I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 355

"So...that's why I'm here."

In the Governor's Mansion of Yangfan City, Lieutenant Colonel Carl Bain, the chief of staff of the Storm Legion, twitched his throat and looked at the expressionless young knight tremblingly, his voice trembling: "...It's probably like this."

The moment the words fell, he noticed that the governor of Yangfan City was frowning slightly, and the corners of his eyes instinctively jumped down.

To be honest, if it is possible, Carl is absolutely reluctant - no matter how close the personal relationship is, the Empire and Clovis are still at war, and the reason why Louis Bernard is willing to join the Confederacy is just because he can't bear the suffering of Sailing City. The war is raging, hoping to prevent a meaningless war, but not agreeing with someone's "equal freedom" nonsense.

Even in this matter, the differences between the two sides far exceed the apparent harmony... Louis Bernard obviously prefers to have the Confederacy dominated by Sail City, get rid of the influence of Clovis or Anson Bach, and conclude friendship with the Empire relationship, which has touched the fundamental interests of the latter.

As for the most critical and most fatal factor... Carl didn't dare to think about it.

Glancing at the door that was so close behind him, the chief of staff decisively gave up some unrealistic ideas—trying to explode his potential in front of a talented person who could cut bullets with a knife and crush the liberal rebellion alone. It's an early curtain call.

Just as Karl was thinking wildly and the revolving lights began to appear in his mind, the young knight suddenly spoke:

"that's it?"

"that's it!"

Carl quickly replied: "It is related to the influence and status of the Confederacy in the New World, and the survival of the five large colonies in the east. The attitude of Sail City is very important, so please don't delay, in any case, go to Beluga Harbor. , to participate in the Supreme Conference."

"Of course, if you don't want to do it, I can understand it very well, but at least please send a messenger who can represent you in order to..."

"Don't be so troublesome."

Louis raised his hand to interrupt Carl, and said softly, "I'll leave now and go to Beluga Port in person."

Um? !

Carl, whose pupils shrank suddenly, was stunned, as if he had heard something very bizarre: "You, are you sure you want...you want..."

"I will go to Beluga Harbor in person to participate in this year's Supreme Conference." Louis, whose eyes were facing each other, said sternly, and repeated what he had just said: "Lieutenant Colonel Carl Bain, if this is your purpose, now You can leave and reply to Anson Bach."

"Of course, I personally prefer that you can go with me - I heard that you were escorted by the shooting army and arrived at Yangfan City by sea and land. What exactly is the army of the indigenous people, okay?"

"This, of course there is no problem!" Carl agreed without hesitation, but there was no tension in his expression:

"But are you sure you want to go to Beluga Port in person, do you really need someone else to do it for you?"

Looking at the tense eyes of the chief of staff, the young knight did not answer his question, turned around silently to the window, and looked at the sailing city outside:

"His Excellency Carl Bain, you have known Anson Bach much longer than I did, and you know him better; from your point of view, how do you view your boss?"

"Friends who can entrust their lives, speculators who are accommodating and adaptable, trustworthy commanders, devout followers of the Ring of Order or... evil heretics?"

Although his back was turned to himself, Karl could still feel the confusion and shake in Louis's trembling voice.

This is not because of some kind of stimulation, but because the long-standing pressure is completely crushed by the last straw, and there is an irreconcilable difference in the inner cognition of reality and the concept of firm belief, and there is a huge split.

After calming down a little, he took a deep breath and tried to be as neutral and objective as possible:

"I think you're talking about all of this, but it's all part of Anson Bach."

"Is he a follower of the Ring of Order? He should be, but he's certainly not very religious; he's a real spellcaster, but I think his 'religion' to the evil **** is probably debatable."

"As an officer, I've never met a more terrifying, but always trustworthy superior than Anson Bach; and then... yes, he's very compromising and adaptable, and he's called a speculator. It just couldn't fit better."

After a slight pause, Karl stood up slowly and looked at Louis's back with a very solemn expression: "As for whether he is a friend who can entrust his life, I don't want to answer your question - I don't have this qualification from my standpoint. It probably won't convince you either."

"……why?"

"Because if it wasn't for Anson Bach, you wouldn't have seen or known me here at all." Carl said sternly:

"If it wasn't for him, I might have been killed by your soldiers in the trenches outside of Fort Thunder, or by your brother, Kroger Bernard, in the castle hall of Fort Thunder, or... I don't know how The thing described... turned into an invisible corpse."

"Furthermore, the reason why I am who I am now, the chief of staff of a standing regiment, a lieutenant colonel, is entirely because of that **** speculator, heretic!"

"As an actual beneficiary, I didn't tell you whether that guy is a 'friend who can entrust his life' with such a pure stance." Karl smiled self-deprecatingly:

"You can ask Leon Francois, who is similar to yours and has a better relationship, and he will definitely give a very convincing answer - of course, we all know what his answer is."

As the first-generation archbishop of the "Anson Bach sect" and the editor of the sect's classics, Leon Francois has only Anson Bach as the sun 100% in his heart.

Louis Bernard turned his head, an expression of incomparably complicated appeared on his face.

"To be honest, Your Excellency Carl Bain, I am a little surprised." Louis said lightly:

"I was expecting you to say something nice about Anson Bach and help me make up my mind."

"I'm so sorry to disappoint you, Lord Governor." Carl shrugged:

"I'm a useless guy, and I'm not good at boasting; it's more painful for me to praise others than to strangle me directly, and I will only say dejected words that are not helpful."

"No, very helpful!"

The young knight shook his head: "You are right, this kind of question should not be asked of others, but yourself - you did not accommodate my willfulness, but helped me see the truth of the matter, thank you."

real? Why didn't I find out... Carl couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth:

"So you figured it out?"

"No, that's not it." Louis turned around with his hands behind his back, his eyes were much brighter than at the beginning:

"As a believer of the Ring of Order, the bloodline of the Seven Great Knights, I still can't accept that my best friend made a decision that was obviously wrong and would hurt him and everyone else - even if there was a reason for it, even if it was helpless, That only shows that there is a clear misjudgment of his devotion to the Ring of Order and the danger of the belief in the old gods."

"But that's my personal business, and I'm going to Moby Dick to settle the Confederacy and to aid the five colonies that are suffering from famine and winter; compared to their lives, and the future of the Confederacy as a whole, my personal feelings and Ideas don't matter."

"The rest... I will wait until the whole thing is over before I seriously consider how to solve it."

Louis said expressionlessly, clenching his fists with his hands behind his back; his movements were small, but Carl was keenly caught.

He still hadn't completely let go, but certain principles made him willing to endure temporarily, at least until the settlement of the five colonial aid issues and the end of the Supreme Council; the chief of staff finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and some unscrupulous boss handed it over to him The task is perfectly solved.

As for what will happen after that, it has nothing to do with me... Carl forced a smile:

"When shall we leave?"

"Now!" The young knight's expression was very determined:

"Although it's a little rude for not being able to entertain you, but time is tight, let's set off before it gets dark. It just so happens that there is a clipper that has been moored in the port of Sail City. We sail along the coast. If the wind is favorable, it may be a few days. Can we reach Beluga Harbor, okay?"

"of course can."

Carl resolutely agreed, and he didn't want to stay in Sail City any longer.

The young knight nodded slightly, took his coat and walked out of the gate, followed by the chief of staff, and there were two hurried sounds of military boots in the empty corridor.

Just as he was about to leave the Governor's Mansion, he suddenly seemed to remember something, a young knight said casually, and he didn't immediately notice the abnormality, but he thought of some wrong words.

Louis Bernard, what did he just say?

Oh, he said this meeting was about the future of the Free Confederacy, and...

...survive?

Hantu, Jinshicheng.

Holding the letterhead just sent from the port of Carindia, Leon Francois rushed into the palace with an anxious look and the right hand holding the hilt of the sword on his waist, letting all the guards and servants who tried to step forward to stop it. They all stepped back consciously, making way for the Prince of Hantu.

When he came to the outside of the council hall and opened the door directly, he happened to meet Claude François I, who was frowning, and on both sides of the long table stood Knight Commander Henares, Ai Grand Duke Victor Emmanuel, and his close friend Renaud Emmanuel.

Facing the eyes with different expressions, little Leon, who suddenly felt a little embarrassed, lowered his head slightly, and inadvertently swept the map hanging behind his father-the map of the turbulent sea.

Just as he was about to say something, his pupils shrank, and he said subconsciously:

"You... already know?"

A dead silence.

Several senior officials of the kingdom of Hantu looked at each other, some worried, some calm, and some completely focused on their friends, but they were stopped by the people next to them when they wanted to say something.

"It seems to be true." Claude I's voice echoed in the hall:

"Since it is an official notification from Archbishop Carindia, it means that the Holy See has made a decision, and the holy war against the New World is about to begin... How much time do we have?"

"Not sure, but the letterhead says to ask for it as soon as possible."

Leon Francois immediately stepped forward and handed the letter to his father; but Claude I did not take it, and Henares, who was next to him, had to do it for him, glanced a few times, nodded, and said solemnly:

"The church requires us to assemble an army of no less than 10,000 people at least within three months and wait for orders around Eagle Point City. At that time, we will go north along the territory of Clovis, board the ship at the North Port, and go to the new world."

"Ten thousand people? Crossing Clovis and then the sea again?" Lenore showed an unbelievable expression:

"Do they understand that 10,000 fully-armed soldiers travel long distances, and what a terrifying astronomical amount of supplies they consume?!"

"I think they know."

Looking at the letterhead in his hand, Henares continued: "It is clearly mentioned above that the vast soil army only needs to carry a small amount of supplies. Clovis will be in charge of all logistics until Northport embarks."

"As for the expenses incurred, Han soil will have to bear a small part, and the vast majority of the rest will be provided by the Church Bank - in the name of the Crusaders Command."

"Command?" Archduke Aiden raised his brows.

"It is impossible for the church to allow us to act without authorization... There will be a total of six representatives of the church, the head and deputy head of the Knights of Judgment, plus six head of the army and their deputy staff, forming the headquarters to lead this holy war army."

Henares said, and handed the letter to Archduke Aiden: "According to the scale of the troops, Hantu probably won't even be able to get a place for a legion commander."

"Six legion commanders, that is, six legions... Even if calculated by the lowest standard, it is at least an army of 120,000 people—not considering the size of the Knights of Judgment." Archduke Aiden frowned slightly: "The church is this What are you going to do, sweep the infidels or raze the new world to the ground?"

"Besides, what are they going to use to transport 120,000 soldiers to the New World?"

"That's not something we have to consider."

Claude I said lightly ~www.mtlnovel.com~ With his back to the crowd, he stared at the map of the turbulent sea: "Our problem is, how to ensure that Hantu will not lose a single portion of the land because of this meaningless war. Ten thousand elite soldiers?"

"Everyone, Hantu is still in the stage of recuperation. The funding of the church bank is very important to us, and it is impossible to openly go against their wishes."

"So you are really considering sending troops?" Henares couldn't help but said:

"We just got a formal request, why are we so proactive? Clovis and the Empire must have known about this earlier than us, and we haven't heard of any action from them until now."

"Because of this, Hantu must be more active - we are neither an empire nor Clovis. If the newly born Hantu wants to be respected by the orderly world, it must be more active than everyone else." Claude I He spoke slowly, his expression full of playfulness:

"Not to mention... they're all waiting."

them?

Looking at the meaningful expressions of his father and Archduke Aiden, Leon's face showed great doubts.

Chapter end