I will be crowned king

Beluga Harbor Headquarters, early morning.

In the brightly lit living room, Anson Bach curled up on the sofa next to the fireplace, holding a half glass of rum and looking thoughtfully at a handwritten promotional poster.

As the military commander of Beluga Port and the de facto colonial governor, he should have appeared in Parliament immediately at this moment; or in the ruins destroyed by the evil gods, he led the soldiers of the Storm Legion to organize rescue operations and mobilize supplies to relieve the affected people. Everything may be possible to stabilize people's hearts and minimize the impact of this sudden disaster, but...

"...The great Ring of Order came in person to save Port Beluga from the evil god, and gave the new world shrouded in northern darkness a true savior!"

"...Anson Bach is our savior!"

Just by looking at the handwriting that was so scrawled that it was almost indecipherable, it was not difficult to feel how excited the author was... Anson twitched the corner of his mouth:

"Is this really what he wrote?"

"Probably not." Karl, who was sitting on the armchair opposite, shook his head seriously, and the wine glass in his hand that kept shaking revealed his mood at the moment:

"I personally think it was probably copied live by an audience member - in the state that Baron Akers was at the scene, it would be impossible for him to be in the mood to prepare such a promotional poster with soft wording and standard spelling."

"..." Anson Bach.

"But whether this Lord Baron saw something he shouldn't have seen, deliberately pretended to be crazy to save his life, or really regarded you as the savior of Beluga Port, his goal has been achieved."

Resisting the urge to laugh out loud, the chief of staff, whose mouth kept twitching, took a sip of rum: "Now half of Beluga Harbor is about to become his fanatical believer, and the remaining half is already."

This is also the reason why Carl dragged Anson back to the headquarters as soon as he discovered him - if the already fanatical people of Beluga Harbor were to see the "savior" in their minds, the situation would definitely get out of control.

"In the city, I have arranged for Fabian to be responsible for disaster relief, and the clerk to stay in the parliament to collect intelligence, and contact the New World Company to mobilize food, fuel and materials for reconstruction of the ruins as soon as possible... For the time being, it is better for you not to appear in public. .”

At this point, Karl suddenly paused and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Of course, if you enjoy the feeling of being treated as a savior, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Anson habitually chose to ignore this obvious ridicule.

And the Baron Akers who suddenly became a fanatical believer in the Circle of Order... Although his motives are unclear for the time being and will definitely cause a lot of trouble, it is still beneficial to Anson... or the entire colony for the time being.

If Anson stands up now and tells the tens of thousands of people in Beluga Harbor who have been "bewitched" by him that the situation is not what they think, and that he is not a savior, he must explain clearly what happened that night.

Obviously, that's impossible.

Tell them that the one who killed the evil god was not the Ring of Order at all, but another evil god, and that he would become their ruler in the not-too-distant future?

Regardless of whether it was in the interests of the Storm Legion, Anson personally believed that he was lucky enough to have been physically eliminated before social death - and it was because Rune considered him his friend.

So no matter good or bad, Baron Akers finally gave all the people of Beluga Harbor an explanation - although the side effects may be a bit big.

Fortunately, this is a new world. If it were Clovis and the Inquisition knew that he was called "the savior sent by the Ring of Order" by the locals...

Just thinking about the scenes that would appear, Anson couldn't help but shudder.

Although he has become a blasphemy mage, at this moment he has only accepted the identity of an "evolver" and has not yet realized that he is "no longer a human being". He is still considering the problem from the perspective of the past.

Thinking of the "side effects", Anson realized that he and Karl were the only two people in the living room: "Wait, where did Lisa go?"

"I haven't gone anywhere. I'm still in the parliamentary lounge of Beluga Harbor with the Guard Company."

Throwing down the cup, Karl snorted angrily: "I'm not a bunch of monsters like you. How do you think I avoided the thousands of people in the parliament, found you in the first place, and returned to the headquarters safe and sound? of?"

"You mean..."

"That group of people couldn't find you, so they could only circle around Lisa, worship her like a god, do whatever they want to her, and obey her words."

The corners of Karl's mouth began to rise uncontrollably: "Of course, Lisa didn't know exactly what happened, but that didn't prevent her from enjoying this feeling at all. What exactly happened... I don't need to tell you, you can probably imagine it. come out."

Anson, who was holding the wine glass, was silent for a while, and then nodded slightly - he already had a picture in his mind.

A girl with messy chestnut hair and a silly smile sat cross-legged on the pulpit illuminated by the sun, holding her favorite steam rifle in her arms, and her body was covered with messy weapons of various colors, overlooking all living things.

Those closest to her were the most distinguished priests, who bowed and offered various snacks with their hands;

Followed by the less advanced servants, they knelt on one knee and raised canned beef, canned chicken, canned pickled pork... above their heads with their hands for her to enjoy;

The more peripheral ones are responsible for preparing all the delicacies the girl wants to eat, kneeling on their knees, handing them over to the servants and priests in front of them immediately, and accepting the girl's protection;

As for the rest...the rest are criminals who don't know the situation. They are basically equivalent to heretics or heretics in this system. Lisa needs to pull the trigger of the rifle herself and physically give them the "punishment of the chief sergeant"... …

Such a "religious scene" with such clear layers, order and harmonious atmosphere makes people feel like their brains are boiling just thinking about it, and they don't know from what angle to evaluate it in order to be fair and objective.

And thinking about it this way, Anson felt that there was no need to show up for the time being.

But even so, there are still many problems waiting to be dealt with, which will not make him (the de facto governor of the colony) much free.

"Although the specific figures of losses and casualties have not yet been released, there is already a general range..."

After drinking the rum in one gulp, the chief of staff took out a letter from his arms: "The number of casualties in the legion is very good. Including the 2nd and 3rd Infantry Regiments, there are only less than 300 people in total."

"The shooting army is similar. According to Fabian's report, the fight was very brutal, but the casualties were only between 200 and 500 - and the real number of deaths was definitely less than 100, which can be regarded as the Ring of Order...or whatever. God bless you."

"The situation in the city is not so good. The port area alone was completely destroyed. There were about a thousand casualties. Warehouses, docks, shipyards, shops, houses... were all destroyed. Thousands of people lost their livelihoods, and they had no fuel and The food will only last until tonight at most - it's winter in December and it's almost New Year's."

"If we can't solve this matter, all the good reputation we have accumulated before will probably be lost..."

"Eclipsed?" Anson raised his eyebrows.

Carl paused, then shook his head and said:

"I think it should be called ashes."

Anson was silent.

Although he wanted to retaliate against Karl's complaints, he knew that it was true - even though the Rune family and the Storm Legion had put in so much effort and done everything they could to make Beluga Port reach a height that did not belong to her, making it as prosperous as it once was. Sailing City; but as long as the reconstruction and disaster relief work cannot be solved as soon as possible, the trust and loyalty that was finally won will be wiped out immediately.

Of course, in that case, the so-called "savior" problem would no longer exist, but this is definitely not the result that Anson, or the officer corps, the Luen family, and all the forces that have invested a lot of resources in Beluga Port want.

He must take action, and take action immediately.

"Are the supplies currently stored in Beluga Port sufficient to cope with it?"

Anson asked in a deep voice: "Can the problem be solved by taking into account the reserves of the two legions and the stocks of the surrounding farms?"

"Of course - it's not easy to rebuild the port and find new livelihoods for the colonists, but it's absolutely no problem to make them survive this winter."

He gave an affirmative answer, but Karl's frown remained unabated: "But you have to think clearly, if these resources are spent, the construction of the shooting army will have to be delayed."

"And large-scale collection of grain...even if there is a good reason, will still cause dissatisfaction among surrounding farms and colonies."

"I understand that." Anson nodded slightly: "But unless you have other options, we can only do this - there are thousands of colonists, and Beluga Port cannot afford such a big loss."

The chief of staff did not answer. He pursed his lips tightly and stared at Anson with a very meaningful look.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just what you said...a better way." Karl hesitated, without blinking:

"I just put forward an idea, that is, from your perspective, or from the Luen family's perspective, do you think... is there a possibility..."

"What's possible?"

"You know, it's just... that possibility..."

"What kind of..."

Anson, who looked confused, was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed and he realized something: "You don't think..."

"I'm just asking!" Karl quickly added, his face turning pale with nervousness:

"is it possible?"

"...Absolutely not!"

After hesitating for a second, Anson decisively rejected: "The side effects are too great. If it is not done properly, the final result may be 10,000 times more terrifying than letting these thousands of people starve to death!"

He finally figured out what Karl meant - let Thalia or Rune multiply the flesh and blood, or breed thousands of worms like the Lord of the Abyss, and feed these thousands of lifeless people. people!

Not to mention whether Lu En could agree to it, even if he agreed, Anson would not dare to feed the flesh and blood of an apostle or a blasphemous mage to ordinary people, even if it was roasted.

Evolvers who have reached that level have their bodies almost filled with all kinds of mutation factors. If they eat them casually, the best result is to mutate into strange shapes, which is much faster than drinking nuclear waste water.

But Anson can think of a way - although he can't conjure food or forcibly repair the destroyed port, he can open his domain to cover the entire Beluga Port to ensure that the wind and snow in the next few days can be slightly weaker and the temperature rises a few degrees. , it can still be done.

By the way, you can also exercise your control over the field and deepen your understanding of the laws, which can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

After receiving an extremely direct rejection from Anson, Karl was not discouraged. On the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"In that case, I am going to mobilize the legion's supplies and food reserves and start collecting food for the next period of time."

"The sharp drop in the income of the farm will definitely cause confusion throughout the army. Therefore, we must first inform the officer corps about this matter and inform all the soldiers of the situation - there will definitely be no compensation, and if there is any, it will have to wait until next year."

"Originally, we could try to buy some grain from the three North Sea countries, but now... we can only rip it off from the Free Confederation."

"I'll find a way with the Free Confederacy, and Beigang by the way - since the mainland is likely to abandon us, I won't refuse any request that is not excessive." Anson added:

"As long as the price is right, the Cecil family should not refuse grain trade."

"I hope so." Karl sighed, obviously not having much hope for the mainland.

For an expert in the industry who has been struggling in the career of "taking the blame" all year round, whether it is the army or the kingdom's top brass, "thinking about old feelings" is an extremely rare emergency situation. Most of the time, for one's own people who have lost their use value, it is better than The scumbag is just a hundred times worse.

"But having just experienced the War of Independence, the reserve situation of the Free Confederacy may not be particularly optimistic. Do you have any plans?"

"Yes, so I don't plan to reach out to those colonies that are so poor that they still need assistance from Beluga Harbor." Anson said with certainty:

"Changhu Town, and Yangfan City... At present, these two colonies should be the only ones that can provide extra rations to support us."

The former is a famous material distribution center in the entire New World. It is engaged in livestock trade all year round. There must be a large amount of materials on hand that can be mobilized and transported at any time, and there is no need to collect them at any time.

The latter is the most important granary of the Free Confederation, and directly supports two large colonies. Although the losses in the previous war are not small, it is definitely possible to temporarily borrow or sell a stock.

Moreover, Sailing City is preparing to build a shipyard, which requires a large amount of capital investment but suffers from no income; at this time, a preferential grain trade can definitely meet their needs.

"And Louis Bernard has personally experienced this catastrophe. With his character, he will never ignore the civilians affected by the disaster." Anson is very confident about this.

"maybe."

"perhaps?"

"That's right." Karl sighed and handed the letter in his hand to Anson, who looked puzzled:

"Louis Bernard, the governor of Sailing City who you have troubled several times has returned early."

"This... is a letter he left specifically for you."