I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 231

New World, Sail City, Port Area.

Under the bright sky, several three-masted sailboats with King Clovis flags were moored on the mist-shrouded pier. Box after box of supplies were carried on board.

Behind them, the "shooting army soldiers" who had just joined the New World Company wore linen pockets that looked like they had three holes pulled out. They laboriously pushed the trucks loaded with supplies, and moved closer to the dock along the gravel road that was definitely not flat.

On the shore not far away, there are many wealthy businessmen and property owners in Yangfan City who came to see them off. While expressing their thoughts of retention, they politely asked if there were any empty cabins on the ship that could be rented out, so that they would be killed without breakfast. Carl Bain, the chief of staff who came out to "receive", was in a very bad mood.

But when the merchants beat drums and spread the price like flowers, for the welfare of the storm division and his own extra money, he had to show a smile more ugly than crying, and began to bargain with the other party.

With the completion of the New World Company and the "return from hunting" of a certain vanished commander-in-chief, the Storm Division's final mission in Yangfan City has finally come to an end, and it is officially ready to return.

It was already October, there was a little snow in the sky, and there were not many animals that were still running in the countryside.

Despite this, the whole army was still full of regrets when they got the order to retreat. Compared with Yangfan City, which had just experienced the war and was devastated, Beluga Port is definitely more comfortable, but when it returns to its own colony, the military discipline management will be stricter. , it will not be as relaxing and comfortable as in the occupation zone.

Considering that the ship could not bring all the troops back at one time, the whole army had to be temporarily divided into two parts: the second, third and fourth infantry regiments and most of the baggage, the artillery company took the boat, and returned to Beluga with the division headquarters first. port.

The remaining Grenadiers, the 5th Infantry, and two cavalry companies traveled north by road to **** Talia Rune to the upcoming "Conference of the Confederacy" at Grey Dove Castle, and then to Black Cay Harbor, where they awaited their return. fleet to take them home.

As the actual founder of the Free Confederation, Anson must attend a meeting of this level. Even if he doesn't say a word, it can at least reflect the presence of Clovis and the Storm Division; otherwise, the empire has been expelled and the external crisis has been temporarily eliminated. It's hard to say what "weird ideas" these liberals who are good at riding the wall will have.

Considering the turmoil of the Untrustworthy Knights and the importance of Beluga Port, he must also rush back to suppress the situation as soon as possible to stabilize this absolute base camp; the task of monitoring the Free Confederation naturally falls on Talia. .

In Anson's view, this is even an excellent opportunity to bring Talia to the stage... Although the ultimate goal is to let the Rune family hide behind the scenes as much as possible, relying on various organizations and supported puppets to achieve the purpose of indirect rule, but Even a strong influence is difficult to maintain if it is completely invisible.

This is most vividly shown in the relationship between the Rune family and the Clovis Kingdom; it is obviously the first wealthy family in the true sense - the only family with a thousand-year history, the family history is longer than the history of the existence of the kingdom and even the royal family - but The influence is so small that even the wealthy families in Clovis City don't know much about it.

It is true that there is also the suppression of the Church of Order, and the Luen family must keep a low profile. However, there is no parish of the Church of Order in the New World, so naturally there is no need to have too many scruples.

And since it is the supreme meeting of the Confederacy, Louis Bernard will definitely participate; if he is present, there will be troubles and quarrels, and nothing can be done in the end; if it is Talia, maybe with his chivalry Can be a little more restrained.

As the head of the Rune family, Talia does not have any speech skills, but this is not a problem, because the storm division happens to have two professionals who are very proficient in this way, and can be trained with zero basics.

"Ah, Ellen, how's the speech for Talia?"

After having a hearty breakfast just now, Anson, who was wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin, looked at the little secretary who pushed in the door, and yawned: "This is her first speech, there won't be anything too complicated. Bar."

"I can only guarantee that it is absolutely in line with most people's expectations, my lord."

The little clerk replied mildly, walked to the cupboard aside and poured two cups of steaming coffee: "Although it's not the first time Miss Talia has appeared in public, she still represents you in her identity - no one expects to be able to get from She got the unrealistic promise from Clovis that he would cancel the garrison of troops everywhere, or forgive all the debts of the colonies."

This is true... An Sen couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth: "Since you can't make any promises, isn't there nothing to talk about?"

"On the contrary, my lord; it is precisely because no promises are made that there is really more to say."

The smiling Alan shook his head, handed the coffee and newspaper to Anson's table, and received the used breakfast utensils aside:

"As you know, the Storm Division and the Ice Dragon Fjord, as the founders of the Free Confederation, are only allies on the same front; those colonial leaders - even the ruler of Grey Dove Castle, Paulina Frey, neither wants us to get too involved in Confederate politics."

"So we're going to tell them through Miss Thalia's speech that we're in trouble!"

"Who?"

Anson couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"We, the Free Confederation, and all the colonies throughout the New World."

The little clerk said firmly: "Although the Empire has been temporarily repelled, this does not mean that the Confederacy is no longer threatened - even the complete opposite, because without this external threat, many internal troubles have begun to be exposed."

"Religion, population, frontiers, economics, public safety...for a 'Liberal Confederate government' with little power, it's all a matter of perspective."

"As allies, we certainly can't get too involved in the politics of the Free Confederacy - as Sir Louis Bernard, Governor of Sail City, would have liked - but we can raise all these questions and ask them exactly how they intend to resolve them."

"Ah..." An Sen showed a comprehensible expression:

"Now that we've replaced the Empire, how are we going to prove that we're superior to the Empire - are you going to say that?"

"Exactly! Lord Anson Bach, your ability to summarize is still so amazing." The little secretary boasted unabashedly:

"Since Sir Louis Bernard expects us Clovisers to keep our duty, he must prove that, under the leadership of Sail City, and the sincere unity of the colonies, he can solve this overwhelming problem."

"As for the answer, it's obvious, they can't solve it; and when the colonies, especially Sail City, find themselves powerless to deal with these problems, they will realize the importance of Beluga Harbor and the Storm Division."

"In fact, this is also a prerequisite for the establishment of a regime, or even a country." The little secretary suddenly sighed:

“No one likes power, but without a power to integrate—whether voluntarily or by force—all the resources, even with ample human and material resources, the result is bound to be nothing.”

"Those colonies...they thought they wanted freedom, but they just wanted another owner who cared more about them."

Taking a sip of the black coffee, the bitter little clerk gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

An Sen silently put a small cube of sugar in his cup, frowning slightly: "I didn't expect you to have such a sophisticated side?"

"Sorry, maybe it's because I've just grown up recently and I'm going through adolescence." The little secretary smiled and saluted, expressing his apology:

"Also, as your clerk, I have to correct that, academically, this is generally called 'politics'."

Anson Bach: "..."

The little secretary who picked up the coffee cup again took another sip, and suddenly remembered something:

"Oh, by the way, I met the elf lady next to Sir Louis when I first came, and said that I would come to see you later; I told her that you may not have time today, and it is best to make an appointment tomorrow, but I am afraid She didn't..."

"Dong Dong Dong!"

A quick knock on the door interrupted the conversation, and before An Sen could speak, a familiar figure entered the room.

Freya looked at the two who were looking at her in astonishment, frowning slightly as if thinking, and pointed at Allen to the wide-open door behind her.

The little secretary who understood it calmly got up, stepped carefully to the door, locked the door from inside the house, and then smiled at the elf girl with his hands behind his back.

Freya frowned even more: "What are you doing?"

"Close the door."

"……close the door?"

"You didn't want me just now..."

"I'm letting you out."

Freya was expressionless: "I want to talk about something with Anson Bach, I don't want to be disturbed by other people, understand?"

"If this is the case, please allow me to refuse." The little secretary immediately said righteously:

"Any outsider's conversation with Lord Anson Bach, as the secretary, I must be present and take notes to avoid any misunderstandings afterwards - Sir, please tell this distinguished lady, is that right?"

"That's it." An Sen had no choice but to laugh:

"All my meetings have to be with Clerk Alan Dawn; don't worry, you can trust him 100 percent."

Freya Mosesfield turned her head back slowly, looked at him coldly, and said nothing.

In the quiet room, the two suddenly felt a biting chill at the same time.

"Uh... Actually, I didn't have to ask Secretary Alan Down to be there."

Feeling the gaze locked on him, Anson showed a very unnatural smile: "What do you think, Alan Dawn?"

The little secretary who was full of excitement reacted immediately, opened the door decisively, and rushed out at the fastest speed - before leaving, he did not forget to close the door from the outside.

"boom!"

There was a heavy slam on the door, as if there were not two living people in the house, but some kind of wild beast that chose people and devoured them.

It doesn't matter if you run slower... Anson's smile froze on his face.

In the unspeakable atmosphere, the elf girl slowly narrowed her gaze, and took out a document wrapped in kraft paper, with a thickness of nearly five centimeters, and pressed it lightly on the newspaper.

"This is……"

"The big magic book." Before he could finish speaking, Freya grabbed:

"Accurately speaking, it's the rubbing of the "Great Magic Book" - it should have been hidden in the secret crevice of the bookcase in the small church."

Um? !

An Sen's face showed a flash of surprise, but he immediately covered it up, as if he didn't know what the elf girl meant.

"Fair Cressey once said that this is what he made an appointment with you as a reward for your defeat of the imperial army." Freya, who did not notice the other party's expression, continued:

"Before he rebelled, he was discovered by Louis. We once thought that the other party was chasing and killing us because of this thing, and then we learned that there was another reason."

"Now, it's yours."

The voice fell, and she pushed the file bag over.

Anson raised his eyebrows:

"Since you know, you should understand the meaning and value of this thing...why give it to me?"

"Because I know you very well - to be more precise, Louis knows you very well." Freya's eyes burned:

"You're a guy who doesn't achieve your goals and never gives up; instead of waiting until you take the initiative to steal or rob, or let Louis use it to repay some of your favors, it's easier to give it to you directly."

Even now, Anson could still clearly feel the elf girl's killing intent towards him; the reason why he didn't do it was because he died, which would not only bring no benefit to Louis Bernard, but would add a lot of trouble.

"alright, I got it."

He nodded and picked up the "Great Magic Book" he had been waiting for in both hands: "So... Louis Bernard didn't know you gave it to me, did he?"

"I found it by accident in his bedroom, and I hesitated for a long time when I took it away." The elf girl shook her head:

"So you must leave Sail City as soon as possible today~www.mtlnovel.com~ preferably within today-if Louis finds it missing, you will be the first suspect!"

This is for sure, after all, even if ordinary spellcasters get the "Great Magic Book", it is useless, not to mention the level of Louis' understanding of the "Old God Circle", I am afraid that he will not think of another object.

"No problem, I'll leave from the port of Sail City before noon, you just need to make sure he doesn't notice anything abnormal before evening." Anson quickly put away the file bag: "In addition, can I ask an extra question?"

"what is the problem?"

"Well, since you've been able to steal the rubbing from his bedroom, why don't you just copy it - it's definitely in time anyway, and it's more hidden, isn't it?"

The silent elf girl narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the guy in front of her without moving.

Anson Bach: "...don't ask, sorry!"

Chapter end

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