I Will Be The Crowned King

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It turns out that the gap between humans and goldfish is very limited when it comes to memory—at least for Carindians.

When Anson signed the remittance slip of 200,000 gold coins, and approved the disembarkation of the supplies from the Imperial (Han soil) fleet, and ordered the Storm Division and the coalition to patrol the port of Carindia to maintain law and order, the card present at the scene. The Lindian nobles were all grateful and cheered loudly that the alliance between Clovis and Hantu was "unbreakable" and that their friendship "will last forever".

As if it was just a split second, they completely forgot everything that happened more than a month ago, that Anson had extorted the money from them, and now it's just "borrowing" it back.

Just returning one-third of what was stolen, and it was still paid, Anson, the "true devil", was immediately promoted to a saint in the eyes of all Carindians.

This joy of bullying the goldfish brought a serious sense of unreality to the deputy commander of the legion. He felt that the Carindians in front of him were not like living people, but neutral units in the game - loot them first. Fill it up, wait for a while to cool down, and then you can increase your favorability by doing quests.

While complaining in the bottom of his heart, Ansen's determination to continue to search and squeeze this gang of grasshoppers was strengthened.

Facts have proved that this kind of guy who always takes compromise and survival as the first premise and has no position to jump around is totally unworthy of sympathy. optimal solution.

On the premise of recognizing his position, Anson also made a "small" change in Lenore's plan for the reconstruction of Carindia Port.

The first was a loan of 200,000 gold coins, half of which was provided to Carindia not in cash but in goods.

So Anson unceremoniously transferred the money directly to the name of the Storm Division, and sent messengers to use the fastest speed to send a letter to Alan Dawn, the logistics director of the General Staff of Hantu, asking him to raise "a hundred thousand gold coins worth of money". supplies” to the port of Carindia.

The junior secretary who received the letter immediately "understood" Anson's order, and immediately mobilized the members of the Storm Division in the staff to start "with 60,000 gold coins as the maximum limit" to collect all the materials needed to rebuild the city in the rear of Hantu. , and prepare a wagon sufficient to transport at least a quarter of the supplies.

Two days later, a nearly exhausted messenger arrived at the Lighthouse Palace and announced to everyone that all supplies would be ready within seven days (six working days), and the first shipment of supplies would appear in Kalindi within four days. Outside the city gate of Yagang.

Under the temptation of the "five-digit return", the administrators from the church joined forces with the Recruiting Corps, and displayed an efficiency that was enough to make the entire Hantu people stunned.

As for the remaining 100,000 gold coins, Anson did not intend to send it directly to the Carindians, but set up a "Carindia Reconstruction Committee" to supervise and operate the expenditure of this money.

The Storm Division, the Emmanuel family, and Carindia each occupy one-third of the seats in this committee. When the Storm Division withdraws from the port of Carindia, the vacant seat will be handed over to the Hawthorn Cathedral.

This is not because of how much Anson has a good impression of the church - he is only infinitely loyal to the Franz family - purely out of reciprocity to the Archbishop of Hantu, thanking the other party for maintaining neutrality during the occupation of the imperial advance army and not taking the storm out of it. The division's account was handed over to the Imperials.

Although the Church of Order has always advertised that it does not interfere in secular affairs, the authority of the archbishop of each diocese is actually very large; if the other party is really forced to hand over the account under pressure, even if the money can be recovered in the end, there must be no small loss. .

Therefore, even if the other party just did "what is his share", Anson must express his gratitude - by the way, to win over the relationship, so that when the "200,000 indemnity" is transferred to the Ministry of War, the other party can help him cover and avoid Wear help.

For Anson's approach, Lenore, the actual owner of Port Carindia, agreed.

Although it is a little uncomfortable to think that the money that you have borrowed will be borrowed by the lender, this "committee" is indeed a good way for the Emmanuel family to learn more about the recovery of the Port of Carindia.

On the other hand, he actually thought about the same as Anson, and he didn't have the slightest trust in the Carindians who jumped repeatedly; in fact, even if Anson didn't mention this condition, it was impossible for Lenore to give them the money with confidence. .

In fact, if it wasn't for the defense of the Lighthouse Palace, these cowards finally showed a little bit of courage similar to when the "rabbit was driven to death". He originally planned to hang all these traitors.

Therefore, after reaching a tacit understanding among many parties, the "Carindia Port Reconstruction Committee" was officially established to organize post-war recovery work and put this once prosperous port city back on the right track, so as to show the two major cities of Hantu and Clovis. The solidarity of the kingdom.

As for the attitude of the Carindians... who cares about them?

With a boundless good mood, Anson, holding a glass of iced Tirpitz rum, turned around and returned to the Hall of the Lighthouse Palace.

The dilapidated Beacon Palace, which was under siege by the imperial advance army a few days ago, has already been repainted; bright red carpets cover the floors that were originally full of blood plasma and explosion marks, and the walls smelling of gunpowder smoke in countless roots. Under the illumination of scented candles, the lights are bright, and the originally broken crystal chandeliers re-bloomed brightly, just like the sun in full bloom.

And under the brilliance of this "crystal sun", there is a feast of feasting, singing and dancing, and staggering... The officers are drinking hard around the table, and the Carindian nobles in Chinese clothes wantonly show their generosity as hosts. The noble and elegant pretty girl is looking for her prey on the dance floor under the melodious tune of the band.

Seafood from Hantu, fine wine from the empire, dessert from Clovis, game from the Elven Kingdom of Iser... Delicious delicacies from the entire world of order are randomly placed on every table for all guests to enjoy.

If it weren't for the view of the devastated city outside through the windows and balconies, one would even wonder if the tragic battle for the port of Carindia had really happened, let alone feel that the city under his feet was starving among the ruins. .

Despite reaching the point of making ends meet and even taking out loans, the nobles of Carindia insisted on holding a grand banquet to celebrate "the common victory of two great kingdoms", and by the way coaxed Anson, the "devil savior", to hold a grand banquet. happy.

For this self-deception "self-hypnosis", although Ansen did not catch a cold - the 20,000 army of the Imperial Expeditionary Force was still storming the Aiden Fortress - but it did not stop him.

What's more, after the Storm Division fought two consecutive battles on two battlefields, and experienced an extremely severe forced march, it really needed to rest and relax.

And they do have the qualifications... If the storm division and the entire vast land were almost at an absolute disadvantage when the port of Carindia fell, then with the successive destruction of the imperial fleet and the advance army, the balance that was once tilted Has been rebalanced, even giving Anson a slight edge.

On the west side, the "Army of 300,000" led by Claude Francois has absolute strength and the advantage of local operations. On the east front, the Thun Corps has also moved north to support the beleaguered Ludwig. Major General Franz.

An Sen firmly believed that with the two men's great talents, backed by absolutely sufficient logistical supply lines, and the fact that he had cut off the tentacles of the empire extending to the weak hinterland of Hantu, the mere imperial expeditionary force and the Thirteenth Council were not worth mentioning at all. !

Even if there is a little accident, the Hantu army can still retreat with great strides. The empire's 20,000 expedition forces are not enough to conquer the entire Hantu; and no matter how the Thirteenth Council is struggling, the Church of Order will not be able to let a group of people take the initiative to expose themselves. The arrogant old gods continued to live arrogantly.

In short, it's a win, and if you lie flat, you can at least be tied, so how can you lose? !

This is not even an idea of ​​Anson alone, but the consensus of the entire Storm Division, and even everyone in the entire hall of the Lighthouse Palace; after the tragic Battle of Port Carindia, the originally "invincible" imperial army suddenly became It has become an existence in the eyes of everyone who "seems not to be very good".

"It doesn't look like this war will last long."

The enthusiastic Archbishop of Hantu came to Anson with a glass of warm wine, and congratulated Anson with a little intoxication: "Dear Deputy Commander Anson Bach, should I congratulate you in advance?"

"Your compliment is truly frightening." With a wry smile of shame, Anson humbly touched the glass with the good man on the same level as Luther Franz: "But now it seems that there is no time to celebrate. At that time, we have not yet repelled the Empire's invasion of Han soil."

"What's more, even if it is repelled, the credit should belong to Major General Ludwig; as his subordinate, I will be satisfied as long as I can get the reward that belongs to me."

"Oh?" The good-natured Bishop took a sip of his wine with a meaningful look:

"Then... what else?"

He is also the archbishop of the Church of Order. Although the Diocese of Hantu is far less prosperous than the Diocese of Clovis, he also has his own intelligence network; the "relationship" between Anson and the Franz family, and the "relationship" of the Francois family. Blood Source", I know a little bit about it.

With this kind of network, young people with promising prospects are definitely not the type that can be satisfied with "deserved rewards".

other? I also want to get rid of the control of the Rune family. I want to have my own steam differential engine. I want to be a blasphemous mage of curse magic and not be wanted by the church. I wonder if you can help... Anson smiled embarrassedly:

"If I have the opportunity, I would like to become a brigadier general and serve as the infantry division commander of a certain Clovis standing army, or the deputy commander of the regiment; and then if I can successfully retire, I will go to the Royal Military Academy as a guest lecturer."

"That's all?" The good old Bishop blinked:

"I mean .

"You may not know much about Clovis's rank system."

Anson explained: "Although it doesn't require one's background like an empire, it's very unexpected for a small country noble like me to become a colonel - the brigadier general and above are usually the promotion privileges of the big nobles. It's a dream."

"But I still think you are too modest." The archbishop still shook his head, looking at Anson as if to imply something:

"In my opinion, your future is not limited by a 'brigadier general'."

"I am not quite sure what you mean."

"No, Your Honorable Deputy Commander, I think you know exactly what I'm talking about." The Archbishop patted Anson on the shoulder, and looked at him with the look of a senior looking at a junior:

"It's nothing, when the opportunity comes, you should hold on tight and don't let go, especially when this opportunity is closely related to the times."

"Supposing...it's purely an analogy...what would you feel if the church today no longer continues to abide by the forty-seventh year of the saint's calendar?"

Um? !

An Sen immediately became alert, but his expression remained as calm as ever, shrugging as if he was just chatting: "It doesn't feel like it, in fact, I think this is normal."

"As a religious organization that controls the entire order of the world banking industry, education industry, stands at the forefront of all modern technologies and represents the highest consensus~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If the church still intends to continue to abide by the agreement of the second public order meeting; And today’s war-torn world is enough to prove that an orderly world really needs a power of the highest will to avoid war and mediate coordination among countries.”

"Really? But unfortunately, not everyone thinks so. Some 'small groups' even think that our church is too lenient and should further restrict the power of the church."

The Archbishop laughed and said, "Their name is 'The Truth Society' - I heard that you had contact with them when you suppressed the Clovis riots?"

"Yes, but I don't have a good impression of them."

An Sen nodded calmly, the more terrible it is, the more difficult it is to deny it: "It's just a group of marginalized groups that resist power, it's not worth mentioning at all; this kind of person really wants to complain about not being power, but complaining about why it isn't. they themselves."

"So my opinion is that this kind of person might as well be kept. After all, no matter how perfect we are, there will still be some opponents. It is better to keep a group of extremists who believe in St. Isaac than to keep a group of old gods. stronger."

Anson bit the word "we" hard.

Archbishop Hantu was very satisfied with his remarks, so he turned around and left after touting Anson's "promising future".

An Sen, who was finally relieved, turned his head and found that Fabian had appeared behind him at some point, holding a letter that had been taken apart in his hand.

"Bad news?" Anson guessed.

Fabian, who frowned slightly, nodded and handed the letter to Anson:

"Aiden's frontier fortress was breached by the Imperial Expeditionary Force."

"……when?"

"yesterday!"