I will be crowned king

New World, Sailing City, Port District.

Under the bright sky, several three-masted sailing ships flying the flag of King Clovis were moored at the pier shrouded in mist. The privates of the Storm Division, still wearing standard military uniforms, were shivering, breathing in the humid late autumn air, and moving a group of sailing ships. Box after box of supplies was loaded onto the ship.

Behind them, the "Shooting Army Soldiers" who had just joined the New World Company were wearing linen bags that looked like they had three holes cut out. They were laboriously pushing trucks full of supplies and approaching the dock along a gravel road that was definitely not flat.

On the shore not far away, there were many wealthy businessmen and property owners from Sail City who came to see them off. While expressing their desire to stay, they politely asked if there were any empty cabins on the ship that could be rented out. Chief of Staff Carl Bain, who came out to "receive", was in an extremely bad mood.

But when the merchants quoted the price by beating drums and passing flowers around, for the welfare of Stormtrooper's subordinates and his own extra money, he had to show a smile that was uglier than crying, and began to bargain with the other party.

……………………

With the completion of the New World Company and the "return of hunting" by a certain Commander-in-Chief who disappeared from the world, the Storm Division's final mission in Sailing City finally came to an end and they were officially preparing to return.

It was already October, with light snow falling in the sky, and there were not many animals running around in the countryside. If we stayed a few more days, the whole army would be marching in the ice and snow in single clothes.

Despite this, the whole army was still full of regrets when they received the order to retreat - compared with the dilapidated Sailing City that had just experienced the war, Beluga Harbor is definitely more comfortable, but military discipline and management will be stricter when they return to their own colony. , it won’t be as relaxing and comfortable as in the occupied zone.

Considering that the ship could not bring back all the troops at once, the whole army had to be temporarily divided into two parts: the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th Infantry Regiments and most of the baggage and artillery companies took the ship and returned to Beluga with the division headquarters. port.

The remaining Grenadier Regiment, the 5th Infantry Regiment and two cavalry companies went north by land to escort Thalia Rune to attend the upcoming "Confederate Supreme Meeting" at Gray Dove Castle, and then headed to Black Reef Port to wait for her return. fleet to take them home.

As the de facto founder of the Free Confederation, of course Anson must attend a meeting of this level. Even if he says nothing, it can at least reflect the presence of Clovis and the Stormtroopers; otherwise, the empire has been expelled and the external crisis has been temporarily eliminated. With the current situation, it’s hard to say what “strange ideas” these liberals who are good at sitting on the fence will come up with.

Considering the commotion of the Faithless Knights and the importance of White Whale Port, he must rush back as soon as possible to suppress the situation and stabilize this absolute base camp; the task of monitoring the Free Confederacy naturally fell on Thalia. .

In Anson's view, this is even a perfect opportunity for Talia to come to the forefront... Although the ultimate goal is to keep the Rune family hidden behind the scenes as much as possible and rely on puppets supported by various organizations to achieve indirect rule, but Even if you have a strong influence, it will be difficult to maintain it if you don't show up at all.

This is clearly demonstrated in the relationship between the Rune family and the Kingdom of Clovis; it is obviously the most powerful family in the true sense - the only millennium family, and the family history is longer than the existence of the kingdom and even the royal family - but His influence was so small that even the wealthy families in Clovis didn't know much about him.

Admittedly, there is also the suppression of the Church of Order, which causes the Luen family to keep a low profile; but there are no dioceses of the Church of Order in the New World, so naturally there is no need to worry too much.

And since it is the supreme meeting of the Confederation, Louis Bernard will definitely participate. If he is present, there will be another quarrel, and nothing will be done in the end. If it were Thalia, with his chivalry, maybe It can be more restrained.

As the head of the Rune Family, Thalia does not have any speaking skills, but this is not a problem, because the Storm Master happens to have two professionals who are very proficient in this field, and they can be trained from scratch.

"Ah, Alan, how is the speech prepared for Thalia going?"

Anson, who had just had a sumptuous breakfast and was wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin, looked at the little clerk who pushed in the door and yawned: "This is her first speech, there won't be anything too complicated." Bar."

"I can only guarantee that it will definitely meet most people's expectations, sir."

The little clerk replied gently, walked to the cabinet nearby and poured two cups of steaming coffee: "Although this is not the first time Miss Talia has appeared in public, she still represents you in her identity - no one expects to be able to see her from the side. She received unrealistic promises from Clovis to cancel the right to garrison troops everywhere, or to cancel all colonial debts."

This is true... Anson couldn't help but twitch his lips: "Since we can't make any promises, doesn't it mean there's nothing to talk about?"

"On the contrary, my lord; precisely because there is no need to make any promises, there is really more to talk about."

Smiling Allen shook his head, handed the coffee and newspaper to Anson's table, and put aside the used breakfast tableware:

"As you know, the Storm Division and Ice Dragon Fjord, as the founders of the Free Confederation, are only allies on the same front; those colonial leaders - even Polina, the ruler of Gray Pigeon Castle who is closest to you, Frey, don’t want us to get too involved in Confederate politics.”

"So we're going to tell them through Miss Thalia's speech that we're in trouble!"

"who?"

Anson couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"We, the Free Confederacy, and all the colonies throughout the New World."

The little clerk spoke with certainty: "Although the Empire has been temporarily repelled, it does not mean that the Confederacy is no longer a threat - even quite the opposite, because without this external threat, many internal troubles have begun to be exposed."

"Beliefs, population, pioneering, economy, public security... For the 'Liberal Confederate Government' which has almost no power, everything is simply a problem when you look at it."

"As allies, of course we cannot interfere too much in the politics of the Free Confederation - just as Sir Louis Bernard, the governor of Sailing City, wants - but we can raise all these issues and ask them how they are going to solve them."

"Ah..." Anson showed an understanding expression:

"Now that we have replaced the Empire, how are we going to prove that we are superior to the Empire - is that what you meant to say?"

"Exactly! Mr. Anson Bach, your summarizing ability is still so amazing." The little secretary boasted unabashedly:

"Since Sir Louis Bernard wants us Clovis people to stick to our duties, then he must prove that with the leadership of Sailing City and the sincere unity of the colonies, these numerous problems can be solved."

"The answer is obvious, they can't solve it; and when the colonies, especially Sail City, find themselves powerless against these problems, they will realize the importance of White Whale Port and Storm Division."

"In fact, this is also a prerequisite for the establishment of a political power, or even a country." The young secretary suddenly said with emotion:

"No one likes power, but if there is no powerful power to integrate all resources - whether voluntary or forced - then even if there are abundant human and material resources, nothing will be accomplished."

"Those colonies... they thought they wanted freedom, but in fact they just wanted a master who cared more about them."

After taking a sip of the black coffee, the bitter little clerk gritted his teeth and said "Yeah!" and took a breath.

Anson silently put a small piece of sugar cube into his cup and frowned slightly: "I didn't expect you to have such a sophisticated side?"

"I'm sorry, maybe it's because I have just grown up recently and am going through puberty." The little secretary smiled and saluted with his chest in his arms, apologizing:

"In addition, as your secretary, I must correct that this is generally called 'politics' in academic circles."

Anson Bach: "..."

The little clerk picked up the coffee cup again and took another sip. Suddenly he remembered something:

"Oh, by the way, when I just came here, I met the elf lady next to Sir Louis and said that she would come to see you later; I told her that you might not have time today, so it would be best to make an appointment tomorrow, but I'm afraid She didn't..."

"Dong dong dong!"

A rapid knock on the door interrupted the conversation, and before Anson could speak, a familiar figure walked into the room.

Freya looked at the two people who were looking at her in shock, frowned slightly as if they were thinking, and pointed to Allen at the door that was open behind her.

The little secretary who understood the situation calmly stood up, walked carefully to the door, locked the door from inside, and then looked at the elf girl with a smile behind his back.

Freya frowned even more: "What are you doing?"

"Close the door."

"……close the door?"

"You didn't just ask me to..."

"I'm asking you to get out."

Freya's face was expressionless: "I want to talk to Anson Bach about something, and I don't want to be disturbed by other people. Do you understand?"

"If that's the case, please allow me to refuse." The little secretary immediately said righteously:

"Any conversation that outsiders have with Lord Anson Bach, as the clerk, I must be present and take notes to avoid any misunderstandings afterwards - Sir, please tell this distinguished lady, is this true?"

"That's right." Anson could only laugh and said:

"All my meetings must be in the presence of Clerk Alan Dawn; don't worry, you can trust him 100 percent."

Freya Moses Field slowly looked back and looked at him coldly without saying a word.

In the quiet room, the two of them suddenly felt a biting chill at the same time.

"Uh...actually, I don't have to ask Clerk Alan Dawn to be present."

Feeling the eyes locked on him, Anson showed a very unnatural smile: "What do you think, Alan Dawn?"

The little secretary, who was all excited, reacted immediately, opened the door decisively and rushed out as fast as possible - not forgetting to close the door from the outside before leaving.

"boom!"

There was a heavy banging on the door, as if what was inside the room was not two living people, but some kind of prehistoric beast that chose people to eat.

It doesn't matter if you run slower... Anson's smile froze on his face.

In the unspeakable atmosphere, the elf girl slowly converged her gaze, took out a document wrapped in brown paper and nearly five centimeters thick from her arms, and gently pressed it on top of the newspaper.

"This is……"

"The Great Magic Book." Before he could finish speaking, Freya interrupted and said:

"To be precise, it's a rubbing of the Great Magic Book - it should have been hidden in the secret crevice of the bookcase in the chapel."

Um? !

Anson's face showed a flash of surprise, but he immediately concealed it, with a confused expression as if he didn't know what the elf girl meant.

"Fel Crecy once said that this was an agreement he made with you in return for your defeat of the imperial army." Freya, who did not notice the other party's expression, continued:

"Before he rebelled, he was discovered by Louis. For a time, he thought that he was chasing us because of this thing. Later, we found out that there was another reason."

"Now, it's yours."

After she finished speaking, she pushed the document package over.

Anson raised his eyebrows:

"Since you know, you should understand the meaning and value of this thing... Why should you give it to me?"

"Because I know you very well - to be more precise, Louis knows you very well." Freya's eyes were burning:

"You are a guy who won't give up until he achieves his goal; rather than wait until you take the initiative to steal or rob, or let Louis use it to repay a favor from you, it would be easier to give it to you directly."

Even now, Anson could still clearly feel the elf girl's murderous intention towards him; the reason why he did not take action was simply because his death would not only bring no benefit to Louis Bernard, but would also cause a lot of trouble.

"alright, I got it."

He nodded and picked up the "Great Magic Book" that he had been looking forward to for a long time with both hands: "So... Louis Bernard doesn't know that you gave it to me, right?"

"I found it accidentally in his bedroom, and I hesitated for a long time when I took it away." The elf girl shook her head:

"So you must leave Sailing City as soon as possible today, preferably within today - if Louis finds that it is missing, you will definitely be the first to be suspected!"

This is for sure. After all, even if an ordinary spellcaster gets the "Big Magic Book", it will be of little use. Moreover, with Louis' understanding of the "Old God Sect Circle", he probably won't think of another target.

"No problem, I will set off from the port of Sailing City before noon. You just need to make sure that he doesn't find anything unusual before evening." Anson quickly put away the document package: "Also, can I ask a redundant question?"

"what is the problem?"

"Well, since you have been able to steal the rubbings from his bedroom, why not just copy it - you will definitely have time anyway, and it will be more hidden, right?"

"..."

The silent elf girl narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the guy in front of her motionlessly.

Anson Bach: "...No more questions, sorry!"