I will be crowned king

"This, this, I have always thought that the deception, extortion, and covert behavior of the Clovis levy regiment was an exaggeration. Compared with the colonial army of the empire, those bastards who plundered young men with free money can be regarded as models. Soldier!"

After listening to the details told by the cavalry lieutenant, Karl was stunned for a full minute before returning to normal. He took a deep breath in disbelief: "Escape and rebel... Even if they can escape Bernard's pursuit, how can they return alive?" Isn’t the mainland going to be settled afterwards?”

"Of course." Anson shrugged and guessed in a very sure tone:

"That is Bernard Morweis, the colonial minister. He must not leave the colony alive, or even reach Sailing City alive!"

Only in this way can the rebellious officers temporarily take control of Sailing City and cut off Bernard, especially some forces still loyal to the empire, from the mainland. They can release various smoke bombs to confuse information or simply complain first, so as to prepare for whatever happens next. It is to completely betray the empire or to gain room to clear the name.

It would be in their best interest to completely destroy the truth and let the Lord Steward take all the blame and then die inexplicably—preferably at the hands of the Clovis.

Karl's face was startled, and he quickly understood Anson's inference: "Do you think this was not a temporary move, but was planned a long time ago?"

"This is only one of the possibilities, but judging from the current situation, the probability should be very high." Anson nodded slightly, but his eyes had already turned to the map:

"From Black Reef Port to Sailing City, you have to avoid the mainland and go around Gray Pigeon Castle... If you are not fully prepared, or absolutely sure of getting support, it would be suicide for an army of three to four thousand people to cross the wilderness like this. Behavior, I don’t want to do anything that the army can do unconsciously.”

"But if you say you have wanted to rebel for a long time, that is not necessarily the case - it is more likely that the officers are colluding with local forces in private. This is something that Clovis is not used to."

Anson vaguely remembered that this imperial army had arrived in the New World before the end of the Hantu War last year, and that Bernard would not be able to take office as governor until the end of November last year at the earliest, and the crowning of the minister was only in March or April. .

In other words, Bernard Morweis was not the original commander of the imperial army. He was most likely "airborne" after some accidents and was not closely related to their interests.

Sir Ed Levent, who died inexplicably on the Green Dragon, also revealed this information: Bernard was almost a "single commander" in Sailing City, and his plan to contact the three countries in the North Sea was because he was forced to do so. , had to take risks to end the rebellion as soon as possible.

As for the collusion between the army and local forces, and the evasion of the chief and local high-level officials... Strictly speaking, Anson is almost doing similar things now. Ice Dragon Fjord, which still hangs the flag of King Clovis, is almost an independent kingdom and has no right to challenge the empire. The traitor sneered.

However, as the chief of staff, Carl Bain was hesitant about how to use the "assist" sent by the enemy's traitor. Logically speaking, Bernard must have no reinforcements anyway, and he should take the opportunity to besiege or even force Gray Pigeon Castle; but in this way; It is very likely that the enemy will notice the abnormality behind them and withdraw their troops early and fight back to Yangfan City.

Although it is definitely a good thing for enemies to kill each other, once Bernard takes control of the situation in Sailing City, they will definitely not be able to control the entire new world before the end of the year. In other words, the original "perfect plan" is quite whimsical...

"Don't think too much, everything will be carried out according to the original plan." Anson waved his hand, trying to dispel the adjutant's concerns:

"As for the rebel army and the liberals in Sailing City, we can just wait and see what happens."

Um?

Looking at someone with an indifferent expression, Karl couldn't believe his ears.

In his impression, the Commander-in-Chief was the type who was very keen on doing things even if he didn't have half a copper to connect with him. How could he really not have any idea about an opportunity like this that was almost delivered to his door?

That is of course impossible.

Anson's wishful thinking is actually very simple: anyway, with the current state of the Storm Division and the Confederacy, even if they want to bulldoze Pigeon Castle and Sail City, they are destined to suffer heavy casualties; instead of doing this kind of deal that is destined to be unprofitable, it is better to hand it over. To certain "enthusiastic collaborators".

For example, the Cressey family.

The other party had vowed to himself at the beginning that as long as he could get the empire's troops to leave Yangfan City, he would be able to give himself an "unexpected surprise."

He has fulfilled his promise as promised, and now it is the other party's turn to express his position; whether the colonial rebellion war can be ended before the end of the year depends on how big a surprise the Cressy family can give.

Of course, if it succeeds, it's great. The goal of completely expelling the imperial forces from the new world is successfully achieved; if it doesn't succeed... at least it eliminates a potential uncontrollable threat, and by the way, it draws the Faithless Knights under its command and forms its own "White Gloves".

An underground information network and underground organizations all over the New World, combined with the branches of major colonial newspapers already controlled by the Rune family, can achieve an absolute information monopoly.

As for the government level, three and a half of the initial five major colonies of the Free Confederacy are puppets controlled by the Loon family and Beluga Port. The only designated religious organization is also controlled. The unestablished Coal Bank is about to monopolize the Confederacy's largest financial resource, and the Confederate Legion is also controlled. Similar to the Storm Division vassal army.

To be honest, it doesn't matter even if the Empire is left with the last fig leaf of Sailing City; unless the Empire really intends to completely abandon the frontal battlefield and move to the new world, it can never think of recovering the five colonies that have been and are about to be lost.

This war that Clovis was originally "almost losing" has moved rapidly towards "winning immediately" under his own control.

If Anson was only pursuing financial freedom at first, now he is able to regard money as dirt; with sufficient security in life, the next step is to consider how to make rapid progress.

To be honest, even based on his achievements so far, Anson feels that he is fully qualified to ask the army and the Osteria royal family for the rank of brigadier general. A twenty-four-year-old brigadier general...

Just when a certain commander-in-chief was starting to have his own whims, the cavalry lieutenant at the door heard the hurried footsteps behind him and turned his head in surprise:

"Miss Thalia Rune, when did you..."

"go out!"

The expressionless girl said indifferently. In the past, she was always elegant and generous, and she didn't even stop to take a look.

Just as the cavalry lieutenant was about to say something, a sudden cardiac arrest suddenly hit him, causing him to cover his chest and freeze in place like a sculpture.

Without any hesitation, Jason Fruhauf turned around and left decisively, resisting the feeling of suffocation. He locked the door with "Bang!" before returning to normal. His forehead with a look of fear was already covered with dense cold sweat.

In the conference room, the originally relaxed and harmonious atmosphere also dropped to freezing point; Carl Bain, who was originally easy-going, simply covered his mouth and curled up on the chair, pretending to be a transparent person.

The stunned Anson quickly showed a solemn expression and took a deep breath:

"problem occurs?"

"Sail City."

Thalia's answer was concise and clear: "There is a very dangerous existence there right now."

"who?"

"Flea Moses Field."

"she?!"

Ansen was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils suddenly shrank: "She is in Sailing City!"

"And it is very likely that she has been involved in the turmoil in Sailing City." Thalia nodded slightly, her face as dark as water:

"Now that the forces there, either overt or covert, have discovered her existence, it seems that Freya's true identity is still unknown. She is only thought to be an ordinary elf spellcaster... but there has been information and bounties about her."

Bounty?

The corner of Anson's mouth twitched. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little pity for the guys from Sail City.

Although he has only met her once, he is very clear about Freya's strength - without Louis Bernard's active participation and Thalia who possessed Lisa in time, who would have come back alive during the night in the Royal Court of Israel , very few.

Wait, since Freya appears in Sailing City, that means...

"Louis Bernard." Sensing Anson's flash of inspiration, Thalia spoke slowly:

"Although it cannot be confirmed, the intelligence reported by Karin Jacques mentioned that Bernard Morvais had visited Freya's 'hermitage' chapel many times, and there was indeed a young knight beside her. "

"Dear Anson, I remember that the two of them should know each other, right?"

"That's right."

"Then the Faithless Knights and the Crecy family behind them cannot possibly not know this." Thalia narrowed her eyes slightly, her petite body exuding a piercing killing intent:

"Knowing this, they still use the power of Stormtroopers to achieve their ulterior purposes... What a disgusting bunch of ants."

Anson nodded, his expression extremely ugly.

He finally understood why the Crecy family had to find a way to restrain the empire's army from leaving Sailing City, but they still refused to reveal the reason.

Because the "Great Magic Book" they promised has been in the chapel from the beginning!

……………………

"It's really like this..."

In the quiet alley, the soaked young knight looked at the "old documents" in his hand and muttered to himself.

Behind him, a silent elf girl bowed her head with her chest in her arms, her hands folded in front of her body still had some ashes that could not be dispersed; beside an unburned top hat at her feet, there were also a few special playing cards scattered around. .

If he was just doubtful at the beginning, now he has completely believed Freya's explanation - the other party's real target is the "Great Magic Book" hidden in the chapel.

As the heir of the Bernard family, Louis is certainly no stranger to this legendary and most critical document of the Old Gods; not only is he no stranger to it, he has even been fortunate enough to have seen a certain unique volume in the form of a "memory card" with his own eyes.

But the "Great Magic Book" is not the point, the number of volumes is the point... The part I "accidentally" discovered is the same volume as what I saw when I visited the Adlan Church, and what the church later lost!

The people who stole the "Great Magic Book" were the Crecy family.

This sudden and seemingly coincidental clue is like a key key to the young knight, opening the door that has always blocked him from certain truths.

He inexplicably became the elder brother of the old god sect, the "resurrected" Faithless Knights, and the "Great Magic Book" that appeared coincidentally... No matter how slow he was, Louis could no longer deceive himself and others.

The Cressy family...they're still alive!

If it were anyone else, even if Clovis defeated the Empire to rule Sailing City, Louis would not care too much. He was already tired of this war that started for no reason; both the Empire and Clovis had abandoned their honor, They turned into pure beasts of desire, biting each other without limit for their own benefit.

But Cressy and the Faithless Knights are different.

Not only because they are a branch of the Bernard family and the shame they once suffered, but also because the secret of their once devout brother finally becoming a believer of the Old Gods lies with them.

"Flea."

"Um?!"

The elf girl suddenly raised her head and looked at the back of the young knight.

"I suddenly changed my mind." Louis said lightly, but his soft tone revealed unparalleled determination:

"If we don't leave, we'll stay in Sailing City... I can't helplessly watch the Crecy family and the Faithless Knights turn Sailing City into their independent kingdom."

He turned his head, and a somewhat embarrassed apology appeared on his still immature face: "I'm sorry, I know I promised not to interfere in these things, but..."

"It doesn't matter!"

The elf girl shook her head vigorously, her scarlet pupils glowing with endless brilliance: "As long as she can stay with Louis, she can do anything - Freya doesn't care about this!"

"Freya just hopes that Louis won't do anything that makes her unhappy or unhappy because of... Freya! Freya doesn't want Louis to be wronged or sad; as for other things, she doesn't care at all!"

"Where you live, what kind of identity you have, what kind of things you do...it doesn't matter!"

"Because besides his father, Louis is the only one who truly cares about Freya and does not want to take advantage of her; to Freya, Louis... means the world."

"So Freya also wants to be the only one in the world where Louis can always be happy, never feel sad, and live happily."

Freya Moses Field, whose face was full of rain, smiled so happily: "Doing what you want to do with everything you have is the happiest thing for Freya!"

The young knight looked startled, but then he was relieved.

The cold wind mixed with the biting rain blew away his golden hair; Louis slowly looked back and looked at the Sailing City in the rainy night. Some kind of power that seemed to have left him for a long time, with the hot blood pouring into his heart, made him He involuntarily tightened his grip on the knife handle:

"Let's go, or it will be dawn."

Sorry for being busy these two days and updating a little late. By the way, I wish everyone a happy Chinese Valentine's Day - from the empty space of cooking and eating for myself.