I will be crowned king

In the quiet study room, Alan Dawn, who seemed not to realize what he said, was still standing politely behind the table, smiling and looking at the stunned Anson.

After a minute, Anson, who had regained his composure, resisted the urge to turn around and leave. He looked at the young man in disbelief: "You, you just said... this... army has eight companies... the entire force at present. …Uh…just the two of us?”

"To be more precise, there is only one of you at the moment, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach." Smiling Allen shook his head slightly:

"I'm just a humble clerk."

Anson, whose eyebrows were raised crazily, took a deep breath and continued to ask, "But you just said that the budget is sufficient..."

"That's right." The young man nodded seriously:

"All officers and soldiers enjoy regular military pay, transportation, housing, gas and heating subsidies in the royal capital, accident and medical insurance; one day off per week, and one day off per month... Our budget is absolutely sufficient!"

The premise is that someone has to come to collect this life money... Anson twitched the corner of his mouth:

"...You just said that you have all the people available..."

"Of course!" The young man said without hesitation:

"In order to ensure that this army can be formed smoothly, the church has sent thirty clerks to be responsible for book funds, forty people to be responsible for administration, and eighty people to be responsible for logistics... Their overwhelmed hard work allows you to use the fastest speed to Form this army!"

So there are currently one hundred and fifty-two people in this army, including one hundred and fifty-one administrators and one soldier... Anson felt his mouth twitching even more fiercely:

"...You also said you are well-trained..."

"That's for sure." The young man smiled even brighter:

"Dear Sir Anson Bach, given the deteriorating social security situation in Clovis City, the army you formed will definitely have sufficient practical experience; I don't understand military, but excellent armies are tempered by war. Isn’t it?”

Yes, there are some who were burned out on the first day of formation... Anson felt that if he continued like this, the corner of his mouth would cramp up.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Allen, who was standing behind the desk, blinked: "As your secretary, you can feel free to speak freely to me about any questions you have."

"Oh, by the way, that's why I'm waiting for you here - according to the order of Archbishop Luther Franz, from today on I will serve as your secretary to assist you in dealing with and dealing with everything about this incident. Army paperwork.”

"My working hours are from 7 am to 9 pm, with a one-hour lunch break in between. I have no weekends off but I have three fixed paid holidays per month. The salary is borne by the church; in addition..."

"I have a question." Anson interrupted: "I...how much time do we have to build this army?"

"That's a good question! You really hit the nail on the head, Your Excellency Anson Bach." The young man boasted unabashedly:

"We have a full month to form the army - which includes recruiting soldiers, selecting stations, hiring officers and purchasing military supplies - military uniforms, bags, weapons, ammunition, livestock... These must be finalized as soon as possible."

"I am responsible for all this?!" Anson was shocked.

"Of course not." The young man shook his head and magically took out a thick document from behind his back and handed it to him with both hands: "Please read this proposal. Everything you need to know has been listed above."

"Including a list of suitable officers, all factories around the royal capital that can quickly place orders and pick up goods, recruitment areas with suitable cost-effectiveness, and all military camps that may be rented or bought... You can check the ones you like and leave the rest Someone can do it within ten to thirty working days.”

"Just check the box?" Anson was a little unbelievable.

The young man nodded firmly: "You are the commander, you only need to make a decision."

"No one to discuss or argue with me?"

"No." The young man blinked and said in a matter-of-fact tone: "We are all humble secretaries, accountants, typists and clerks. Our job is to carry out your orders."

Looking at the document thicker than a novel in his hand, Anson was a little confused: "Is there anything else?"

"Another good question, Your Excellency Anson Bach!" The young man walked up to him holding another stack of documents:

"As your secretary, I will make your schedule for the next week to ensure that all work can be carried out in an orderly manner; you can notify me one day in advance of people you meet or do not want to see, to deal with personal issues or official business, and need to attend Banquets and meetings, and all the places you plan to go to...I can help you do it."

"Anywhere?"

"Anyone or any place in the royal capital, please inform one day in advance and I will make arrangements for you." The young man smiled attentively.

"Uh... what about... the palace?"

"no problem!"

The young man smiled and said: "If you just enter the palace, there will be a very good occasion tomorrow - the Privy Council plans to invite the top army officials to hold a semi-public party. Many officers will be present. It is not difficult to get a ticket. …Are you going to go?”

"No!" Anson smiled reluctantly: "I was just making an analogy."

"That's such a shame." The young man shook his head and sighed: "As an officer, you should actually appear in more social situations. This will be very helpful for your future and network."

"In fact, as far as I know, you are in a lot of trouble right now - because the Army has seized your Military Academy graduation certificate and documents, the allowance has been delayed." The young man spoke with a smile on his face. A little apology:

"I'm very sorry, and please forgive me if my behavior has offended you - as a qualified and responsible clerk, it is very necessary for me to treat my immediate superiors before taking office."

"...It doesn't matter, continue." Anson waved his hand nonchalantly...it wasn't really a secret anyway, and he didn't intend to hide anything.

"My suggestion is to go to the Royal Military Academy at 10:30 tomorrow morning to solve this problem. This is your legal right." The young man asked tentatively: "If you can accept this time, then I will arrange it It’s on your schedule.”

"No problem, see you tomorrow."

Anson stood up with a stack of documents in his arms, and when he was about to turn around and leave, Alan Dawn suddenly called out to him behind him.

"Ah! Sorry, please wait a moment, there is something else you need to confirm!"

Anson, who was forced to stop, turned around and watched as the somewhat panicked young man came out from behind the desk with a note and trotted all the way to Anson.

"whats the matter?"

"Name!" Alan Dawn stared at Anson with wide eyes and an extremely serious expression:

"Dear Sir Anson Bach, you still have to give this unit a name!"