I will be crowned king

The whole room fell silent for a moment.

"Still, still alive?"

The president of the foundation, who was sitting next to the stranger, stammered. A look of anticipation and fear intertwined in his trembling pupils: "Your Excellency, you mean, Speaker Harold...he...he doesn't No……"

"No, he was indeed killed - at the hands of the Faithless Knights." The stranger said flatly:

"But under the call of a great will in this land, our respected Speaker Harold rose from the dead in a new way that transcends ordinary life!"

"He has transcended the mortal body, crossed the boundary between life and death, and become a more noble, holy, and great existence!"

A completely new approach?

The Foundation members present looked at each other, and a vague idea emerged in their minds: Speaker Harold may have become some kind of "evil god".

Because there is an orderly church in the country, and an inquisition that takes the trouble to teach everyone verbally and physically to "believe in science", it is impossible for ordinary people to think in this direction, and will only regard this guy who dares not disclose his identity as a liar or a church Wanted criminal.

But this is a colony, a new world with no church power at all, and a mixed world. Even if ordinary people have never encountered it, they must have heard all kinds of words about "magic", "old gods", "monsters", and so on. It won't surprise them.

It is precisely because of this that although they are still somewhat skeptical, most of the foundation members present accepted the "stranger"'s statement.

"If that's the case, then why is the Speaker still hiding behind the scenes and refusing to appear?"

In the silent activity room, the president once again took on the role of asking questions: "And how did you know about this, Mr. Chloe Musk?"

What, this, this sneaky guy is actually Chloë Musk? !

Why did Khloe Musk, who had been missing for several days, appear at the foundation? Isn’t he a close associate of Mason Wetzler? Why would the president, who always looked down upon Mason, be so respectful to this guy? Why would he know the whereabouts of Speaker Harold?

Wolf, who was huddled in the corner, looked shocked, and then quickly covered his mouth that almost shouted; he subconsciously looked around, and found that the expressions of the people present were either solemn, or they were whispering to the people around them, and they seemed to be indifferent. There was no doubt about the name.

Am I the only one who doesn't know about this? Even these peripheral members know about it, why didn't anyone inform me about this foundation's second-in-command?

Wolf felt a little unhappy in his heart, and in order to express his anger, he decided not to take the initiative to ask, and waited for the president to tell him the whole incident in person.

"The reason why Mr. Harold has been reluctant to show up is partly because he is still very weak and his strength is greatly limited." The stranger who called himself "Chloe Musk" coughed:

"Becoming a great being beyond mortals has enabled Lord Harold to transcend life and death, but it will take a period of recovery and some special opportunities to gain full power."

"Before this, Your Excellency can only use us messengers, or some 'visions', to express your will to those who still remember him, miss him, and are loyal to him."

He must be talking about the scene of the ceremony, where the statue of Lord Harold shed tears and finally his head exploded, and the scene where Harold's widow personally killed her enemy... Wolf secretly guessed, and was quite proud of his sensitive reaction.

The Foundation members present were obviously aware of this, and their expressions were either enlightened or shocked, which made Wolf even more proud.

The president is also aware of this, but he seems to be more concerned about other issues:

"What about the other aspect?"

"on the other hand……"

Chloe Musk paused suddenly, her low tone, faint sigh and drooped head all seemed to indicate his emotions:

"It's the enemy's pursuit."

The sad tone echoed in the dark activity room. Even though Wolf, who was hiding in the shadows, couldn't see Khloe's face clearly - in fact, he couldn't see anyone clearly - he could still hear that from the other person's tone. Mixed with emotions of anger and fear at the same time.

"The Faithless Knights... They are a force rooted in the old world, trying to control and rule all colonies from behind the scenes; and the master of this force is the legendary Crecy family."

Chloe Musk said softly, with an extremely deep voice: "They once tried to overthrow the empire's rule in Sailing City, but they were finally discovered and defeated by Sir Louis Bernard."

"They once instructed their servant Mason Wetzler to betray Chancellor Harold and assassinate Colonel Anson Bach, the commander-in-chief of the garrison. They successfully killed Lord Harold, and the commander-in-chief had no choice but to appoint Mason as White House commander. The position of Speaker of the Whale Harbor Council.”

"Now they are back again, ready to replace the peace and prosperity of Beluga Port with chaos and terror, allowing us to succumb to their power while everyone is in danger and trembling."

"And Speaker Harold, the real guardian of Beluga Harbor, is their primary goal; defeating and disbanding the Harold Foundation will be the first step towards this goal."

The atmosphere in the activity room became even heavier. The depressing atmosphere made it difficult for Wolf to even breathe; he didn't even dare to look back at the other members sitting in the shadows, fearing that the other members might be members of the Faithless Knights. A lackey, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate himself, the foundation's number two figure.

That's right, other people are not that important to the foundation at all, and it is more difficult to assassinate the widow and the president. As the number two person, I must be their first choice! Yes, that’s it!

Wolf wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was trembling all over. He continued to look at Chloë Musk in front of the long table, as if he was reading an unpopular suspense horror novel with both fear and curiosity.

The president's swallowing sound echoed in the silent air. He leaned forward slightly, still looking cautious:

"Then what can we do?"

"Fight." Chloe Musk said without hesitation:

"But it is not a battle in the ordinary sense. Speaker Harold does not want those who are loyal to him to make any unnecessary sacrifices; as the Harold Foundation, we have our own way of fighting."

"We must spread the message, let the truth that Chancellor Harold is still alive spread throughout the colonies, let everyone know the ugliness of the Faithless Knights, and do nothing about these monsters buried deep in the darkest shadows of the New World. Escape."

"We must unite all the forces around us, let more forces who long for Beluga Port to be more prosperous, independent and free to join us and speak out in the parliament so that the garrison and the mainland can no longer ignore our existence."

"The Harold Foundation...we...will change the new world!"

We will change the new world!

Wolf shouted in his heart, his whole body trembling with excitement, so that the people next to him cast surprised looks.

Changing the new world...or changing the way people around him view himself, so that they no longer underestimate or ignore him, is the key to Wolf's determination to join the Harold Foundation.

And all this is about to happen!

In order to promote the greatness of Speaker Harold, the foundation will inevitably need more investment and paper for advertising, all of which he can provide; it happened that the sales of "The Good Man of Beluga Harbor" dropped sharply due to damage. Part of the production capacity can be transferred within the foundation.

Thousands of advertisements printed with the glory and greatness of Speaker Harold, the despicability of the Faithless Knights, and the truth about the ceremony were spread to one individual through various means; the foundation's influence continued to increase, and Lord Anson Bach, commander of the garrison, worked together to save Beluga Harbor, which was already in danger.

And he will be the hero behind all this.

With a smile as if his "dream has come true", Wolf slowly stood up and nodded when Chloe Musk turned his eyes to this area, as if it was a mutual compliment between comrades.

……………………

When the silver moon hung in the sky of Beluga Harbor, the daily regular meeting of the Harold Foundation came to an end; members with different moods left Harold's mansion in groups and took carriages to different places. galloping away in the direction.

Although tonight's meeting is indeed very different from the past, for most of them it is just part of the "midnight activities". Some of the busier ones have at least two or three parties, dinners and dances. Waiting for them.

Soon, only the president, Chloe Musk, and a "peripheral member" sitting on the sofa were left in the empty conference room.

"So...this is why you let us control the Harold Foundation?"

In front of the empty long table, Colo looked back at the president, and the face of Ian Clemens was revealed under the wide hood: "Unite these fragmented and incompetent organizations?"

"Yes, and no." The president - or Anson Bach smiled slightly:

"The Harold Foundation is a rather special organization. In addition to being a club for a group of lost people to complain and lick their wounds, there is also the factor of Khloe Musk's involvement."

"If I guess correctly, he originally planned to use this organization to attract the attention of the Stormtroopers; so as long as the disguise is good enough, it will be difficult for the Faithless Knights to detect your existence; it can even be used after being exposed.' "Avoid expanding losses' as an excuse to avoid being hunted."

"At the same time, you can also control the actions of the Foundation, integrate other organizations and people related to them, report their movements to me at all times, and keep the situation at a controllable level... So I said, this It’s a win-win between us.”

"That's it?"

A questioning voice sounded, and the Wild Hunt Knight sitting in the shadows frowned: "I still don't understand what benefit this has to you - these people are all your opponents, remove them from When a piece of scattered sand becomes a whole, isn't it a greater threat to your rule over Beluga Harbor?"

"It mainly depends on how you view 'rule', Sir Derek." Anson shrugged and smiled without looking back:

"If I want to rule as a dictatorship in Beluga Harbor and do not allow any voice to oppose me or the Luen family, then yes, the Harold Foundation is a serious threat; with their existence, those who hate local interference and desire Those who want independence and freedom in the colonies can find an organization to which they can join for warmth."

"But in fact I can't, because the garrison does not have the power to rule the colony. I am only managing the colony on behalf of the local governor. As long as the army or the Privy Council gives an order, the Storm Division will have to pack up and return to the mainland."

"Compared with the warm and comfortable North Port in the snowy and bustling Clovis City, do you think my army can become an enemy of the mainland for my 'dictatorship'?"

"The answer is no, so I don't need to completely suppress them. In a sense, I have to rely on them - otherwise, the native people will really think that the colonies are all obedient people loyal to the kingdom, and it will be nothing to the storm divisions who manage the colonies on behalf of the native people. Good thing."

"So enemies can occasionally become friends, and the power of opponents may not be incapable of being used to one's own advantage... It's amazing." The corners of Ian's mouth raised slightly, whether it was sarcasm or praise:

"So in your eyes, are we also 'enemies' that you can cooperate with?"

"We are friends." Anson said meaningfully:

"If we are enemies, you should not accept my proposal, because it means that I can monitor you anytime and anywhere; and I will not let a group of guys with bad intentions who may stab you in the back at any time manage the colony's biggest opposition. Pie, that’s too dangerous.”

"But you accepted it, so we are comrades in different trenches - with different goals, but we might as well cooperate when the interests are related."

"And what is your goal, my friend?"

Mrs. Lefkas, Sir Carnot Harold's widow, who had changed into a dark dress, walked in from the side door of the activity room. There was still a steaming cup of coffee with milk and sugar on the tray in her hand.

"A good friend should not take the initiative to inquire about the details of his friends...Thank you." Anson took the coffee from the other party meaningfully:

"But out of friendship, I can tell you that it is to maintain the absolute rule of the Luen family in the colony - so although it may make you unhappy, in order to achieve this goal, the Crecy family must be uprooted."

"I wonder if my answer satisfies you, friend?"

Facing Anson's obviously "provocative" words, Carno didn't answer and handed the coffee to the other two people indifferently.

"So for the sake of your life safety, I hope you'd better not try to interfere with this process, let alone think that the Luen family can be as easy to talk to as me, and cherish our friendship as much as possible, okay?"

In the deathly silent activity room, Anson blinked and said sincerely.

After a long time, the three people with different expressions looked at each other and said in unison:

"are friends."