I will be crowned king

Set the time back thirty minutes ago...

"Gentlemen, I think there is a little misunderstanding between us."

Sitting on a chair elevated with a leather bag, Allen, smiling, looked at the circle of gloomy officers around him, leaning on the table with their elbows and looking down at him.

In the dead silence of the office, the only sound that could be heard was the fingers of the scribes tapping their typewriters.

"From the conversation just now, you seem to think that I am here to bring up Anson Bach's graduation certificate and allowance certificate... That was a statement error, my mistake." The young man nodded slightly apologetically and said with a smile. :

"Then please allow me to reiterate the purpose of my coming here: According to the laws of the Kingdom, all supporting documents should be completed within fifteen working days, delivered within twenty working days, and issued within thirty working days. feedback."

"Today is January 22nd, and both documents have exceeded the deadline; the Army no longer has the right to continue to seize the documents... So I am not applying, but 'requiring' you to complete the delivery within thirty minutes."

The words, so calm that you could completely hear the intonation, echoed in the smoke-filled office.

The officers who were chewing their pipes looked at each other in confusion. Finally, a bald middle-aged man put down his pipe, cleared his throat, and took a document from the clerk behind him.

"Priest Alan Dawn, we have a document in our hands. It mentions that Anson Bach's military rank order was applied for from the front line. The order was issued directly by the Privy Council and did not go through the army." The bald middle-aged man said coldly Looking at the young man smiling at him:

"We have another document. Apparently, His Excellency Anson Bach did not follow the orders of the Royal Military Academy to return immediately after the training in the southern fortress; instead, he decided on his own to stay in the Thunder Castle levy until the end of the war; so According to the laws of the Kingdom..."

"In the sixty-first year of the Saint's Calendar, "Standard Plan for Low- and Middle-Level Officers."" Alan Dawn said without warning:

"Its Regulation No. 2, Article 1, stipulates that promotions to military ranks must be approved by the Army, and it was reiterated in Regulation No. 4, Year 62 of the Saint Calendar; Article 3 of Regulation No. 4 stipulates that graduating officers must be approved within twelve working days. Arrival, otherwise the college reserves the right to decide whether to graduate based on the student's performance and attitude."

After speaking, he smiled and looked at the bald officer with a changed expression and the document in his hand: "Thank you for the reminder, Lieutenant Colonel Becker."

"Now that you know, we don't need to explain anything anymore." After coughing twice, the bald officer looked at each other and said: "Please go back, this matter will end here..."

"But during the Southern City-State War in the 72nd year of the Saint's Calendar, the Privy Council submitted a new draft." Alan Dawn interrupted again with a smile:

"Its content provides for the repeal of Article 1 of the original Act No. 2, and the approval of the amendment to Article 5 of the 72nd year of the Saints calendar; and the deprivation of the Royal Military Academy from the provisions of Article 3 of the Ordinance No. 4 of the 62nd year of the Saints calendar. rights, reaffirming the rights granted to middle and lower-ranking officers in the Officers' Act, 61 A.D.

As the young man spoke, he took out a thick stack of documents from the leather bag under his body and handed them to the officers opposite; his calm tone was like the melody of a typewriter, echoing in everyone's minds:

"The outline of the draft clearly states that it aims to re-establish the military academy's personal control over middle- and low-level officers; it can be simply summarized as the 72nd Amendment to the 72nd Year of the Saints Calendar replacing the 62nd Year of the Saints Calendar Amendment, and to The standard plan for middle and low-ranking military officers in the 61st year of the Apostolic Calendar is to be revised."

"By the way, if you have passed the history subject, you will definitely not forget the great debate in the 72nd year of the Saint's Calendar. It was the excellent Brigadier General Schwartz who criticized the Royal Military Academy's dispatched troops in the Royal Council. The representatives refuted it one by one and put forward the concept of 'officers are loyal to the monarch', and only then the bill was finally passed."

The ugly-looking officers all frowned, biting their pipes and puffing away smoke with gloomy expressions.

Alan Dawn, who straightened his waist, sat on his leather bag, maintaining his vague smile in the sight of smoke and malice.

Ten minutes later, the bald officer holding his pipe took two puffs, like a lion awakening from a deep sleep, looking down at the thin boy:

"It's... what you... just said..."

"…What's the meaning?"

The corners of the smiling young man's mouth raised, and his eyes raised half an arc.

"It means that starting from the 72nd year of the Saint's Calendar, if the Royal Military Academy announces that a certain student will not be allowed to graduate, it must first be reported to the Privy Council and presented to the emperor, and it can be detained only after approval." Allen explained with great sincerity:

"As for the twelve working days mentioned by the Lieutenant Colonel... as early as the sixty-second year of the Saint's Calendar, a supplementary content was added: If force majeure occurs, postponement is allowed."

"Traffic accidents, natural disasters, disease outbreaks...encountering wars are all clearly stated force majeure."

Allen paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the faces of the officers in front of him one by one: "Therefore, unless you have an order directly from the emperor, no one has the right to seize this diploma."

"Last night I investigated all the complaints from the Army to the Privy Council in the past thirty days, and no relevant documents were issued...So, I personally think there is none."

The expressions of the silent officers changed slightly, and they were obviously much uglier than before.

But this brief silence only lasted for more than ten seconds. The bald officer with a complicated expression and the people around him looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

"Let's not mention the graduation certificate for now, but there is still a problem with Anson Bach's military rank." The bald officer said coldly, as if his piercing eyes swept over the thin young man:

"You are indeed very proficient in the laws of the kingdom; but can you tell me about any promotion order that is not recognized by the army and has legal effect?"

"Regarding this, the Privy Council has passed the promotion order for Anson Bach without any clear objection from the Army." Allen argued: "Legalistically speaking..."

"Boom!"

The pipe in the bald officer's hand hit the table hard. There was an unexpected loud noise and sparks of cigarette ash that burst out. Allen, who had remained calm just a moment ago, trembled all over and almost fell off his chair. .

"Legal speaking, does the Army have the right not to recognize his rank?" The bald officer stared coldly at the frightened young man, like a ferocious beast staring at its prey:

"Tell us, Reverend Alan Dawn."

"This, this, this, this...this...Indeed, legally speaking, the Army does have the right to question military ranks, but...but this must be based on a definite basis."

Allen, who was still in shock, swallowed and his breathing became rapid: "Besides..."

"Besides, he is also suspected of being an old god sect!" The bald officer interrupted politely:

"The bizarre murder case on the Iron Sky, the explosion in the cafe on Bleman Street, and the death and unexpected disappearance of soldiers outside St. Isaac's College...Three consecutive cases involving the Old Gods, Anson Bach was present in all of them!"

"Those, those are just accidents!"

Cold sweat streaked across the boy's forehead: "I believe that with detailed investigation, Anson Bach can be cleared of suspicion; besides, there is no clear evidence to prove that he is indeed related to the above three cases."

"But do you have evidence to prove his innocence?" The bald officer snorted in a low voice, with an obviously unfriendly smile on his face:

"…Have it?"

"I believe that as long as..."

"Have it?"

"The crux of the matter is..."

"Have it?!"

"I……"

At this moment, the young man covered in cold sweat opened his mouth and hesitated, breathing rapidly and without rhythm.

The officers with piercing eyes had a permeating sneer on their lips, as if they were looking down at a worm who was overestimating his abilities, a clown who showed himself to his fullest in front of them.

"…No."

The simple words seemed to have unprecedented weight when spoken from Allen's mouth.

As the words fell, the officers' eyes pointed to each other openly or covertly, and their different expressions showed similar proud expressions.

"Since there is no such thing, then there is no need for us to continue talking, Reverend Alan Dawn." The bald officer biting his pipe snorted coldly:

"As an honorable member of the Royal Army of Clovis, we are pleased to recognize His Excellency Anson Bach for his outstanding achievements in the academy and his military exploits at Fort Thunder, which are also an honor to the Army."

"But it's very regrettable... because he was suspected of three consecutive murders, and each case had a large number of casualties and was suspected to be related to the Old God Sect." The bald officer sneered maliciously, deliberately emphasizing the word 'regret' The tone:

"For the honor of the Royal Army, and for the sake of Anson Bach's own innocence, until he is completely cleared of all charges, the Army cannot issue him a graduation certificate and allowance certificate, let alone recognize his military rank and academy graduate status. identity!"

When the pale boy heard the last sentence, his body trembled slightly involuntarily.

"Dear gentlemen..." As if trying his best to muster the courage, Allen straightened his neck and tried his best to steady his breathing: "Is this really your final decision?"

The bald officer did not answer his question, his eyes hidden in the smoke seemed to be mocking the young man who was still struggling to his death.

"Isn't there any room for maneuver?" The young man tried his best to squeeze out a smile, and his eyes swept over the delicate faces:

"I believe there must be some misunderstanding here. It must be because there is a problem with the wording of both of us, which leads to a deviation in understanding, right?"

"It must be like this, right?!"

Powerless words rang out, and then fell without any response.

Allen's eyes widened and he waited anxiously for a response; but what he waited for was only silence and silent ridicule from the officers.

Time passes by minute by minute.

This oppressive silence lasted for a full five minutes, and the young man who was desperately trying to maintain his condition gradually lost his smile.

"...Okay, I understand." He lowered his head and sighed. Allen pursed his lips with a lonely expression and stopped looking at the officers who were looking down at him:

"Since this is the final decision of you gentlemen, as a humble clerk, I have no right to interfere in any way with your choice."

"I just ask you to wait until we meet again. I hope that today's unpleasantness will not affect our future cooperation."

"Well...thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule. Goodbye."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man jumped down from his chair, stood behind the table, saluted the officers, picked up his bag, and turned around silently to leave.

"etc!"

At this moment, the bald officer suddenly shouted:

"You just said that we will meet again...and cooperate...what do you mean?"

At that moment, with his back to the officer and a disappointed expression, Allen's mouth corners rose slightly.

"The Second Council of Order in the forty-seventh year of the Saint's Calendar stipulates that the Church of Order will remain neutral and will no longer interfere in the internal affairs of various countries." With the sound of words coming again, Allen turned around and faced those people who stared at him fiercely again. of the officers:

"But...except for alleged religious incidents!"

The smoke-filled office was filled with dead silence.

"According to regulations, once there is an incident suspected of the activities of the Old God Sect, the Church of Order has the right to apply to the royal family, dispatch the Judgment Knights and the Inquisition to intervene in the investigation, and has absolute control over the case." Allen said with a faint smile:

"Of course, this presupposes the application of the Church of Order. In order to improve the relationship between the Kingdom of Clovis and the church in the past twenty years, Archbishop Luther Franz has always adhered to the principle of neutrality. In most cases, he has not They would use such drastic measures and only ask the Privy Council in the end to transfer the arrested members of the Old God Sect to the church."

"But this time the situation is obviously different, so I can't guarantee that the Archbishop will still do this."

"Obviously different?!" A hint of bad emotion flashed in the bald officer's eyes, and he subconsciously asked:

"Why?"

"Because Mr. Anson Bach was officially appointed by the archbishop yesterday as the church's security force and the supreme commander of the storm group!" Allen raised his chin slightly, trying to keep his eyes as parallel as possible:

"This is not just an Old God incident, but an issue involving the credibility of the church and the purity of faith - is the commander appointed by the Church of Order an Old God? As a former priest, I don't think the Archbishop would be right about this. Ignore this kind of thing!"

"So taking advantage of my position, I wrote a letter and sent it to the Archbishop before coming here."

Looking at the officers who were getting more and more ugly and whose eyes were constantly interacting with each other, the smiling young man bowed and saluted again:

"Therefore... I hope that when we meet again, today's dispute will not affect future cooperation - since we are going to intervene in the investigation, of course all members of our storm group will also participate. I also hope that you can cooperate by then."

After saying that, the young man slowly took half a step back, turned and walked towards the door.

The moment he reached for the door handle, the bald officer's voice came from behind again.

"Wait a moment!"

The smiling young man looked back calmly and looked at the officers sincerely:

"Excuse me...anything else?"

"No, it's nothing!"

At this moment, the bald officer with an extremely ugly expression tried his best to squeeze out a smile on his face:

"It's just...there are some small misunderstandings."

I feel like writing a 4,000-word chapter is still smooth~