I will be crowned king

In the bustling banquet hall, Laura Cecil, who had changed into an ordinary beige dress, was holding a champagne glass and slowly pacing by the window while carefully observing the surrounding guests.

As a direct member of the Cecil family, not attending such an important occasion will definitely arouse suspicion from outsiders, but attending in a dress up may also become the focus of the crowd.

Therefore, the smart Fula Laura chose the safest method, simply dressing up, and deliberately entering the banquet venue in advance to avoid the possibility of being suspected and attracting attention to the greatest extent.

Of course, it is impossible for a rich girl to have this knowledge, but it cannot stop Clovis. Today, the media industry is booming. Newspapers and serialized novels are so popular that some things that should be covered up in daily life have become the backbone of the streets. A legend passed down by word of mouth.

Yes, Miss Flora Cecil is also a lover of novels, but contrary to a certain detective fanatic, she is more interested in crime-type stories.

Those profound and dark criminal motives, mysterious and mysterious methods of committing crimes, bold behaviors that break the existing order, and close interactions between targets and pursuers...

Every one of them makes Laura, who can only stay at home all day and act like a good girl, want to stop!

Of course, theory is theory, and she was strictly guarded by her parents and brothers. Of course, she had no chance of "practice"; she could only pretend to be a vicious gangster who was preparing to commit crimes and perform grand performances at banquets and social events. , prepare to witness the moment when the prey drinks poisonous wine, or disappears without a trace in full view of the public.

She thought that this would reduce the uneasy restlessness in her heart, but in fact the more she fantasized, the more violent the restlessness became; the more she experienced the false "adventure", the more she yearned for real crime.

And now, the opportunity has come...

When Fabian actually arrived as promised, holding the secret code (half a glass of champagne) agreed upon by both parties, Laura Fula could even feel her delicate body shaking uncontrollably, and a power that had been stored for a long time was coming. His body gushed out, and his hands and feet felt a slight numbness.

Trying hard to restrain her inner excitement, the girl who pretended to be reserved silently walked forward, glanced away and wrote lightly:

"You...already have a solution?"

"Of course, otherwise, how could I dare to come to the meeting?" Fabian was expressionless, with a strange light in his cold eyes:

"Although the time is short, I have come up with a wonderful plan, which should be able to satisfy your wish, Miss Fula Laura."

"Oh... quite arrogant."

The girl swallowed, her voice trembling: "Tell me about it, maybe I can give you some comments."

"There is no need for that." Fabian refused directly: "My plan is perfect, Miss Fula, you just need to execute it obediently."

"It even states that I must obey, which is too unconvincing."

"Then you can refuse. In fact, I highly recommend you do so."

Fabian said very simply, but his disdainful expression was frantically teasing: "Although the plan is perfect, if there is even a small mistake, it may lead to the two of us being doomed; without the unconditional trust of my accomplices, I will not easily Hands-on."

He said it! Colleagues, and unconditional trust! These are all lines that appeared in the novel, and he really said them!

The girl was screaming crazily in her heart, but she still pretended to be cold on the outside and glanced at him disdainfully:

"Humph, are you questioning my strength and courage? Well, because I...have enough trust in you, just listen to it for now."

"Anyway, if it fails, it will be just two souls falling into hell to be judged. I...have already realized this."

Well, this must be a line from a certain novel... Fabian twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around and blocked the girl's body in his shadow:

"Then please listen clearly, my plan is..."

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Outside the banquet hall, in the corridor leading to the vestibule.

With an anxious look on his face, William Cecil paced back and forth and waited, looking frequently at the main entrance of the hall where guests were coming in and out. The emotions of hope and disappointment were intertwined on his face.

The young naval captain also had his own guesses about how his father Tarot and Uncle Francis would suddenly become so enthusiastic about Anson Bach - it was simply that the Cecil family hoped to further win over each other, or was preparing to please the Free Confederacy and gain money. More benefits, strengthen family power...

For William, who aspires to become the commander-in-chief of the royal fleet, these are meaningless trivial matters, and he will never interfere if he can.

But the current situation in Clovis seems to leave him little room for choice...

"This...could it be that Brigadier General Tarot's noble son, Your Excellency William?"

Just when the young naval captain was in a state of confusion, a voice full of passionate words suddenly came to him from behind.

William looked back suddenly, and the figure in front of him made him frown slightly: "Are you...Baron Christian Bach, the brother of Brigadier General Anson?"

"Exactly!"

Christie touched her chest and saluted, not dissatisfied at all because she was ignored by the other party. She even smiled very warmly and said, "It's really rare that you can still remember me, a nobody worth mentioning. It seems that I am someone close to Anson." , it’s really not that simple.”

"Uh, where is it..." The young naval colonel was startled and hurriedly scrawled a salute:

"Um, Baron Christian... what are you doing?"

"Me? I'm just a casual person, just wandering around, chatting with the officers who have returned from the New World, and broadening my horizons - country people like us don't often have such good opportunities."

Christian chuckled and waved his hand, looking up and down at William, who was obviously uneasy from head to toe: "As for you, why are you alone outside the hall?"

"I'm...waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone? Are you waiting for Anson?"

"……right."

"Well, I think it must be a very important matter; then I won't disturb you too much and take my leave."

After finishing his words, Christian saluted again with a smile, turned around and left, heading towards the banquet hall.

"Uh...please, please wait!"

Before he could go far, William, who was extremely anxious just now, seemed to suddenly think of something and shouted from behind: "Sir Christian, I need your help!"

"Anson was taken to the secret room by my Uncle Francis to discuss things, but I just got some information that I must tell him as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be very serious!"

"Then...how can I help you?" Looking at William who was so anxious that he was sweating all over, Christian asked without changing his expression:

"For this kind of thing, I can only suggest that you go to the officers of the Storm Legion. You and them are all soldiers and have had the experience of working together. After all, you are better than a country boy like me, right?"

"I tried, but...Deputy Commander Fabian and Chief of Staff Karl are not here. The remaining officers have either been drunk long ago, or they simply don't believe what I said." William was also helpless:

"It's no exaggeration to say that I'm almost at the end of my rope."

"I still give the same answer, how can a countryman help you?" Christian asked: "I am not a soldier, nor a talented person, and I don't know anything about fighting."

"But you are Anson's brother, the person closest to him in the world!" William said quickly: "I have seen with my own eyes how he solves problems, and you must be able to do the same!"

"I think you may have some misunderstanding, but it seems that if you don't agree, you won't give up easily." Christian sighed: "Tell me, what is it?"

"The situation is like this. When I came from the pier, I met a group of people who were dressed somewhat similar to the gangsters I met by chance in Clovis City before." William said seriously:

"Please allow me to explain a little bit, the so-called gangsters are..."

"I know a little bit about the gangs of robbers in big cities who make a living doing smuggling and pickpocketing."

Christian waved his hand: "You can continue."

"When I was in Clovis City, I heard that gangs were involved in the riots in Clovis City, and that these people had colluded with the Old Gods, so I sent two sailors to follow them to understand the situation. William nodded:

"As a result, just a few hours ago, one of the sailors suddenly disappeared, and another sailor discovered a scene of them meeting someone who was suspected of being their boss in the dock tavern."

"According to what the sailor said, although the other party was wearing a thick windbreaker, the hem revealed the clothes underneath, which were very bright red and black!"

"Red and black..." Christian put his right hand on his chin: "Isn't that the color of the army uniform?"

"I think so too." William agreed: "And the fabric of army uniforms is strictly linked to the rank. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary soldiers or even officers' clothes to look very bright in a dark tavern. It can only be Only officers, even brigadier general and above, are qualified.”

"So...a gang from Clovis City, a senior army officer who ran to Northport incognito, secretly conspired at the dock..." Christian looked at William:

"What do you think they might intend to do—to assassinate Anson, or other officers of the Storm Legion?"

"This is too difficult, and it won't do them any good. If exposed, it will cause a lot of trouble."

The young naval captain shook his head and read out his guess word by word:

"But... it would be hard to say that if you assassinate the Free Confederate mission and then frame the blame on Beigang, especially the Cecil family..."

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"So, what else do you have to hesitate about?"

In the secret room on the top floor, Viscount Bognar, who was biting his pipe, looked at Anson who was still silent: "This matter will be of great benefit to you and the entire Storm Legion. If it succeeds, you will be the whole Clovis’ savior!”

"Failure...not to mention that it is impossible to fail! Even if you encounter a small setback, the Franz family, the Cecil family, Beigang, and even the more than 300 wealthy families in the Privy Council will all owe you a huge debt. Favor; no matter how high the price is, it will help you make a comeback!"

"You have the entire upper-class wealthy families in Clovis City to rely on, and you have a tested and loyal army at your command. The so-called enemies are just a group of paper tigers who have been deceived and have no fighting spirit and are not fully prepared. I think it must be a touch..."

"I only have one question." Anson suddenly raised his hand and stopped Bogner who wanted to continue his impassioned speech:

"Ludwig Franz...you guys obviously have a more suitable candidate than me, why are you still looking for me?"

"This, of course, this is mainly..."

"In terms of connections, the Franz family is very prestigious within the Whitehall Police, and has better relations with the upper-class wealthy and nobles; in terms of military strength, Ludwig should not have been relieved of military power yet, and he has a 20,000-strong army. A multi-person Holy War Legion; in terms of ability, I don’t think I’m really stronger than Major General Ludwig.”

Facing the warm gazes of the two people, Anson said word by word: "So what reason is there for you to abandon such a suitable candidate and insist on letting me, a person who is likely to be regarded as a traitor by the royal family, to do this?" matter?"

"Of course, this is because you are a friend of Beigang, and a friend of Viscount Bognar and the Cecil family!"

The mayor of Beigang was the first to approach: "Since we are friends, of course we have the obligation to clear up your grievances - become the heroes who save Clovis, and no one will be able to question your loyalty!"

Anson ignored this answer that made people suddenly realize it. Instead, he stared at Bognar intently, waiting for the other party's answer.

Looking into those eyes that refused to give in, Viscount Bogner, who was puffing away his words, suddenly fell silent.

After half a minute passed, he sighed helplessly: "I haven't seen you for more than two years... If it were you two years ago, you wouldn't be so stubborn and insisting on others telling the truth."

"Because there is a price to pay for letting others tell the truth." Anson nodded in agreement:

"Now I should be able to bear the price."

The mayor of Beigang on the side twitched his throat, silently stood up from the fireplace and left.

"Let me tell you, Anson Bach, you are a smart person. The characteristic of smart people is that they don't need others to speak too clearly and they can understand what the other person is thinking." Bogner said intently:

"I can guarantee 100% that you know exactly what I'm going to say, but it's a bit unreasonable for you to insist that we talk it out thoroughly."

"It's better to be inhumane... than to cooperate without sincerity." Anson smiled:

"Since you want me to be considerate of you, you might as well do this. I'll make a random guess, and you just need to say yes or no - you plan to involve me in organizing a coup."

"Congratulations, you guessed it right." Bogner said expressionlessly:

"We want to organize a coup to oust or overthrow the Osteria royal family!"