I will be crowned king

"It's so terrible!"

In the pink girl's bedroom, the hysterical little maid expressed her current mood to her master with the most high-pitched aria:

"My lady, fortunately you were not present at the time, otherwise Angelica would not be able to imagine what you would do... What I mean is that Angelica originally thought that you had some misunderstanding about Mr. Anson Bach, or just that I wanted to cause trouble for him...but it was a big mistake!"

"He is just like you said - no, he is even worse than you said. He is a complete bastard, a liar, and a shameless person. This kind of person must be a complete old god!"

"Angelica..."

Sophia looked at her little maid, with a hint of confusion in her sleepy eyes: "What happened?"

"It does not matter!"

Angelica suddenly rushed up, knelt down by the bed, held Sophia's hands, and looked into her eyes firmly: "The important thing is that Angelica completely understands that Miss Sophia, you are the right one." of."

"From now on, your maid will stand unswervingly on your side and fight side by side with you to uncover the ugly face of Mr. Anson Bach - well, and the evidence that he is an Old God sect! "

The little maid pursed her lips tightly, and her determined eyes showed her determination.

Sophia, who had not yet woken up, was silent for a while, and a sneer suddenly appeared on her groggy cheek:

"...So, dear Angelica, you have never been on my side before?"

"Uh..." An embarrassed expression flashed across the little maid's face, and then a bright smile appeared:

"What Angelica means is that she is on your side especially this time."

"snort."

Sophia hummed slightly, slightly expressing her dissatisfaction, but she was thinking about another thing in her mind.

It seems like yesterday's Jiuqiang Street incident happened more than ten days ago.

Even if Sophia wanted to, she couldn't hide such a big thing from her father's eyes, but that wasn't the key.

That night, the father and daughter had a very long conversation.

Luther Franz's words were very gentle, and he was not at all affected by the fact that his lovely daughter did not go to the salon without telling him, but ran to the newspaper building on Old Wall Street and participated in the shootout between the Guards and gangs, and the actions of the trial. There is even a hint of anger.

Just like how he always indulged Sophia and Draco Vertes, "represented" the Franz family in negotiating and cooperating with novelists, and even went to the Black Mage's gathering of the Old Gods to "investigate clues."

He even "requested" the Inquisition in his own name not to forcibly imprison Anson Bach unless there was clear evidence;

But when Sophia saw her father picking up the coffee cup and consoling her with sincere words, she knew that her father was really angry.

Many years ago, when Ludwig Franz made up his mind to join the military, his father once "comforted" his brother in this way.

This finally gave Sophia a sense of crisis - Ludwig was his father's only eldest son, and no matter how much he annoyed his father, he still had the right to inherit the family's legacy and business...but he was different.

She could fully imagine what she would end up with if this situation did not change: a luxurious cocktail party, a "coincidental" encounter, a young and promising nobleman, an enviable marriage, An extremely generous dowry...

Then, say goodbye to the Franz family business forever.

As Ludwig's "replacement", she even knew better than many church deacons what kind of terrifying wealth the Clovis Cathedral held and how much the Franz family, which had been in charge of the church for many years, had grown.

Taking a small amount of money and marrying into a family that can bring benefits to Ludwig in the future... is definitely not the future Sophia Franz planned for herself!

She longed for adventure, longed not to just discuss with those boring people in the salon, but to truly come into contact with the hidden truth, magic, heretical beliefs, and the moments that determined the fate of the world.

But she understands better what will be waiting for her once she loses the protection of her family and her father.

In the Kingdom of Clovis, which prides itself on being fair and open, smoking rooms and the Privy Council are still the domain of men; women who want a serious job can only apply for jobs in domestic companies and spinning factories to avoid losing their jobs because of their gender - for many years She helped her father meet with the union leaders and factory bosses and knew everything about them.

"...So, my lady, what are you going to do next?"

Angelica's timid words made her retract her thoughts. She frowned slightly and subconsciously put her right index finger under her lips.

what to do?

The investigation of the black mage has been completely handed over by his father to the Truth Seeking Order, and Anson Bach is completely under their surveillance, with no room for his own intervention.

Even if he could find any clues, discovering the whereabouts of Draco Wirts and finding evidence that Anson Bach was an Old God sect would only make his father more determined to marry him off.

"You just said...he appointed a large group of his cronies?"

The little maid immediately nodded vigorously:

"The artillery company commander who doesn't understand mathematics, the skirmisher company commander who doesn't know the way, and as for the internal affairs adjutant lady...oh, Angelica simply doesn't know how to describe it. Maybe the mental hospital is the place she should stay."

"By the way, he also made his sister his guard captain - that poor little girl, she is not as tall as the rifle he is carrying!"

The little maid's expression and tone were full of resentment: "A villain who has planted his cronies in such a grand manner and will not let his own sister go in order to embezzle military pay will definitely turn the security army into his cash withdrawal machine!"

"Really, but Ludwig said he captured Thunder Castle in only nineteen days."

"There must be a shady story!" the little maid gritted her teeth and said:

"Perhaps this is a play directed and performed by the Old God Sect so that they can break into the Church of Order; or there may be some unknown situation, such as Thunder Castle is actually an empty city or something like that!"

Looking at the little maid who was even more excited than she was at the beginning, Sophia sighed first, and then the corners of her mouth began to rise involuntarily, and a waxing moon appeared on her beautiful face:

"Hehehe... isn't that great?"

well?

Seeing the sudden change in the girl's expression, the little maid was startled, lowered her head as if she had done something wrong, and cautiously approached: "S-Miss Sophia, you..."

"I figured it out." Sophia said suddenly with a playful expression:

"Dear Angelica, I finally figured it out."

"Have you... figured out... what...?"

stammered the little maid, who was frightened by her.

"The dark side - the one you just reminded me of."

Suddenly the girl lying on the bed let her long hair hang loose, her chin crossed with her palms, and she looked into the eyes of the little maid with burning eyes:

"Anson Bach, Draco Vertes...each of them is good at deceiving people. Lying is as natural to them as breathing. It is not easy to catch them with handles or clues."

"Not to mention, these 'men' have advantages that I don't have; so if I want to defeat them, I can't use their methods."

"I...Sofia Franz...will capture them in my own way!"

"My own way?"

The little maid looked at Sophia carefully.

"boom!"

A gold coin engraved with the Ring of Order bounced into the air. After spinning in the air for a few times, it landed firmly in Sophia's palm.

……………………

After enjoying a dinner of garlic sausage, potato-beef stew and ice-cold Tirpitz rum, a satisfied Anson finally recovered from his breakfast nightmare.

To be honest, the standard meal of the Clovis Kingdom Army is not delicious, and it is even more different from the "family delicacy" cooked by Mrs. Bogner; but as long as Lisa can stop cooking, he really doesn't want it at all. Mind eating these every day.

After enjoying dinner, Anson pushed the dishes to the foot of the table, took the resumes and rosters of the officers from the map table, and started flipping through them while drinking rum.

The entire interview process was successful, and could even be said to be very successful; of the sixty-four officers, three-quarters were fresh graduates, and the remaining quarter were veterans who had served for many years and were stuck without a noble title and therefore could not be promoted.

According to the laws of the Kingdom of Clovis, soldiers without aristocratic blood can generally only reach the rank of lieutenant, and captain is the limit; just like a certain Adjutant Carl Bain who has been a company commander for many years and is always taking the blame and taking the blame.

As for Anson, a "professional officer" who was a minor aristocrat and a military academy graduate, lieutenant colonel was basically his "peak of life" - this was the reason why Ludwig directly quoted this military rank when doing business with him.

It sounds cruel, but in fact the military system of the Kingdom of Clovis can be called "fair" in the entire world of order - in the empire, civilians without knighthoods can never command a company; Yise in the east Your kingdom is even more terrifying. If you are less than a quarter of an elf, you can only be a top soldier for the rest of your life.

Experienced veterans can serve as company commanders. Young people, except for the "connections" arranged by Teacher Erich, can be assigned to serve as the most basic positions such as corps commander, platoon commander, adjutant and chief of internal affairs, responsible for the recruitment of new recruits. Training and daily routine.

In one and a half months at the fastest and three months at the slowest, the officers who have gone through the running-in period and the "hobo recruits" who are gradually recovering from training and diet can allow the Storm Regiment to form the most basic combat effectiveness and achieve perfect order. The intended goals of the church (Party A).

Of course, the premise is that a certain girl must stop causing trouble for herself.

Anson sighed - every time at this time, he wondered why he didn't be ruthless on the Iron Sky and let the chatty novelist be shot to death by the Guards?

"Dong dong dong!"

There was a crisp knock on the door, and the little clerk walked into the command room respectfully and placed the documents in his arms on the table where Anson could reach it with his hand.

"This is the last document that you need to review today, Mr. Anson Bach." Alan Dawn said in a deep voice:

"It also includes your itinerary for tomorrow - during the day it will be the Truth-seeking Club you requested, in the afternoon there will be a military meeting of the Storm Group, and in the evening if you have time, please go to Clovis Cathedral. The Archbishop hopes to see you soon."

"Okay, I understand." Anson chuckled:

"Thank you for your hard work, Alan, you can go home."

"This is all what I should do." The little secretary nodded and left with a smile.

Just as he was approaching the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around:

"Lord Anson Bach."

"Well, is there anything else?"

"That's not true." The little secretary shook his head:

"I'm just curious, why did you deliberately anger Miss Sophia's maid today?"

"Of course, I am very aware of your need to arrange some of your own people in the storm group - including dear Miss Lisa, but as long as you leave this kind of matter to me, I can handle it without leaving any trace. There is no need to let her Didn’t you find it?”

Alan Dawn's expression was very confused: "I'm not against you doing this, but it's not a very wise choice to actively anger Miss Sophia, who controls the Storm Group's budget, isn't it?"

Anson laughed: "You want to know?"

"No, I'm just curious." The little secretary nodded respectfully: "If you don't want to, I can forget this topic immediately."

"It doesn't matter, I can tell you." Anson shrugged pretending to be casual:

"Because they are all members of the Inquisition."

"Ah?!" Allen's eyes widened:

"You, you mean..."

"That's right, they were all sent to monitor me to make sure that I am really not an old god sect." Anson nodded.

"S-So, even Miss Lisa..."

"No, she is not; I just want to keep her with me; after all, I will be monitored by the trial all the time, and it will be inconvenient for her to be alone at home."

Well, that's it, and it definitely has nothing to do with the "delicious breakfast" made by cute little Lisa.

"Then, you deliberately embarrassed them in front of Angelica because..."

"It's nothing, I just want to confirm whether the Church of Order knows about this matter; Oh, and by the way, I also want to let them understand that their job is to monitor me and not to interfere with the Storm Group's affairs."

"That's it, that's it..."

The shocked little clerk looked like he suddenly realized something, and then said angrily:

"Excessive, this is simply too much! You are obviously just an ordinary person who was involved in an accident, but you have to pay such a huge price for something you have never done!"

"As your loyal clerk, I...Alan Dawn will never stand by and watch them do evil, and I will definitely seek justice for you - tell me, Lord Anson Bach, what do you want me to do?" ?!”

"Just forget it's fair."

Looking up at the clerk who was eager to show his loyalty, Anson waved his hand and said, "Just answer me a question."

"Speaking!"

The excited Allen took a step forward, completely prepared to die.

"If, I mean if..." Ansen said quietly:

"If one day, there are differences between the interests of the Order Church or the Franz family, as a former priest and my secretary, which side will you stand on?"

The excited Allen was stunned.

After a long, long time, the little secretary, who seemed to have experienced a battle between heaven and man, raised his head and looked at Anson with very sincere eyes:

"Dear Lord Anson Bach, as your loyal secretary..."

"The meaning of my existence is to avoid that day coming."