I will be crowned king

With Carl Bain's eccentricity and infinite white eyes, Ansem and Thalia - and of course Lisa - were escorted by the guard company the next morning, preparing to seize the opportunity before the remnants of the liberals and the remnants of the Gray Dove Castle. The local envoys returned to Beluga Port before arriving and made some preparations in advance.

For a long time, Anson actually didn't understand this kind of behavior. Since it was fake, it would only be a matter of time before it was exposed. It was a waste of time and not very meaningful.

But now, he has a new understanding of the matter: the reason why those people's disguises were exposed was mainly because they missed the point.

But he is different. His preparations and plans are always perfect.

Whether you are dealing with inspections or receiving distinguished guests, the core focus of preparation (forgery) is never to whitewash, but to pay attention; you must use a set of processes that can be integrated with the other party, and full of ritual standards to let the other party feel that you care about him. It's very important.

As long as this can be done, cost is never the most critical; handing the other person a cup of iced herbal tea when they are thirsty is definitely better than piping hot high-quality Hantu coffee.

Of course, everyone has different personalities, and the rules may not apply all the time; but in any case, waiting in advance is definitely necessary; especially the remnants of the liberal faction of Gray Pigeon Castle, if you want them to be willing to work for the storm...for Clovis In the battle, even if it is the side that offers help, Anson must show that he values ​​them enough.

Furthermore, it is necessary to mobilize the Promise Keepers League and the newspapers in Beluga Port as soon as possible, and take advantage of the opportunity of the return of the representatives of the various colonial parliaments who have agreed to Anson's request to start infiltrating into the cities and regions to which they belong, without giving the other party any chance to regret or think. time.

Once they have the idea of ​​"we need to have our own faith organization" or "we need to have our own local newspaper" and only allow Beluga Port to "teach advanced experience", then things will not be easy to handle. Whether it is the greatest common denominator to unite the new world or to manipulate public opinion, the effect will be greatly reduced.

At the moment, I can still rely on my military strength to absolutely crush them all and get everyone to accept my ideas; but no matter how big the size of Beluga Port is to penetrate all the imperial colonies, it is still essentially a "snake swallowing the elephant" ” behavior, the window of opportunity is so narrow, and once missed, it is missed forever.

In Hantu, the storm master is just a passer-by. In addition to thinking about how to achieve financial freedom as soon as possible, there is no need to worry about anything else. There is a lot of room for detours.

But this time in the new world, his core goal is to establish a solid enough foundation for rule, a country or at least an alliance that can actually be used by him. That is, no opportunity can be easily let go, and every step must be followed. The plan goes well.

It is precisely because of this that he increasingly feels that he is unable to do anything, and must start to delegate some very important tasks to others; first of all, of course, the core decision-making circle around him, followed closely by the Storm Division, which is called the officer corps, but is actually a small shareholder. middle-level commanders, and finally middle- and low-level officers...

Therefore, he asked Fabian to be responsible for purging the loyalists, and then asked Carl Bain to be responsible for carving up the industry in Long Lake Town; the former is a professional counterpart, and the latter has many years of experience in taking the blame and "collaborating" with his subordinates. In terms of winning people's hearts, It will make you become friends with him involuntarily.

It was just now that Ansen felt more and more that having a group of "own people" was a very important thing, and that he really needed an ally in the country who could cooperate with him.

In the slightly swaying carriage, Anson gently patted Lisa, who was sleeping soundly on his lap, and looked at Thalia beside him, who was concentrating on reading the notes of Saint Isaac and wanting to communicate with him from time to time. Anson decisively put " Do you want to write another letter to Sophia Franz?" This thought came to the bottom of my heart.

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The cabin of the cruiser "Believer" in rough seas.

The pale-faced Karin Jacques slumped on the bed, feebly moving his almost soaked head, trying to open his eyes to look at the endless sea outside the small window, with no trace of life in his eyes.

After more than half a month of sailing, this was basically his state at all times from morning to night.

He was excited for a while in the first few days after boarding the ship. After all, a cruiser is safer than an ordinary merchant ship anyway; and the immigration company's ability to use warships is enough to prove its naval background, and there is a high probability that there is no need to worry about it. What kind of "black ship" kidnapped passengers?

And even though it belongs to the Royal Navy, the food on the ship is not bad, and can even be said to be of a very high level - in the first few days, they, the passengers, can even eat fresh carrots and cabbage, and after three days, it is divided into one meal every two days. Served with pickles or kimchi.

There is even an unlimited supply of staple food such as meat dishes, biscuits or hard bread, and there are also two choices of drinks: rum and wine. Although it is not high-end wine, it is definitely enough to replace drinking water and supplement nutrition.

The captain, crew and sailors at the helm... although wearing very ordinary attire, it can still be seen that they are definitely soldiers of the Royal Navy; they are experienced and extremely efficient, with almost no flaws except a bad temper.

But this excitement only lasted until the last day of the first week.

Muddy air, crowded cabins, damp decks, never-ending silence... Although it can be seen that the immigration company has tried its best to make the passengers' stay as comfortable as possible, this does not change that it is a warship and not a "passenger transport". "Merchant Ship" is not inherently designed for comfort.

In order to carry more passengers, they converted part of the cargo warehouse into accommodation cabins. The decks that divided the cabins could not even be sealed, not to mention soundproofed. Each cabin accommodated four people. Excluding beds and luggage, there was not even room for a foot. .

What, can you go out on the deck and get some fresh air?

Then you have to go through a dark and crowded cabin, with countless angry sailors and passengers who have the same idea, fighting in a corridor so narrow that you can only pass half of your body sideways.

After enjoying the comfortable sea breeze for less than five minutes, he was rushed back to the cabin by the bosun or the second and third mates, blocking the way for the next person.

Being locked in a cabin that is so small that it is less than five square meters, plus the ship itself is always rocking and the scenery never changes (at least that's what it seems), one day is novelty, one week is adaptation, and half a month is life. Better to die.

Of course, in a sense, this is already good. At least there are five square meters of free space, two meals a day and scenery (although it is really monotonous). In comparison, the place where a novelist stays is the real place. Purgatory on earth.

Because of the "great achievements" he had committed in Beigang, the entire navy was deeply impressed by the man who prevented the "Independence of Beigang" and did not dare to board the ship as a passenger. Instead, he became the lowest-level shipman in civilian clothes. It’s “cleaning the decks.”

And it's the deepest deck in the cabin.

After seeing Draco's working environment with his own eyes, senior trainee priest Karin Jacques believed that if there really was a place set up by the Circle of Order to punish sinners in this world, it should be similar to this.

The advantage is not without - living in this ghost place for a month or two, no one can threaten him with "go to hell" anymore.

The corners of Karin Jacques' mouth raised slightly... Although it was not a good thing to do, it was true that only when he thought that the novelist was worse off than himself, could he feel a little happiness in the boring and monotonous life at sea.

It would be even more wonderful if this guy could be further recognized and then work as a boatman all his life until he is rickety in his fifties or sixties and frozen into a large popsicle alone in the winter wind of Beluga Harbor. .

The black-robed priest was very sure that if he really did this, there would be many people who would thank him - such as himself.

Thinking of this, Karin Jacques slowly moved his head and looked desperately out of the narrow window that was half blocked by a partition. He looked out at the endless sea outside, from the waves that jumped up from time to time, the almost unchanged clouds and the occasional Looking for boring and monotonous happiness among the schools of fish that appear.

Just when he thought that his life would continue to be boring, a small light suddenly flickered faintly at the end of the distant horizon.

At first he thought it was because he was dazzled, but soon, this inconspicuous "light" began to move on the horizon, revealing more and more upwards like a whale emerging from the water.

The small "light" began to turn into a sail that was raised in the wind under the clear sky.

Huge sail.

"Um?"

Karin Jacques raised his eyebrows, struggled on the bed and looked towards the window; the creaking noise caused a protest from the lower bunk, and he kicked the bed board with "bang bang bang!"

"That's... a warship?"

The black-robed priest was stunned, ignoring the "roommate" below who was still kicking the bed board "Bang bang!", desperately pressed against the half window, and tried hard to open his bloodshot eyes.

In the endless sea, the outline of the battleship gradually became clear. Although it looked only as big as a toy from a distance, Karin Jacques, who had done some research on the navy, could already figure out through her general appearance. What kind of ship is it?

A battleship...that's a battleship!

And it’s an imperial battleship!

Although the Clovis Navy is almost the same as the Empire (especially the Grand Duchy of Adlan), due to the gap in national strength, the two sides actually have certain differences in their concepts of shipbuilding technology.

Clovis's warships put more emphasis on range and speed, and the hulls are slender and more compact. On the premise of ensuring cabin and deck space, they try not to put too many burdens on the ships that affect their flexibility, even for battleships.

The Imperial Navy pays more attention to firepower and the sturdiness of the hull. It is keen to build larger ships and add more gun ports to the sides of the ship. There is no concept of Clovis' "main gun". The crew of each ship The number is almost the same as Clovis.

However, this professional knowledge is completely meaningless to amateurs like Karin Jacques. In his opinion, the problem is actually very simple - the empire has a lot of money, so as long as it is an exaggeratedly large warship, it must be the Imperial Navy!

Why did the empire's battleships run to the east of the Turbulent Sea... And if there are battleships, there must be affiliated fleets around them. With the empire's wealth, the number of frigates alone will not be less than double digits... How did they escape the Clovis family? The fleet's patrol came to this route? !

Just when the black-robed priest was so surprised that he could not speak, another huge ship slowly sailed into his sight on the east side of the horizon not far away.

The black and red flag of King Clovis hung high on the side of the ship, piercing the sea and fluttering in the wind.

This time Karin Jacques finally saw it clearly - that was the pride of the Clovis Navy, the Crown!

Shouldn't she be waiting for retirement at the military port in Beigang? How could she come so close to the New World? !

Before the black-robed priest could close his jaw, which was almost dislocated in shock, he saw that the Crown, which was sailing downwind to the northeast, suddenly began to adjust its sails and at the same time change its course to the east.

Looking from the window, the two behemoths were almost parallel on the sea, and both seemed to be trying to move forward at full speed.

No way? Could it be that this is...

"boom!"

The sudden breaking of the door suddenly startled the black-robed priest. He turned around suddenly and found his brother David holding the drawing board, desperately trying to squeeze in.

"Karin, have you seen the two ships outside? That picture is really beautiful; I can guarantee that the landscape painting this time will not be like the one on the train before, it is just an artistic creation... there will definitely be someone willing to spend a lot of money. Buy this painting from me!”

David Jacques, who was sweating profusely, squeezed excitedly to the black-robed priest's bedside and stretched out his right hand to his stunned brother: "To make a long story short, can you give me my paint - I remember it was in your luggage." It’s in the box!”

"I……"

Staring at his brother's outstretched hand, the black-robed priest hesitated to speak, and suddenly didn't know what to say more appropriately.

Just as he was about to teach David a lesson not to cause trouble as he had done before, out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught sight of several colorful swallow-tail flags suddenly raised on the side of the Crown in the distance.

Judging from Karin Jacques's extremely amateur naval knowledge, this should be the battleship Crown sending signals to surrounding ships, notifying its position and conveying combat instructions.

As for what the combat order is, this is...

The black-robed priest, who was trying hard to recall his meager knowledge, suddenly felt that the whole world began to spin, and the picture in the window in front of him quickly slid to the right.

The originally noisy cabin suddenly became a mess, suitcases rolled back and forth on the wet deck, and the fragile partitions and bed boards began to "creep" under the load; David Jacques, who had been full of excitement just now, was even more excited. He hit the support of the double bed and landed on the ground with his mouth raised and his head raised.

The violent shaking also made the originally drowsy black-robed priest wake up a little, and finally remembered the meaning of the flag of the Crown.

She is summoning the surrounding ships, intending to encircle and destroy the empire's battleships!

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