I Will Be The Crowned King

In the quiet study, Alan Dawn, who didn't seem to realize what he said, still stood behind the table politely, smiling at Anson who was stunned.

After a minute, An Sen, who had slowed down a little, resisted the urge to turn around and leave, and looked at the boy in disbelief: "You, you said just now... this... there are eight companies of troops... the current total strength uh... just the two of us?"

"To be more precise, there is only one of you, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach." The smiling Allen shook his head slightly:

"I'm just a humble clerk."

An Sen, who frowned wildly, took a deep breath and continued to ask: "But you just said that the budget is sufficient..."

"That's right." The boy nodded solemnly:

"All officers and soldiers enjoy regular army salaries, transportation, housing, gas and heating subsidies in Wangdu, and accident and medical insurance; one day off a week, and one day off every month... Our budget is absolutely sufficient!"

The premise is that someone has to take this life-saving money... An Sen twitched the corners of his mouth:

"...You said just now that you are fully staffed..."

"Of course!" The boy said without hesitation:

"In order to ensure the smooth formation of this army, the church dispatched thirty clerks to be responsible for the bookkeeping, forty to be responsible for administration, and eighty to be responsible for the logistics... Their overwhelmed hard work allows you to use the fastest speed. Form this army!"

So there are currently 152 people in this army, including 151 administrators and one soldier... An Sen felt that the corners of his mouth twitched even more:

"...You also said that you are well-trained..."

"That's for sure." The young man smiled brighter:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, with the deteriorating social security situation in Clovis City, the army you set up will definitely have sufficient combat experience; I don't understand military affairs, but excellent armies are tempered by the fire of war. isn't it?"

That's right, there are also those who were burnt clean on the first day of formation... An Sen felt that if this continued, the corners of his mouth had to cramp.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Alan standing behind the desk blinked: "As your secretary, you can speak freely to me with any questions."

"Oh, by the way, that's why I'm here waiting for you - by order of Archbishop Luther Franz, from today onwards I'll be your clerk to assist you in all matters concerning this Paperwork for the Army."

"My working hours are from 7:00 am to 9:00 pm, with a one-hour lunch break in the middle, open on weekends but with three fixed paid holidays per month, and the salary is borne by the church; in addition..."

"I have a question." Anson stole: "I... how much time do we have to build this army?"

"Good question! It's really sharp, Your Excellency Anson Bach." The young man boasted unabashedly:

"We have a full month to form the army - which includes recruiting soldiers, choosing garrison sites, hiring officers and procuring quarters - uniforms, bags, weapons, ammunition, livestock... these all have to be finalized in no time."

"I'm responsible for all this?!" Anson was shocked.

"Of course not." The young man shook his head, took out a thick document from behind him like a juggler, and handed it to him: "Please take a look at this proposal. It has listed everything you need to know."

"Including a list of suitable officers, all factories around the capital that can quickly place orders and pick up goods, recruiting areas with suitable cost-effectiveness, and all military camps that may be rented or bought... You can tick the ones you like, and the rest Self-employed within ten to thirty working days.”

"Just a tick?" Anson couldn't believe it.

The boy nodded affirmatively: "You are the officer, you just need to make a decision."

"Did no one discuss or argue with me?"

"No." The boy blinked and said in a natural tone: "We are all humble clerks, accountants, typists and clerks, and our job is to carry out your orders."

Looking at the document thicker than a book in his hand, An Sen was a little confused: "Is there anything else?"

"Another good question, Your Excellency Anson Bach!" The teenager walked up to him with another stack of documents:

"As your clerk, I will make a schedule for the next week for you to ensure that all work can be carried out in an orderly manner; you can notify me one day in advance of people who you may or do not want to see, deal with personal issues or official business, and need to attend. Dinners and meetings, and all the places you plan to go...I can help you with that."

"Anywhere?"

"Anyone or any place in the capital, notify one day in advance, and I will arrange it for you." The young man smiled diligently.

"Uh... what about... the royal palace, for example?"

"no problem!"

The teenager smiled and said: "If you just enter the palace, there will be a very good occasion tomorrow - the Privy Council intends to invite the army high-level officials to hold a semi-public party, and many officers will be present, but it is not difficult to get an admission ticket. ...are you planning to go?"

"No!" An Sen smiled reluctantly: "I'm just making an analogy."

"That's such a pity." The teenager shook his head and sighed: "As an officer, you should actually appear in some social occasions, which is very helpful to your future and network."

"Actually, as far as I know, you are in a lot of trouble right now-because the Army has seized your military academy diploma and documents, the allowance has not been paid." Some apologies:

"I'm very sorry, please forgive me if my behavior offends you - as a qualified and responsible clerk, it is very necessary for me to be my immediate supervisor before taking office."

"...It's okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~ continue." Anson waved his hand indifferently... Anyway, it's not a secret, and he didn't plan to hide anything.

"My suggestion is to go to the Wang Family Military Academy to solve this problem at 10:30 tomorrow morning. This is your legal right." The boy asked tentatively, "If you can accept this time, then I will arrange it in It's on your schedule."

"No problem, see you tomorrow."

Anson, who was holding a stack of documents, stood up and was about to turn to leave when Alan Dawn suddenly stopped him behind him.

"Ah! Sorry, please wait a minute, there is something else you need to be sure of!"

An Sen, who was forced to stop, turned around and watched the somewhat flustered young man walk around from behind the desk with a note and trot all the way to An Sen.

"whats the matter?"

"Name!" Alan Dawn widened his eyes and looked at Anson with a very serious expression:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, you have to give this unit a name!"