I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 264

"To the loyal Colonial Commander, Brigadier General, Anson Bach:

I'm really sorry that it took so long to write you the first letter, there are so many things to say but I can't say it, you are far away in the colony, and you don't know the reasons for what happened in your native land. Clear, so it has been delayed until now.

Now that we've talked about it, let's talk about what's happening in Clovis City recently.

Remember the dinner full of surprises we had together at the academy? Even now, many scenes from that time are still vivid in my mind, especially St. Isaac's last work, the "moving image" using steam power, which has been popularized with the strong support of the church.

Just last month, I saw a brand new 'moving image' at an afternoon tea party hosted by Mrs. Catalina, of the steel sky steam train entering the platform. It was short, only a few minutes, but still very impressive. Surprise; several ladies who usually call themselves 'brave' were terrified.

And our beloved Viscount Bogner, calm like a knight in the classical era, but Madame Catarina told me that the first time he saw it, he poured coffee on his head.

Oh, by the way, she told me about the burn marks on the Viscount's forehead, haha.

The current 'moving images' are expensive, and the pictures need to be stored on something called 'photograph cards'. At least 15 cards are required for each second of images, and the cost of each card is close to a gold coin. on the 'time is money' paradigm.

Nevertheless, I still feel that this technology has broad prospects; the impact of the moving pictures on the general public is unmatched by newspapers and comic strips; as long as the cost per second can be controlled within one silver coin, Or by increasing the amount of communication and reducing the cost, it will become the darling of the entire media industry.

To give a simple example, if I could record the images of you conquering Eagle Point City or defeating the Imperial Expeditionary Force through it, maybe I would not have to spend so much publicity to attract investment for the Storm Division.

Speaking of Hantu, there has been a lot of news about them recently... Because of the alliance with Clovis, the empire has blocked border trade with them, leaving only the port of Carindia as the only trading port, plus the army Chen Bing borders, the country is very unstable.

Earlier this year, my dear brother Ludwig proposed to the Army that he would lead the Southern Corps to support Hantu, remove its border risks, and completely defeat the Empire from its weakest position, but it was ultimately rejected. .

Of course, this is no secret, you must already know it.

For this result, I can only express my sympathy and regret; not only to my dear brother, but also to Leon François and those who fought for the unity and freedom of the vast soil; Won Clovis's friendship, but the aid available is too limited.

An Sen, my loyal subordinate, you should be in the same mood as I am; after all, for the freedom and unity of Hantu, your efforts are far higher than mine, and you have personally experienced the whole process.

Even so, I still firmly believe that Hantu will never fall easily; not only its long history, but also the people living in this land; as long as there is a strong voice to unite them, they can burst forth Unleash unprecedented power to defeat the incoming enemies of the labor division expedition.

You must think so too, right?

I haven't written a letter for a long time, and I said a lot of outrageous content at once. I hope you don't mind, just look at those important places.

Remember to reply to me if you have time, but now you are probably having a headache with the reorganization and expansion of the army, and you are too busy to take care of him, Brigadier General Anson Bach?

Do you know how many Clovis officers who were born like you and can still get the rank of brigadier general... less than the number of one hand!

Not only that, each of them has established a merit that is five times, ten times greater than yours! Even long before the rank, they were already well-known, not like some young captain who was forcibly promoted and unpopular.

So you should understand what an honor this is.

Cherish this honor.

Sophia Franz

yours truly. "

The clean kraft paper is packed in a simple envelope, perhaps because it once crossed the ocean, and there are some traces of damp; the graceful and elegant handwriting makes people feel as if they can see the girl who sent the letter when reading, sitting in their own He spoke eloquently from the opposite side, chatting about all kinds of new things that he encountered after the two separated.

No matter what angle you look at, it is an ordinary letterhead that can no longer be ordinary, and its content can no longer be ordinary. From its appearance to every line of characters, every punctuation mark, I can't find any special place.

"So I really don't understand, where on earth did it make you look like this?"

He casually threw the letter on the table, and Karl stood up suddenly with a puzzled face, his brows were almost drawn together: "Apart from the possibility that Miss Talia might find out about the relationship between the two of you, what else? Big deal—and she must have found out long ago!"

"Well, even if there is something hidden that we idiots can't understand, then you should tell us instead of hiding in the bedroom for two days in a row, right, my brigadier general? !"

The slightly irritable voices sounded again and again, echoed in the dimly lit living room, and then returned to dead silence.

After a moment of silence, the chief of staff with an increasingly ugly face walked to the fireplace and stared at the figure curled up in the sofa:

"Tell me what's going on, or I'll give this letter to Miss Talia and let her ask you—choose one of the two, immediately!"

There was another silence, An Sen on the sofa slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes and a pipe at the corner of his mouth, looking at his adjutant with an uncertain expression:

"You sure want to know."

"...No, I just think that working 14 hours a day is too leisurely! So I'm going to meet you for coffee, smoke, and gossip to pass the time." Carl rolled his eyes:

"Do you think I'm very rich every day now, I don't have the time to listen to your heart-to-heart talk, so I need to know now - there's something wrong with that letter, right?!"

"…Yes."

Anson sighed deeply, the heaviness on his face undiminished.

"Then how did you see it?" Karl immediately sat down on the sofa next to him, staring intently at his expression.

"She...in a simple but hardly perceptible way, conveyed what she really wanted to convey with content that only 'specific objects' could understand."

An Sen smoked his pipe dully, every word seemed to contain a heavy burden.

"So, only you can understand the 'real content' of this letter, and it's just an ordinary to boring letter to others-because this information is very important and must not be discovered, right?"

"...That's understandable."

"Can you give an example, such as the banquet in front, what does 'moving image' refer to?"

"It refers to the 'new things that happened recently in Clovis City', that is, a meeting between Clovis executives that just ended." Anson said solemnly:

"In this meeting, they agreed on a certain opinion - and this meeting is closely related to our current situation."

Madame Catalina, Viscount Bogner, and the Church—that is, Archbishop Luther Franz, Sophia used these three names to refer to the top Clovis, and the "Afternoon Tea Party" was one of them. secret meeting between.

The so-called "moving image", St. Isaac's last work, probably means that the outcome of the meeting exceeded her initial expectations; it also implies that the content of the meeting was very unfavorable to her, because she and herself twice The "banquet" meeting was either attacked by the guards, or encountered troubles from the old gods, and it was all related to himself.

Carl fell into deep thought, thought for a few seconds, then frowned and asked:

"What about Hantu, what is Hantu?"

"What she's talking about is not Han soil, but Ice Dragon Fjord, a colony in the New World." Anson took a puff of his pipe and said while coughing:

"The alliance with Clovis means that we have joined forces with the rebel colonies and successfully established the Free Confederation; the only trading port... It may be Sail City, probably when the news came back, we hadn't been able to take it down yet."

"It's like this and so on. It's easy to understand that the situation is unstable. The situation at the time was indeed the same. We had no certainty of victory. It is very likely that we will be divided into two with the empire, or we will be unable to capture Yangfan City for a long time."

Karl suddenly realized, then he turned his eyes and blurted out: "So, Major General Ludwig Franz's plan to break the game means..."

"It was supposed to go north and come to support our local reinforcements." The expressionless An Sen let out a long puff of smoke:

"For various reasons, it was eventually rejected by the top management of Clovis."

"The result of the veto is most likely related to that meeting..." Karl, who widened his eyes, muttered to himself:

"The situation changed so quickly that Clovis changed his original thoughts."

"And this is no secret." An Sen nodded slightly:

"Since it's not a secret, it means that it's not just a high-level internal meeting, but a consensus within Clovis."

Even for fear that she might not be able to grasp the main point of the letter, the eldest reminded herself, "Just look at the important places," and mentioned this sentence at the risk of being discovered.

So, who discovered it?

The letterhead was sent by the Clovis Fact Sheet, and William Cecil was in charge of forwarding it. In theory, it could be said that it could not be safer.

Assuming that the truth report is absolutely her own, doesn't that mean that the Cecil family has made some kind of compromise, and even... even the Franz family, she can no longer absolutely trust it?

"The banquet is talking about a high-level meeting, and Hantu is referring to the New World Colony..."

As the content of the letter became clearer, the ease on Carl's face was completely replaced by seriousness, and a previously unimaginable answer was gradually coming to the surface:

"Then I remind you that the rank of brigadier general is very precious. I want you to cherish it, which means..."

"That's what it means." An Sen nodded slightly, with a bit of helplessness in his eyes.

Carl sucked in a breath of cold air and fell into silence immediately.

The dimly lit living room seemed to be a lot colder than before.

Looking at the heavy-faced adjutant, Anson continued to smoke his pipe, staring at the beating flames in the fireplace, lost in thought.

To be honest, it was not out of his expectation that the situation would turn out like this. From the acquiescence of the mainland to his various "cross-border" behaviors, Anson has already begun to notice; the reason why he has never considered in that direction, except In addition to some objective reasons, the most important thing is probably not dare.

He was afraid.

Fear of being used as a bait and an outcast from the very beginning, a target used to attract the enemy's attention.

Of course, this is not the first time this has happened. After all, it is one of the fates of cannon fodder, but this time it is slightly different.

Before, whether it was in Thundercastle, Dawn Bingfeng, or Hantu, I and the people around me were very clear about their position. They were a bunch of scum and cannon fodder that no one wanted. The goal was to work hard to survive, and then Find a way to make a fortune that can be squandered for decades.

Until the battle of the royal court of the Iser Elf... I took them thousands of miles in, and finally won the royal court, finally won the status of the standing army, and even coaxed them onto the ship to the colony, UU reading www.uukanshu.com promises big money and a bright future…

Now that the money has been earned, there is a bright future; it's just that with him, there is a truth that no one is willing to tell him.

You, you... are still the same group of scum, cannon fodder.

I worked so hard, they worked so hard, and the final result might be to make the epitaphs of hundreds of thousands of people look more decent.

"This... this is too surprising."

The color of shock filled Carl's eyes. He raised his head and stared at Anson with an unbelievable expression: "You, you tell the truth, you..."

"What's the relationship between you and Sophia?!"

"…Um?"

Anson was stunned for a moment, then raised his head inexplicably, only to see Carl's smirk:

"You, what did you say?"

"What else can I say, stop pretending, my commander!" The corner of the adjutant's mouth rose wildly, and he smiled brilliantly:

"A letter that only two people can understand, such an obscure metaphor... If the relationship is not intimate to a certain extent, how could it be possible to understand the meaning so quickly?!"

"Tell me, how did you communicate in secret?! All the letterheads of the storm division have to be checked by me and the little secretary, it's impossible... ah! Could it be that you have other mailing channels, shouldn't you... sigh, sigh you Don't pull out the gun, don't pull out... ah, ah ah ah, come here, help, the commander-in-chief is going to beat someone!"

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