I will be crowned king

Although Anson didn't know why Alan Dawn was so confident in him, and the other party was most likely the spy planted by Luther Franz around him, but...

Well, it is indeed a pleasant thing to have such a person who goes out of his way to praise himself in a roundabout way - at least Anson himself feels particularly happy.

The two walked into the institution building. Anson, who had been here once before, came to the door of Teacher Erich's office with familiarity. He knocked a few times and pushed the door open after hearing a reply from behind the door.

The moment he saw the appearance of the person who walked into the room, the officer sitting upright behind the desk immediately showed an embarrassed look, and his evasive eyes revealed a very complicated mood.

"I'm really... I'm very sorry. I didn't expect it to be this troublesome at first." The middle-aged officer said nervously, and he took out two wine glasses from the wine rack behind him with a little fuss:

"I had already negotiated with the Army at the beginning, and they promised not to get too involved in this matter...but the Guards suddenly jumped out and intervened, saying that you were related to the murder of the Steel Sky. It’s a big deal, and then I withheld all the certificates and documents!”

"Any fool can see that this is just messing around to cover up their recent inability to handle cases, and they still haven't solved the inner city riots and the Old God Sect. But there is no way, the Guards have a very special status within the army, and then Coupled with the conflict between the Army and the Church of Order..."

Teacher Erich, who became more and more depressed as he talked, sighed, raised his head and took a long sip of dark beer.

"You don't have to blame yourself so much, Teacher Erich." Anson comforted him as he sat down: "This matter was the result of my own reckless decision from the beginning. I am very grateful that you are willing to lend a helping hand. It’s over.”

"Help... Now I wonder if I was not helpful." Erich smiled bitterly: "Ever since the Guards came that day, they seemed to be worried that I would secretly help you take out your ID while they were away. , has been sending people to stay in the certificate office upstairs, and there are people on duty 24 hours a day."

"But because of this group of people, the speed of processing documents here is much faster, which saves me a lot of work... Haha, it can be considered a good thing."

Helplessly laughing at himself, the depressed middle-aged officer picked up his glass and took a sip.

"So the ID office is staffed now, right?"

Just as Anson was thinking about how to comfort the other party, a slightly immature but serious voice sounded behind him.

"Uh...yes." Teacher Erich lowered his gaze and looked at the figure with only half of his head exposed behind the desk. He turned to Anson with some astonishment:

"Is this your son?"

"puff!"

Anson, who had just picked up the wine glass, choked on it and almost sprayed it on the middle-aged officer's face.

"My name is Alan Dawn, a former monastery priest, and now I am the secretary of Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach." The smiling boy stepped on his feet, looked up at Erich behind the table, and raised his little hand desperately. To the other party:

"Nice to meet you, Professor Erich, and thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to provide us with such important information!"

"This... is what it should be." After shaking hands with the young man, Erich smiled reluctantly before looking at Anson: "How about you two wait here for a while, and I will finish the work at hand and then join you. Go to the ID office, maybe..."

"Thank you, but I don't need to trouble you anymore." The smiling boy declined politely:

"Master Anson Bach and Teacher Erich, please take a short rest here, and please leave the remaining chores to me - don't worry, it won't be delayed for too long."

After saying that, Allen walked out of the room with his purse in hand, and closed the door from the outside very considerately.

Looking at the closed door, Teacher Erich, who was holding the wine glass, was stunned in shock. He was silent for a while before putting down the wine glass, and stared at Anson with a complicated look:

"...So, you really took refuge in the Franz family?"

Nodding slightly, Ansen said in an understatement:

"I had no choice."

The middle-aged officer sighed and nodded silently: "Indeed."

After accepting Ludwig's "kindness" and being targeted by the Guards because of the murder of the Iron Sky, Anson had no future in the army; except for completely falling in love with Franz, who represents the Church of Order. Outside of the family, there is indeed no other option.

Of course, as a graduate, he can also choose to enter the military academy as an assistant teacher, or join a security company that is recruiting people; but that means that he is still under the control of the Army, and there is no security at all. .

In comparison, joining the Church of Order is really the best choice.

"If that's the case, then you shouldn't be here today just for the allowance - the Franz family is not a stingy employer." Erich picked up the wine glass and said:

"We are all from the Skirmisher Division. If you need help, just ask."

"Then I'm welcome." Anson smiled and toasted with a wine glass across the table.

This was the second time that the other party mentioned the "Skirmish Division". Although he still didn't know what it meant, it obviously had something to do with a certain officer group... After all, the army was the second most qualified place in the world.

"Archbishop Luther Franz gave me a job and asked me to establish an infantry regiment of almost eight companies within a month to ensure the security of the church in the capital." Anson introduced truthfully:

"Now most of the preliminary preparations have been resolved, and the first-phase budget will be approved soon, but there is still a very thorny problem..."

"You need a group of qualified low-level officers to help you train and build an army, not a bunch of thugs with guns." Erich took over the conversation and raised the corner of his mouth:

"Am i right?"

"That's it."

Anson nodded solemnly and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "There are more than a thousand people in eight companies, and at least twenty officers and twice as many non-commissioned officers are needed to be considered an army; although this army is still nominally under the name of the Army. But I guess they won’t let him go.”

"No need to guess, they will definitely not." Erich immediately denied:

"Since this army is not even a conscripted army, it is almost a private army of the Church of Order... Well, then your only hope is the old people who have retired from the army, and those guys who have just graduated like you - can Can you tell me the recruitment standards and treatment?”

"sure."

As he spoke, Anson handed over the documents that Allen had prepared earlier.

After carefully looking at it for a moment, Erich, whose eyes were slightly surprised, couldn't help but nodded: "Yes, this treatment is even better than that of the Guards; I will take the time to find a way to publicize it for you, and there will probably be many people." I gave up the arrangement of the college and applied for the job."

"Thank you very much." Anson smiled and nodded.

Just when he was about to continue chatting on this topic and inquire about the "Skicker Section" from Erich, there was a sudden knock on the door behind him.

"I'm very sorry to disturb your chat. I'm here to report on my work."

With that slightly childish voice, Alan Dawn, who pushed in the door, saluted the two of them, and then said calmly: "Mr. Anson Bach, your graduation certificate and allowance certificate have been processed. As long as it is delivered to Clovis Cathedral next time, the results will be available within ten working days.”

"Done?!"

Teacher Erich screamed and stood up suddenly. He subconsciously took out his pocket watch and took a look at it. He blurted out in disbelief: "It's only been thirty minutes, and those Guards guys handed over the documents obediently. You How was it done?!”

The young man holding the leather bag in both hands stood there, thinking for a second as if reminiscing, and then smiled and said softly:

"Ah, nothing."

"I just cleared up the misunderstanding with those polite gentlemen."

I'm very sorry, due to some force majeure, today's update is much late... During this period, Kongkong has been going back and forth between illness and recuperation, and his health is not good. In addition, the recent current situation is particularly worrying; yesterday was a bit... I caught a cold, had a slight cold and was scared to death. I slept until 10:30 in the morning. I hope everyone can forgive me.