I will be crowned king

“…The first time I went to Northport was in the summer of the seventy-fifth year of the Apostolic Calendar; to be honest, this city, which entrusted all the Clovis people’s fantasies about the sea, left nothing to me who was only six years old at the time. Not exactly a good impression.

She is like a lively and chaotic market, a canvas stained with countless colors and paints, a theater full of laughter and grief at the same time, a miniature world full of representation, reality and magic... .

I must admit that as a child born in the inner city of Clovis, I do have a bit of 'city' pride in me. Although Northport is a prosperous and very welcoming place, I am very fond of the hospitable landlord and his equally hospitable family. From a personal perspective, I'm probably just a nasty kid from the royal capital who exudes a disgusting aura.

The purpose of our family coming here that year was to see Uncle Joseph off.

Unlike me, who was cold and indifferent, Uncle Joseph was a very friendly person to everyone and always had passion in his veins. It was thanks to him selling his small business that my parents finally raised money for my tuition.

So I was very conflicted at the time - I liked Uncle Joseph very much, but if he had not sold his business and given up his decision to adventure in the New World, with our family's financial strength, we would never have been able to attend St. John's Mission College. .

But on the last night of the farewell, Uncle Joseph still took me to visit the pier in North Port.

That's an image I'll never forget.

It was very dark, and the stars in the sky and the endless sea merged into one in the darkness. Standing in front of the pier, I felt like I was standing on the edge of the world, and an invisible panic surrounded me.

I trembled and asked Uncle Joseph, what is on the other side of the sea?

He told me with great expectation that on the other side of the sea... is the new world.

There are vast tracts of wilderness, countless mineral deposits, various ethnic groups, and various beliefs; it is a paradise for adventurers, a paradise full of opportunities and challenges...

We spent the whole night wandering around the beach and almost made Uncle Joseph miss his flight.

Before boarding the boat, he still held me in his arms and pointed to the sea behind him: Look over there, my little Fabian, one day I will drive my own boat to pick you up, and then our whole family can go to the New World. Have a good life!

We stayed with him until we got on the boat, standing on the dock and watching the figure who kept waving to us disappear on the horizon.

That was the last time I saw my uncle Joseph.

In the next two or three years, I successfully enrolled in St. John's Mission College. During this period, I wrote countless letters to Uncle Joseph who had gone to the New World; some were found and detained by my mother, and some were successfully sent out.

But the end result is the same, no news.

When I joined the Guards many years later, I accidentally found such a file, which recorded all the people who went to the New World due to bankruptcy, unemployment, deportation, exile, business, prison escape... in the past sixty years.

Twenty-five percent of them will die or go missing in the first two to three years due to various accidents, including but not limited to murder, severe cold, plague, traffic accidents, disappearances, and skirmishes, and 35 to 4 percent will The 15th National Congress fell into the predicament of hunger, extreme poverty and malnutrition, and barely managed to survive for ten to twenty years.

The remaining 35% or so of the population established new communities and some basic order in the local colony.

As for how many of them can improve their lives, or even achieve their own success... I dare not continue reading, because my reason tells me that it is a very small number.

So to this day, I still firmly believe that Uncle Joseph must have been very successful in the New World, with his own manor, industry and merchant ship, and a family full of descendants; unlike his less successful nephew, who was alone in a small bachelor apartment. Celebrating the New Year's Day of the Centenary of the Saint's Calendar.

There was a very heated meeting at the Guards headquarters tonight, and the superiors seemed to be planning something; but that had nothing to do with me, I just wanted to gain seniority in the Guards so that I could stay in Clovis City.

I heard that a new colleague named David is coming tomorrow, a young and promising guy; I hope I won’t be involved in some of my boss’s ‘plans’ by him, I hope…”

Closing the diary gently, Fabian, wearing only a shirt, left the desk and looked out the window with a somewhat nostalgic look.

Even though it was already late November, the blue dome was still so clear that the gloom of the coming winter could not be seen. The golden sun hung high above, making everything look so dazzling.

This is Beigang, the largest port in Clovis and the second city in the country after the royal capital.

Time goes back to a month ago, when the Stormtrooper was still celebrating the beginning of his "new life" on the "Arctic Storm" steam train. The drunken Stormtrooper got good news and news from a certain "former deputy commander". bad news.

The good news is that the organization has been established. The Storm Division has been officially incorporated into the standing army by the Royal Army, retaining all existing organizations and even having its own station.

The bad news is that the station is in Moby Dick, a colony in the New World.

After completely recovering from their drunken state and confirming to the embarrassed "Commander of the Storm Division" that the information was correct, all the officers and soldiers of the Storm Division launched a small-scale "mutiny" on the train that night.

Colonial...just kidding, what's the difference between this and exile? !

As a levy regiment, they fought bloody battles in Eagle Point City, conquered the vast land east and west, and fought life and death in Yser...the reason was so that they could be organized into the rear and wait to die, instead of suffering in the ice and snow colonies.

What's more, when they arrived at the Royal Court of Yser before the main force of the southern army returned to support and implemented the "Western Revolution" plan, the deputy commander personally promised that they would definitely get the establishment, and if they were lucky, they might even become the royal capital. Of the security forces.

Now that the royal capital is no longer there, it has been replaced by Beluga Port. This would be... By the way, what the hell is Beluga Port? !

The huge gap, especially the fact that the station is far away from Clovis City and is not even a colony in the Old World, has caused unprecedented panic among the Storm Division, and they cannot accept the current result at all.

With the unanimous recommendation of all the soldiers, the commanders of the five infantry regiments, together with the artillery company and the cavalry battalion collectively announced the convening of an emergency military meeting and demanded that the division commander give an explanation immediately.

Seeing these unlucky guys being pushed out, Anson, who also collapsed, could only follow Thalia's prompts the night before and act as a reply reader.

First of all, Beluga Port is not a "ghost place". It is the most important colony of the Kingdom of Clovis in the New World. It is the core area of ​​Ice Dragon Fjord and is a large shipping center and trade center.

Although it has been less than fifty years since its birth, the entire city has begun to take shape, with a permanent population of almost 50,000.

In the New World, this is already one of the top "big cities".

Secondly, they were not sent there casually this time, but set out with the Royal Fleet, without having to worry about any safety issues; with the gunboats and cruisers around, no blind pirates dared to attack them.

As for exile, there is no such thing. It is just that the establishment of the Storm Division has been confirmed. It will be the garrison of Beluga Port in the future. Officers and soldiers should still be promoted, and those who should be retired, their benefits and salaries will be the same. It is the standard of the garrison, and there is no "stay until death" problem.

The last issue is also the issue that the Storm Division is most concerned about - the New World is very safe, and the combat effectiveness of the local indigenous people is very low, which is more in line with the definition of "stinky fish and rotten shrimp" than the Hantu army.

All in all, don’t spread rumors if you don’t believe them, let alone speculate about the missions sent by your superiors; having the opportunity to fight for the kingdom and the Osterian royal family is a blessing for all the officers and soldiers of the Storm Division...

Under Anson's "self-hypnosis" persuasion, or under the threat of Lisa's gun, the sensible representatives quickly understood the situation and spent a whole day with the little secretary to write it. announcement, and began a carriage-by-car-car propaganda to explain the truth to the soldiers.

So this "mutiny" that lasted for a whole day was put down in less than three hours.

The reason is also very simple, no one wants to rebel.

The Storm Division who had just finished the Hantu War, from the division commander Anson down to the lowest-level soldiers, everyone made a lot of money and their pockets were full. There was still more than 100,000 "public funds" in the church's bank. "; Unless you are forced to have no other choice, who is willing to risk your life at such a time?

After receiving the exact guarantee, they decisively accepted the result with a huge gap just like Anson before.

Accompanied by the whistle of the steam train and sighs of resignation, the stormtroopers aboard the "Arctic Storm" arrived at North Port.

They will set out from this port, take the battleship of the royal fleet, cross the rough sea that is said to be full of rocks and storms, and head to the Ice Dragon Fjord.

Looking at the city in front of him that carries so many memories of his childhood, the former Guards officer couldn't help but sigh, staring at the distant horizon with his deep eyes.

Just when he was about to go out for a walk before setting off, there was a sudden knock on the door behind him.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and the little clerk carrying a black leather bag appeared in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency Fabian." Even though the two of them were already very familiar with each other, the little secretary still saluted him:

"I shouldn't have disturbed your rest, right?"

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency Alan Dawn." Glancing at the scenery outside the window, Fabian casually said:

"No, I just... forget it, what's the matter?"

"Yes, I need your help." The little secretary nodded seriously:

"Have you been to Beigang before?"

"...I came here once, but that was a long time ago." Fabian frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"I am purchasing military supplies before departure... You know, we only brought a very small amount of necessities when we set off, and they were basically all used up on the way." The little secretary said seriously:

"Originally, I planned to purchase directly from the market, but the prices in Beigang are too expensive. The price of bread is actually 30% more than that in Clovis City. Dairy products and meat products are even more expensive than Clovis City. Times!"

Of course, Beigang is a port city, and there are not many farmlands and manors... Fabian nodded slightly: "Then what?"

"So I went directly to the city hall, walked into the lobby, and told the clerk responsible for receiving me that I was the secretary of Storm Division Commander Anson Bach and needed to transfer some of the city's military supplies." The young clerk recalled:

"And... they laughed."

"The whole crowd laughed."

I think so... Looking at Alan Dawn, who was still no taller than the table, Fabian's expression became serious:

"It's just so confusing."

"That's right, I think so too. I really don't understand why they are laughing." The little secretary agreed deeply:

"One young female receptionist in particular - more accurately, most likely a young lady of high status - seemed very interested in knowing the names of my father and mother, and at the same time very much welcomed me into her home. "

"Then did you go?" Fabian suddenly became curious.

"Of course not, I have a heavy responsibility on my shoulders!" the little secretary said seriously:

"I pointed out to them that their behavior seriously violated the standards of hospitality for military administrators stipulated in Regulation No. 5, Article 3 of the "Regulations on the Rights and Responsibilities of Administrative Units and Clerks" of the 62nd year of the Apostolic Calendar. Regulation No. 6, which has been reaffirmed for sixty-five years, and all the rights granted to me by Article 3 of Regulation No. 2!"

"She seemed to realize her mistake immediately, but quickly pointed out that it was based on Ordinance No. 2, No. 7 of the "Regulations on the Rules of Councils at All Levels" published in the year 80 A.D. and revised in the year 92 A.D. , the Beigang City Council, the government, the church, and the courts all have the right to refuse me any legal or illegal rights that I have!"

"It's a pity that she seems to be right." The little clerk sighed.

"Did she really say that?"

Fabian blinked.

"No." The little clerk shook his head: "She said that the mayor of Beigang got off work early today to celebrate her daughter's birthday, and asked me to come tomorrow - by the way, she is the daughter of the mayor of Beigang."

"I think so." Fabian nodded:

"Then what do you need me to do?"

"She gave me her home address, and I think I can try harder tonight." The little clerk handed him a note: "I think if I could clarify the "Regulations on the Rights and Responsibilities of Administrative Units and Clerks" to her father in person, , the mayor of Beigang will definitely not refuse."

"I said, I only came here once when I was very young." Fabian shook his head: "You can just go by yourself."

"There may be a ceremonial reception during the period. I am not underage and cannot drink."

"They can tell and won't force you to drink."

"The party is at night and I'm afraid of the dark."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Satisfied, Fabian accepted the "invitation" from the little clerk. Just as the two were about to go out, he suddenly remembered something: "By the way...why did you come to me?"

"Because Lord Anson Bach and Chief of Staff Karl are out."

"Everyone is out?"

"Yes, I went to discuss the ship with the Royal Fleet."

Fabian was stunned for a moment:

"Run to get on the ship... Our teacher, when did you become so brave?"