop this matter. In fact, you don’t have to insist on it.”

But before the three of them could breathe a sigh of relief, he continued: "But, I still have a question."

Um? !

Ian quickly raised his head: "What's your question? Please tell me."

"Of course, it's not a big deal, but since you don't know..."

Anson paused for a moment and looked at the three of them meaningfully:

"Why not ask the Cressey family?"