I Will Be The Crowned King

Although the distance was not far, it took Anson three full days to return to the Beluga Harbor City Council from Longhu Town.

In addition to the delay due to road problems, the main reason is to take the opportunity to inspect the progress of the Legion Farm; this is an important real estate related to whether the Storm Division can gain a firm foothold in the New World, compared to "secret gold mines" and "free trade". "It's a thousand times more important.

Salt, fuel, grain... These are the hardest currencies in the New World, which cannot lose money at any time.

Needless to say about food, most areas are barely self-sufficient, and there are only two or three fertile grain-producing areas in total.

Once the battle between the colonies breaks out, whoever can stabilize the food supply and ensure that there are no major logistical problems between the Empire and Clovis will have a more lasting fighting force and win the hearts and minds of the colonies. Adequate food supplies...become a winner-takes-all game.

The same is true for salt. Although the New World is close to the sea, the weather is too cold and there is too little sunshine. Even if coal and charcoal are cheap, the cost of making salt is extremely high.

There is no good way for An Sen to do this. He can only hope to keep the salt trade with the three countries of the Beihai Sea. Therefore, he must find a way to win over the colonies of the three countries of the Beihai Sea, and use a community of interests to drag the other side into thieves... Unite to in the united front.

Of course, any perfect plan must have a contingency plan: so Anson urged the Beluga Port Chamber of Commerce to expand the salt trade, and temporarily stocked up.

On the other hand, the clerks of the Rune family under Talia have quietly built a salt factory near the sea in Beluga Port; the scale is not large and the craftsmanship is quite rough, but the mood of the people of Beluga Port should be stabilized at the critical moment. Absolutely enough.

When it comes to craftsmanship, this is also Anson's biggest headache: whether it is the local or the Church of Order, they are stuck in the matter of "technology diffusion", from smelting to manufacturing, even if they want to engage in the resource industry of Beluga Port. It is impossible to engage in technological upgrading, let alone industrial upgrading.

The only technology diffusion that is not restricted by the local area is agriculture and shipbuilding; but the latter is too large to be achieved by Beluga Port, and it is not necessary for the time being; the former is slow to take effect, and it will take at least half a year to produce results.

But slow is better than nothing, not to mention that agriculture is also crucial to Beluga Harbor; so when bringing in immigrants, Anson specifically asked Erich to find a way to get some agricultural experts; the level does not matter, even just experienced Row.

In view of a "black technology" that can really increase grain production, it is possible that it is still lying in a note of St. Isaac, or in the "Qiuzhenzong" database that has been fully received by the Church of Order. There are only two ways to expand production and increase the labor force, so the construction plan of the Legion Farm is crucial.

The results of the inspection made Anson quite satisfied - as Fabian took over after taking over, Lieutenant Colonel Norton Crosell showed a management model that was different from the style of the Guards and more like an "agricultural company".

He subdivided the task again, stipulated the approximate working hours and minimum labor each day, and let the troops in charge of the farm work in half platoons to take turns serving as "supervisors" to perform performance for everyone, and for those who exceeded the work. Recognized and enhanced, the weekly first place gets a supply of granulated sugar and an extra supply of alcohol, and use of the lieutenant colonel's private bathroom.

This too familiar approach once made Anson very curious about his resume. After asking the junior clerk to check the officer file, he found that the lieutenant colonel Norton had done a small business with his father in Beigang for a while. It is said that although he only hired It can afford three workers, and the efficiency is almost the same as that of a large workshop with a dozen people next door.

So Anson's mind couldn't help but think that the former little Norton was holding a notebook, sitting on a crate, using "commission", "bonus", "career" ... and other words with unclear meaning, let the three poor day laborers work hard Work, rushing to dedicate the picture to their little boss.

In the "Norton Crosell Mode", the follow-up construction of Legion Farm is not as fast as when Fabian was in charge, but it can slow down while maintaining quality, and this quality is still sustainable.

And because he wanted to conquer Changhu Town, the Storm Division had transferred almost all of its manpower, leaving him only the immigrants who had moved from various small colonies to the vicinity of Beluga Harbor.

At the beginning, in order for these people to voluntarily leave the colony they worked hard to manage, Beluga Port offered very high conditions: to have a house, a job, and worry-free food and clothing.

It doesn't sound like much, but when the number becomes four or even five digits, the cost becomes terrifying.

For these promises, Lieutenant Colonel Norton, who was desperately trying to cut costs, gave them another form - land.

It is true that the Storm Division cannot provide houses to all the colonists who have moved in at once, but can provide them with land and materials, build their own houses, and the homestead is privately owned; at the same time, after obtaining the collective opinion of the officer corps, all the Storm Division The hired peasants automatically “invested” in the farms they belonged to after working for one year and enjoyed the benefits of low-ranking officers.

Considering that most soldiers would not actually participate in farming at all, this means that the storm division directly turned these immigrants into life-long laborers. After deducting the cost, the tax on these people was as high as three-fifths - and They were quite satisfied.

As for why, according to Lieutenant Colonel Norton, it is not magical at all: although most immigrants have a strong sense of adventure, they are mainly for some colonists who have just arrived in the New World; for those who have worked hard for five years Even the second generation, the third generation of colonists, what they pursue is stability.

Stable work, stable life, stable environment, stable prices... Although becoming a minority shareholder of the Legion Farm is constrained, and the income can never become rich, it is extremely stable.

For the sake of such stability, these people actually don't mind that the Storm Master occasionally "breaks his promise" and suffers a little loss; what they care about is that the Storm Master goes back on his word, exploits or even squeezes too much.

Just like the three employees of his small workshop didn't mind working overtime occasionally or even often, but they were very interested in talking about relationships, the future, and ideals... It's not that they don't have ideals, but the ideals of the employees and the Crosell family are completely different. The same, or even the opposite.

This once again proves that compared to an army, the Storm Division is actually closer to a cooperative "business" gang; even the ability of middle-level officers is not reflected in the degree of command, but is better at operating and making money.

When Anson and his entourage returned from the inspection, Beluga Port had already made all the preparations to welcome the special envoys from the Empire - I don't know if it was because such large-scale public events were a bit too frequent recently, and the Council of Five Hundred People even concluded a set of Complete and workable process.

Because it is not a real "imperial envoy", the ceremony is naturally a little smaller, but the inside and outside of the pier have been swept away. The "civilian representatives" of the city council and the Faithful Alliance have attended the scene one after another, and even arranged for hussars Soldiers of the company put on full suits and lined up to stand guard in front of the pier.

"Dear Anson, who do you think will come?"

Talia, who was wearing a dark blue dress, asked with a shallow smile, her small head raised slightly, revealing the delicate sapphire collar on her white collarbone.

"Uh... I'm not too sure." An Sen was stunned for a second, his eyes quickly moved away from the exposed skin of the girl's dress, and looked into the distance with a little dodge.

This is not because of any unreasonable thoughts - he did not dare to give him ten thousand courage - but as the number of "questions" with Talia increased, his understanding of the three magics became more and more profound. It also indirectly solved an unsolved mystery that he has always had.

So where did she get so many dresses?

He has seen at least ten kinds of clothes of the same color and different styles for different colors and different occasions - this is what he has an impression of, more casual and comfortable uniforms or even pajamas ready to go to bed, there are literally countless.

But when the sailors of the Crown "rescue" her from the turbulent sea, the girl was only covered in a blood-red dress.

The key to the puzzle lies in the particularity of one of the three major magics, blood magic.

As we all know, the power of blood magic is the power of life, even beginner spellcasters can have life power beyond ordinary people, and high-level spellcasters are almost impossible to kill by conventional means.

But this understanding of blood magic is actually quite superficial... As blood magic that masters vitality, as long as everything is alive, almost everything can be regarded as a display of its power; higher levels can even use "Life and death" is regarded as a concept, thus controlling everything.

When it comes to the question of "Why does Talia have countless clothes", the answer is very simple - because all her clothes can be regarded as her flesh... or a part of her body.

Therefore, whenever the girl changed her "new clothes", even though she didn't take the initiative to think about it, An Sen, who knew the truth, couldn't help but feel a certain impulse, and then pretended...

"What, you don't know?"

The girl tilted her head slightly, and blurted out in surprise: "Colonel William Cecil or Erich... Didn't they tell you anything about this?"

"No, and I think they should also know nothing about this." Anson quickly returned his expression to normal, and said with a little affirmation:

"We didn't give the mainland much time to consider how to choose the imperial colonies. In order to avoid affecting the Austeria Palace, it is impossible to let the news leak out so quickly; if I guess correctly, the mainland knows now. There are probably not even fifty people in the turbulent situation in the new world - this is a conservative estimate."

In fact, if the secrecy of the Osteria Palace is done well, there should not be more than ten people who know the truth; after all, it is said that it is a conflict of interests between Clovis and the empire, but in fact the wealthy and upper class of the two countries Social contacts are quite close and frequent.

As long as the number of people who know it exceeds two digits... The last time the candlelight salon clinked glasses, the news could appear from the high-end hotel in Clovis City to the imperial meeting of the Emperor Xiaolong City.

"Then dear Anson, who is the special envoy you want to be sent?" Talia said suddenly.

"Uh... I don't have any special hope."

An Sen's expression was startled: "Why do you ask this?"

There was a smile on Talia's face, the corners of her mouth slowly extending to the left and right, and she looked meaningfully at the blue sea:

"Because Talia hopes that the envoy... can be Miss Sophia Franz."

Oh, it's Sophie... Wait, who? !

An Sen's eyes widened instantly, he opened his mouth slightly, and then quickly suppressed his urge to blurt out. After a short burst of frantic squirming, his facial muscles revealed a natural and flat smile:

"why?"

"There's no particular reason. I just think that if it was her, An Sen would be very happy, right? After all, they are such good friends." The girl smiled and said:

"Talia also wants to be friends with Miss Sophia."

"Well." Anson nodded, "I think you will succeed."

"Because she's gentle?" Talia blinked.

"No." An Sen said softly, pretending to be casual:

"Because as long as Talia wants, everyone will be willing to be your friend..."

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The bell of the port rang, interrupting the whispering between the two.

Following the melodious note, Anson looked up at the distant sea horizon; three faintly visible "black dots" came into his field of vision, heading towards Beluga Harbour.

But just as the Council of Five Hundreds and Bishop Ripper were about to organize the people present to cheer and greet, a strange scene happened.

"What it is?"

An Sen slowly narrowed his eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and looked at the three behemoths with the King Clovis flag hanging high with a slightly stunned look.

The three giant ships, the largest of which was sandwiched by the other two—the bow was gone, the sails were burned to less than half, the sides of the ship were full of potholes, and it was pitch black from head to toe, as if it had just come from dug out of coal piles.

The battleship on the left that looks like the Crown is slightly better, but the bow and deck are slightly damaged, but half of the hull is dyed black, and the hull looks like a drunken old man on the sea. Akira, as if trying to find balance, to prove that "I can still drink".

The cruiser on the right, the smallest and most miserable of the three: the deck was half as if it had been blown up, the main mast was broken in half, the side rails were partially bare, plus the tattered The sails... from a distance, it looks like a ghost ship.

The three ships were swaying like this, slowly drifting towards Beluga Port... In the crowded port, the stunned people, who didn't know what to make of a good band, and the congressmen who looked at each other, fell silent.

After being silent for a long time, Anson, who was trying to find some possibility, said in a very uncertain tone:

"At this time... when they set off the salute at the banquet, did they accidentally give each other some points?"

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