I will be crowned king

Looking at the shocked looks cast towards him in the room, Leon Francois, who finally regained his breath, was suddenly at a loss, and the expression on his face became confused.

The three people looking at each other were stunned for almost a minute, and then he vaguely seemed to understand something:

"Wait, you...don't you know about this yet?"

After the words fell, Ludwig and William quickly exchanged glances. After confirming that each other was absolutely honest and not lying, they relaxed, and then immediately frowned.

"We really don't know anything about this."

The commander-in-chief took a deep breath and stood up, walked forward and closed the door. At the same time, he invited Leon, who was sweating profusely, to sit down, and handed over his handkerchief: "Your Highness Leon, from what source did you get the information about this matter?" The news about the incident, Hantu’s intelligence network in Beigang, or the royal chamber of commerce doing business in Beluga Port?”

"Beigang Intelligence Network, Royal Chamber of Commerce...what are you talking about?" Leon took the towel and looked at him with a strange expression:

"No, I read it in the local newspaper; Anson Bach proclaimed himself the governor of Ice Dragon Fjord, declared independence, and joined the Free Confederacy with the five colonies of the three eastern North Sea countries."

"newspaper?!"

Before he could finish his words, William Cecil, who was stunned next to him, blurted out.

""Beigang Morning Talk", this is the headline on the second edition."

Leon still nodded in confusion and looked at the two people incredulously: "The Ring of Order, I thought you all already knew about this... Don't you Clovis people all like reading newspapers? , I thought this was some kind of custom?”

"No, it's just a popular hobby that doesn't have much taste." Ludwig replied absently. After confirming that no one was outside the room, he immediately stepped forward and asked:

"Your Highness Leon, do you have that newspaper with you?"

"Ah, of course!"

He casually took out the folded "Northport Morning News" from his coat pocket, and seven or eight different newspapers were exposed in Leon's inner pocket; in addition to trying to imitate the living habits of the Clovis people, it was also because he had been in I found several of my previous notes, which appeared in newspapers under the title "Eagle Point City Battle Notes", and clearly stated that the author was himself.

Except for Anson Bach, Leon never showed these notes to any Clovis person; in other words, Anson silently sent these precious notes back to the country and let the Clovis people know about them through newspapers. In Hantu, there is a knight named Leon Francois...

Leon's nose felt sore when he thought about this; Anson, who was separated by the turbulent sea and had lost contact for more than a year, had never forgotten himself or Hantu who had fought alongside him.

But now, because of the orders of the Holy See, he has to fight side by side with his former mortal enemy, the Empire, and may even be about to become his enemy...

"This information was provided by Sir Akers, the Privy Councilor of Clovis and the colonial treasurer who visited Nakshier Port. The information is true and reliable and absolutely not false..."

After quickly browsing the contents of the newspaper, Ludwig, who muttered to himself, not only did not suddenly realize it, but was even more confused: "Since Anson Bach really decided to rebel, how did Sir Aix change from being firmly controlled by the Storm Legion? Escaped from Beluga Harbor?"

"Since he has even escaped and obviously brought enough water, food and cash, why not just go back to North Port and go to the Naxir Kingdom, which is still in the civil war?"

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"Yeah, why did we come to this damn place?!"

Sir Ax, whose voice and body could not help but tremble, looked out the window at the azure Naxir Port and wailed in despair.

In the empty warehouse, more than a dozen people were tied together with the luggage boxes with ropes and chains, trembling and huddled in the darkness, with only a small high and narrow window above their heads showing some light.

The belongings, clothes, and even supplies that the group carried with them were all looted by the rebels. They only had cold, hard potatoes and toothsome black bread to barely satisfy their hunger, ensuring that they would not starve to death easily.

And that's not even the worst part.

While they were trapped in the warehouse, just outside the city separated by a wall, the Naxir royal family and the noble rebels were still fighting a life-and-death bloody battle in the city; the rumbling cannons shook the warehouse violently time and time again, and the situation became more and more intense. The clear sound of volleys of gunfire also gradually moved closer to nearby streets.

But the fierce battle did not make Akers and his entourage feel happy, let alone the joy of escaping - the rebels who captured them said that once they lost the civil war, they would immediately Kill these people and blame the royal family, allowing Clovis to declare war on the Kingdom of Naxir.

So how did he end up in this situation? Ax asked himself with despairing eyes.

The story goes back to when a group of people, under the personal care of Carl Bain, escaped from White Whale Harbor overnight on a three-masted sailboat prepared by the Storm Legion.

And just when they finally left the waters around Ice Dragon Fjord and could finally breathe a sigh of relief, the originally united group immediately "split" into two factions.

The reason is also very simple: from Beluga Port to North Port, even if you are very lucky, it will take at least a month. They set out in mid-February, and the rough sea has not completely thawed; monsoon, severe cold, and large floating seas Waters with large expanses of ice are not suitable for ocean voyages.

So at this time, many people on the ship suggested that instead of returning to the mainland immediately, it was better to go to a port in the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea and wait until the spring thaw before continuing the journey.

But there are also a small number of more cautious people who believe that they should not make any stop and rush to North Port as soon as possible; the Ice Dragon Fjord and the Storm Legion rebellion are not trivial matters and must be reported to the Privy Council and the royal family as soon as possible.

As for Sir Akers, he belongs to the former.

So after less than two weeks of sailing, the group successfully arrived at Naxir Port.

Of course, their initial target was not here. After all, the news of the civil strife in the Kingdom of Naxir was not a secret. Sir Akers planned to find a smaller port town with few people to stop for a while. After April or May, he will leave quietly without leaving any traces.

After all, their current identities are very embarrassing. Once their identities are exposed, they are likely to be regarded as Clovis's diplomatic envoys who intervened in the civil strife of the three countries in the North Sea. There will be no way to explain it at that time.

Akers's thinking is clear, but the world is such that the more you worry about something, the more it will happen; when you feel that you have hit the bottom, the bottom of the bottom can give you another surprise.

So the group of people first ran into a melee between the royal fleet of Naqsir and the ships of the rebel nobles. After escaping, they were chased by pirates and then rescued by a small squadron of the royal fleet. Before they could thank each other, They were asked to attack Naxir together and recapture the port captured by the rebels.

As a result, the entire squadron was ambushed by the rebels, and they, the "Clovit Envoys", became guests of the rebel nobles.

There was no other way. In order to ensure that he could get the attention of the other party and avoid being pulled out and shot to death, even though he knew that there would be endless consequences for saying this, Akers could only pretend to be brave.

Another more important reason is that at that time, the rebel nobles had basically controlled the entire Naxir Port and most of the surrounding areas. Only a few fortresses and palaces were left in the hands of the royal family and were still resisting; even under the control of the rebel nobles, Some order has been restored in the city and even at the port, and normal life and trade can even be carried out.

Under this situation, anyone would feel that the royal family has lost this battle, and surrender is only a matter of time; after all, what the nobles want is not to change the dynasty, but to abolish certain "evil policies"; such a war generally unless the contradiction is really It cannot be reconciled, otherwise we will not reach the stage of extermination.

So in order to get some supplies and rest from the fatigue of the long journey over the past two weeks, Akers had to pretend to be an envoy at the strong request of his entourage, expressing Clovis's approval of their "resistance to evil government" and that he would Provide all support beyond help when necessary.

The rebel nobles who were in sight of victory were also very happy about this. After all, their behavior was tantamount to rebellion no matter what. If they could win the support of a powerful country in the order world, they would not only be able to unite the people at home, but they would not have to worry about being used as a weapon by the outside world afterwards. Making excuses to settle scores is always profitable.

The two sides spent several days in this cheerful atmosphere, and just when the group thought they could stay quietly until the end of April and find any reason to leave, the civil war suddenly took a turn.

First, the rebels and nobles who controlled the port area suddenly rebelled and announced that they would rejoin the royal family. Then several royal fortresses that had been unable to hold out unexpectedly began to counterattack, overwhelmingly defeating and disintegrating the besieging army.

Not only that, the royal army, which turned from defense to offense, also displayed powerful firepower that had never been seen before; countless artillery shells were fired from the fortress like raindrops, and the autumn wind blew up a large number of rebel strongholds like fallen leaves; The "uprising rebels" at the port cooperated with the royal army inside and outside to attack the rebels scattered throughout the city.

After the offensive and defensive reversal, the rebel nobles immediately began to panic. They didn't understand why the royal family could gather so many troops and such powerful firepower, and they didn't understand why any allies would choose to do so when they were about to win. loyalty?

But if you don’t understand, you still don’t understand. What should be done still needs to be done. After realizing that the rebellion had failed, they immediately sent people to sue for peace to their beloved king, admitting their mistake, and begging your Majesty to let them go.

This is also the norm in the entire world of order in a sense; vassals and vassals will rebel and raise armies out of dissatisfaction, but only to meet demands rather than to be independent; if the royal family loses, it will accept the conditions; if it wins, it will not do anything If you go too far, you will only receive a symbolic punishment.

However, the Naqsir royal family did not accept the "admission" of their ministers, but asked them to surrender; those who bowed their heads and begged for mercy could be spared death, and those who resisted to the end were killed.

At this moment, the rebel nobles who realized that His Majesty was really coming also gave up their illusions and gathered their few remaining troops to prepare to fight the royal family until the end.

But Sir Akers and his entourage didn't. Not only that, but if their residence hadn't been hit by a cannonball, they wouldn't even know what happened.

By the time they really knew the situation, it was already too late... The nobles first confiscated the cash and supplies they carried with them, and then imprisoned them, using them as bargaining chips with the royal family when necessary.

And as the rebels were retreating, their chips were moving step by step towards being buried with them, changing from casino tokens to best-selling products in funeral parlors.

Facing the tragic fate that was almost visible to the naked eye, Sir Akers was desperate and helpless. He even felt that being locked up in Moby Dick Harbor Prison was actually quite good. After all, no matter how cruel Anson Bach was, he could only threaten. It's not really possible to kill yourself...right?

"Ah sneeze!"

The trembling Sir Akers sniffed and listened to the approaching sound of cannons. In despair, he muttered over and over again for his tragic fate:

"So, why did we come to this damn place?!"

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"What else was written in the newspaper?"

William Cecil casually turned over the section describing "Envoy Clovitt" and continued to ask Leon: "Besides the Northport Morning Herald, are there any other newspapers that mention Beluga Harbor or colonial news?"

"No more, but..."

Leon hesitated for a moment, took out the remaining newspapers from his arms, and spread them flat on the coffee table in front of him: "But now there are many 'rumors' about the new world, which are treated as novelties by newspapers. Published on the lower page."

"……gossip?"

Ludwig vaguely noticed something.

"It's about some customs, special products and climate of the colony." Leon added, pointing out the location in the newspaper for the two of them:

"If these rumors are true, then those people in the New World are believers in the Ring of Order like us, except that there are still some sects that survived the Universal Sect during the schism war, plus many indigenous people who have never been blessed by the true god. .”

"Even the natives have begun to change their beliefs with the efforts of local believers and priests, and have become part of the light shrouded in the ring of order. They are not at all... heretics that need to be punished!"

At the end of the sentence, Leon couldn't help but raise his head and cast questioning eyes on William Cecil opposite. After all, he was the only one among the people here who had actually been to the New World.

But William was not in the mood to explain his doubts at this time, and looked at Ludwig solemnly: "If this kind of news spreads, it will probably become the trigger of riots."

Ludwig nodded slightly and wrote lightly:

"I can already roughly guess who the person who spread it is."