I Will Be The Crowned King

Go back 30 minutes to the time...

"Gentlemen, I think there is a little misunderstanding between us."

Sitting on a chair padded with a leather bag, a smiling Allen looked at the circle of sullen faces around him, his elbows on the table looking down at his officers.

In the dead office, only the sound of the scribes' fingers tapping on the typewriter could be heard.

"From the conversation just now, you seem to think that I am here to present the diploma and allowance certificate about Anson Bach... That was a misrepresentation, my mistake." The boy nodded apologetically and said with a smile. :

"Then allow me to repeat my purpose here: according to the laws of the kingdom, all supporting documents should be completed within fifteen working days, delivered within twenty working days, and issued within thirty working days. feedback."

"Today is January 22, and the deadline for both documents has passed; the Army has no right to continue to seize the documents... So I am not applying, but 'request' you to complete the delivery in 30 minutes."

The voice that was so calm that the tone of voice could be heard completely echoed in the dust-filled office.

The officers biting their pipes looked at each other, and finally a bald middle-aged man put down his pipe, cleared his throat, and took a document from the clerk behind him.

"Pastor Allen Dawn, we have a document in our hands, which mentions that Anson Bach's rank order was an application from the front line, an order issued directly by the Privy Council, and did not go through the Army." The bald middle-aged man was cold. Looking at the boy who smiled at him:

"We have another document. Apparently, His Excellency Anson Bach did not return immediately after the training in the southern fortress, as ordered by the Royal Military Academy; but, at his own discretion, stayed in the Levy of Thundercastle until the end of the war; so According to the laws of the kingdom..."

"The 61st year of the Saint Calendar, "Standard Planning for Middle and Low-Rank Officers"." Alan Dawn said without warning:

“Its Regulation No. 2, No. 1, stipulates that promotion of rank must be approved by the Army, and it is reiterated in Regulation No. 4 of A.R. 62; Regulation No. 4, No. 3 stipulates that graduating officers must be graduating within twelve working days. Arrive, otherwise the college has the right to decide whether or not to graduate based on the performance and attitude of the students.”

After speaking, he smiled and looked at the bald officer with a change in expression and the document in his hand: "Thank you for your reminder, Lieutenant Colonel Becker."

"Since you know, then we don't have to explain anything." With a light cough, the bald officer and the people around him looked at each other: "Please come back, this is the end of this matter..."

"But in the southern city-state war in the 72nd year of the Saint Calendar, the Privy Council submitted a new draft." Alan Dawn interrupted again with a smile:

"Its content stipulates that Article 1 of the original Act No. 2 shall be revoked, and the amendment of Article 5 of the 72nd year of the saint's calendar shall be approved; rights, and reaffirms the rights of lower-ranking officers under the Officers Act of Saint 61."

As the boy spoke, he took out a thick stack of documents from the leather bag under him and handed them to the officers on the opposite side; the calm tone was like the melody of a typewriter, echoing in everyone's mind:

"The outline of the draft clearly states that it aims to re-establish the military academy's personal control over middle and low-ranking officers; it can be simply summarized as the 72nd year of the saint's calendar to replace the 62nd year of the saint's calendar, and to " Amendment to the Standard Plan for Middle and Lower Rank Officers in the 61st Year of the Saint Calendar."

"By the way, if you have passed the history subjects, you will not forget the great debate in the 72nd year of the saint's calendar. It was the excellent Brigadier General Schwartz who sent a message to the Royal Military Academy at the Imperial Council. The representatives of the people refuted them one by one, and put forward the concept of 'the military officer's loyalty to the monarch', and the bill was finally passed."

The ugly-looking officers frowned one by one, biting their pipes with gloomy expressions, and puffing clouds.

Alan Dawn with a straight waist sat on the leather bag, maintaining his faint smile in the sight of smoky and malicious eyes.

Ten minutes later, the bald officer with the pipe took two puffs, like a lion awakening from a deep sleep, looking down at the thin boy:

"It's...you...the things you just said..."

"…What's the meaning?"

The corner of the smiling boy's mouth rose, and his eyes twitched.

"It means that from the 72nd year of the saint's calendar, if the Royal Military Academy announces that it will not allow a student to graduate, it must first be reported to the Privy Council and presented to the imperial court before being detained." Allen explained very sincerely:

"As for the twelve working days mentioned by the lieutenant colonel... As early as the 62nd year of the saint's calendar, supplementary content was added: if force majeure occurs, it is allowed to be postponed."

"Traffic accidents, natural disasters, disease outbreaks... encountering wars are all expressly stipulated force majeure."

Allen paused for a moment, his eyes swept across the faces of the officers in front of him one by one: "So unless you have an order directly from the imperial front, no one has the right to seize this diploma."

"Last night, I have investigated all the complaints from the Army in the Privy Council in the past 30 days, and no relevant documents have been issued... So, I personally think there is no."

The expressions of the silent officers changed slightly, and they were obviously much uglier than before.

But this brief silence lasted only a dozen or so seconds. The bald officer with a complicated expression and the people around him looked at each other and nodded tacitly.

"Let's not talk about the graduation certificate, but there is still a problem with Anson Bach's rank." The bald officer said coldly, as if penetrating eyes swept across the thin teenager:

"You are indeed quite proficient in the laws of the kingdom; but can you tell me that any order for promotion to rank that is not recognized by the Army has legal effect?"

"On this point, the Privy Council has passed the promotion order for Anson Bach, and at the same time has not been explicitly opposed by the Army." Allen defended: "From a legal point of view..."

"Boom!"

The pipe in the hand of the bald officer slammed on the table, and there was a loud noise without warning and soot that splashed out with sparks. Allen, who had not changed his face just a moment ago, trembled all over, and almost fell off the chair. .

"From a legal point of view, does the Army have the right not to recognize his rank?" The bald officer stared coldly at the frightened teenager, like a beast staring at the prey that was about to be slaughtered:

"Tell us, Reverend Alan Down."

"This, this, this... this... Indeed, from a legal point of view, the Army does have the right to question the rank, but... but this must be based on the premise of a solid basis."

The frightened Alan swallowed and his breathing became rapid: "Besides..."

"Besides, he is also suspected of being an old god!" The bald officer rudely steals:

"The bizarre murder of the Steel Sky, the explosion of the Bleiman Street cafe, and the death and accidental disappearance of soldiers outside St. Isaac's College... Three consecutive cases of suspected Old Gods, Anson Bach was all present!"

"Then, those are just accidents!"

Cold sweat ran across the boy's forehead: "I believe that as long as a detailed investigation, Anson Bach can definitely be cleared of suspicion; not to mention there is no clear evidence to prove that he is indeed involved in the above three cases."

"But do you have any evidence to prove his innocence?" The bald officer snorted lowly, with an obviously unfriendly smile on his face:

"…Have it?"

"I believe as long as..."

"Have it?"

"The crux of the matter is..."

"Have it?!"

"I……"

At this moment, the young man covered in cold sweat opened his mouth and stopped talking, breathing rapidly and without rhythm.

The commanding-eyed officers had sneering sneers at the corners of their mouths, as if they were looking down at a worm who was overpowering, a clown who showed himself in front of them.

"…no."

The simple words seemed to have unprecedented weight when they were read out of Alan's mouth.

At the same time as the words fell, the eyes of the officers signaled each other either openly or darkly, and different expressions showed similar smug expressions.

"Since there isn't, then there's no need for us to talk any further, Reverend Alan Dawn." The bald officer biting his pipe snorted coldly:

"As the glorious Clovis Royal Family Army, we are happy to acknowledge the outstanding achievements of His Excellency Anson Bach in the academy and his exploits at Fort Thunder, which are also the glory of the Army."

"But it's very regrettable...because he was involved in three consecutive murders, and each case had a large number of casualties and was suspected to be related to the old gods." The bald officer who sneered maliciously, deliberately aggravated the word 'regret' Tone:

"For the honor of the Royal Family Army, and for the sake of Anson Bach's own innocence, until he is completely cleared of all charges, the Army cannot issue his diploma and stipend certificate to him, let alone recognize his rank and the academy graduate's identity. identity!"

When the pale boy heard the last sentence, his body trembled involuntarily.

"Dear gentlemen..." As if trying his best to summon up his courage, Alan straightened his neck and tried his best to calm his breathing: "Is this really your final decision?"

The bald officer didn't answer his question, his eyes hidden in the smoke seemed to laugh at the dying boy.

"Isn't there any room for manoeuvre?" The young man desperately squeezed out a smile, his eyes swept across the delicate faces:

"I believe there must be some misunderstanding here. It must be because of a problem with the wording of both of us, which led to a deviation in understanding, right?"

"It must be like this, right?!"

Powerless words sounded, and then fell without a response.

Allen, with his eyes wide open, waited anxiously for a response; but all he waited for was silence and the silent mockery of the officers.

Time passes by minute by minute.

This repressed silence lasted for five minutes, and the boy who was desperately trying to maintain his state gradually lost his smile.

"...Okay, I understand." He lowered his head and sighed. Alan pursed his lips with a lonely expression, and no longer looked at the officers who were looking down at him:

"Since this is the final decision of the gentlemen, as a humble clerk, I have no right to interfere in your choice."

"I only urge you to wait until we meet again, and hope that our future cooperation with each other will not be affected by today's unpleasantness."

"Then...Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedules, goodbye."

When the words fell, the boy jumped out of the chair, stood behind the table and bowed to the officers, picked up his purse, and silently turned to leave.

"etc!"

At this moment, the bald officer suddenly opened his mouth and shouted:

"You just said to meet again...and cooperation...what do you mean?"

At that moment, the corner of Aaron's mouth raised slightly with his back to the officer and his expression lost.

"The second order conference in the forty-seventh year of the saint's calendar stipulates that the church of order will remain neutral and will no longer interfere in the internal affairs of other countries." With the resounding voice, Allen turned around and faced those who stared at him viciously again. the officers:

"But...except for suspected belief incidents!"

The smoky office was dead silent.

"According to the regulations, once there is an incident involving the activities of the old gods, the Church of Order has the right to apply to the royal family, dispatch the Knights of Judgment and the Trial Office to intervene in the investigation, and have absolute control over the case." Allen said with a faint smile:

"Of course, the premise of this is that the Church of Order makes an application - in order to improve the relationship between the Clovis Kingdom and the Church in the past two decades, the Archbishop Luther Franz has always adhered to the principle of neutrality. Such drastic measures will be used, only to ask the Privy Council to transfer the arrested members of the Old God faction to the church at the end."

"But this time the situation is clearly different, so I can't guarantee that the Archbishop will still do it."

"Obviously different?!" The bald officer flashed an unpleasant emotion in his eyes, and asked subconsciously:

"why?"

"Because Lord Anson Bach was officially appointed by the Archbishop yesterday as the Church's Security Army, the top commander of the Storm Corps!" Allen raised his chin slightly, trying to make himself as parallel to the other party's line of sight as possible:

"This is not just a matter of the old gods, but a question of the credibility of the church and the purity of the faith - is the commander appointed by the church of order an old god? As a former priest, I don't think the archbishop will Ignore this kind of thing!"

"So taking advantage of my position, I wrote a letter and sent it to the Archbishop before coming here."

Looking at the officers who were getting more and more ugly~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the eyes of the officers were constantly interacting with each other, the smiling boy bowed again and saluted:

"Therefore... I hope that when we meet again, our future cooperation will not be affected by today's dispute - since we are going to intervene in the investigation, of course all members of our storm team must also participate, and I hope you will cooperate at that time."

After speaking, the young man slowly took a half step back, turned and walked towards the door.

Just as he reached for the door handle, the bald officer's shout came from behind him again.

"Wait a moment!"

The smiling boy looked back calmly and looked at the officers sincerely:

"Excuse me...what else?"

"No, nothing!"

At this moment, the bald officer with an extremely ugly expression tried his best to squeeze a smile on his face:

"It's just... there are some small misunderstandings."