I Will Be The Crowned King

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"Before the official start, please accept the most sincere apologies from myself and my colleagues; although not from my heart, I did cause you a lot of trouble for some of my colleagues - considering that we all know What that 'trouble' is, for the sake of prudence and to avoid certain surprises, I won't mention it here."

"Please also believe in my sincerity. We don't want to be an enemy of you, let alone the Free Confederation and even Clovis."

"Of course, due to some force majeure, I am afraid that I will still do some actions that are 'provocative' in your eyes for a period of time in the future; but please also understand that this is all out of helplessness, and we do not have many choices."

"But you can rest assured that I am very clear about the red line between 'provocation' and 'cross-border'; I will try my best to communicate with you before I have to do some 'cross-border' behavior that touches your interests. ."

"If you are willing to believe in my sincerity, then we can have a decent and suitable meeting at the place where we met before; please send out the signal at that time, and we will definitely come."

"I don't mean to force anything, but please make a decision as soon as possible; otherwise, even if the status quo is maintained, I can't guarantee how long it will last."

"I wish you good health and success in your career - friends who have tasted your private collection."

"Snapped!"

Anson patted the letter on the table with a blank face, and looked at Carl Bain, who had been silent from the beginning and maintained a thinking posture with a solemn gaze:

"how do you feel?"

The chief of staff, holding his chin and smoking a cigarette, took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I feel a little strange."

"Oh?" Anson raised his eyebrows in surprise:

"Where is the strangeness?"

Carl picked up the letterhead and shook it in front of him: "It's strange that you would come to ask me about this kind of thing?"

Anson Bach: "…"

"If I remember correctly, in the past, you would try to avoid our group of guys for things like this involving the old gods and talents, magic and bloodline power - why is it suddenly so abnormal today?" Karl took it for granted, with an inexplicable look on his face:

"Are you finding no one else to listen to your perfect plan, or have you finally made up your mind to pull all of us into the water?"

"I think this is called trust!" An Sen resisted the urge to roll his eyes:

"Trust! No matter how small or small - do you think I really have to share my plan with others, I have to say it?!"

"I think you need a mirror." Carl explained solemnly:

"It's not a bad thing to have the desire to talk, it's normal, it's even an ability to be envied by others, you don't want to... Okay, I won't say put away the gun, okay?"

Looking at the gunshot that was already holding his nose, the upright and awe-inspiring chief of staff decisively raised his hands above his head, and completed the full set of surrender movements smoothly, which can be called a textbook-level model.

An Sen, who snorted coldly, didn't put the "dagger" revolver back on his waist, and placed it on the table.

Carl, who was reluctant, hesitated for a long time before he took out a cigarette case and matches like cutting flesh, and handed over the lit cigarette.

"Although I haven't met him, I guess this guy is probably as afraid of death as you... just as cautious."

Feeling distressed, he put the cigarette case back into his pocket, and Carl speculated: "The handwriting on the letter is still very new, and it proves that it was written not long before we arrived; he knows that the person who will see the letter is not you. It's almost impossible to have a second one, and all sorts of obscure and ambiguous terms are used, clearly afraid of surprises."

"As for what he wants to express, it's also very obvious - he doesn't want to be a traitor, and he doesn't want to be an enemy of you, so I hope to reach a settlement in private, provided you are willing to cooperate with him." Halfway through the sentence, Carl suddenly chuckled:

"This is quite the style of the Clovis levies... Most of the levies are arranged on the front lines, even close to the enemy's hinterland to fool their bosses, cooperate with the opposing imperial army, and loot each other's towns and businesses in the area under the control of the enemy. Team, if the conditions are right, I don’t mind being a thug for the other side, and it’s usually 64 or 55 after the fact.”

"Like the Thunder Fort levy and our storm division, that is an example of an example, unless it is a newcomer and there is a standing army to follow, otherwise the troops stationed on the remote front for a long time are not willing to confront the opponent head-on; Bandits, or even teaming up with bandits, are more common.”

As an experienced bearer, Carl has an undisputed right to speak in this regard, and probably only Fabian's resume can barely compare to him in the entire Storm Division.

Anson nodded lightly, bit his cigarette and said lightly, "Actually, you've seen him."

"What?"

"When the Faithful Alliance was just established, didn't you help train the militia they organized for a while?"

"There is such a thing, then this guy..."

"It's the white gloves of the previous alliance."

"White gloves?"

"Well, you can also call them the Knights of No Letter—the guy who wrote the letter is the leader of the Knights of No Letter."

"hiss--"

Carl sucked in his breath: "You mean that group of guys lives in Beluga Port City, and... still with us?!"

"He has also been to the headquarters, at least twice if I remember correctly." An Sen looked at his chief of staff calmly, not nervous: "When the big warehouse incident, it should be nearby; after that, we attacked Changhu Town. , and the information I got from them."

"So you've been working with them for a long time?!"

"I think there's something wrong with that statement, because until recently we've worked together once — so it's more accurate to say that we just ended our relationship and turned against each other."

"…"

Shock is shock, but after such a long time, it is not surprising; even if he said tomorrow that he knew an apostle, the leader of the rebellion during the Clovis riot, Major General Ludwig Franz was actually a woman, Carl wouldn't be too surprised.

"My suggestion is that you'd better agree to him." After a brief absence, Carl exhaled a perfect smoke ring:

"To say it's a 'compromise' is actually an ultimatum; if you don't respond, I'm afraid the situation will still get out of control—according to you, this guy doesn't know much about Beluga and the Storm Division; don't say assassination officers, Even if it's just destroying a factory, it's easy to destroy a few machines."

Anson nodded slightly, and this was exactly what he was worried about; the development of Moby Dick was just beginning to get on the right track, and it couldn't stand the assassination and destruction of a group of spellcasters and talents who were proficient in assassination.

On the contrary, he was not too worried about the officers' corps. These people possessed unique skills, and ordinary assassinations and sneak attacks should not help them.

"Since we are going to negotiate with them, the storm division is bound to have a series of other tasks stationed in Beluga Harbor, and it must be entrusted to you to handle it." Anson slightly looked at him helplessly:

"In order to put pressure on the other party, we must not show any weakness; we must show the strength of the storm division after the war to the other party and even the mixed forces in Beluga Port City under reasonable and reasonable conditions."

"That's your real purpose, isn't it?"

Carl snorted softly and pierced someone's wishful thinking on the spot: "Fabien is not here, and now there is only one adjutant left who can help you with this bunch of chores, so that's why you trust me so much today."

"This is only one aspect at most." Anson laughed so falsely:

"Since you already know a lot of things, there is no point in continuing to hide them; and if you have ideas in this regard, I can..."

"Do not!"

Before Anson could finish speaking, Carl directly steals and says, "No need."

"real?"

"Exactly!"

"Not at all curious?"

"Not only curious, but also envious and jealous!"

Carl shrugged: "Which boy never thought that he could become a gifted person when he was a child, and he never grew up with such deviant things as magic; I still envy a previous boss who knew black magic and earned money by reading minds. It's full of pots, and there's not a single trace left."

"That…"

"But envy doesn't mean you have to have it." Carl interrupted again:

"If you want me to say, magic is similar to tobacco, alcohol, and opium tincture, and even more dangerous; once you start, you can't get rid of it, you will become dependent a little bit, and even be driven by it to do some things you originally thought. Something you wouldn't think about."

"I'm a guy with very little self-control. At the age of ten, I picked up a cigarette **** that was thrown away, and I can't quit it in my life - I don't need another similar thing."

"Again... I think it's good to be a person."

Do, be a person?

Anson's cheeks twitched slightly, although he knew that this guy didn't mean that.

He sighed and slumped on the chair as if he had completely given up.

In the quiet living room, the two smoking guns looked at each other.

"So...what are you going to do with this?"

After knocking on the letterhead on the table, Carl asked, "The place we met before... If I remember correctly, it should be the tavern in that port, right?"

"Further on, it should be in the carriage - what do you think?"

"I don't think anything, but if it's a pub, I don't recommend you to do it." Carl stared at Anson with a low tone:

"Now is not the time when we have just arrived, and there are not many people who know you. Everyone's eyes are on you, the commander-in-chief who has returned to Beluga Port; unless it is absolutely necessary, it is best not to do this kind of disguise and go out in person. matter."

"Then what?"

"What to do, how do I know what to do? Anyway, it's best to find a very appropriate excuse, such as giving them a chance to meet you privately in a public event or something..."

"Meet the leader of the Untrustworthy Knights in private? How can there be such a public meeting... Wait, I seem to have come up with a good idea..."

With the corners of his mouth gradually rising, a brand new plan began to brew in Anson's mind.

Looking at his smug expression, Carl suddenly had a bad feeling.

…………

"banquet?!"

Mason Weizler thought that something was wrong with his ears, and he was stunned.

"Exactly, the esteemed speaker, my master, the commander-in-chief of the garrison, hopes to hold a small, semi-public dinner at your home."

Alan Dawn, the young secretary standing in front of him, nodded slightly, and told him that he heard correctly in the clearest words and a smile like a spring breeze:

"This is to make up for the regret that the five-hundred-man council was rejected when the army triumphed; it was specially chosen in your home, and also to make this dinner look more like a simple gathering of friends."

"Of course, if it's really reluctant, I won't force you too much..."

"No no no! Not forcing! Really not forcing, really!"

Before the little secretary could finish speaking, Mason blurted out instantly: "It is my honor to host this dinner, and it is also the honor of the entire Weizler family!"

He still remembers Anson's "beating" when he was at the port, for fear that he, like Harold, would become "yesterday of hard work".

"That's great." A formulaic smile appeared on the little secretary's face:

"If you don't mind, please allow UU reading www.uukanshu.com to say goodbye and go to Rune Mansion to share the high news with your lord."

"Uh, wait... please wait!"

Mason quickly raised his hand to stop Alan Dawn, who was about to leave immediately: "You only told me the time and place of the banquet, and you didn't say which guests will be!"

"This is a semi-public, party-type dinner, and the identity of the guests is not very important." The little secretary blinked:

"You can invite some of your colleagues in the council, your neighbors, your acquaintances... or even send invitations to passersby around you."

"The commander-in-chief hopes that this warm dinner can include all groups and classes in Beluga Harbor, and become an extraordinary gathering, so that everyone can let go of their usual identities and negotiate with an equal relationship."

"Think about it, what a great opportunity this will be to unite the entire Beluga Port; if it can be held successfully, it will also greatly improve your image as the Speaker."

Indeed... If Ansen Bach can be used as an excuse to hold such a dinner party, it is indeed easy for some **** who are unwilling to bow their heads to give up their unnecessary disputes and willingly accept their own rule.

And this kind of banquet is also different from the triumphal feast. It has a certain "family banquet" nature of a private gathering. The atmosphere is naturally much more relaxed than a large public ceremony. Even if there is a dispute, the faces of each other will not be too ugly.

After thinking about this, Mason Weizler took a deep breath and raised his head, solemnly looking at the little secretary with his hands behind his back: "Please tell the commander-in-chief that the Weizler family will prepare an unforgettable dinner for him. "

Alan Dawn raised the corner of his mouth slightly, touched his chest with his left hand behind his right hand, stepped back with his right foot slightly, bent his knees and touched his chest in a salute:

"Then we'll wait for the good news."

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