I will be crowned king

Pushing open the unlocked door, stepping through the completely rusted barbed wire and half-person-high weeds, Anson and Allen walked towards the interior of the factory.

According to the person in charge sent by the Railway Commission, a balding middle-aged man who looks like a second-hand housing agent, this factory was built in 1997. The factory and warehouse are spacious and well-designed, and the employee dormitories are well ventilated and space-saving. , has the most advanced water and gas pipeline system in the Kingdom of Clovis. It is still in good condition two years after the factory went bankrupt, and can be put into use immediately with a little cleaning.

Standing on a wasteland that was comparable to a wild jungle, looking at the three faded and weathered gray-white brick houses on the horizon that were comparable to deserted villages and castles, Anson once again understood deeply what it means to "not always believe what the agent says."

Although the entire station is "seriously inconsistent with the propaganda", it does not matter to the emerging storm group; the military camp itself does not need to be very comfortable. If the church and the Franz family were not rich enough, Anson would rather invest the budget for repairing the station into weapons. In terms of equipment, buy two more light artillery pieces imported from the Empire.

Even this state was in line with his "expectations" - for such a dilapidated factory, as long as it was slightly disguised with scaffolding and the like, no one would have imagined that it was actually a military camp.

Considering that even if there is a sufficient team of officers, it will take at least three months for recruits to be trained and initially formed; this means that for the next three months, Anson can avoid the surveillance of the Guards and avoid the Church of Order. order to avoid the black mage's "big plan"... Hidden in a military camp unknown to anyone, training peacefully and comfortably, while honing his spells, magic and bloodline power.

After three months, I will be able to master the power of blood more proficiently, and my spell magic will at least be able to steadily enter the second stage and move on to the higher third stage. At the same time, I will have a company of eight companies in my hand. strengthening group.

When you think about it, it’s perfect!

Of course, in a plan like this that is full of assumptions, it is inevitable that there will be flaws; for example, a young lady who is passionate about detective novels and adventures, and who often has amazing imaginations...

"What's that look in your eyes?"

Standing in the "former factory finance room" that exudes a strong smell of paint and has only one table and a few scattered chairs, now in the headquarters of the storm group, Miss Sophia Franz, dressed in a smart black men's dress, is sitting in the group leader's chair. In the position, followed by the cute and well-behaved little maid Angelica.

The girl fiddled with the pocket watch in her hand reservedly, looked at the dumbfounded Anson Bach with a matter-of-fact look, threw the top hat to the little maid behind her, revealing her long hair:

"Looking at you, it's as if you're asking why I'm here. Don't you think it's very rude to a lady to be so abrupt?"

Looking at Sophia's slightly dissatisfied expression, Anson, who was hesitant to speak, raised his head and glanced at the clerk behind him with some uncertainty.

After seeing Allen shaking his head wildly to express the same ignorance, he turned his attention to Angelica; the loyal little maid immediately avoided his sight and quietly stuck out the tip of her tongue.

"So...what is the purpose of your coming?" Anson had no choice but to ask.

"If I remember correctly, today is the day for the officers' interviews, right?" Sophia straightened her waist, and her smart golden double-breasted dress and close-fitting white shirt showed off her elegant curves.

Anson raised his eyebrows and asked with some surprise: "Are you planning to participate too?"

"Of course not. You are the military chief of the Storm Regiment. It is your right to hire and appoint officers. No one has the right to interfere - including me and myself...the Archbishop of our Church of Order."

The slightly indifferent girl raised her head slightly, as if to express a little contentment: "However, as the main investment and account manager of the Storm Group, I still have the right to watch such an important personnel project as the recruitment of officers."

"Just watching?"

"Just watching." The girl emphasized her tone and hummed reservedly:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, although I don't understand military affairs, I'm not at the point where I don't care about worldly affairs. Although words like 'nepotism' or 'following the path' don't sound good, they are sometimes used out of helplessness for various reasons. Lift.”

"I can also understand that as a young officer who has been rejected by the army, in order to gather officers who can run an army of a thousand people, you must exchange interests with various parties; so no matter what kind of officers you hire today, I I can assure you based on the reputation of the Franz family that there will not be any interference."

So what's your purpose here today...to watch for the sake of watching?

But she was willing to promise in person that she would never interfere in the interview, which is good news... right?

Looking at Sophia, who had a reserved expression but a cunning luster in her eyes, Anson felt that it might not be that simple.

"Ahem!"

At this moment, the little clerk standing behind Anson took a step forward, cleared his throat, and bowed slightly:

"Sir Anson Bach, and Miss Sophia Franz... I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but it's already interview time."

The girl who heard this frowned slightly and stood up from her chair.

"Is it already here so soon?"

"The time we notified was ten o'clock in the morning, and it is now ten thirty - according to the prior notice, they should be waiting for the interview in the factory outside the door." Allen glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, nodded and said:

"This is also thanks to Instructor Erich of the Royal Military Academy. Thanks to his helping hand, our people can distribute leaflets in the academy unimpeded. In return, he hopes that we can recruit as many officers as possible from the Skirmisher Section. .”

Anson nodded, this was reasonable, not to mention that he himself was from the skirmisher department:

"How many people are there in total?"

"There were twenty-five people who submitted resumes in total," Allen replied.

A bit short... Anson frowned slightly. A regiment of a thousand people would need at least fifty officers to support it, which was only half of the total.

However, the current frontline war situation is tense, and the shortage of officers is normal.

"Give me your resume and let them all come in." Anson sighed.

"yes."

Allen respectfully handed a stack of resumes to Anson, turned around and pushed the door open.

But soon he opened the door and came in again, with a strange expression on his smiling face.

"What's wrong?" Anson suddenly had a bad feeling:

"Is no one coming?"

"No, that's not the case..." Allen forced a smile on his face:

"I think it would be better for you two to come out and have a look in person."

Um?

Anson and Sophia looked at each other, looking at each other.

A minute later, the two people who pushed out the door stood in the corridor on the second floor. Looking at the factory hall filled with people and countless heads and military uniforms, they finally understood why the little secretary had that expression.

"This this……"

Sophia, who looked stunned, held her breath and looked at the dark figure under the stairs:

"How many people are here?"

"About one or two thousand..."

Anson's expression was not much better, and he glanced at the little clerk behind him in confusion: "Didn't you say there are only more than twenty?!"

"There are indeed only so many people who have submitted their resumes, but..." Allen glanced at Sophia, lowered his voice and approached Anson:

"It seems that because of the reports of the 'Great Victory at Red Moon Town', the frontline battle was lost and the news of heavy casualties spread among the graduates' circles."

"..." Anson Bach.

"What should I do?" A somewhat nervous Sophia turned her gaze to Anson:

"With so many people, let alone one day, we can't finish the interview even if it takes a month!"

Soon, someone in the hall immediately noticed a few more figures on the stairs. The originally quiet crowd immediately made a noise, and the already closed factory building was filled with boiling sounds like an exploding oil pan.

“Everyone—silence!”

Standing at the top of the stairs with his thin body, Allen stood on tiptoes, grabbed the railing and shouted down:

"Clovis Cathedral Security Forces, Commander-in-Chief of the Storm Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach is here!"

After the words fell, the little clerk bowed respectfully and turned sideways to leave an empty seat in the center.

After being silent for a moment, Anson walked up to the stage and looked at the dark crowd and the eyes looking at him with his hands behind his back.

"Everyone...as the leader of the storm group, before the interview officially begins, there are two things I think it is my responsibility to tell you."

Anson, who was smiling, cleared his throat and pretended to be calm and said:

"First of all, although the salary level of the Storm Regiment is higher than that of the ordinary Royal Army, the work is also harder than the ordinary army - we only have three months to turn a group of homeless people who have not been trained at all into well-trained recruits. "

"During this period, in addition to the basic salary, there are no additional allowances, no vacations, and you are not allowed to leave the military camp within three months. No vacations will be granted unless you lose the ability to move. For confidentiality reasons, no visits are allowed."

After the words fell, the crowd in the corridor fell silent, looking at Anson without wavering in their eyes.

Anson, whose expression remained unchanged, paused, then chuckled again and said:

"Secondly, the discipline of our army is stricter than that of the ordinary Royal Army: bribery, corruption, beating soldiers for no reason, empty pay, reselling supplies, impersonation..."

"If the above-mentioned crimes are discovered once, they will be immediately reported to the Inquisition; they will be shot to death or shot to death indiscriminately."

"Warriors who are ready, please register at the command room in ten minutes. I will personally be responsible for your interviews."

There was still silence in the silent hall.

Anson smiled slightly and turned back to the office under Sophia's surprised gaze with his hands behind his back.

………………

"What are you doing?!"

In the commander's room that smelled strongly of paint, a stunned Sophia blurted out.

"What did I do?"

With a leisurely expression, Anson pulled away the chair behind the long table and found a more comfortable position to sit down. He looked at the girl with shock written on her face as if nothing had happened, and whispered to the clerk beside him. , and then shouted "Wow!" and the little maid gasped.

"What to do...this is what you should tell me!"

Looking at Anson's "innocent" expression, Sophia's face turned even darker:

"Corruption, bribery, and empty pay and reselling of supplies will result in random shooting to death...According to your standards, two-thirds of the officers in the Kingdom of Clovis will have to be shot!"

"Also, report it to the Inquisition? The Truth Seeking Order is a semi-independent organization and will not obey the orders of Clovis Cathedral at all. What will you do if something happens?!"

"So tell me, what were you trying to do with your nonsense?!"

Facing the somewhat hysterical Sophia, Anson, who kept smiling throughout the whole process, said nothing and kept his sincere eyes in contact with her until the girl calmed down a little.

"Are you done?"

Anson chuckled and said.

The dark-faced Sophia remained silent, not wanting to talk to a liar at all.

"Alan."

"exist!"

The nervous clerk replied immediately.

"Go out and take a look. Are all the gentlemen in the factory hall still there?" Anson said calmly:

"If they are still there, tell them not to wait and come in for interviews."

"yes!"

After receiving the order, the secretary became excited and rushed out without looking back.

Looking at the door that was knocked open by Allen who was running wildly, the excited girl suddenly showed a thoughtful expression, and then suddenly realized:

"Are you using this method to screen people?!"

Anson said nothing, acquiescing to her guess.

"How much can be filtered out in this way?"

Sophia frowned slightly and sneered at the same time: "This extremely childish threat, as long as you think about it for a moment, it is not difficult to guess that it is just a cover. Even a recent graduate cannot be so simple..."

"Lord Anson Bach, I brought them all in."

Before he finished speaking, the little secretary's voice sounded outside the door again. Dozens of officers walked into the room one after another, and lined up in an eight-by-eight shape in front of the long table according to their height and the rank on each other's shoulders. phalanx.

Sixty-four people, no more, no less.

Sophia's expression completely froze on her face.

The smiling Anson knocked on the table, stood up with his hands behind his back and looked at the officers who had been shortlisted:

"Everyone, congratulations on passing the interview. From today on, everyone is a member of the glorious Storm Group; I know you have a lot to say and ask now, but you can wait until later to discuss it."

"Please leave your resume, or those who don't have a resume can send it over later; after four working days, I will officially announce everyone's positions at the officer meeting."

"Now, as the supreme commander of the Storm Regiment, I, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach, announce to everyone my first order - all disband!"

After the words fell, the officers with different expressions looked at each other in confusion. After confirming that Anson was not joking, they filed out one by one.

In the empty command room, only the secretary and the maid stood awkwardly beside them, as well as Anson with a smile on his face and Sophia with a frozen expression on his face.

The selection of officers for the entire Storm Regiment, a thousand-strong security army, just... ended like this?

"Oh, it's only twelve o'clock now."

Looking at the girl who had not yet recovered from the shock, Anson, who slightly raised the corners of his mouth, took out his pocket watch, "Click!" and opened the watch cover with a sound: "Miss Sophia, I know there is a good cafe nearby. Right on Friedrichstrasse.”

"Before we go back, would you like to go have a cup of coffee together?"

Ahhhhh~ I forgot to update, I forgot to update, I forgot to update! ! ! !