I will be crowned king

After finalizing the appointment of the police in Whitehall Street, Sophia set off immediately and rushed to the Osteria Palace non-stop to make preparations before the official audience of the Free Confederate mission.

Nowadays, Clovis's attitude towards the Free Confederacy is actually somewhat contradictory - intellectually, of course, everyone understands that there are many benefits to the alliance between the two parties, but on an emotional level, it is really relieved that Ice Dragon Fjord was taken away by the other party. Not that easy.

Although its value is only a place for importing cheap raw materials and a dumping market for bulk commodities, it would definitely earn more if it were replaced by the Free Confederation that unified almost all the colonies; but the beloved toy must be shared with another person, even if it is indeed more interesting, It is inevitable that I still feel uncomfortable in my heart.

The status of Ice Dragon Fjord is so embarrassing - it is just a non-essential toy. It seems that it is not a bad idea to give it to an ally as an exchange of interests. However, the other party took it away without saying a word, and now he came to the door respectfully and said that it would be better for us to hand over it. A friend?

For this troubled friend, there are many Clovis wealthy people who want to make them suffer, and Sophia herself is one of them; she is not opposed to showing off to the other party, but not now, let alone a formal alliance between the two parties. Before.

At present, Clovis's economy is overheating and the market is deformed due to the Holy War. The girl who holds the church's bank account is very clear about the problem. If we want to change this situation, the help that the Free Confederacy can provide is indispensable.

Especially because of the Holy War, whether to ally with the Free Confederacy has been deeply tied to whether the Storm Legion is treason, so there cannot be any difference in this matter - what she is worried about is not even the War Department, but some people who simply look at the Free Confederacy. The unsatisfactory own people have no foresight, and the alliance between the two parties failed because of some trivial matters.

Sophia even had the illusion that she was the "savior"... The future of the kingdom, the life and death of the Storm Legion, and someone's life all had to be saved by herself.

"So we must not stop, because time is not on our side." The girl sighed heavily, her face showing an unspeakable tiredness after smiling countless times: "Do you understand, Angelica? "

"Yes, yes...I know, I know."

The little maid yawned and responded perfunctorily: "Miss Sophia is the kindest person in the world. If Mr. Anson knew about it, he would definitely be moved to tears, right?"

"Well...that's not the case, or I really can't imagine who that guy would cry bitterly..." The girl holding her chin raised her eyebrows and suddenly shuddered:

"No, no, that kind of scene... is so weird, just thinking about it makes one's hair stand on end!"

"Of course, it's good to get his thanks. At least you have to understand who is the real boss - in the entire Clovis, or rather in the entire Order World, I am the only one who can guarantee his safety, and no one else can. arrive!"

"After experiencing this ordeal, he must have come to a complete realization and completely surrendered to me; and with the Storm Legion as a standing army, I am the most powerful family member of the Franz family, apart from my father. Hum!"

Carefully observing the girl's increasingly proud expression, Angelica seemed to be completely pessimistic about the scene she described. She pouted and looked out the car window with a sad face:

"Hey... Sir Anson, it seems that there is no hope for the young lady. You'd better wish for yourself!"

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From the Truth-Seeking Club to the Royal Military Academy, that is, running from one end of Friedrich Street to the other; the slow and leisurely carriage ride only took less than thirty minutes.

"...Listen, when we get here, you will follow me. You can't run around without my permission, and you can't let others discover your identity easily, otherwise I will be doomed!"

"...Yes, yes, I know you have been here before, but it has been two or three years. Who knows what happened, so safety comes first, safety comes first. People from the Army Department are looking for you everywhere. , no matter how careful you are, you can never be too careful!”

"... Of course, I also understand that you came out to get some fresh air and revisit your old place to miss the place where you went to school. But you must also consider the atmosphere and occasion. Now is the time to relax. ?"

"...Speaking of which, if you are really caught by people from the Army Ministry, the Truth-seeking Cult will definitely not ignore you; I know Cole best. He has the character to do everything before talking about it, so he won't Don’t care how powerful the War Department is!”

"...But even if it is true, we can't cause trouble to our guests, right? Of course you are a trouble yourself, and you want to trouble me to help you cover up. Hey... why are you so troublesome..."

"...Oh, don't refute it. What I said is all true! It's just that the probability of it happening is very small. With me here, you will definitely not be discovered today."

"...Wait a minute, you don't need to tell me to know, you must be trying to say what I can do to guarantee you, right? Oh, that means you don't know how powerful I am Alfred; let alone the clerk of the War Department, even if Even the royal family’s spies and guards can’t even think of seeing through my disguise!”

"In short...you don't have to worry about anything, just listen to me. Do you understand?"

The proud seamstress put her hands on her hips and stared at the expressionless Anson with her chin slightly raised.

At this time, he put on a light brown shirt, old black work pants, boots and gloves that smelled of some kind of reagent, and a dirty and torn leather apron around his body, his cheeks were completely covered The wide-brimmed hat is tightly covered - almost the standard dress of a tailor.

Of course, Anson had no objection to this. After all, not revealing their identities was one of the conditions they had agreed upon in advance. What really puzzled him was that he didn't say a word, so how could this seamstress talk to herself, as if Talking non-stop for thirty minutes like arguing with others?

The two of them just talked incessantly and walked the entire journey in silence; the carriage swayed into the boulevard of the college and stopped in front of the institution building.

"A teacher in charge of the response will come later and be responsible for confirming our identities. Of course, I have already taken care of this aspect. You don't have to worry. I didn't give them an accurate number in terms of the number of personnel. I just ensured that I I must be there, so you don’t have to worry about dressing up.” The seamstress continued to talk:

"Remember, my cross-dressing and disguise skills are perfect. As long as you don't be nervous, pretend that you are an apprentice in a tailor shop, and just move things honestly, I will handle all the scenes. ,do you understand?"

After saying that, with a confident look on her face, she opened the car door and walked out without giving Anson any time to answer. The helpless Anson could only sigh, followed closely with her things in her arms, and pressed the brim of her hat to cover most of her face. .

As soon as the two of them got off the carriage, they heard the seamstress' enthusiastic greetings from the other side - just from her excited look, it was easy to tell that she probably made a lot of money from this business of officer uniforms.

"Of course, everyone knows old Alfred's reputation and craftsmanship. How can such important clothes be handed over to ordinary tailors?"

The officer who came to respond laughed heartily. The vaguely familiar voice made Anson couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "It must be handed over to a serious craftsman who has actually been responsible for the royal dress. Go to the ready-made clothing store. How can I buy good things from a place like this?”

"You're right, that kind of place shouldn't exist in the first place!" The seamstress's voice suddenly rose several times, and her mood instantly changed from passionate to angry:

"I make batches of clothes in advance. I haven't measured the size and style and don't know if they will fit. They are either too big or too small and they always feel a little bit inferior. How can such things be called clothes? Is it any different from putting on a cloth pocket? ?!”

"Oh, by the way, the styles of their clothes are exactly the same. Do these companies plan to let everyone wear the uniforms they produce? There are no personal preferences, characteristics, or symbols. They are just used to keep warm and keep the cold away. They are exactly the same for everyone. Jackets, I really won’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed when meeting each other..."

Well, it seems that she really hates places like clothing stores, probably because she has been robbed of a lot of business... Anson couldn't help but raise his head slightly and glanced at the seamstress who got out of the car and continued to talk.

Nearly a quarter of an hour later, just when Anson thought it was almost over and was about to leave with the box filled with clothes, the receptionist who was about to leave suddenly stopped:

"What are you... doing?"

The doubtful words fell, and the three of them stopped at the same time.

The quiet atmosphere lasted for less than a minute. Anson, who had his head lowered, felt a hand pressing the brim of his hat and took it off directly.

"Sure enough, I knew I was right!" The other party looked shocked, but more of it was still curious: "Anson Bach, why are you here, dressed like a tailor?!"

The wide-eyed Alfred was petrified on the spot, and his original confidence was like a leaf falling on the steps, disappearing as soon as the wind blew.

With a slight sigh, Anson looked up at the man and gave a helpless smile: "Long time no see, Teacher Erich."

"As you can see, we are in disguise, preparing to sneak into the Royal Military Academy."

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"Ah...so that's what happened!"

In the office, Teacher Erich looked at Anson sitting opposite him, and at the same time took a bottle of dark beer and two glasses from behind, with a look of realization on his face.

As for why there were two cups - a certain seamstress who had completed her task had been sent away by Instructor Erich to deliver door-to-door deliveries to other officers who had ordered clothes.

"In other words, now that the War Department has taken control of your legion, it is even preparing to attack the Free Confederate mission and fabricate charges of treason against you out of thin air?"

Pushing a full glass of dark beer in front of Anson, Instructor Erich frowned: "The situation sounds very dangerous... As far as I know, your Storm Legion seems to have been completely isolated by the entire army."

"That's right, so now I urgently need the help of my own people to clear up some non-existent charges for the Storm Legion." Anson nodded slightly and picked up the wine glass handed to him:

"You also know that because of my resume, I don't have any connections except for my fellow classmates and teachers in the Skirmisher Department."

"Yes, who asked Ludwig to forcibly promote you to lieutenant colonel because he was the biological son of the archbishop?" Teacher Erich sighed:

"Of course, if he hadn't done this, you wouldn't be a graduate with the highest military rank in the history of the academy, and he became a brigadier general in just two years; I can only say that if you want to get anything, you have to pay a price!"

"I don't want to hit you, but the current situation is really unfavorable to you - as I just said, the Ministry of War has united tens of thousands of standing legions around Clovis City, completely isolating your Storm Legion. ." He picked up the cup and couldn't help but put it down:

"I say this, you may not understand it now, but you should feel it soon...the arranged station, the normal distribution of supplies, the salaries of soldiers and officers, holiday arrangements, normal promotions and rotations...these are the times when the rear is resting Everything you need will hit a wall at every turn, from the staff to the logistics, everyone will not give your people a good look."

"Even us teachers in the academy are required not to have any contact with the officers of your Storm Legion. When you were still in the Storm Legion, the first batch of officers were graduates who left directly from the academy. This matter The people in the Army Ministry know that." Erich sighed:

"Although the Royal Military Academy is not completely under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of War, the employment of students after graduation, the salary of teachers and military ranks are all linked to the Ministry of War. It is completely impossible to avoid being affected."

"I understand this." Anson nodded slightly and also put down his wine glass:

"Then if I come here today, will it cause you any trouble?"

At this point, he was actually ready to make the trip in vain - after all, the other party had already explained the situation in such detail. Obviously, the Ministry of War also knew very well that the only connections he could find were at the academy, so he could save himself money in advance. Caused a lot of trouble.

As a result, before he could get up, he saw Erich suddenly showing a meaningful smile: "On the contrary, you are absolutely right to come today; to be honest, even if you don't come, maybe one day I will I will go find you personally."

"Oh, why is that?"

"Why? Of course it's because we are all of the same kind - officers from the Skirmisher Division have a very unsatisfactory career in the army. You are already considered the best part!" Erich said in a deep voice: "It's time to do it. When big things happen, of course you are indispensable.”

"...Can I ask what the big deal is?"

"Don't rush me, tell me another thing first." He pushed the wine glass away suddenly and approached Anson with a mysterious expression:

"Tell me, have you ever heard of...the name 'Truth Society'?"