I will be crowned king

The sun is shining brightly, the clouds are clear and the wind is gentle.

A fleet of five large merchant ships rowed across the calm sea toward the destination that was already in sight.

Looking at the bustling port in the distance, the jungle-like masts, the rows of piers, lighthouses, shipyards, large warehouses... Reinhard Roland, who was close to the starboard side of the ship, gently put down the telescope in his hand, feeling infinite emotions in his heart.

Even if you have experienced it once, you will still be surprised by what you see when you see it with your own eyes; this land, its people, and their leaders.

A true leader.

Perhaps compared with the Old World, the New World, which is still in its infancy in all aspects, is indeed a place where miracles are easy to be born; like a baby learning to talk in swaddling clothes, any little change seems so earth-shaking and full of excitement. A surprise.

For babies, the first person to enlighten and teach them will leave the most profound mark on the child's life: opening his eyes for the first time, crawling for the first time, learning to speak for the first time, and coming into contact with words and text for the first time. Pictures, first time...

And he will open the first bank for her, become a pioneer in this "little baby", and leave the most profound mark in her life.

Reinhard Roland, the first president of the Coal Mine Bank and the founder of the financial industry in the New World, made an indelible contribution to the development of the Free Confederation and all colonies... Staring at the snow-covered peaks in the distance, the Rhine The corners of Harder's mouth began to rise unconsciously.

The extremely comfortable mood lasted for countless minutes, until it was broken by an extremely discordant sound.

"Is this the Ice Dragon Fjord that someone blew into the sky?"

A slightly disdainful tone and the sound of stumbling boots sounded from behind, and he approached step by step: "It's cold and far away... except that the port looks nice, the city is also small and pitiful. It's completely different from what someone described!"

"Before commenting, please understand the fact, dear brother Cedric, this is a colony, a world further north than Port Adland."

Facing the cold sea breeze, Reinhard restrained his smile and said calmly without looking back: "Even the largest city in this land, Sail City, is only similar to Beluga Port - Beluga Harbor is just It’s just a part of Ice Dragon Fjord, although it’s the most important part.”

"So what, it just reaffirms my previous view, that this land is not worth investing in at all."

Wearing a dark purple woolen windbreaker, a young man who looked similar to Reinhard sneered once again: "The empire has spent hundreds of years of useless efforts, but it has only achieved a little result that cannot be considered an achievement. Use facts to prove that Reinhard Your unrealistic dreams are meaningless except a waste of family money."

"Instead of wasting time in this land of ice and snow, it is better to invest heavily in the Carindia Port of Hantu - the François family has blocked the land border with the empire. As long as we can control this trading port, our Roland family can defeat it. The Maulweis and Levent families are involved in the southern part of the empire..."

Listening to the endless complaints behind him, the last bit of happiness in Reinhard's heart about returning to Beluga Harbor disappeared. He endured it silently with an expressionless face, waiting for the other party to leave on his own initiative.

As long as possible, Reinhard didn't even bother to take a second look at this brother Cedric, who was thinking about defeating Levent and gaining the family's favor to improve his succession.

But there is no other way. According to the requirements of the family elders, if he wants to win their support, he must bring along this brother who is always against him, but is also very popular with his two uncles and grandfathers - although his succession is also unclear. It's only one spot higher than himself, the sixth overall pick.

However, Reinhard was not worried that it would affect his plan. Having seen Anson Bach and his powerful fiancée, he did not believe that only his loud-mouthed brother could be their opponent; on the contrary, he should be wary of Because of Cedric's stupidity, they had unnecessary doubts about the strength of the Roland family.

But this time it seemed different from usual... After complaining for half an hour, Cedric still had no intention of stopping and pointed at the port that was already close at hand:

"Obviously our ship has already approached the port, why hasn't the greeting team shown up yet?"

"Because there was no prior notification, across the rough sea, they couldn't have known in advance that the people coming were us." Reinhard rolled his eyes and finally couldn't help but said:

"Please don't forget, this is a colony of the Clovis people - the empire is still at war with them. We are not being bombarded by the port warning because we are hanging the golden fleur-de-lis flag, which is considered some kind of preferential treatment!"

Cedric, who seemed to have finally realized the danger, suddenly turned pale, said nothing more, muttered a few words to himself, turned around and returned to the cabin, leaving his dear brother alone on the deck.

Seeing that the annoying spirit finally left, Reinhard finally breathed a sigh of relief. He began to carefully look at the port not far away, and found that the number of warships flying the flag of King Clovis was obviously much more than last time.

It seemed that they were finally aware of their presence. The bell that reminded them of the arrival of a ship rang over the port and reached Reinhard's ears along the water. It was quite urgent and slightly different from the memory.

Could it be that today is a special day?

……………………

Beluga Harbor, the Council of Five Hundred.

Under the splendid crystal chandelier, a banquet full of laughter and laughter was in progress.

In order to entertain the governor's delegation representing the local royal family and make them feel "at home", the entire Beluga Port worked hard to entertain them with even higher standards than when Anson, who had just arrived, was entertained. A group of "veteran nobles" who had eaten and met in Clovis City.

In the upper class of Clovis, the highest level of hospitality was the banquet with the most "imperial flavor".

This does not mean that whatever is popular in the empire will be pursued by the Clovis people; on the contrary, the older the empire is, the more ancient and even lost "delicacies", "traditions" and "customs" are. The more people like it; and it must be rigid and rigid, with no difference and perfect reproduction to be praised.

Wearing traditional costumes from three hundred years ago, listening to classical music from six hundred years ago, and tasting palace delicacies from a thousand years ago... the upper class life of the Clovis people was so unpretentious and boring.

And in the entire Kingdom of Clovis, who else knows the style of the imperial court five hundred or even a thousand years ago better than the head of the Luen family?

So under Thalia's single-handed control, the five-hundred-person parliament hall, which was extremely luxurious and full of nouveau riche atmosphere, transformed into the imperial palace of Snapdragon City a thousand years ago; all the waiters changed into old-school palace attendants' attire, wearing classic long skirts. A makeshift orchestra composed of female musicians and temporarily recruited orphans sang arias from saints that even the church had almost forgotten.

All the guests gathered around the long tables decorated with white table mats and brass candlesticks, handling sterling silver tableware without any embellishment, and enjoyed roast venison, pigeon pie, stew, etc. Mutton... a feast of eight dishes with not much green in sight, almost pure meat.

The absolutely retro atmosphere is coupled with the desolate scenery of the colony outside the window. If a round table is placed in the hall, let alone a thousand years ago, even if it is said that this is the place where the Seven Knights swore to found the country thousands of years ago, I am afraid many people will be willing to believe it. .

At least Baron Aix really believed it.

The moment he stepped into the hall, the court baron who had been yelling at the army suddenly stopped and burst into tears. After asking, he found out that the scene in the hall was exactly the same as a certain oil painting collected by his family. In the painting, it is his ancestor, the first Baron Morgan, who witnessed the establishment of the Kingdom of Clovis by the royal family of Osteria.

This "unexpected surprise" made the subsequent banquet process go very smoothly. The guests and hosts were enjoying themselves for a while, and the atmosphere was warm. In addition to the hard and wood-cooked mutton, the tasteless roast venison was a test for the stomachs of everyone present, but This kind of atmosphere of desperately tossing oneself is in line with the habits of "old Clovis City people".

"Today's banquet is truly the most amazing of all the banquets I have ever attended." After taking a sip of light beer, Baron Akers raised his sterling silver mug to Anson, who was sitting directly opposite. Pay tribute to:

"I never expected that in this remote land that lacks kingship, there would be such a wealthy family that understands the civilized world."

"It's just some simple meals, plus country tunes full of local characteristics." Ansen waved his hand and said with a light smile:

"It is truly an honor for us to be favored by you, Baron."

"A humble and capable officer like you has not been promoted for so long. This is really a shame to the kingdom!" Baron Akers sighed again:

“It’s really unimaginable why Archbishop Luther Franz could agree to the opinions of those insects in the army and allow the hero of the Earth War to serve as the commander of a garrison in this ice and snow, at the edge of the world!”

"Of course, this may also be a blessing; without the constraints of the insects, you were able to accomplish such an amazing undertaking. In comparison, Major General Ludwig Franz is just...sigh..."

Baron Aix let out a long sigh, deliberately lowered his head and took a sip of wine, looking as if he was deliberately trying to appetize people.

Holding back the nausea and curiosity about his old boss's current situation, Anson took a deep breath: "How is he?"

"Oh! He...he is very good, except that he can't find any opportunities to make meritorious deeds." Baron Akers shook his head regretfully:

"The Army vetoed almost all of his proposals and did not even allow Franz's eldest son to use his connections and resources to implement his plan; before we set off, he was even rushed to a headquarters in a major war zone to serve as a Chief of Staff of the Standing Corps.”

"Chief of Staff, isn't that just right?" Anson asked back: "He can do whatever he wants and issue a combat plan to a fully-staffed army of at least 40,000 people according to his own ideas."

"Yes, but the premise is that the commander-in-chief will listen to him instead of leaving all the logistics and administrative work to him alone, leaving him with no time to manage military affairs." Baron Akers raised the corner of his mouth:

"Maybe it won't be long before your reputation and military rank will surpass that of your old boss, Colonel Anson Bach!"

"...Thanks for the ridiculous compliment."

Anson deliberately glanced at Alan Dawn, who was not far behind him, and smiled politely: "Sorry, my clerk seems to want to see me for something."

"You don't have to be so polite, please do it yourself." Baron Akers toasted with a toast, turned around and started talking to other people next to him.

Anson stood up and saluted him, and then walked quickly to the anxious little clerk:

"How's it going?"

"The ships have entered the port. There are five ships and a delegation of one or two hundred people!" The little secretary, who tried his best to lower his voice, blushed and felt uneasy:

"Lieutenant Colonel Fabian has led the Grenadier Regiment to intercept them, preventing them from disembarking yet - but it can only be delayed for an hour at most. There are too many warships in the port, and they will find the problem sooner or later!"

Once the Roland family knows that the Clovis royal family is also planning to intervene in this bank, and even nationalize it, they will know with their toes that the investment is 10,000%. Before the ambition of the finance minister, the two missions must not meet.

"Don't be nervous, everything will go as planned." Anson comforted softly:

"Our plan is perfect. As long as we make sure there are no surprises in our coordination, there won't be any big problems."

"You're right!" The little clerk nodded repeatedly and looked at Anson blankly: "Then what should we do now?"

"Have the governor's delegation leave the parliament hall immediately and be prepared to receive the Roland family's delegation." Anson said solemnly:

"Let the people from the Harold Foundation take charge of this matter. All other members of the parliament prepare for the next round of 'entertainment.' The officer corps will follow me to the port to greet the Roland delegation!"

"yes!"

Thirty minutes later, the Storm Division officer corps, who had just had a good drink at the banquet, rushed back to the port again with the sea breeze blowing under the confused eyes of the people of Beluga Harbor; in order to avoid being spotted, all members changed into uniforms They had prepared their formal attires in advance, holding canes, and lined up in front of the port dressed like congressmen.

Only Anson was still wearing the red and black uniform of a colonel, with one hand holding the handle of the knife at his waist and the other behind his back. Standing on both sides were the serious Lieutenant Colonel Fabian, and the Chief Superintendent Lisa who hurriedly came from the headquarters. ·bach.

Accompanied by the melodious band playing, a dozen or so richly dressed nobles, accompanied by their attendants, strolled down the deck; looking at the familiar figure in the leading team, Anson took the initiative to step forward:

"On behalf of all the officers and soldiers of the garrison, the five-hundred-member Council of Beluga Port and all the people of Ice Dragon Fjord, I would like to welcome all the friends who have come from afar from the empire!"