I Will Be The Crowned King

Beluga Harbor Council District, in the living room of Rune Mansion.

Anson sat on the back chair by the fireplace, as if smoking a pipe from a lifetime ago; William Cecil sat across from him, talking to Anson, whose expression was almost dull, about everything that happened at sea.

The smirking David Jacques, the black-robed priest who wanted to get into the cracks in the wall, the half-smile novelist... The three of them sat side by side on the sofa next to each other, and recounted what they had just experienced from the perspective of a bystander. "Warm Review".

Thalia, who put on a lovely pale yellow dress, took on the role of hostess and prepared drinks and snacks for the guests with Lisa - how many cookies appeared on the plate did not depend on Talia's production speed, Depends on how fast Lisa eats.

The cause and process of the whole thing are not complicated, and even simple enough to be summed up in one sentence; but probably every sailor at sea is an expert in storytelling, and under William Cecil's vivid description, the whole event becomes thrilling, and every sailor at sea is an expert in storytelling. Every step is a battle of courage and determination on both sides, and every decision is full of countless games.

Although he gradually developed the habit of smoking a pipe, Anson is not an old smoker like Carl Bain after all. He only smokes a little when he needs to socialize; ", took two days at a time.

"So...you captured an imperial battleship, plus an emperor's envoy?"

Looking at the young captain who seemed to be able to continue talking, he kept smiling for a long time. Ansen, whose facial muscles were starting to stiffen, couldn't help but said.

"The result is roughly the same, but the process is more complicated than it looks!"

William, who couldn't feel the passage of time at all, said happily, and he gestured to everyone with a gleeful expression: "As I just said, we didn't know about the imperial battleship when we encountered it, but..."

"Are you carrying only a pitiful number of shells?" Talia interrupted him with a smile, and at the same time filled the cups of coffee for the third time for everyone present.

"Uh... yes."

The young captain, who finally realized what was going on, was stunned for a moment, looked at the smiling girls and the people with different expressions, but they all seemed to be frozen, and said a little apologetically, "Sorry, I, did I say things too much? boring?"

"No, not at all."

Anson relaxed his stiff cheeks and forced a smile: "We've just had a very fulfilling four and a half hours, isn't it Miss Talia?"

He looked at the girl who was holding the coffee tray, and his smart eyes were almost able to speak - help me.

"Actually, it's five hours." Talia nodded slightly, and immediately made a relief for her dear fiancé:

"If you count the thirty minutes that elapsed when you first explained the cause... Colonel William Cecil, your ability in storytelling is really amazing. If possible, can I ask you to write a novel?"

The eyes of everyone present instantly lit up, and they regained their senses like telepathy, and all looked at William Cecil.

"That's... my own honor." The young captain's smile was slightly embarrassed:

"All in all, we have captured the battleship Green Dragon and the coal ore, as well as the special envoy sent to Sail City by Emperor Herid; and the reason for his presence there is the newly appointed former Minister of the Colony, Bernard · Moerweisi entrusted him to contact the three countries of the North Sea and attack the Clovis colony from the west - that is, Beluga Harbor."

And Grey Snow Town... Anson secretly said in his heart, and gently picked up the coffee that Talia handed him:

"Is this what he took the initiative to recruit?"

"Of course not, the captain of the Green Dragon told me."

William shook his head, took a sugar cube from the snack tray and put it in the coffee: "He happens to be an Adelaide, and the Cecil family still has some relations in Adelaide; after ensuring that he can return to the mainland safely, Tell us everything that should be said and should not be said."

"Just because of this?"

"Not all, at most it can only be regarded as a reason for the other party to be willing to negotiate with us."

The young captain put down the coffee he was about to serve, raised his hand to Anson and pointed at the sofa: "The one who really convinced him was this—Mr. Draco Wilters."

"I must say it's really amazing! I just asked the captain to be willing to chat with him for a few minutes. The two stayed in the cabin for less than ten minutes, and the other party was willing to say anything!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes turned to the figure in the center of the sofa; even Talia put down her work and stared intently at being "hired for a lot of money" by herself. Editor-in-Chief.

The novelist in a trance looked like he had just woken up. After looking around, he realized that everyone's attention was on him; he was stunned, and said a little embarrassedly, "It's nothing, I'm just talking to him. Just telling the truth.”

"be honest?"

"Yes!" Draco nodded quickly:

"Before I chatted with him, I figured out two things: First, the decision of the Green Dragon to go to the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea was made privately by Bernard Morwes, and secondly, the original mission of the Green Dragon was to 'Escort' Imperial Envoy Ed Levant, that's all."

"The next thing is very simple. Since it is a private decision, no matter what happens in the middle, Ed and Bernard are all responsible. The Green Dragon was only forced to perform the **** mission; The prisoner, even if the battleship is sunk, has nothing to do with him or the crew and sailors of the entire ship."

"If he persists, the best outcome may be to be sunk to the cannon by angry Clovis sailors; but if he is willing to confess, Clovis will keep him as safe as possible, one who has mastered the new world. The captain of the battleship with the Imperial Navy Intelligence will definitely receive considerable courtesy at Moby Dick."

"So...why did he die for his own responsibility, instead of trying to survive as much as possible?"

Draco thoughtfully asked the crowd, spread his hands and shrugged: "Of course, I only made a choice that was beneficial to him under the premise of protecting his interests as much as possible - yes or no, still It's the captain's own business, not me."

Nothing to do with you?

A big question mark appeared in Anson's heart, and at the same time he tried desperately to restrain an impulse that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time.

But now this **** still has some use value, or Anson has no time to deal with his life and death at the moment - not to mention that he is the editor of the newspaper named by Talia.

"So Ed Levent...he's still alive?"

"He tried to escape and commit suicide several times, but luckily we stopped them all." William nodded, his expression seemed to have lingering fears:

"Levant is the direct bloodline of the seven great knights 'Wind Knights', Ed Levant has the ability to perceive everyone around him and hide himself; more bluntly, if he stands by you A shot is fired at you in front of you, and you may not even notice it until it goes off."

Hidden? This sounds a bit similar to the leader of a certain Faithless Knights... Anson raised his eyebrows: "Then how did you stop it?"

"Speaking of this, I would like to thank our great painter, His Excellency David Jacques."

The elated young captain pointed with a coffee cup to the young man sitting on the right armrest of the sofa smirking: "When we first met, he painted a half-length portrait of the special envoy Ed Levante, It was found that the blinking frequency of the other party was very low - according to this clue, we found that every time he used his bloodline power, the condition was that he could not blink."

"For this reason, we specially sent six sailors to watch him in turn, forcing him to blink in various ways every half a minute, even when he was sleeping."

"So if you're going to arraign that special envoy now, I suggest you wait a little longer - he hasn't slept properly for several days, he's mentally weak, and occasionally speaks madly, and can't ask anything. Valuable information."

David Jacques, who was praised, showed a shy smile and scratched his head embarrassedly: "It's just a little habit that is not worth mentioning. I specialized in figure painting when I was in the academy, and unknowingly developed an observation reference... eh ...I mean, the fault of the painted object."

"That must be a habit only the best painters have."

Talia suddenly said, "I once admired a piece of your work at a public charity sale."

"Really? Which painting?" David said very happily.

"Hmm... It seems to be "The Storm Master Climbs the Dawn Ice Peak"."

With a meaningful smile, the girl looked at Anson with a slightly stagnant expression: "That is an extremely good work, I bid 30,000 gold coins, but I couldn't get it from Miss Sophia Franz - she is sure I love this painting."

The air was suddenly quiet.

Feeling the girl's scorching gaze, An Sen, whose heartstrings were tense, was still as if nothing had happened. He tasted the unspeakably bitter black coffee without milk or sugar very naturally.

"Oh, you're talking about that painting!"

As if he couldn't feel the surrounding atmosphere, David Jacques showed a sudden realization, and smiled bitterly with a slight embarrassment: "Actually... that painting is actually a work done in a hurry."

"Miss Sophia is eager to get a large-scale oil painting that can be exhibited at auction. The construction period is very short. I can only refer to a few predecessors' works in the gallery of the academy, and try my best to piece together what I imagined to climb over the snow-capped mountains. screen."

"So thank you very much for your appreciation, but that painting is probably the one that doesn't fit my style the most, and it has almost no realistic elements and is full of unrealistic fantasies."

"It doesn't matter, you are at Beluga Port now, and you have ample opportunities to copy." Talia chuckled:

"If you don't mind, I hope to hire you as an illustrator for the "Beluga Harbor Good People", and at the same time provide a batch of realistic landscape paintings for the Beluga Harbor Council, which will greatly enhance the taste of the locals...Dear Anson, what do you think Woolen cloth?"

"I think this is a wonderful proposal!"

Anson replied quickly, not even putting down the coffee cup in his hand: "It just so happens that Mason Weizler, the chief member of the parliamentary trade committee, is planning to find a painting teacher for his son. I think these two The pieces of work can be combined into one - what do you think?"

"Me? Of course!"

Facing the "double invitation" from the commander-in-chief of the garrison and the Rune family, David Jacques, with a bright smile, agreed without much thought, stood up a little excited, and rubbed his right hand on his clothes. To Anson:

"I... I actually have always had a wish, that is, to make up for the regret of not being able to see you in person in "The Storm Master Over the Morning Ice Peak", and to draw a portrait of a character that can truly reflect your charm."

"Of course, I believe there will be such an opportunity."

Anson, who was smiling, shook hands with him, and at the same time swore to himself that he would never stay in the same room with this observant painter for too long.

"In addition to the Green Dragon battleship and the imperial envoy, we also got coal ore piled into mountains on the ship." William Cecil continued:

"When they were first discovered, everyone was terrified by it! A little, just a little bit, all three battleships would be blasted into the sky by these dark stones."

"But fortunately, the ram of the Believer made a big enough hole in the hull of the Green Dragon, and only detonated half of the coal in the cabin. The excess explosion was offset by the backflow of sea water, and no tragic disaster was caused... To be honest , I can still feel the lingering fears to this day.”

The young captain with a complicated expression wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "But when the dust settles, these exploding stones will turn into black gold."

"I entrusted my adjutant to make an inventory. The loading capacity of the entire ship is quite huge; if it can be successfully transported to Beigang, it will be a huge sum of money."

"Then what do you mean..."

An Sen's eyes lit up, and the meaning of the other party's words clearly revealed that he wanted to cooperate with him.

"I plan to invest this money in Beluga Port." The young captain gave the answer:

"Because of the capital chain incident of the Royal Bank this year, the local hopes to open a private bank in the colony. At that time, the Austeria Palace will confer an honorary governor, led by the governor, and gather funds from all parties; the bank refers to the special characteristics of the new world. sex, not gold but coal mines as collateral to keep the colony’s economy going.”

Coal Mine Bank? It sounds like it would be interesting... Anson continued to ask: "Is there any restrictions on the participation of this bank?"

"There are no detailed requirements yet, but it should be approved by the Honorary Governor himself." William said solemnly:

"For more details, you can directly ask Mr. Carlin Jacques. He is the representative of the Honorary Governor himself in Beluga Harbour, and he is also regarded as the 'special envoy' of the Osteria Palace."

"Oh, then who is this Honorary Governor-General?"

Anson asked curiously.

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