I will be crowned king

On March 27, 101 Apostolic Calendar, a storm without warning struck Sail City.

Lead-gray dark clouds shrouded the entire city, and pouring rain poured down, washing the entire city continuously; above the dull dome, you could still faintly hear the looming thunder, and saw the pale white light shining on the clouds. Flashing and extinguishing in between.

The streets, which were flooded by rainwater and were almost knee-deep in water, were already deserted. Shops and workshops had also closed their doors. Only pubs and wealthy areas in the city were still brightly lit, adding a touch of light to the Sail City that was oppressed by the heavy rain. Split vitality.

The residents living in Sailing City have long been accustomed to the unpredictable weather here, and try to find a little joy in life; every storm that forces people to stay indoors without warning will become a festival of celebration. Use this opportunity to celebrate while not being able to go out at all.

In the Yangfan City Council in the wealthy area next to it, it was a completely different scene: in the lifeless hall, a hundred members sat motionless on their chairs, with no expressions on their stiff cheeks, as if they were numb. One hundred corpses dressed in luxurious clothing.

Only when there is occasional thunder outside, or the lights above them shake slightly, will these breathing "corpses" react, with a hint of panic in their slightly trembling pupils.

As Bernard Morvais defeated the rebels in Sailing City, the entire colonial parliament was almost always under the panic of "when will it be purged" and "is about to be purged", as if there would be a team of fully-armed soldiers anytime and anywhere. Armed soldiers stormed the parliament and killed all those who had previously supported or acquiesced in the rebellion.

If it weren't for the fact that the ports and transportation roads were controlled by the Governor of Sail City, more than half of the many local "sages" present here would have packed up their belongings and ran away with their buckets on the day of his triumph.

Unlike Pascal Herred, who was keen on "killing everyone who dares to resist", Bernard Morweis, who came from a distinguished family, worked in the imperial court all year round and often helped his family manage territorial affairs. He was very good at dealing with local snakes. There is a set.

After his successful triumph, he neither accepted the begging for mercy from the Sailing City Council nor really stated whether he wanted to retaliate. However, the imperial army was stationed in the city, with thousands of soldiers divided into three shifts. They conduct "high-intensity patrols" in populated areas, clear the city's central square from time to time, and organize "military exercises" in full view of the public.

This kind of "game" of sending people to the guillotine, but never waiting for the executioner, successfully made the entire parliament deeply experience the pleasure of dying but not dying, and was in trembling fear all the time.

It was not until letters asking for help from Changhu Town began to arrive one after another, and fierce quarrels broke out within the counter-rebellion army over whether to support them, that everyone in the council began to have a vague premonition: the executioner was probably coming soon.

But the implementation situation was completely different from what they expected - the executioner was not coming, but was preparing to run away.

Under the leaden sky, the specially assembled military band stood in the rain against the wind and waves, playing a cheerful welcome area; the red carpet soaked in rain extended from the pier to the outside of the port, with brightly colored flowers on both sides. military flag and golden fleur-de-lis banner.

As the governor of Sailing City, Bernard put on a gorgeous black and white dress and three-cornered hat, with a blue ribbon hanging on his chest. He personally stood in front of the pier and prepared to greet the incoming distinguished guests. He could not hide his excitement. Looking at the battleship "Dragon Tooth" moored in the military port.

Because he will be free soon.

To be honest, although he knew from the beginning that the empire would definitely send a new commander to take over the counter-rebellion army sooner or later, and he was very uncomfortable with it at one time. The result of his hard work in counter-rebellion might eventually change. Be the credit of others.

But as the situation in the New World rebellion became increasingly strange, especially after the Long Lake garrison somehow got water in its head and risked being invaded by the Clovis to harass Red Hand Bay, he became more and more looking forward to their arrival. , was on tenterhooks all day, and finally felt relieved after receiving the exact news.

This troublesome matter that is destined to be blamed can be left in the hands of the next unlucky guy!

The news that Beluga Port wanted to interfere in the conflict between Changhu Town and Red Hand Bay happened nearly ten days ago; according to normal logic, the other party disclosed the information about Chang Lake Town's invasion of Red Hand Bay to prepare for its own future. Find the most suitable reason for sending troops.

This means that even if the new commander sends troops immediately, it will definitely be too late unless Changhu Town can withstand the Clovis siege for more than ten to fifteen days.

With slightly dark thoughts, Bernard even hoped that the new commander would be a strong character like Casper. It would be best to seize power from him from the beginning, or to completely ignore himself—— Once you return to your home country, it will be easier for you to take the blame.

“The imperial envoy—Sir Ed Levent has arrived!”

Accompanied by loud shouts, a middle-aged man with a well-proportioned figure, wearing a red and white military uniform, and sharp eyes walked down the deck accompanied by the guards and walked toward the Governor of Sail City.

Looking at the familiar figure, Bernard's mouth suddenly broke into an awkward smile, but he quickly calmed down his expression and stepped forward enthusiastically:

"Dear Sir Ed Levent, welcome to Sailing City - On behalf of the imperial knights who fought bloody battles in the New World and the local people, I, Bernard Morwes, Governor of Sailing City, would like to express my sincere wishes to you My most sincere greetings, God bless the empire, and long live our emperor!"

"God bless the empire, long live our emperor!"

The middle-aged man known as "Ed Levent" responded immediately. His tense face quickly relaxed and he showed a faint smile: "By the way, there is no need for this kind of dispute between us. Be polite, dear Bernard."

"The necessary procedures still need to be followed. This is politics, my dear cousin Ed." Bernard chuckled and shook his head:

"Only by making it grand enough can the people in the colonies realize your status - don't forget that this is the new world, and the country bumpkins in the colonies don't know the wealthy families of the old world."

"Except Herred and Bernard," Ed Levent added.

Bernard, who felt the same way about this, couldn't help but nodded:

"In addition to Bernard... there is also Hered."

After several months as governor of the colony, Bernard had become increasingly suspicious of the latter's influence in the New World - though he would never say it.

The two people, who were familiar with each other and had not seen each other for many years, chatted for a while in the rain: the Morwes family was very powerful in the commerce and plantation economy in the southern part of the empire. They controlled many tobacco fields and wineries, and relied on the development of gold and silver. The mine maintains a good relationship with the Church of Order and regularly delivers raw materials to the two church mints every year.

The Levent family, from which Ed was born, is the direct bloodline of the "Seven Knights" Knight Stroke. It is also one of the wealthy families in the empire that maintains an excellent relationship with the Church of Order. It rules the wealthy Principality of Cantal and is closely related to Morvi The territory of the Si family is adjacent to each other.

Unlike the Bernard family, Levent's bloodline is very prosperous, and he is keen on using in-laws to expand his power and forge alliances, so that the "Wind Knight" has become one of the most common bloodline forces in the southern border of the empire. Only the Roland family has the largest number. The "Knight of the Holy Grail" is comparable to it.

The prosperous bloodline, the rich territory... these all made the Hered royal family very jealous of Levent of Cantal; especially the close relationship between this family and the church-during the sectarian schism war, the Levent family had a clear-cut peace policy. The Church of Order stood together against the Protectorate Sect supported by the emperor.

With such a dark history, coupled with the influence of the Levent family in the south, Bernard originally thought that the emperor would never send him to the colonies to suppress the rebellion. No matter what, he should be more loyal to the royal family. The Roland family...that way he can feel more at ease when he shirks the blame.

"Okay, let's stop chatting here."

After gently interrupting Ed who was about to continue chatting, Bernard chuckled and said, "Who is the new commander chosen by the emperor this time? Could it be you?"

"How could it be?!" Ed had an exaggerated expression of "Are you kidding me?" and waved his hands at Bernard: "If you want Emperor Herred to appoint a colonial governor named Levent, unless the Pope of the Church of Order Announce in public that His Majesty is the emperor of the entire ordered world."

"No, I'm just here to deliver a message, to express His Majesty's anger towards the leaders of the colonies for their stupidity and incompetence; by the way, I'm here to announce a few new appointments, and then... I should go back and report on my duties as soon as possible."

"Are you anxious?"

"It's not that urgent, but I don't have anything to do here." Ed shrugged: "The Levent family has little power in the new world, and they can't help you at all."

"All right."

Bernard nodded regretfully, but it was not surprising: "Then who is this 'lucky man' who is trusted by the emperor? Can you recommend us...the imperial envoy?"

"No problem." Ed suddenly smiled mysteriously:

"In fact, he was standing right in front of me."

"In front of me? Who? Why didn't I look..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Looking at Ed Levent's meaningful expression, the stunned Bernard raised his right hand and pointed at him tremblingly: "You...you can't...don't mean...that person is...is... Yes Yes Yes……"

"According to my emperor's decree!"

Before the stuttering Bernard could completely come to his senses, Ed, with a smile on his face, said decisively:

"Witnessed by the Ring of Order, Sir Bernard Morvais, Governor of Sailing City, is officially appointed as the Imperial Colonial Administrator and Commander-in-Chief of the New World."

"From the moment of his appointment, Sir Bernard had the authority to administer all administrative and judicial matters in all the colonies, to levy taxes, to raise armies, to appoint and dismiss all offices... and to prosecute anyone he considered to be a threat to the Empire's control of the New World. Force, start a war!”

Having said this, the serious Ed Levent paused for a moment, leaned in front of Bernard and whispered: "Of course, this is only theoretical - unless it is really necessary, even if you want to start a war, it is best to It would be more appropriate to ask His Majesty for instructions first."

Bernard didn't hear what he said at all, and stayed in place motionless.

After a long time, the stunned "colonial minister" finally came back to his senses. He hesitated for a while with slightly trembling lips, and stared at the opposite side with a confused face: "Why?!"

"I have no idea!"

Ed's expression was more confused than him, but it was not for the same reason: "I just received an order to appoint you as the colonial minister on behalf of His Majesty himself, and specially sent a battleship to escort...I guess they thought that letting their friends come, It will make you feel that His Majesty still values ​​you."

"And having said that, with this identity, you can legitimately lead the army to put down the rebellion, govern with confidence and boldness, and get a share of the past taboos of the Bernard family - isn't this a good thing?"

Is this a good thing? !

Bernard's eyes widened for a moment, and he suddenly wanted to know if this could be considered a good thing, then what was his definition of a bad thing?

Of course, Ed is right. This is definitely a good opportunity to carve up the interests of the Bernard family and the royal family in the colonies. In order to put down the rebellion as soon as possible, the emperor will definitely not care about this small sacrifice; and with this "colonial minister" "By laying the foundation, it will be much smoother for me to enter the palace in the future - but only if the damn Clovis people can stay in Beluga Port honestly.

But is this possible? Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

"Okay, then forgive me for asking one more question." Bernard took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart:

"Besides this title and that bunch of 'power', is there anything else that the mainland can give me - such as the army?"

"No, it's impossible." Ed decisively rejected:

"Not to mention that the main force of the empire is confronting Clovis. His Majesty is still desperately gathering new troops, preparing to tear up the agreement with Hantu and fight again, and split it into the Seven Cities Alliance."

"There is no army... What about money, supplies, arms and military pay? We should provide some, right?"

"Well, I really don't want to tell you the truth." Ed's expression couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed:

"But there are none of these, and the national treasury is not very rich this year - but His Majesty has promised that the taxes to be paid this year can be postponed, and the colonial governor's office can take one-tenth of it, which will be counted as this year's royal appropriation... This can be done for The best deal you’ve ever gotten.”

"We don't have an army, we don't have pay, we don't have guns, and we can't exempt ourselves from taxes... Just like this, the empire expects me to recover four rebellious colonies and repel the Clovis invasion with less than 10,000 soldiers?" !" Bernard said with a broken face.

"Did the Clovis invade the empire's colonies?" Ed looked surprised:

"when?!"

"Now!"

Happy Children's Day!