I will be crowned king

After getting the information he wanted, Anson did not intend to stay in this small church for a long time, so he decisively got up and left.

Under the dark night, Anson, who was wearing a gray long-sleeved windbreaker, blended in with the surrounding scenery. He quickly disappeared from the alley and walked unhurriedly towards the direction of the Governor's Mansion.

To deal with the Old God Sect of the New World...or those extremely xenophobic mad believers of the Three Old Gods, it is not enough to just pull out a few strongholds and kill a few or even dozens of spellcasters.

The other party's influence on this continent has lasted for thousands of years. It is not that a group of colonists have just arrived and can be easily wiped out in more than ten years or even one or two hundred years. On the contrary, the more brutal the colonists' suppression is, the more the indigenous peoples will be affected. The belief in the Three Old Gods becomes stronger.

Moreover, on this continent known as the "Land of Rest", there are the tombs of the three old gods.

What's more, even if you can really pull out the belief in the Three Old Gods, it will not be of any substantial benefit to you.

First of all, the basis for the existence of the Promise Keepers Alliance is gone. The Free Confederacy also lacks a slogan that can unite the majority and suppress the separatist forces. As a behind-the-scenes force, the Rune family will become particularly dangerous.

Suppression, co-optation, and assimilation... are more in line with the interests of the storm masters and everyone else.

It is necessary to eliminate those extremely uncooperative indigenous spellcasters, and secondly, try to win over the semi-"naturalized" indigenous people to believe in - or at least pretend to believe in - the Ring of Order. Finally, the Rune family will take over the new world and replace those who The ecological niche occupied by fanatical believers, and the ecumenical faith that flourishes along the coast, can also serve as a "firewall" against the Church of Order.

To achieve this, we must first carry out the most thorough suppression of the extreme alien faction of the Old God Sect; to kill them, we need an intelligence network that can cover the entire New World, especially the intelligence network for the Old God Sect.

From this aspect, Phil Cressy actually made the right bet, and he really needed him—including the Faithless Knights behind him.

From August to the beginning of next spring, there are six or seven months in total, and then the counterattack from the empire may start at any time; I only have half a year to solve the troubles of the old god sect in the "Land of Rest"; with the help of a local snake, he can Greatly increase operational efficiency.

Of course, joining forces with this group of people is not without risks; apart from the fact that the other party is very likely to lie, that is...

"stop."

Just when he was about to enter the gate of the Governor's Mansion, a beautiful figure blocked the way.

Freya stared at the thin figure in front of her, her cold pupils were already as scarlet as blood, overflowing with murderous intent.

"Why?"

The Elf Queen's words were concise and clear, and she obviously didn't want to waste time. She waited outside the gate of the deserted Governor's Mansion. She was obviously not worried about the life safety of a commander-in-chief who had not returned home in the middle of the night.

Anson was very sure that if his answer did not satisfy Her Majesty the Queen, given her character, she would never consider the alliance between herself and Louis or Thalia's attitude.

So he planned to tell the truth, but not completely... Anson turned around slowly, and his originally confident expression instantly became solemn and mixed with a hint of helplessness, as if he was forced to make a decision after thinking for a long time:

"The Old Gods."

This answer was obviously in line with Freya's expectations, but it did not completely satisfy her, and her stern expression only relaxed slightly:

"If it's just for this, you can ask Louis for help...he won't say no."

"But that would mean putting my best friend in danger." Anson said righteously: "Louis Bernard, you should understand his character. Once he decides to do something, he will often disregard life and death; he abides by the spirit of chivalry. , is more important to him than living."

"So I will never do such a thing unless I have no other options... At the Court of Yser, when Louis was at the end of his rope and had no choice but to abandon his dignity as a knight and ask for help, I will never forget it for the rest of my life."

As soon as the words fell, the effect was immediate - the blood in the touched elf girl's pupils instantly dissipated.

She took a few steps forward, her gaze softening slightly but not completely relaxing her vigilance.

"I swore that I would kill you if I see you again." Freya stared at Anson's eyes, as if she wanted to peer into the depths of his soul through his sight:

"But I also promised Talia that as long as you don't hurt Louis, I will provide you with the help I can."

After twitching his throat hard, Anson tried his best to squeeze out a friendly smile:

"I swear...I will never hurt my best friend!"

The elf girl nodded slightly and walked past Anson's figure towards the corridor of the mansion.

"The Faithless Knights are a group of untrustworthy liars. When they decide to set off, I will go with you..."

Indifferent words sounded from behind, floating in the deep corridor for a long time.

Anson kept his back to the door, and finally breathed a sigh of relief until the other person's breath completely disappeared.

He turned around, and there was another petite figure in front of the empty door, looking at him with a slight smile.

"You were...here just now?"

Thalia, who was still smiling, did not speak, but just nodded.

"……always there?"

Thalia nodded slightly again.

"Including... when she threatened me?"

The girl suddenly tilted her head and blinked slyly.

The corners of Anson's mouth suddenly twitched.

But Thalia suddenly stepped forward and whispered in a breeze-like tone:

"Bishop Rupert, Fair Cressy, Freya Moses Field..."

"Dear Anson, you are planning to pacify the believers of the true God in the Land of Rest. Thalia, your fiancée is actually... the fourth person to know about such a dangerous and terrible thing?"

"And, in the presence of Thalia 'unfortunately'?"

Facing the girl's suddenly resentful gaze, Anson, who was proud of his acting skills just a few minutes ago, suddenly turned pale.

The atmosphere became a little solid for a while.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to defend, the girl grabbed his collar first, her petite head gently pressed against his chest, and her clear eyes came into his sight:

"Don't dear Ansem think he should be frightened for him, and poor Thalia... compensate for it?"

………………

"Compensation, why compensation?"

In Franz's residence in Clovis City, Sophia, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at her father who suddenly left her behind in surprise, with a hint of impatience on her expression.

I made an appointment with the president of the Northern Chamber of Commerce to meet on Friedrich Street in the afternoon to discuss the investment promotion of Port Beluga Bank - neither the church's "Morning News" nor the military's "Kingdom Loyal News" were willing to help. You can think of a solution with the newspapers you have at your disposal.

The agreed time was four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already three-fifteen, and I hadn't set off from home yet... In such a race against time, what kind of compensation did my father want to give me?

"To be precise, it is to increase the power of the Governor of Ice Dragon Fjord in the name of the Osterian royal family." Archbishop Luther slowly put down the latest issue of "Morning News" in his hand and said softly in a deep voice :

"As a rule, this involves a small ceremony, and the honoree needs to know and prepare for it at least four weeks in advance...I am just doing it as a matter of routine."

"Routine?"

Sophia was even more confused and looked at the clock in the corner impatiently: "Why does the royal family suddenly want to increase my power, and I am also an honorary governor... According to you, it is just used to mislead the empire. I thought Clovis valued the colonies and it was just a way to attract their attention."

"Yes, and it is the same now." Luther Franz replied lightly:

"The so-called attention also depends on the level and situation... If you are made a governor with real power right from the beginning, it is impossible to attract the attention of the empire; so first, let you become the first honorary governor in history, and then gradually give you more rights. , and then cooperate with more policies that favor the colonies, and use a step-by-step approach to gain the trust of the empire."

"And this ceremony is also part of gaining the empire's trust... I have privately discussed with His Majesty Carlos II that the Franz family will contribute half of the money to make the ceremony as grand as possible and invite the imperial ambassador and wealthy guests from the major principalities. Educate them about it.”

"However, although it is a means to gain the empire's trust, the whole process is completely real - as the governor of Ice Dragon Fjord..."

"Honorary Governor!" Sophia emphasized with a sullen expression.

Archbishop Luther didn't take it seriously, and continued after a slight pause: "First of all, the garrison regiment stationed in Ice Dragon Fjord...that is, 'your' Storm Division will be officially upgraded from the infantry division to the 'legion' level, and the organization will be from Local garrison transferred to Governor's Guard."

"In other words, although they are already the kingdom's standing army, you can already legitimately issue orders to them in your own name without resorting to any other means."

"real?!"

Sophia's eyes lit up.

"As the first colonial governor of Clovis, there is nothing in the kingdom's existing laws that we can learn from, so the scope of authority is based on the empire's colonial minister." Archbishop Luther nodded slightly:

"Didn't you hate that the royal family and the Privy Council just treated you as a vase for decoration? Now, as the governor, you have the qualifications and power to discuss matters involving Ice Dragon Fjord."

"Of course, in general, Clovis is still focused on giving up the colonies. This cannot be changed. On this basis, you can have some room for free play, such as..." Luther looked at her deeply. :

"The investment bank you and the Northern Chamber of Commerce discussed privately is among them."

The girl who was told what was on her mind was startled.

"When you asked Mrs. Catalina to help you contact the president of the Northern Chamber of Commerce, she already told me the matter." Before his daughter could speak, Luther Franz directly announced the answer:

"Behind the Northern Chamber of Commerce are the Roland family and all the wealthy families in the northern part of the empire. Once the Northern Chamber of Commerce agrees to your investment plan, news about this matter will appear on Emperor Herred's desk the next day."

Sophia, who remained silent, gritted her teeth unwillingly.

Although I didn't think about hiding anything, the method I finally found to break the situation was actually under my father's surveillance from the beginning; and listening to his tone, it seemed that I could succeed because what I wanted to do was exactly in line with his. "expected".

No, that's not right.

If this is all, then he has no need to interfere at all, let alone suddenly raise it at this time, and increase the real power of his so-called "honorary governor"; just the Roland family behind the Northern Chamber of Commerce is enough to cause Emperor Hred paid attention to it.

To specifically improve his status, he also wants to raise his storm division to the legion level; no matter how you think about it, it is all unnecessary.

unless……

"Has the situation in the new world changed?" Sophia asked cautiously:

"Anson Bach...has already gone to war with the empire?"

In the girl's opinion, apart from this, there was probably no other reason that could attract the attention of the royal family and the Privy Council so quickly; when she received the news of Anson's march to Changhu Town, she had a vague hunch about this.

One...no, two! As long as he can capture two colonies, even if only temporarily, it will be enough to change the balance of power between the two countries in the New World and attract enough attention from the empire.

Facing his daughter's question, Archbishop Luther frowned slightly and showed a somewhat thoughtful expression: "Indeed, according to the news from the Navy, Anson Bach did have an affair with Bernard, the colonial minister of the empire, because of colonial issues. There were some minor conflicts."

"As for the specific situation...rather than letting me tell you, it's better to wait for the letter he sent you to explain in more detail." The archbishop slowly stood up as he spoke:

"Now, I think it's almost time for you to go to the banquet."

Going to a banquet?

The girl looked up again at the clock beside her. The long and narrow black minute hand was already approaching the "eleven" position on the clock dial.

No, there are less than five minutes left!

Sophia, who had no time to complain to her father, stood up in a panic and picked up the top hat and tuxedo jacket that she had casually placed beside the sofa. Since the Clovis Rebellion, she had become more and more accustomed to this kind of dress, which was more convenient than a long skirt. Ten thousand times more dressed up.

"Oh, right."

Just when the girl was about to rush out of the door, the Archbishop stopped her again: "Do you remember Colonel William Cecil?"

"The eldest son of the Cecil family, the person in charge of collecting taxes at Beluga Port?" Sophia's mind quickly reflected the figure she had only met once: "What's wrong?"

"In the next few days, Colonel William will arrive in Clovis City to report on his duties... together with his father and several elders." Luther said calmly, as if he was talking about something trivial:

"They will also attend the ceremony at that time. I would like you to discuss with him about the work of conferring the title of Brigadier General on Anson Bach - as the colonial governor, this is your responsibility..."

Before the Archbishop could finish speaking, there was no one in front of the empty door.

Five minutes later, an exclamation came from far away from the front courtyard of Franz's residence:

"brigadier--?!!!!"