I Will Be The Crowned King

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Just as Viscount Bogner and the Cecil family were contemplating how to use Anson Bach as a tool man, the commander-in-chief of the Storm Legion had returned to their temporary residence in North Harbor with the frightened ambassador of the Free Confederacy.

After a night of trepidation, little Beckland at this moment has completely lost his ability to think: he originally thought that he was here to study, and the diplomatic work was only incidental; but I didn't expect that the Clovis people were really unbelievable enthusiasm, just now It was such a big surprise when it landed.

For someone who is new to an industry, the initial experience of the first job often leaves a deep impression on him.

If he is successful, he will become quite confident later, but if he fails accidentally, it will really take a lifetime to heal his career.

This situation was reflected most vividly in Beckland Weizler: he had no interest in dealing with people, and he was only an ambassador because he wanted to leave Beluga Harbor and study in Clovis City.

Due to the deliberate beautification of a certain girl, he thought the job was very simple at first: attending various banquets, cocktail parties, private dances, regularly visiting the palace to meet the King of Clovis, and touting the Kingdom of Clovis in public The system is superior, the country is strong, the military is strong, and the culture is prosperous...

Then? And then gone.

Anyway, everyone knows that the foreign affairs and internal affairs of the Free Confederacy are not the responsibility of a diplomat. As long as he can play the roles of a vase and a loudspeaker, it is impossible for anyone to expect raw material export quotas from the ambassador.

As a result, on the first day of work, he had to avoid the assassin's pursuit... Anyway, Clovis's impression in Little Beckland's mind has changed from "cultural prosperity" to "spooky and terrifying", and he began to worry about the length of his career and even his life. the length of the

"I personally think that your misfortune and the idea of ​​being accidentally misled is biased."

In the resident's room, An Sen comforted Little Beckland while making coffee skillfully: "Although Clovis is not a paradise, it is definitely not as dangerous as you think. There must be a misunderstanding here."

"Misunderstanding, but they are indeed here to kill me!" Beckland, who was still in shock, shivered: "If it wasn't for everyone from the Storm Legion, I would have died without a place to be buried right now?! right!"

"This..." Anson stopped suddenly, and thought about it seriously: "It's true."

"Please don't explain any more, I understand! Although I have no experience in this area, but... eh?"

Little Beckland, who was vaguely aware of something, was stunned as if he had heard something incredible, and looked at An Sen in disbelief: "You, what did you just say?"

"If there is no Storm Legion and the Cecil family, but the Free Confederation mission and yourself, it is very likely that there will be no burial... just like you said." Anson said without changing his face, still very much. "Intimately" expands the words just now:

"But on the other hand, as long as the Storm Legion is there, you and the entire mission are absolutely safe, aren't you?"

"This…"

"I understand your concerns, Beckland, don't forget how good friends I and your father used to be. The experience of working with him on official business in Beluga Port for many years is a treasure that I will always remember in my life." Anson sighed softly. With a sound, he put the hot coffee in front of him:

"You are his son and the only legitimate heir of the entire Weizler family. I will never treat you badly, let alone hurt you, understand?"

"Clear, understand!"

Little Beckland nodded in a daze, although he vaguely always felt something was wrong: for example, someone spent a total of two years in the new world, for example, someone and his father were actually enemies at first, for example, his father had some kind of above was killed indirectly by the other party...

But these small problems are no longer a problem under Anson's extremely sincere eyes; what's more, he is also very clear that the weak Free Confederation has little standing in front of Clovis, and his own safety in this land. , really can only rely on the commander-in-chief in front of him.

"However, the security issue you mentioned is indeed true; according to my current understanding, Clovis's internal attitude towards the Free Confederation is very complicated. There are friends like North Harbor who hope to make good friends with the Confederacy, and there are deliberate plans to target our enemies. "Anson's expression suddenly became serious:

"The current situation is indeed very unfavorable to you; if you make the wrong choice, it is very likely that you will be doomed!"

"Of course, I will definitely do my best to ensure your personal safety, but the members of the mission are not only you, and the purpose of your coming to Clovis is that the Confederacy can find a reliable ally as soon as possible; If you fail because of the destruction of some people, then the gains outweigh the losses.”

"This is also what worries me the most." Beckland nodded slightly, with a worried expression on his face: "After all, I have absolutely no experience in this area, and I don't have any help. It's okay, in case it becomes the Free Confederation and Clovis again. The fuse of evil, it is not something that can be saved."

After all, Backland has also experienced the colonial war of independence and the jihad that followed, and even witnessed the tragic situation after the war; no matter how much he dislikes the world, he understands that today's Free Confederation simply cannot stand a new war, as well as with Crow. The importance of maintaining an alliance as soon as possible.

The scalding coffee poured into his throat, and the anxious little Beckland finally breathed a sigh of relief and made up his mind.

"Master Anson, I figured it out." He raised his head and said with a serious face: "From Ming... No, from now on, you will replace me as the ambassador of the Free Confederation!"

"I?"

The coffee in Anson's hand flickered, as if very surprised: "You, what are you talking about, I..."

"You are Clovis's general, I understand that, but at the same time, you are also one of the founders of the Free Confederation. No one knows the spirit and interests of the Free Confederation better than you, right?" Beckland Suddenly raising his voice:

"Just like no matter how far away parents are, they can't really separate from their children. As the original founder of the Free Confederation, you will never harm the interests of the Free Confederation. I have absolute confidence in this!"

"Beckland Weizler, wake up!"

Anson's face suddenly turned cold, "Bang!" He put the coffee cup on the coffee table: "Although it may not be your intention to be an ambassador, but now this is your identity, your mission! You are ready to live up to the Confederation's treatment of you. trust?"

"It is precisely in order to live up to everyone's trust in me that I have to do this!" Beckland said righteously: "I know my abilities, and I am simply not up to the mission of seeking dignity and safeguarding interests for the Confederacy; The best way is of course to give it to the person I trust the most and who also has the ability to do it!"

"Lord Anson Bach, of all the people I know, only you are the most loyal to your friends, and at the same time have this ability; you can create a unified country from a new world of scattered sand, and persuade so many selfish and selfish people. Fighting for lofty ideals proves that you absolutely possess this ability!"

"Of course, I also know that your current status is embarrassing, but it doesn't matter, I can still be the ambassador of the Free Confederation in the open, but in private... the actions of everyone in the mission, including myself, will resolutely obey your orders. "

"For the sake of the Free Confederacy, and for the peace and prosperity between the two countries, please never refuse, please!"

After speaking, Beckland, who tightly pursed the corners of his mouth, lowered his head deeply.

"You... ugh."

An Sen sighed heavily, his expression very helpless: "You are already like this, if I don't agree, will I become a traitor of the Free Confederation?"

"So you agreed?!" Little Beckland raised her head with a surprised look on her face.

"I'm afraid of you!" An Sen snorted angrily, his face very helpless: "Okay, but you have to promise me one... No! It's two things."

"First, I'm only responsible for making suggestions and attending certain occasions with you at critical moments; you are still the ambassador of the Free Confederacy, and this must not be changed!"

"That's fine." Beckland said without hesitation, "What about the second?"

"Second..." Anson raised his right index finger and middle finger: "If you decide to follow my plan, you must stick to it from the beginning to the end, and you must not have the slightest doubt about me; if you cannot accept it, then you must start from the beginning. Just tell me, but once you start you must not give up halfway, is this acceptable?"

"Of course!" Beckland still didn't hesitate: "What are we going to do now?!"

"Now... just finish this cup of coffee, take a rest, and leave here."

"Oh."

Beckland scratched his head: "Then... Then I'll go first and leave you alone?"

"No, you stay here and finish your coffee, I'll leave here!" Anson glared at him: "This incident has had too much impact on me, what to do next, I need someone to think about it. !"

As soon as he finished speaking, An Sen got up from the sofa directly, walked away under the relaxed and guilty gaze of Little Beckland, pushed the door and walked out of the living room.

"boom-"

After closing the door hard and confirming that Little Beckland's sight in the room was no longer in his direction, An Sen's face gradually changed from panic to calm, and he could no longer see the slightest unease.

"Clap clap clap..."

Fabian, who had been behind the door early, applauded softly and looked at his immediate superior with unparalleled respect: "As expected of Mr. Anson Bach, in this way, our plan to show strength will not only shock and deter With Viscount Bogner and the Cecil family, even the Free Confederate mission has become yours completely."

"With the Free Confederation's bargaining chips, even if the people from the War Department plan to move you and the Storm Legion, they must also take into account the financial masters behind them...especially those big men who can provide them with weapons and equipment, and operate factories and railways. Maybe even looking at the coordination of cheap raw materials, we can be unmoved, and we can also have a bargaining chip to prevent Viscount Bogner from revolting...it's perfect."

"There is no need to repeat this kind of thing that has been discussed for a long time." Anson looked at him blankly: "Why are you here, Carl?"

"The chief of staff went back ahead of schedule. The legion was quite dissatisfied with the 'temporary action' just now. He had to rush back to appease the soldiers who were emotional."

Fabian shook his head: "Originally, this matter should be the most suitable for you, commander-in-chief, but our chief of staff seems to have completely accepted his fate and regarded himself as your adjutant."

"As for the other officers... Norton seems to have gone to the local Truth Society, the chief medical officer seems to have met his former colleagues, Julien is writing a letter to his mother who is involved with the Old Gods at home, and Lieutenant Colonel Leo is gone in the morning. figure..."

"The only low-key Lieutenant Colonel Alexei should be sleeping in his own room." Fabian shrugged: "But as for whether he is sleeping or is deliberately keeping a low profile, who knows?"

Anson Bach: "...What about you?"

"I just finished the work at hand, and I came to report the latest situation in the army to you." Fabian immediately stood upright and gave Ansen a salute:

"Please don't need to thank me, this is what the deputy commander should do."

Looking at his "loyal" appearance, An Sen, who was greatly moved, raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "If I were you, I wouldn't be so optimistic."

"You mean..."

"Have you figured out how to resolve the matter of Laura Cecil?"

As soon as the words fell, the smile on Fabian's face disappeared immediately.

………………

"What, the UU reading www.uukanshu.com plan has changed?!"

Furious, Laura stood up and stared at the man who had promised herself that she would be absolutely successful, and also swore that his plan was perfect: "You don't, don't mean to just hand over the information to the Free Confederation. The embassy can, can…”

"I did say that, but I also said that the risk of this plan is high." Fabian, who was exhausted in his heart, seemed calm: "Now an accident has occurred, and someone is going to assassinate the ambassador of the Free Confederation... In order to ensure that it can be completed Your wish, we must revise the plan."

"Fulfill my wish, this..."

The blushing girl was about to have a seizure when she suddenly froze in place: "You, you didn't lie, deliberately tricked me into trying to get out - just like last time!"

"Of course not, a lover as charming and characterful as Fu Laura, how can I let go of me once I lost it?" Fabian suddenly stepped forward and knelt on one knee in front of the flustered girl:

"Don't worry, I have already prepared everything I need to do. As long as you are obedient, I will make you satisfied, and I will not let the family worry about you..."