I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 425

The jihadist army is engaged in business, colluding with the enemy to sell military supplies, and even directly implicates the highest-level commanders. This sounds incredible to Louis Bernard, and it is almost unimaginable. In Anson's view...

Well, it's not really that big of a deal.

Not to mention, the Storm Legion itself is a collective enterprise that pretends that the army has a clear division of labor, has a single goal, and is highly responsible to all employees and shareholders. , set up factories in the new world, reselling raw materials, pioneering and reclaiming land, doing insurance, finance and even slave trade...

If you don't want to do business to make money, do you really need to rely on a little salary from the local to support the army?

As for doing business with the enemy, it is more normal; the so-called war is a luxury game played by the high-level officials for their unrealistic goals or ambitions. What does it have to do with the officers and soldiers below who are really going to work hard? It is work for everyone to fight to death on the battlefield, how much grievance can there be in private?

Since there is no grievance, why can't you secretly sell the materials that have nothing to do with you to subsidize your life?

What, the shortage of supplies? If there is a shortage of supplies, then you can't fight, yes, what does it have to do with yourself if you can't fight or defeat a war?

If it hadn't tried their best to get money to feed the entire legion, and established at least a relatively fair distribution mechanism to ensure that the Storm Legion had a stable income from top to bottom and was firmly bound in a collective form, the same situation would not have happened.

"That's right, this is what the army really looks like at ordinary times."

In the dungeon of Red Hand Bay, Bernard with shackles on his feet held a cup of bean soup and nodded in agreement: "Don't say it's the jihad this time, even if it's the previous wars, I am proud of those famous When the commanders of the empire served as staff officers, one of the most troublesome things was military rations, and the other was money."

"Every time you start, the military salaries and supplies that His Majesty can get are either in arrears or at a discount. It is impossible to count on them all. If two-thirds are satisfied, they are regarded as being valued, and the remaining one-third must be decided by oneself. way."

"Usually the choice is nothing more than looting and collecting, or getting the support of local wealthy families and nobles, turning the merchants who supply military supplies into tax collectors in a rich market, and then giving them the right to purchase exclusive spoils. The situation where the land that has not been taken down is promised to be rented out or even sold…”

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"Anyway, no matter what method is used, military salaries and pre-war rewards must be guaranteed, and efforts must be made to honor them; food must keep up, and the supply must not be cut off."

Bernard, like an old man complaining about life, said long-windedly: "On top of this, is the variety of food abundant, whether the military uniform is neat, whether the weapons are secure... These are all unimportant, and it doesn't matter if there are serious problems, because most of the enemies are too. Similar situation, am I right?"

"Completely correct."

Anson nodded in agreement. With what he knew about the Clovis Royal Army, the situation could only be worse than what Bernard described, not better.

Of course, there are many differences between the Empire and the Clovis army. One is the "blood tax" under the feudal contract, the other is professional and amateur mercenaries driven entirely by money, the other is mobilized by lords and feudal estates, and the other is in towns and cities. The countryside relies on homeless people, landless peasants, workers, and occasionally the army to force people together...

Other than that, there's really not much difference between the two.

"So why did you come to find me?"

Taking a sip of hot bean soup to moisten his throat, Bernard chuckled in confusion: "You already have a plan and a channel, you can trade with the scumbags in the jihadist army alone, and get the arms and food you need most now, I don't need my connections and help at all."

"What's more... Even if Louis opens his mouth, you can't let me go easily, right, Lord Commander Anson Bach, the loyal minister of Clovis and the follower of the Rune family?"

"Completely correct."

Anson shrugged indifferently, tacitly acquiescing to the other party's sarcasm and sarcasm: "Your Excellency Bernard Morwes, you are too dangerous, so dangerous without you, the threat of the Mujahideen to the Free Confederation is almost two. A different level; I don't have the confidence to win this war without first trying to get you under control."

"But it would be an exaggeration to say that you don't need your help. According to the information we have, you are a direct participant in the entire jihadist army's combat plan. Regarding the material reserve, military strength ratio and deployment, and the organization of the follow-up supply line, you should Everything is in control.”

An Sen leaned slightly closer and filled the teapot full of hot soup for the other party: "Without this information, we would not dare to contact the other side rashly."

First flatter the other party, and then show your true intentions. Of course, this is just the beginning. Unlike the honest Louis, dealing with a person like Bernard, it is impossible to agree without showing some practical counterparts.

"You actually have this kind of information?"

Sure enough, Bernard just expressed surprise but did not deny it, and immediately realized something: "That's right, Louis probably won't hide anything from you."

"Since this is the case, I have nothing to say... Let me help, but it must be conditional."

"Of course, please feel free to ask." An Sen smiled kindly: "As long as it is reasonable, I will try my best to satisfy you."

Reasonable, that is to say, let me go is definitely out of the question... Bernard rolled his eyes in his heart, but the expression on his face was normal:

"Let's talk about other things, you should be satisfied with some basic treatment, right? I'm an imperial supervisor, a dignified former minister, I don't ask you to exaggerate, a normal living environment, a servant who is responsible for cleaning and daily life, and a healthy diet. , wine and tobacco and other daily necessities of consumer goods, shouldn't it be too much?”

"More... I heard from Louis that you are going to retreat to Winter Torch City. Can you prepare in advance and place me there? After all, Red Hand Bay is too close to the front line. No matter what you think, I don't think this place can stop the holy war. Army attack."

"The official placement work can wait for you to connect with those guys in the jihadist army who want to earn extra money. I'm not unreasonable. Don't wait until the jihadist army calls and then transfer. If you don't worry, I'm even more worried."

All in all, it was basically a relatively normal request, and it didn't even require the return of the Mujahideen prisoners in the hands of the Confederacy, which can be said to be quite considerate.

An Sen nodded slightly, raised his teacup and poured some hot bean soup: "Then... the deal?"

Hmph, you think I don't know what you want to do, it's nothing more than to further test the details of the Free Confederation to see if we can use it; it's no secret that you formed an alliance with Bernard, the northern giants of the Roland family!

Bernard also showed a serious expression, and slowly raised his glass:

"make a deal."

The promise is so bold, it seems that you are very confident in your basic plan? You wait, as long as I have the opportunity to win over representatives of various colonies, the Free Confederation will sooner or later become the property of Bernard and the Roland family!

The two people who were pregnant with each other sincerely clinked glasses, brought the hot bean soup to their mouths and drank them all in one gulp.

And then... they were all scalded.

"Oh puff-"

Resisting the pain in his tongue, An Sen left the dungeon with a distorted expression. He gestured to the guards to continue to monitor him strictly, and then walked towards the lounge temporarily arranged by the parliament.

When returning to the room, Thalia, who had arrived at Red Hand Bay ahead of schedule, was sitting on the sofa with warm water and ice cubes prepared in advance; Anson, who had not even had time to thank him, picked up the water glass and slowly drank the warm water. He picked up the ice cube and put it in his mouth again, and after a while, it finally returned to normal.

"Weakness at the physical level is one of the unavoidable shortcomings of conjurers." Thalia sighed, raised her hand to stop someone's right hand from reaching the rum bottle, and handed another glass of warm water regretfully:

"It would be great if Anson didn't become a conjurer, but mastered blood magic."

Well, I didn't take the initiative to ask to be a spellcaster... Anson smiled lightly:

"Yeah, it would be nice if that was the case."

The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, and sat down on someone's side while her small head was tilted, and the corner of her mouth showed a playful arc: "Lie."

"With Anson's character and habits, it is impossible to become a blood mage even if he chooses black magic; as long as there is still hope, he will not take the initiative to have a head-on conflict with the enemy. How could he choose the most exposed blood magic?"

An Sen, whose real thoughts were suddenly pierced, was speechless and could only continue to smile awkwardly.

"Speaking of head-on conflict, it seems that the Order's ruling knights have already begun to act, and it is very likely that they will follow the next batch of imperial crusades to the new world." Before the girl took the initiative to speak, he took the initiative to change the topic:

"Since the night of the confrontation with the tomb keeper, Ta... Rune has not taken the initiative to communicate with me directly. Is she... ready to face the church?"

In the final analysis, at least the reason given by the church on the surface for sending troops is to attack Rune, but due to various reasons, everyone seems to use this as an excuse; except for the very few who know the truth, even the representatives of the most unfortunate colonies are also present. I don't think that handing over the Rune family can solve the conflict - let alone they can't.

But when the war has completely entered the white-hot stage, and the Knights of Judgment officially debuted, 100% of people will raise this matter, and it is impossible for Ansen not to make plans in advance.

"The preparations for facing the church...of course it has already started." Thalia blinked in confusion, as if "I thought you knew" on her face:

"Not only in the face of the church, but in order to ensure that the Rune family can gain a firm foothold in the new world, my father has personally come forward and assisted Anson and the Free Confederation more than once."

"Huh?!" An Sen Tong Kong shrank abruptly:

"I came forward in person, more than once?"

"Well, let Talia think about it... There should be more than three times directly and indirectly, right?" The girl nodded slightly:

"The first time should be after the Battle of the Gravekeepers, which distorted the life of the New World on a large scale, suppressed the wildness of the beasts, and accelerated the growth of plants; and because the natives of the New World were very sensitive to magic, my father Taking advantage of this, they narrowed their range of activities with a very weak breath, without affecting the colony."

"The second time is indirect... Because the Lord of the Abyss was killed by his father, but the distorted realm on which it exists, the Sea of ​​the Abyss has not been destroyed. The lingering Lord of the Abyss needs to use the field to recover quickly. The mechanism of making large-scale sacrifices, that is to say…”

"Over the past few months, the probability of shipwrecks in rough seas being hit by storms should be particularly high."

Anson's eyelids couldn't help but jump.

"For the third time this past May, Father... appears to have seized some of the Lord of the Abyss' control over his twisted realm, affecting the movement and direction of currents of fish along the coasts of the New World; several fishermen at Beluga Harbor recently. The bumper harvest and the limited size of the jihadist fleet's fleet operations are all for this reason."

Thalia raised her head slightly, and looked at Anson with emerald green eyes:

"As an apostle, it is a very risky act to interfere in the real world. Every large-scale interference is like an enemy of the world; but for my father, dear Anson, it seems that it is already an enemy to her. It's important to exist."

"It must have understood Thalia's good intentions, and finally treated Anson as family, right? Well, it must be like this!"

Looking at the happy girl, "family" An Sen was only shocked.

Originally, after becoming a Blasphemer Mage, his "insight" ability and domain should be able to clearly perceive the distortion caused by all the magical auras within the range, but in the face of Rune, he didn't even react at all.

Blasphemy mages and apostles...is the gap so big?

An apostle powerful enough to distort the world quietly, does the Church of the Ring of Order really have a way to hunt it down?

Just when he was in deep thought, the happy Thalia walked aside briskly, took out a beautiful and exquisite notebook from the luggage she was carrying, and pushed it silently in front of him.

"This is…"

"That's why Thalia must come to Red Hand Bay this time." The girl said happily:

"William Gottfried, your 'advisor'...has deciphered the last part of St. Isaac's notes."

finished? !

With a surprised face, An Sen took the notebook from the girl's hand and opened it immediately; the text on the notebook was very beautiful, and the sentences and punctuation marks were used very well, and even different places were specially distinguished by the size and color of the characters, which is convenient for

Obviously, this is definitely not the original translated by some cursive master, but transcribed by the girl in front of him.

The first thing that catches the eye is a line of extremely eye-catching large characters:

"Humans of flesh and blood have no way out!"

Chapter end