I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 230

After saying the last few words of exhortation, Carlos didn't stay long, got up and left soon, and walked to the small waiting room surrounded by the guards.

In the huge tulip hall, only Sophia was left.

Before leaving, Carlos did not forget to instruct the servants in the room to "meet all the needs of the colonial governor"... It is no exaggeration to say that even if Sofia wants to go to Carlos' bedroom now, or in His Majesty's wine cellar and cloakroom Hold a temporary carnival, these people will not have any obstacles.

But don't say rave, she doesn't even want to see anyone right now.

Carlos, father, Viscount Bogner... They speak better than they sing, their gestures are closer to each other, and their request is very simple: abandon the Storm Division and the Ice Dragon Fjord colony, and make a turning point for them to win this war. opportunity.

In Sophia's view, this is simply ridiculous.

Could it be that Emperor Herid would be crazy enough to actually send 100,000, 200,000 or even more troops to seize a piece of land across the sea; even if he thought, those archdukes who at least nominally have the qualifications to "choose the emperor" Can you really agree with the emperor's irrational behavior?

Taking a step back, even if this plan is successful, Clovis will be able to defeat the Empire?

Sophia is not a military strategist - she is chasing detectives - but from Anson's sealed battle report and Ludwig's tireless "showing off", she also has a clearer understanding of the strength and details of the empire.

Although the two have different perspectives, their ideas are surprisingly consistent: the empire has a strong foundation and cannot be easily defeated by a war.

If Clovis is going to win, to a certain extent, it is not up to him, but the empire itself; it depends on the authority of Emperor Herid within the empire's ruling system, and the war-weariness of the entire country.

The moment when the emperor's majesty is shattered, or when the whole nation is tired of war, is when Clovis wins.

But now the colonial rebellion has succeeded, the colonial chief minister has been defeated, and the emperor's face has been slapped in the face; it is said that the storm division's mission in the new world has been achieved, why should they continue to fight and refuse to give Any reinforcements?

Because it doesn't matter.

In their eyes, whether it is themselves or the storm division, they can be sacrificed at will, even if they are lost, it will have no effect; if they can still play even a little role in their own plans while sacrificing, then...why not Woolen cloth?

This is their attitude towards themselves.

Running a newspaper, building an army, managing a colony... Even if you make a great achievement, you can only use it as a medium for them to discard, sacrifice, and trade at will; no matter how much mistakes your stupid brother Ludwig makes , are objects that can be compensated, corrected, and cultivated continuously.

Obviously they are all descendants of Franz, and it is obvious that they and the storm division can achieve greater success in the new world; but no matter how much prospects for their own achievements, they are not as good as their own plans.

Their plan...

The sneering Sophia slowly stood up, turned decisively and left.

Osteria Palace, the grand waiting room.

As Carlos II and a group of attendants and guards entered the venue, the lively atmosphere of the hall suddenly became depressed.

Members of the Privy Council, ministers of the cabinet, trade union leaders, wealthy patriarchs, royal families, church representatives, high-ranking military officers, diplomats and special envoys from various countries... It can be said that almost all the influential and status "adults" in the entire Clovis City "Have gathered here.

Originally, regardless of the award ceremony or the reception of foreign envoys, they would usually be arranged in places such as the reception hall that could better demonstrate the royal style; but it is clear that the number of people present this time exceeded the initial expectations and reached nearly 1,000 people. .

In addition, there were also a group of "VIPs" who had no experience in entering the palace. In order to avoid trouble, the process had to be simplified, and the ceremony location was directly placed in the most spacious waiting room where everyone first came.

Even so, the ceremony of the entire ceremony was not at all crude; even because the venue was more spacious and the number of people was larger, it seemed more grand and solemn.

Hundreds of honor guards dressed in red, black and gold military uniforms, with eagle feathers on the brim of their hats and a one-piece cloak on their right shoulders filed in through the side door; With the king as the central axis, the crowd present was divided into two parts: left and right.

On the temporary high platform, Carlos II, who had put on a crown and a robe, looked at the bustling crowd under the stage and did not speak, but silently gave the Archbishop a wink.

The latter nodded slightly in understanding, and then turned around again, standing under the king's steps as if nothing had happened.

Soon, as the melodious bells entered the hall, the military musicians who had been waiting for a long time got up one after another and played a cheerful and solemn movement.

Just as the drums sounded, the Wang Family Guards opened the doors of the waiting room from both sides, and a beautiful figure appeared in everyone's field of vision with her back to the sunlight behind her.

Wearing a diamond crown and blue sash, Sophia Franz raised her head slightly, indifferently met countless pairs of eyes with different expressions, and stepped on the red carpet for her.

Surprise, astonishment, puzzlement, jealousy, sigh... Even if you don't have to look sideways, the girl can feel the expressions and moods of those people.

How can a woman become a colonial governor who can be on an equal footing with cabinet ministers, or even higher?

How could a woman be allowed to hold such a grand ceremony and have His Majesty summon so many dignitaries to honor her exclusively?

a woman...

a woman!

The girl gritted her teeth lightly, and locked her gaze tightly on Carlos II and her father.

Following her pace, the honor guards on both sides raised their rifles one after another, beating Sophia, the Governor of Ice Dragon Fjord, on the chest in accordance with the standards for cabinet ministers; behind her, they held up their mopping skirts. The six royal guards on the side bowed their heads and served the girl with the manners of serving a queen.

Because Clovis has never had a high-ranking minister at the level of "governor", let alone a female governor, as a result, under the premise of imposing imperial ceremonies and the high officials of the kingdom deliberately raising Sophia's nominal status, he came up with the idea. This set of four dissimilars is grand to the extreme.

Finally, the girl came to the steps and fell to her knees in front of everyone's attention.

Carlos II took the sword handed by the attendant and slowly drew it out.

"Blessed by the Ring of Order, recommended by all the people, and witnessed by the attention of all the guests, I... A direct descendant of Austeria, the supreme guardian of Clovis, Carlos Austeria, and this person is designated as the Ice Dragon. Colonial Governor of the Fjords!"

After a slight pause, Carlos II stared at Sophia's calm eyes, the tip of the sword resting on her chest shook slightly, and tapped her left and right shoulders again:

"From now on, from Beluga Harbor in the south to Grey Snow Town in the north, the population, fields, rivers, forests, and mines... all belong to Sophia Franz!"

"No matter what the past, what title and where did you come from; when you get up, you...the Lord of Ice Dragon Fjord!"

When Carlos II finished speaking, the royal attendants who had already prepared immediately stepped forward, took off the decorative crown for the girl, and replaced it with a "simplified version of the crown" - smaller, with fewer decorations, but the same shape ——A gilded cane symbolizing "law" and a sword representing "leadership" are presented.

In the Dark Ages and even in the early days of the sectarian division war, the governor was the "deputy king". With the power granted by the king, he managed some remote or newly incorporated territories, and had absolute power over the local area.

Of course, as the "honorary governor", Sophia can only have these powers in name, and if nothing else, she probably never has the chance to see her "territory" with her own eyes.

But at least at this moment, she can enjoy the ceremonial cheers from the audience in this capacity - no matter how much they envy and hate her, she will give herself a warm applause and shout "Long live" three times.

Under everyone's attention, the new-looking girl slowly stood up from the ground, holding the scepter and sword in her arms and looking down at the figure under the steps, as if she was their king at the moment.

She looked around for a week and said in her clearest and brightest voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, when I stand here I believe you already understand what this means."

"Some people say that Ice Dragon Fjord is just an enclave across the sea. It is the most sparsely populated urban area that is not as sparsely populated as Clovis City. It is cold, indigenous people, beasts, diseases, plagues... The savage land of terror is a world that exiled prisoners and bankrupt people go to desperately."

"They are right."

"Because if it is not for the man who has lost everything, he will never leave his beloved hometown to fight and venture into unknown lands; if there is no way out, who will pin his hopes on the last straw?"

"But I'd say, that's the status of Clovis!"

"We stand at a terrifying crossroads, we are being hunted down by the sudden war of the Empire, we have been fighting the enemy on our own borders for almost two years, and we have not been able to get out of this predicament, but our people, our soldiers , our nobles... all of us, see no hope of ending it at all."

"Some people may question me, but that's the status quo; it's true that the empire is strong, and it's also true that we haven't won many victories."

"Yes, we defeated Iser, we let the enemy smash into the sand in the vast land, we have thwarted the emperor's dream of tearing the western defense line apart again and again, we have survived the interruption of trade and the suffering of caravans repeatedly robbed... but we Still, didn't see that straw."

"Now, I give you this straw; its name is Stormmaster."

There was a slight commotion among the nobles and parliamentarians in the audience, to see what their thoughtful expressions knew; others showed disdain or sneer expressions, obviously recalling the "Sophia" concocted by Sophia last year. Eaglehorn City Battle."

Looking at the different expressions, the girl raised the corners of her mouth slightly:

"It is true that a small colony may not be enough to produce a qualitative change, but it is enough to be a gap, a beginning, a turning point - as long as the storm division and the army of the Ice Dragon Fjord colony launch an offensive on the imperial colony, even if A few trivial achievements, perhaps... can attract the attention of the Empire, so that its original investment in the homeland can be transferred to the colonial direction."

"After all, unlike us, the Empire has six colonies in the New World, and its population and territory are more than ten times that of Clovis; Light."

"Therefore, just before this, I have promised His Majesty Carlos that the Ice Dragon Fjord will carry forward the spirit of independence and survival, and it will never be more impossible to give up easily; we will show the Empire what the Clovis is. His tenacity, how brave and good at fighting."

"Even if there is only one-tenth of the territory and population, even if there is only one lone army, we ... will kill them all!"

Having said that, the girl deliberately paused and suddenly raised the saber in her right hand:

"The King's Flag of Clovis will never fall over Beluga Harbor!"

Inner city, Friedrichstraße, the newspaper office of "Clover's Honest".

The slightly dilapidated rental carriage was parked under the street lights along the street, and the little maid opened the door and walked quickly towards the company after giving the driver an extra silver coin tip.

In order to hide from the public, she specially put on a top hat with a purple ribbon, a delicate tuxedo with turquoise buttons, and a sterling silver bracelet... Dressed like the young gentlemen who hang out in the cafe all the year round. .

Although the clothes are well-dressed, because they are wearing Miss Sophia's clothes, the two have a slight difference in body shape although the height difference is not big~www.mtlnovel.com~ The result is that there is no difference between cross-dressing and no cross-dressing at all. Until Sophia wears this outfit - it may be her only flaw

She pushed the door and walked into the company. Angelica walked through the corridor and stairs with such familiarity in the slightly strange eyes around her, and came to the general manager's room. She knocked lightly twice and walked in directly.

"you are……"

"Are there any reporters and coachmen in your newspaper office who haven't been out for a while? I want them to deliver a letter." Without waiting for the other party to speak, Angelica directly interrupted:

"This is what Miss Franz explained, and it must be sent to Clovis City within today."

Hearing the name of the major shareholder, the face of the general manager, who had no time to be surprised, suddenly changed, and he did not dare to be slighted again: "Where do you want to send it?"

The little maid slightly supported the brim of her hat, and took out a letter of worship wrapped in a handkerchief from the inner pocket next to her chest:

"Ice Dragon Fjord, Beluga Harbor!"

Chapter end