I will be crowned king

It was another foggy morning, and Clovis City never seemed to have any good weather in winter; on this day shrouded in dark clouds, the snowflakes flying in the sky could no longer bring any joy.

In the room at No. 55 Boleman Street, which is separated from the harsh winter by a wall, Anson is sitting in the living room with a warm fireplace, enjoying a sumptuous breakfast with "pleasure".

With an expressionless face, he sat at the dining table, with a stiff smile mixed with fatigue, and looked at a petite figure who was shuttling back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, extremely busy.

Wearing a slightly oversized knitted white dress and a pink apron, paired with a pair of red high heels full of "dross thoughts", the delicate and lovely Lisa was as cheerful as a dancing butterfly, coming from the kitchen that had been shrouded in black smoke. Meals she prepared with all her heart.

A cup of hot coffee, cheese, oatmeal, eggs, bacon and half a baked apple; combined, these are the breakfast belonging to the proud "middle class" of Clovis people - no one knows whether it is true, anyway, newspapers and blogs That's what Mrs. Gurner said.

Gently scoop up the boiled eggs on the plate with a spoon. The thoroughly boiled egg whites and egg yolks have been mixed together, turning into a shapeless milky white liquid. I don't know how to eat it.

Anson smiled without changing his expression, took a whole piece of oatmeal bread from the side, and spread the "egg liquid" evenly on the surface of the bread that had turned into char and was still emitting sparks.

The first thing that came into contact with the tip of his tongue was the lubrication of eggs and the fragrance of boiled water. The unique taste made Anson smile - he didn't even need to close his eyes to imagine the little girl scratching her head in front of the stove, completely unaware. How to fish out the battered eggs is so cute.

When the lips and teeth touched, the bread mixed with oatmeal grains followed closely; the fragrance of wheat and oatmeal were all evaporated in the blazing fire lit by the innocent girl; only the hard mummy was left, in his teeth. There was a "crunching" sound.

But all this has not yet reached the ultimate peak - the crumpled baked apple with only its core left, opened Anson's taste buds like a blooming flower, making him extremely moved and carefully enjoying the only residue left in the sea of ​​fire. , chargrilled bacon soaked in a dollop of cheese sauce.

Every chew, every swallow, every aftertaste... it was an unprecedented experience, full of extraordinary excitement and excitement. Anson's face became stiff with excitement, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.

Use all your strength to swallow the last small piece of apple core from your throat, and pick up the cold and muddy hand-ground coffee - or cold water brewed coffee powder - when the thick black liquid finally flows in without a drop left. As he warmed his throat, Anson's eyes were filled with tears of excitement as if he had ascended to heaven.

It was... the happiness of complete relief - temporary relief.

“It’s delicious, beyond imagination.”

Looking at Lisa standing at the dining table holding a tray with a face filled with anticipation, Anson, with a sincere expression, praised without hesitation: "I have lived for so many years, and I have never eaten anything so delicious!"

"real?"

"Of course it's true, why do you ask that?"

"Because...because this is Lisa's first time, and she hasn't tasted it yet..."

"Oh! You don't need to taste it. Just believe me. Do you think I will lie to you?"

"Then, Anson will never drive Lisa away again, right?"

"Of course not. Why should I drive away Lisa, who is so capable and obedient?"

The excited little girl's face flushed, and her emerald green eyes shone with shyness: "In this case, Lisa will do it to Anson every day from now on..."

"No--!!!!"

Anson, whose expression changed with shock, immediately refused, and the smile on his face became stiffer and stiffer: "No, no need!"

"Why?" Lisa tilted her head.

"Because, because..." Anson's eyes flashed crazily with a sincere face:

"This, this is mainly because... uh... I want to say... actually... um... you may not have time to do this in the future!"

"Do not have time?"

Lisa, who looked confused, suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and said sadly and aggrievedly: "Anson... still want Lisa to go to school?"

"Of course not." The smiling Anson denied decisively, and quietly hid the admission notice in his sleeve with his right hand:

"The reason why I don't have time is... I have a surprise for our dear little Lisa!"

"surprise?"

Lisa looked even more confused.

"Yes, surprise!" Anson nodded vigorously and took out the pure silver Inquisitor pocket watch from his pocket. The hands on the exquisite transparent dial had reached 10:35.

The girl holding the tray noticed this detail very keenly: "Is Anson going out now?"

"That's right." Anson suddenly smiled mysteriously: "So, dear little Lisa, it's time for you to change clothes - we have to go on a long trip."

"Hey, Lisa is going too?!"

……………………

Whitehall Street, where the Stormtroopers are stationed, outside the gate of the abandoned factory.

Looking at the strange expression on Anson Bach's face, the little maid standing alone in the wasteland, covered in snow, sighed softly, and even her usual smile became a little stiff.

"...Dear Angelica, I know this is very difficult for you, but today is really, really critical - that damn liar tricked us last time, and today is the deadline for formal appointment as a formal officer; if If we want to catch him, we only have this chance!"

"...But you know, after what happened at Old Wall Street last time, my father Luther has become more and more strict on me. If I leave without saying goodbye, he will definitely..."

"...In short, you don't need to interfere in the entire appointment process, just sit quietly and watch; this damn liar must be very proud now, and will definitely appoint a large number of incompetent people who are in name only, allowing him to easily control the power of the entire Storm Group ——You just need to watch his performance quietly from the side, and then remember the names of those people..."

Recalling Sophia Franz's instructions in her mind, the little maid sighed helplessly again. She remained silent amid a few pairs of strange eyes and followed Anson closely, walking towards the dilapidated gate.

After several days of urgent work, the entire abandoned factory - the Storm Regiment's station has begun to take shape, looking a little like a military camp.

Although even with the financial resources of the Church of Order, it is impossible to transform an abandoned factory into a military fortress overnight; it is still possible to just level the land, repair gas and water pipes, and build some simple fortifications along the way:

In the four corners of the factory, the original weeds have disappeared, replaced by four wooden sentry towers rising from the ground. Several workers are surrounding the bottom of the sentry tower, preparing to build semi-permanent stone structures next to the sentry tower. tower.

Around the sentry tower, a group of new recruits, led by their instructors, had begun to perform the most basic exercises - more than 800 soldiers with yellow faces and skinny muscles who had just left the welfare home were carrying brand-new Leopold breech-loaded flintlock rifles. Running circles around the sentry tower amidst the angry roars of the instructors.

Almost all the time, there are unlucky ones left behind, wailing miserably under the fearful eyes of the angry stickers and companions.

Angelica had no interest in why Anson specifically requested that all soldiers be equipped with breech-loading guns, or in the officers' harsh and cruel training methods. What really concerned the little maid was the unadorned gray military uniforms worn by these soldiers.

In her impression, both the regular army and the mercenaries of the security company try to make their military uniforms as eye-catching as possible. Only in this way can the army look powerful enough to deter the enemies and rioters. —Where is the army that sends soldiers to the battlefield wearing only shirts and gray coats?

Could it be that...this man even embezzled the money for printing and dyeing military uniforms? !

With a suspicion full of malice, the little maid followed Anson and walked towards the factory building - the garrison building; two six-pound cannons, four three-pound cannons, four one-pound cannons and two howitzers, A total of twelve artillery pieces were arranged on both sides, forming a "long corridor" outside the gate.

Because the war on the front line was tight, there were not many qualified cavalry in the entire Clovis city, and the Ansons they could find could never be hired. Therefore, all the budget left for the cavalry was replaced with artillery and heavy four-wheeled carriages, and the formation of A division-level artillery battery.

Angelica didn't understand at all, what use were these heavy and slow artillery pieces in the city?

But Sophia didn't give any instructions, so the little maid didn't pay much attention.

Following Anson to the door of the command room, Angelica was a little surprised that apart from the little secretary, not even the little girl who came in the same carriage as Anson went in; there were only two of them in the empty room. .

He...shouldn't take revenge on himself because of Miss Sophia, right?

Just when the little maid couldn't help but think wildly, a knock on the door came from outside the command room.

"Please come in."

After clearing his throat slightly, Anson said solemnly.

Angelica turned her head and opened the door. A middle-aged man wearing a heavy coat and a black bowler hat walked in. He had a pair of deep-set eye sockets and a slightly droopy cheek that looked a little depressed.

"Good afternoon, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach." The frustrated middle-aged man took off his hat, revealing a head of messy and graying brown hair, and sat in front of Anson:

"My name is Lawrence Bernat, an army captain, from the artillery department."

"Oh, you are actually an artilleryman?" Anson's eyes lit up: "That's great, our army is lacking an artillery commander - how much experience do you have in this field?"

"No experience." Lawrence smiled gently:

"In fact, it's the first time I've seen real artillery since I came here today. It looks really impressive."

Angelica: "?!"

"Really?" Anson nodded as if he didn't hear anything:

"So how are your math scores? An artillery officer needs good math, especially geometry - given that one side of a right triangle is 3 and one side is 4. What is the length of the third side?"

"7." Lawrence replied without hesitation.

"Good answer!" Anson stood up immediately and held Lawrence's right hand firmly:

"From today on, you will be the artillery commander of our Storm Regiment - when you go out, please remember to call the next person in."

"no problem."

The little maid, whose eyes were widened in shock, watched the smiling Lawrence Bernat turn and leave; before she could say anything, the second person had already walked in.

This is a woman with a very slender figure, with thick long hair that makes the little maid jealous just by looking at her. Her expression is as cold as an iceberg, making it impossible to imagine how charming she would be when she smiles.

"Sierra Vigil, Army Lieutenant." The indifferent female officer sat down in her seat and stared into Anson's eyes silently:

"I would like to serve as house adjutant of the Stormtroopers."

The female officer who came from the Internal Affairs Department was a little strange, but at least she was more normal than before... The frightened little maid nodded and stared motionlessly at the female officer's beautiful back.

"A qualified adjutant of the internal affairs needs to know everything about the army, and must speak strictly." Anson chuckled and said:

"Lieutenant Serra, please tell me what you noticed from the moment you walked in the door to my office?"

"Nothing." Sierra said expressionlessly.

"Oh, Lieutenant Serra, you didn't see anything in the barracks?"

"No, this is not a military camp, let alone Whitehall Street, and there is no organization called the Storm Regiment." Sierra said coldly:

"Even Sera Vigil does not exist. There is nothing here."

"But we all saw you."

"I deny it. You saw nothing and heard nothing." Sera said without changing his expression: "I, the military camp, Whitehall Street, the storm group... are all just your fantasy. You are living in your own dream."

"..." Angelica.

"Congratulations, Lieutenant Serra!" Anson's face showed a satisfied smile:

"From now on, you are our adjutant of internal affairs - remember to call the next person when you go out."

Sierra stood up without saying a word, turned around and left as if sleepwalking.

Watching the female officer leave, Anson turned his head and was about to say something to the little maid when a cheerful voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Oh, is it my turn so soon?!"

The two of them looked up at the same time. A young man with a happy face rushed into the room. Before Anson could speak, he sat directly in front of him and introduced himself loudly:

"My name is Cole Dorian, captain of the Army Skirmisher Division, and I'm here today to apply for the position of skirmisher company commander!"

"Very good. What our army lacks the most right now is an excellent skirmisher commander!" The excited Anson immediately hugged his shoulders and looked into Cole's eyes:

"Captain Cole Dorian, as the reconnaissance and forerunner of the entire regiment, the skirmisher company commander needs to know the battlefield he is responsible for - tell me, what is the fastest way from Old Wall Street to Red Brick Street? !”

"Find a taxi driver!" Cole said with a hearty smile: "Every one of them knows the road!"

"Snapped!"

The little maid slapped her face.

"You are exactly the talent we are in urgent need of!" Anson raised the corner of his mouth and patted Cole's shoulder hard:

"From now on, I officially appoint you as the commander of the First Skirmisher Company - remember to call the people outside the door when you go out."

"okay!"

Cole Dorian jumped up from his chair and ran out of the door happily.

After a while, a little girl wearing a gray military uniform and carrying a Borni rifle walked in from the door, staring with big shining eyes:

"Anson?"

"Lisa, tell them all to take a thirty-minute break." Anson took out his pocket watch from his pocket and smiled slightly: "Let Alan Dawn prepare lunch, and then continue the interview in thirty minutes."

"yes!"

Lisa saluted him with a straight face, turned around and left quickly with her rifle on her back.

Anson nodded, and when he was about to get up, he saw the little maid looking stunned, staring at him as if she had ten thousand questions to ask.

So he smiled slightly and said in a slightly embarrassed tone:

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you, her name is Lisa Bach."

"It's my captain of the guard."