I Will Be The Crowned King

Although he knew for a long time that the so-called "Moby-Dick Port Defense Commander" could never be a good job, but after he really got a general understanding of the situation, Anson was still somewhat depressed. First release https://(www)https://m/.x81zw./com/

Of course, everything has two sides - the current Ice Dragon Fjord is already a powder keg, even if he and the storm division continue to intensify the conflict, the situation will not get worse.

Considering the pie he gave to the Rune family, this intensified situation is even a good thing to some extent; after all, if the colony is peaceful, the storm division as an external force will not have much room to intervene.

This also leads to another question, that is, was this inspired by Luther Franz?

Obviously, the Rune family has the idea of ​​expanding its influence to the New World, and even relocating its foundation to the colony; if Luther Franz knew this, would it prove that he planned to take advantage of this opportunity to bring Clovis to the top of the colony? The mighty Old God faction, expelled from the land of Clovis?

If this is the case, then I can't just pretend and continue to make a big pie for the Rune family, but actually create a sufficient environment and situation for the rune family's rule.

In other words, the original target of the storm division must be adjusted accordingly; stability maintenance and mediation are absolutely impossible, maybe he has to find a way to intensify the conflict and make the powder keg burn more violently. .

But there is also a problem. Once the riots and riots expand, it will inevitably affect the security and stability of the colonial trade. It is hard to say what will happen to other people at that time. I, the "Beluga Port Defense Commander", will definitely be held accountable!

It is not easy to throw the blame when something goes wrong, which is one of the disadvantages of having a system.

Anson, who was very worried, accompanied William for two more drinks, and the latter got up and said goodbye. As the captain of the battleship, especially as a colonel commanding the battleship, William Cecil seemed extremely cautious and did not dare to be slack. .

"Ah, there is one more thing."

Just before leaving, William suddenly turned around as if he had suddenly remembered something, and said to Anson: "In the next few days, if there is no particularly important matter, it is better if you try not to leave the cabin."

"If... I'm saying if you see something like a hurricane or a sea monster, please don't panic or do anything superfluous, just leave it to us."

"About all questions during the voyage, the captains of each ship and I will be fully responsible. If there is anything you need to know, we will inform you as soon as possible. If you want to know anything, please ask me directly. "

"Other than that, you and your storm division only need to stay in the cabin and wait for the arrival at the Ice Dragon Fjord with peace of mind. You don't need to ask about anything else... Is that okay?"

Although he used the tone of a request, William Cecil's expression was very serious, as if he would not allow the other party to refuse.

So Anson didn't ask much, nodded and said, "Of course there's no problem... I'll call up the officers on various ships and ask them to restrain their subordinates from running around."

"Then I'll trouble you."

After speaking, William's face returned to a smile, and he looked at Lisa, who was eating canned food all over his face: "Today's lunch time is half past eleven, I will let them prepare lobster bisque and cheese langoustine. Mu cakes—that's a feature of The Crown, so please enjoy them."

"Um!"

The girl nodded her head happily, raised her little face full of applesauce, and showed William an innocent smile like an angel.

He's such a lovely boy, maybe I'm thinking too much?

Recalling the experience of being startled by the little girl just now, the young naval officer said goodbye and turned away while secretly laughing at himself for being overly vigilant.

………………

"Sea monster?"

In the slightly swaying cabin, Carl Bain, holding a bottle of rum, looked at Anson nervously: "Did he really say that?"

"These are his original words."

Anson nodded slightly, and glanced at Fabian who seemed to be thinking beside him: "I guess it's probably because the route in the next few days is more dangerous, and I want us not to act arbitrarily on the ship, or interfere with the command of the fleet's operations. Right."

This is not a random guess. After all, the conflict between the navy and the army has a long history. Even if the top management of the two sides can understand each other, it does not mean that the middle and lower levels can do it; especially they are still on the ship, and the navy is not used to it. It is not something that will never happen if officers and soldiers target or deliberately challenge things.

Rather than wait until the problem breaks out, it is better to give a "goodwill warning" in advance, so that it is more appropriate for both parties to maintain a relatively safe distance.

What's more, although the storm division is asking for help, at least the two parties are in a relationship of employment and employment. understand. Genius one second to remember 噺バ一Chinese m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

Well, although I do have this idea.

"I think that what Colonel William Cecil said might be true."

Fabian said suddenly.

Um? !

Anson and Carl raised their heads sharply at the same time, looking at the former guard officers with different expressions.

"I've been talking privately with quite a few crew members aboard the Crown in the last few days—mostly guys who can talk for hours after a few drinks." Fabian shrugged. , asked very plainly:

"The New World is different from the Order World, the Church of Order has little influence here, and even the believers in the Ring of Order are completely different from us, which is more in line with the faction that prevailed in Edland during the sect split. I remember it seems to be called... "

"Universal Emperor." Before Fabien could speak, An Sen spoke calmly.

Regarding this knowledge, he made up for it when he was in Beigang. In the 320th year of the Saints' calendar, the continuous "war of sectarian division" caused a large number of refugees.

While the war disrupted commercial activities, it also severely disrupted the local social structure, becoming chaotic and turbulent.

For this reason, churches around the world began to put forward new doctrines, arguing that churches should be the ones who prevent the struggle between believers and countries, target the infidels, encourage and support all pioneering and foreign exploration actions, and sacrifice for success or because of it. Great honor awarded.

At the same time, the management of commercial activities should be relaxed, allowing lending and working on weekends; even actively participating in it, using the credibility and power of the church as collateral to provide convenience and guarantees for ocean exploration and trade.

Later, the financial and monetary system of the Church of Order was absorbed and merged from this faction.

But it has been more than 100 years since the sects merged... If the colony is really like Fabian said that the mainstream religion is Universalism, then apart from the names, the beliefs of the two sides are probably two completely different things.

"In addition to the mainstream Ring of Order beliefs, there are various heretical organizations large and small, as well as the indigenous beliefs of the local indigenous people." Fabian continued:

"Because the church has never been able to establish parishes and cathedrals in the colonies, and the colonies are powerless and unwilling to interfere in these, these heretical beliefs are everywhere. It is said that even if the old gods blatantly walk on the street, no one will ask."

"No one cares about the Old Gods?!" Carl's eyes widened:

"But what does this have to do with sea monsters?"

"Among all these heretical beliefs, there is a legend called the 'Sea of ​​the Abyss' that has the widest spread." Fabian ignored Carl and continued:

"It is said that in the deepest part of the turbulent sea, there is a huge sea beast beyond imagination; whenever the moonless night at the end of the year, he will use the power of the star river to open the gate of the sea of ​​​​the abyss. On a beach somewhere."

"His appearance resembles a huge mollusk, with hundreds of heads, thousands of horns, and hundreds of millions of tentacles... Even if ordinary people stand by, they can't spy on His appearance; but if you break the taboo and see it with your own eyes, then this person will be in the first place. For a while, I was crushed by an incomprehensible terror, or awakened to a power that even I couldn't understand."

Anson couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

I seem to have heard a similar description from someone.

"In legend, the 'sea of ​​the abyss' in which this indescribable beast resides is a body of water 'parallel' to this world... Theoretically, it can appear anywhere in the rough sea; ordinary ships will not He is hurt or intercepted by Him, but once there is any blasphemous act that defiles the sea, it will be dragged into it by hundreds of millions of tentacles in the endless storm."

"At the same time, He is also the 'gatekeeper' of the New World and the 'reaper' of all those who trespass on this land; if too few people fall into the water in a certain year, He will set off a terrifying storm and cause shipwrecks and shipwrecks. into the bottom of the sea."

"And in order to harvest the missing life, the end of each year may become the moment when He rolls up storms and monstrous waves, and reaps the living beings."

"And the crew who told me this legend also said another very interesting 'tradition' on rough seas - if they had a shipwreck, a fight broke out, or even if someone stumbled and couldn't be rescued, everyone would Silently recite this sentence..."

"May the Lord of Youyuan this year have harvested a lot."

Fabian picked up the rum bottle on the table and silently poured himself a glass.

In the slightly swaying cabin, it suddenly fell silent.

Karl, who was holding a full glass of rum, twitched his throat hard, and his trembling right hand began to **** for the remaining cigarettes in his jacket pocket.

Anson, who was staring at the map, fell into contemplation and began to recall a certain crazy old professor.

"Then... how far is it?" Carl paused, his face pale and he looked a little nervous; of course, it was more because of seasickness.

"How far is it from this year's... quota?"

Fabian looked at him and shook his head calmly: "I don't know."

"you do not know?"

"I really don't know - this is a legend, it's a story, no one counts the performance of the monster in the story, and no one knows what his annual performance index is."

"..."

"But one thing can be confirmed." Fabian's indifferent words changed:

"The rough seas in winter are calmer than those in summer, but the accident rate is the highest; because the ship is slower and the sailing time is longer, the more likely it is to hit all kinds of emergencies: reefs, icebergs, sudden Storms, huge sea beasts cruising on the seabed, pirates hunting everywhere, enemy warships..."

"Stop!" Karl, who was half scared to death, quickly raised his hand to interrupt him:

"Anyway, these problems have nothing to do with us, right - we have a battleship under our feet!"

"Theoretically, yes."

"Oh, that's nothing... Theoretically?!"

"Yes, there are four other cruisers on the battleship Crown, all of which are about to be retired." Fabian said as a matter of course:

"Although it still looks strong, it still cannot change the fact that she is an old ship that is about to be retired. Otherwise, how could the Royal Navy be willing to lend a capital ship to the army and use it as a transport ship?"

"But..." Carl was startled:

"This is a battleship, with only twenty-four pound cannons..."

"Sixty twenty-four-pounders and two sixty-eight-pounder Carrons; cruiser Serenity, thirty eighteen-pounders and five thirty-two-pounders; cruiser Bullfight, two twenty-four-pounders Eighteen, plus a twelve-pounder gun on the foredeck and aft deck..."

Fabien took a sip of his wine: "Yes, I asked specifically, at least there are enough artillery pieces."

"At least?!"

The pale-faced Carl immediately sensed the problem.

"Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although the artillery is sufficient, on average, the entire fleet has only half the base of shells and gunpowder... It will be gone after a dozen rounds." Fabian explained:

"Of course, this is also for the purpose of packing the 6,000-odd people of us, including the crew of each ship, into the cabin, without affecting the speed of the ship too much, and we must try to free up some space."

"But……"

Carl was about to speak when a pale light suddenly appeared on his face.

"Boom!!!!"

The next second, a sudden loud noise came from a distance, and the three of them subconsciously stood up at the same time, looking in the direction of the sound.

A few minutes ago, the clear sky in the distance had been engulfed by dark clouds unknowingly, and was surging towards the fleet at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The clear water began to churn, turning into an incomparably deep black; the candlestick placed on the table suddenly swayed, churning up and down following a certain melody.

"boom!"

Without any recruitment, the closed window was suddenly smashed open, and the strong wind that rolled with the strong smell of the sea poured into the cabin, instantly extinguishing the candlestick, making the entire room dark.

Karl, who was almost blown to the ground, crawled up in embarrassment, and found Anson standing by the window holding the glass window, staring at the dark clouds in the distance, with a particularly solemn expression.

"What's up?"

"Ah, nothing."

Without looking back, An Sen swallowed his saliva and let the sea wind blow on him:

"Big... Probably I... misread it."