I will be crowned king

North of the Kingdom of Clovis, the Turbulent Sea.

The early morning mist covers the blue water, and the calm sea surface is like a clear and transparent mirror, as if you can see the entire underwater world at a glance.

In the drifting fog, a fleet was sailing northward through the waves. The waves that were stirred up were beating against the ship in a very rhythmic manner, leaving traces of waves and foam behind the fleet, which lingered for a long time.

The gentle sea breeze blew open the cabin windows. Although it was already late November, even the city of Clovis in the south was only one step away from the cold winter; but there was not much chill in the endless turbulent sea. , only the comfort mixed with thick water vapor.

Taking advantage of the refreshing sea breeze, the clerk Alan Dawn, who had just woken up and was still wearing pajamas, lay in front of his desk, opened his diary, and prepared to make up for what he owed last night:

"...On the 15th day of the 11th month of the 100th year of the Saint's Calendar, with the cooperation of Brigadier General Taro Cecil, the Storm Division officially set off from North Port and headed for the colony located in Ice Dragon Fjord, Beluga Port.

The high-spirited Lord Anson gave an exciting speech on the deck of the battleship Crown. Unfortunately, no one remembered the content of the speech that day - because in the first five minutes, Lord Anson and two-thirds of the officers all vomited. . "

"...On the 16th, life on the battleship was beyond my imagination. The cabins were spacious and comfortable. The navy sailors' love for cleanliness and tidiness was impressive. The food was also very delicious; if it were not for the limited fresh water supply and Parasites are occasionally found in biscuits, and I even thought I was staying in a high-end hotel in Clovis.

Of course, this is mainly because we are on a battleship and have sufficient supplies and space. I hope Lord Anson will get better as soon as possible. "

"...On the seventeenth day, I vomited."

"...On the 18th, I vomited."

"...On the 19th, I vomited again."

"...On the 20th, Lord Anson's physical condition has improved, and he seems to be gradually adapting to life at sea."

“…on the 21st, I vomited again until I lost consciousness.

It must be admitted that Miss Lisa Bach is really an extraordinary woman. During the period when Mr. Anson was ill, she had been responsible for taking care of his daily life; in addition to cleaning, she even made three meals a day by herself.

However, after seeing the "Patient Love Package" made by Miss Lisa, I admit that I had doubts. This is the culprit that caused the adult to be unconscious all day long..."

"...On the 22nd, at Lord Anson's strong request, Major Carl Bain secretly brought him a bowl of wheat porridge and fried meatballs while Miss Lisa was sleeping. The Lord's body recovered a lot that day. However, in the evening, at Miss Lisa's request, I drank the fish soup cooked by her own hands.

I will never forget the expression on the fish head exposed in the boiling water that night, which looked worse than death. "

"...On the 23rd, your Excellency vomited again, and my suspicions are gradually deepening..."

………………

"Um?!"

Opening his eyes suddenly, Anson suddenly woke up and found that he was lying on the bed, his limbs were weak, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

He just had a nightmare. He dreamed that he was sitting in the living room of Lund Manor. Lisa, covered in blood, walked out of Talia's bedroom, holding a cup of hot coffee with colorful bubbles. and bread smothered in thick “ketchup.”

"Anson, let's have breakfast~"

Unconsciously, Anson took the cup and took a sip. He felt his teeth hit something wet, slippery and elastic. So he curiously put down the cup and looked into the cup. He saw the colorful bubbles. Floating...an eyeball wrapped in black hair.

Sophia Franz's eyes.

"Click!"

The bread covered in "ketchup" suddenly made a sound of cracking bones, and then...

Then Anson woke up.

Looking at Lisa sleeping soundly on the coffee table, with a smile on her face, she was as happy as an angel descending from the sky. Anson, who was exhausted and weak, twitched his throat.

He hesitated for a minute, then got up and put on his coat and coat, then carried the exhausted girl to the bed, took off his military uniform and boots, and covered her with a quilt to prevent her from catching a cold.

After doing all this, Anson stood on tiptoe, carefully pushed the door open, left the room, and followed the corridor outside to the deck.

The turbulent sea in the early morning seemed extremely peaceful. As the morning fog gradually dissipated, the bright sunlight shone unhindered on the deck and the sea. The whole world seemed to be washed by the golden morning light.

If there is anything that is the biggest difference between sea and land, it is the openness, the openness beyond imagination.

This is the rough sea.

As an army officer, Anson's knowledge base on the navy and ocean was very lacking. Basically, it consisted of memories from his previous life and what "former Anson" learned from military academy textbooks. Most of them were improvised after arriving in Beigang.

In his stereotype, the Turbulent Sea should be an extremely dangerous water area just like its name. There are always storms. The waves start at fifty meters high. There are as many bright and dark reefs as the steel needles of an iron maiden. The carnivorous system is dozens of meters high. Sea monsters the size of feet can be seen everywhere...

This is not entirely a random guess on his part... After all, if this were not the case, how could one explain why the World of Order had not discovered the new continent so close to home until the past one or two hundred years?

Because of this idea, Anson felt somewhat "deceived" after sailing for several days; this is not a turbulent sea, this should definitely be called peace...

"You're awake. Are you feeling better?"

Just as Anson was thinking, a naval officer appeared behind him and said with a little surprise.

Similar to Brigadier General Tarot, he wears a black and white navy uniform, a wide-brimmed tricorn hat that is slightly different from the army style, spotless white gloves holding the saber handle at his waist, and his slightly bronzed skin is not rough. , on the contrary, it seems more and more sunny, full of alternative vitality that is different from the countryside and cities.

"It's much stronger than at the beginning, at least I won't faint immediately."

Facing the other party's concerned gaze, the pale Anson forced a smile: "Thank you for your concern, Colonel William Cecil."

The officer in front of him was the captain of the battleship Crown at his feet, the son of Commodore Taro Cecil, and the nominal commander-in-chief of the entire "lease fleet".

According to the rules of the Royal Navy, the captain of a battleship must be at least a commodore, let alone a fleet commander; a colonel, no matter how senior or experienced he is, can only be responsible for commanding a cruiser.

But this time the Storm Division's "request for help" allowed Brigadier General Tarot to see some kind of opportunity - because although the mission itself was on the table, the two parties did not specify the specific name of the leased warship.

Therefore, despite many obstacles, the Commodore forced his own son to become the captain of a battleship as a colonel; although this mission cannot be registered, let alone publicized, within the Navy, whether he actually commanded it A battleship was an extremely important qualification even for generals.

In a sense, the Colonel William Cecil in front of him is even more exaggerated than Rear Admiral Ludwig - after all, the Rear Admiral only served as the commander-in-chief of the levy corps, and this man actually became a former battleship. captain.

Although he is the absolute "second generation" in the naval system, William does not have the same temperament as Ludwig, and he can't even feel the navy's inherent disdain and hostility towards the army.

"You've obviously never been to the beach, let alone been on a boat, and yet you're able to adapt so quickly?" William showed a look of praise:

"Colonel Anson Bach, maybe you might be more suitable to be a navy."

"I sat down once when I was in Hantu, but it didn't last long." Anson responded casually, wanting to skip the topic as soon as possible: "Do you usually get up so early?"

"Of course, going to bed early and getting up early is always a habit that a naval officer must develop; at sea, maintaining good health and cleanliness is a matter of life and death, and there is no room for any carelessness."

William said solemnly, but soon showed a smile: "Speaking of this, would you like to have something to eat together - I mean, if that Miss Lisa hasn't prepared breakfast for you..."

"Then I'm not welcome!"

Anson decisively agreed, feeling infinitely fond of William in his heart.

Breakfast at sea cannot be complicated. Even on a battleship, apart from biscuits, seafood and pickles, there are only drinks.

For some unexplainable reason, under William's confused gaze, Anson resolutely refused the hot coffee and ordered a glass of rum instead.

"Drinking early in the morning, is this some kind of Army-specific tradition?" William asked curiously.

"Yes, and it has a very long history."

Anson, who lied casually, said without changing his expression, and used the Royal Army to shield himself from the gun: "Because the army's drink is light beer brewed from wheat, which can provide the required calories for a day's march."

"oh?!"

William suddenly realized: "Could it be that this is the secret of the Royal Army's invincibility?!"

"Exactly!" Anson continued to talk nonsense:

"When I was in the military academy, I studied skirmishing. I once saw this information - in the first year of the Saints calendar, at the end of the sectarian schism war, in order to prevent a church coalition from going north to attack the empire, Clovis urgently came from the south. The fortress sent a small group of reinforcements to intercept, but fell into the enemy's trap; the brave and fearless Clovis warriors resisted for seven days and seven nights, and were even cut off from the water source, but in the end they persisted until the reinforcements arrived. Guess why? ?”

"Light beer?!"

"Yes, it was the moisture and nutrients provided by light beer that allowed this army to withstand physical exhaustion and attrition, and cooperate with reinforcements to defeat the enemy - and because of this, the army officers and soldiers developed the habit of drinking. .”

"So that's what happened." William nodded matter-of-factly, and even said seriously: "I will consider writing your statement into a report and report it to the Navy Headquarters - don't you have any objections?"

"Of course not. We all serve the Kingdom and His Majesty, and there should be no distinction between each other." Anson waved his hand very generously:

"Let this report be the first bridge to resolve the conflicts between the two sides!"

Well, if this thing finally comes true, immediately arrange for Miss Sophia to purchase several breweries in the grain-producing areas of the northern provinces to help the navy brothers drink light beer with high quality and low price.

Just as Anson's thoughts began to spread to the third floor, a voice that reminded him of his dream suddenly sounded outside the restaurant:

"Anson, let's have breakfast~"