I Will Be The Crowned King

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Outside the sailing city, the Storm Division Barracks Headquarters. watermark ad test watermark ad test

Carl Bain, staring with two dark circles under his eyes, was lying on his back at the writing desk, weakly holding the cold coffee in his right hand, and at the same time trying to make his bandaged left arm as comfortable as possible.

Although Dr. Hank repeatedly emphasized that this was just a flesh wound, the shattered lead bullet did not hurt the bone, and there was only a one in 10,000 probability that it needed to be terminated - but a veterinarian's doctor's order, Carl felt that he should remain a little more vigilant. Okay.

Although exhausted, His Excellency the Chief of Staff has nothing to complain about; rather, it is a blessing to be able to deal with documents that only require mental and mechanical repetition in an interior with a fireplace in the colder and colder weather.

After the riots on the day of the ceremony, the entire Beluga Port was almost completely in chaos, and all kinds of rumors emerged one after another; although various gangs were almost slaughtered, the resulting "power vacuum" The **** reprisals brought about by the actions put everyone in danger in several isolated communities.

The death of Speaker Mason Weizler and the mediators of Kolo Musk also disrupted the fragile balance of the 500-member Council; the (nominal) position representing the highest authority in Beluga Port was left vacant, which not only caused the parliamentary management function to be semi-paralyzed The state has attracted the coveting of countless people.

The headless statue of Harold at the ceremony has caused countless speculations and associations. Among them, the Harold Foundation is the most important, and this is the banner to step up their grand plan of "independence and self-governance".

But they are only the most fun. All groups, classes, and stakeholders are conspiring secretly or loudly. The number of rumors is simply more than the fishing boats in Beluga Harbor.

If in the past, there was the "Beautiful People of Beluga Port" to suppress and guide public opinion, although there would still be problems, it could at least be controlled within a reasonable range; now the newspaper office has been destroyed, the loss of personnel is heavy, and the precious printing press has become A pile of scrap iron; it will take a long time to get it back to what it used to be.

At present, all the storm divisions have been dispatched to cooperate with the Faithful Alliance and the Council of 500 to jointly manage the daily work of Beluga Port; because the Speaker and the mediator of the committee are "absent", various contradictions and disputes continue to erupt, and the administrative efficiency is extremely low. Triggered numerous complaints, further increasing the difficulty of management.

As the "honorary speaker for life", Anson had to sit in the parliament for a long time. Alexei, the second infantry regiment commander, assumed the city's security - of course, with the "intimate assistance" of the chief sheriff Lisa - the third infantry regiment commander Norton also took charge of the reconstruction of the newspaper office and the maintenance of the port, and the entire staff team was stationed in the parliament to improve their low work efficiency.

Although he had a similar premonition, when he saw Anson Bach becoming more and more like a real "warlord", Karl, as an adjutant, couldn't help but let out a sigh, feeling that the day had come too soon.

Apart from him, only Julian, the commander of the Fourth Infantry Regiment, is still in the barracks, responsible for the daily management of the fortress and the surrounding military farms.

However, he is not a good chat partner - he is not bad, but his "self-esteem" is particularly fragile. One second may be grateful for your respect, and the next moment may be consciously humiliated because of inadvertent neglect.

Although Carl respects this colleague whose age is similar to that of Anson and has a different background, unless it is necessary work and military meetings, he would rather go back to the bedroom to work and try to avoid staying in the same room as him.

After drinking a big sip of ice-cold coffee, the chief of staff who was about to continue processing the various reports in front of him hadn't written yet when the footsteps of the little secretary appeared outside his door, and he didn't forget to knock on the door politely.

"This is a document that needs to be reviewed and approved today. Lord Anson asked me to bring it to you immediately."

Gently putting the document on the table, the little secretary looked at the chief of staff worriedly: "Are you okay, or else you should rest for a few days to recover from the injury, and then..."

"To deal with more troubles? Forget it." Carl rolled his eyes with a tired face:

"I think it's fine now."

"Really?" The little secretary was still worried about him:

"You look like you haven't had a good night's sleep in a few days, and I think your body might..."

"I'm healthy, I'm just a little tired, just have some coffee or mulled wine."

"Can……"

"Nothing wrong, everything is normal."

"but……"

"I said no but, don't make me repeat it!"

"Well, if you insist..." The little secretary sighed and looked at the chief of staff with burning eyes:

"I was going to say that if you needed a break, I could take care of you for a few days; now it seems to be a huge underestimate of your attitude towards work - literally, no one I've ever met who can 'Dedication' and 'responsibility' are comparable to you, really!"

"..."

Looking at the respectful expression of the little secretary, Carl, who subconsciously wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but in the end he hesitated, and decided to keep his tall image in the eyes of his colleagues and stop humiliating himself.

In order to cover up this embarrassment, he picked up a report, glanced at it casually, and said to himself, "About assisting the colonial governor's affairs and tax collection progress plan... Governor?"

"It is the newly established position of 'Governor of Ice Dragon Fjord' in the mainland. Colonel William Cecil reported this when he arrived in Sail City." The little secretary reminded:

"The first governor was Miss Sophia Franz, you must remember this?"

"...Of course I remember, how can I forget this." A very guilty smile appeared on Carl's face:

"She's coming to Beluga Port?"

"Of course it would be a blessing if it could, unfortunately it is not."

The little clerk shook his head: "As the governor, her duty is to make suggestions that are more beneficial to the colony in the royal cabinet and the Privy Council. As for her orders, they will be issued by messengers, and will be given by the commander-in-chief of the garrison, that is, Lord Anson. responsible for execution."

Understood, that is to say that the mainland does not want to care about the troubles of the colony at all, and give an excuse to let these people be responsible, and we are the culprit when things go wrong... Karl nodded:

"So now this 'Lord Governor' is going to exercise his... her power in the colony for the first time?"

"If there is no accident, it should be related to the mission objectives of the Storm Division in the coming year and the taxation index of Beluga Harbor." The little secretary continued:

"The emergence of the Free Confederation has eased the military pressure on the colonies and brought more potential for economic development; the future goal of the Storm Division should be to expand the tax base for the colonization of the areas controlled by the indigenous people, and to increase various minerals such as Raw material output, secure trade routes with the colonies."

"At the same time, the Roland family from the Northland Chamber of Commerce will come to the Beluga Port in a month or two at the latest to discuss matters related to investment and banking... These are all important matters related to the future of the Commander-in-Chief and the entire Storm Division. ."

"So before the messenger arrives, we must end the chaos at Beluga Harbor as soon as possible to avoid giving them any bad impression that the storm division cannot control the situation in the colony."

Carl took over the topic: "By the way, is there any information about Miss Talia and Fabian?"

If the entire storm division is looking for a professional who is good at maintaining stability and suppressing riots, he can't think of a second suitable person except Fabian.

Although Alexei is also very dedicated, he is more like an officer who executes orders. He is obviously not good at this kind of work that needs to be flexible and controlled between toughness and compromise. It is really difficult for him to be in charge of law and order.

Moreover, in this incident, the problem to be dealt with is obviously not just as simple as "security"...

"Because of some technical problems, we still haven't got news about Miss Talia." The little secretary sighed:

"However, after calculating the time, the supreme meeting in Grey Pigeon Castle should be over. They have also arrived at Black Reef Port and are waiting for the fleet to pick up and prepare to return."

The little secretary is also very concerned about the safety of Talia and his party. After all, his future career is likely to be bound to the Rune family, and he may even become an excellent heraldic officer or steward.

Of course, he did not forget his origin and the cultivation of Archbishop Luther, and was loyal to the Franz family from beginning to end; but just like his master, the little secretary also found a flexible way of allegiance.

A person can be loyal to another person or to many people. As long as the other person believes in your loyalty, and you feel that you are loyal to him, then your loyalty may not be only one, or even a single digit.

Whenever he thinks of this, Alan Dawn can't help but sigh, Lord Anson who can develop this theory is really great.

………………

North City Hotel, a double suite on the second floor.

Just as the little clerk uttered his heartfelt praise for Anson Bach's "loyalty theory", another group of people was caught in a dilemma because of loyalty.

Ian Clemens sat blankly on the bed, flipping through the cheap items in his hands repeatedly, as if there was some truth in the world in the words that the writers used to make a living.

Derek lay beside him, his body tense, his wide eyes unblinking, like a corpse that was already stiff and cold.

Ser Carneau, who was wearing a gorgeous long dress, leaned against the window and faced the door, carefully observing all the movements around him, but his straight eyes still revealed his absent-mindedness at the moment.

At this moment, an idea that once felt very absurd was entangled in their minds.

Chloë Musk...the spellcaster who managed and monitored all members of the Faithless Knights, is dead.

And he died quietly at the chaotic ceremony scene.

This is ridiculous to the extreme, not to mention that the chaotic environment is almost a home game for a black mage, not to mention that he has no need to expose at all, wait quietly until the situation returns to normal, and can continue to hide behind the scenes quietly; as long as Not by himself, Anson Bach, he is afraid that he will never be able to think of the true identity of the Black Mage.

But now he's dead, and no one even knows how he died - it's an inexplicable irony for a black mage who advocates secrecy, prying, and weirdness.

As the mastermind behind the whole incident, Ian Clemens can actually feel the clue behind the incident.

First of all, Kolo's suspicion of them is not recent, but has begun a long time ago, and it only became more and more obvious after the cooperation between the Crecy family and the storm division broke down.

This kind of distrust started from their perfunctory performance of the destruction of Beluga Harbor, and continued to escalate after Anson Bach returned, and reached its peak as the gangs he controlled were wiped out.

At that time, Ke Luo probably didn't have the slightest trust in them, just pure confidence in his own black magic, thinking that they would still perform the tasks assigned by them.

So from the very beginning, the task that Ke Luo assigned to himself was not to create a problem, but to prevent the three of himself from interfering with his real plan, and by the way, create more chaos for him to do it.

That's right, from the very beginning, Chloë Musk's plan should have been to kill Anson Bach at the ceremony; it's just that he didn't expect that he screwed up and was killed.

But in this way, the three of them were embarrassed.

Originally, I just wanted to let the top brass of the Knights of No Trust and Anson Bach fight openly and secretly, and try to avoid betraying the Knights and not offend the three members of the Rune family. Now they have successfully "helped" the commander-in-chief of Beluga Port to kill the Crecy family in the Knights. The "supervisor" of the army also lifted the curse of oath on all members.

To be honest, it's not that Ian didn't expect this result, but in his plan, it must be at least a month, or even half a year later; then fate played a little joke, and the dust settled in less than half a month. .

Undoubtedly, at the latest three days at the earliest, all the members of the Knights and the Crecy family will be aware of this; once they know that they are still alive, they will be 100% regarded as traitors who betray the family, and then there will be no one. Stop the chase!

If possible, they certainly don't want to be hunted down, but they also don't want to be used by Anson Bach as a tool to deal with the Knights and the family~www.wuxiaspot.com~ To put it bluntly, the latter's end may be more tragic.

Suddenly, a crisp knock on the door interrupted the silence in the room.

"Boom!"

The three people with different expressions raised their heads at the same time and looked at the closed door.

"Who?" Karno said indifferently, and winked to the side at the same time; Derek, the wild hunter knight who understood it, immediately leaned over to the side of the door and pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand.

Ian Clemens was still sitting in front of the bed, keeping his disguise and ready to turn on concealment at any time.

"An old friend, just myself."

Standing outside the door, An Sen slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said softly, very casually:

"So you guys might as well put away your guards and weapons - especially the one hiding behind the door - invite me in for a cup of coffee and a chat."

"By the way... listen to my proposal."