I will be crowned king

Outside Yangfan City, the Storm Division barracks headquarters.

Carl Bain, who had two dark circles under his eyes, was lying in front of his desk, weakly holding the cold coffee with his right hand, while trying to make his bandaged left arm as comfortable as possible.

Although Army Chief Hank repeatedly emphasized that this was just a flesh wound, the broken lead bullet did not damage the bones, and there was only a one in 10,000 chance that it needed to be stopped - but with a veterinarian's advice, Carl felt that it was better to be more vigilant. good.

Although tired, the Chief of Staff has nothing to complain about; rather, he is lucky to be able to have a fireplace indoors in the increasingly cold weather and only need to use his brain and mechanically repeat documents.

After experiencing the riots on the day of the ceremony, the entire Beluga Port was almost completely in chaos, and all kinds of rumors emerged in an endless stream; although all the gangs were almost wiped out, the "power vacuum" that followed and because of their previous The bloody revenge caused by the act put everyone in several remote communities at risk.

The deaths of Speaker Mason Wetzler and the mediator Chloë Musk also destroyed the fragile balance of the five-hundred-member Parliament; the (nominally) position representing the highest authority in Beluga Harbor was left vacant, which not only paralyzed the management function of the Parliament The status has attracted the covetousness of countless people.

The headless statue of Harold at the ceremony has aroused countless speculations and associations, among which the Harold Foundation is the most popular, using it as a banner to step up their grand plan of "independence and self-government."

But they are just the most cheerful group. Various groups, classes, and stakeholders are secretly or loudly plotting. The number of rumors is simply more than the number of fishing boats in Beluga Harbor.

If in the past, the "Beluga Harbor Good People" suppressed and guided public opinion, although problems would still occur, they would at least be controlled within a reasonable range; now the newspaper office has been destroyed, the personnel have suffered heavy losses, and the precious printing press has become A pile of scrap metal; it will take a long time to get back to its previous level.

At present, all Stormtroopers have been dispatched to cooperate with the Alliance of Promise Keepers and the Council of Five Hundred to jointly manage the daily work of Beluga Port; due to the "absence" of the Speaker and the committee mediator, various conflicts and disputes continue to break out, and the administrative efficiency is extremely low. It triggered numerous complaints and further made management more difficult.

As the "honorary speaker for life", Anson had to sit in the parliament for a long time. Alexei, commander of the 2nd Infantry Regiment, took on the responsibility of city security - of course with the "close assistance" of Chief Sheriff Lisa - Commander of the 3rd Infantry Regiment Norton also took charge of the reconstruction of the newspaper office and the maintenance of the port. The entire staff team was stationed in the parliament to improve their low work efficiency.

Although he had had similar premonitions for a long time, as he watched Anson Bach look more and more like a real "warlord", Karl, as the adjutant, couldn't help but sigh, feeling that this day had come too soon.

Apart from him, only Yu Company, commander of the Fourth Infantry Regiment, is still in the military camp and is responsible for the daily management of the fortress and surrounding military villages.

But he is not a good chat partner - he is not a bad person, but his "self-esteem" is particularly fragile. One moment he may be greatly grateful for your respect, and the next moment he may feel humiliated because of inadvertent neglect.

Although Karl respects this colleague who is as old as Anson and has an unusual background, unless it is necessary work or military meetings, he would rather go back to the bedroom to work and try to avoid staying in the same room as him.

The chief of staff took a sip of ice-cold coffee and was about to continue processing the various reports in front of him. Before he even picked up his pen, the footsteps of the little clerk appeared outside his door, and he knocked politely.

"This is a document that needs to be reviewed and approved today. Lord Anson asked me to bring it to you immediately."

Gently putting the document on the table, the little clerk looked at the chief of staff worriedly: "Are you okay? Otherwise, you should rest for a few days to recover from your injuries, and then..."

"To deal with more trouble? Forget it." Karl, who looked tired, rolled his eyes:

"I think it's pretty good now."

"Really?" The little secretary was still worried about him:

"You look like you haven't had a good sleep in a few days. I think your body may be..."

"I'm healthy, just a little tired. Just drink some coffee or mulled wine."

"Can……"

"Nothing to worry about, everything is normal."

"but……"

"I said no buts, don't make me repeat it again!"

"Okay, if you insist..." The little secretary sighed and looked at the chief of staff with burning eyes:

"I originally wanted to say that if you need a break, I can handle official duties for you for a few days; now it seems that I have greatly underestimated your attitude towards work - it is no exaggeration to say that no one I have ever met can do this for you. In terms of 'dedication' and 'responsibility', I am as good as you, really!"

"..."

Seeing the respectful expression on the young clerk's face, Karl subconsciously wanted to say something and opened his mouth, but in the end he hesitated and decided to retain his tall image in the eyes of his colleagues and stop humiliating himself.

In order to cover up this embarrassment, he picked up a report, glanced at it casually and said to himself: "About the plan to assist the colonial governor in matters and tax collection...Governor?"

"It is the newly created position of 'Governor of Ice Dragon Fjord' previously established in the mainland. Colonel William Cecil reported this when he arrived at Sailing City." The little secretary reminded:

"The first governor was Miss Sophia Franz. You must still remember this, right?"

"...Of course I remember, how could I forget this." A very guilty smile appeared on Karl's face:

"She's coming to Beluga Harbor?"

“Of course it would be a blessing if it could, but unfortunately it’s not the case.”

The little clerk shook his head: "As the governor, her duty is to make suggestions that are more beneficial to the colony in the royal cabinet and the Privy Council. As for her orders, they will be issued through messengers and will be issued by the commander-in-chief of the garrison, Lord Anson. Responsible for execution.”

Understood, it means that the mainland doesn’t want to care about the colonial affairs at all. It gives an excuse to let people like ourselves take responsibility. If anything happens, we will take the blame... Karl nodded:

"So now this 'Governor-General' is going to exercise his...her power in the colony for the first time?"

"If nothing else, it should be related to the Storm Division's mission goals for the coming year and the taxation targets of Beluga Port." The little secretary continued:

"The emergence of the Free Confederation has eased the military pressure on the colonies and brought more economic development potential; in the future, the goal of the Storm Division should be to colonize areas controlled by indigenous peoples, expand the tax base, and increase the production of various minerals and other The output of raw materials ensured trade routes with the colonies.”

"At the same time, the Roland family from the Northern Chamber of Commerce will come to Beluga Port in a month or two at the latest to discuss investment and banking matters... These are all important matters related to the future of the Commander-in-Chief and the entire Storm Division. ."

"Therefore, before the envoys arrive, we must end the current chaos in Beluga Port as soon as possible to avoid giving them any bad impression that the Storm Division cannot control the situation in the colony."

Karl took over the topic: "By the way, do you have any information about Miss Talia and Fabian?"

If the entire Storm Division wanted to find a professional who was good at maintaining stability and suppressing riots, he could not think of another suitable candidate besides Fabian.

Although Alexei is also very dedicated, he is more like an officer who executes orders. He is obviously not good at this kind of work that requires flexible control between toughness and compromise. It is really difficult for him to be responsible for public security.

Moreover, the issues to be dealt with in this incident are obviously not just as simple as "public security"...

"Due to some technical problems, we still haven't received any news about Miss Talia." The little secretary sighed:

"But judging by the time, the Supreme Meeting in Gray Pigeon Castle should have ended. They have also arrived at Black Reef Port and are waiting for the fleet to pick them up and prepare to return."

The young secretary is also very concerned about the safety of Thalia and her party. After all, his future is likely to be bound to the Rune family, and he may even become an excellent heraldry officer or housekeeper.

Of course, he has not forgotten his origins and the cultivation of Archbishop Luther, and has been loyal to the Franz family from beginning to end; but just like his master, the little clerk has also found a flexible way of loyalty.

A person can be loyal to another person or to many people. As long as the other person believes in your loyalty and you feel that you are loyal to him, then your loyalty may not be just one, or even single digits.

Whenever he thinks of this, Alan Dawn can't help but sigh, Mr. Anson who can develop such a theory is really great.

……………………

Beicheng District Hotel, a double suite on the second floor.

Just as the little clerk was heartily praising Anson Bach's "Loyalty Theory", another group of people were also caught in a dilemma because of their loyalty.

Ian Clemens sat blankly on the bed, flipping through the cheap novels in his hands repeatedly, as if there were some worldly truths in these words that writers used to make a living.

Derek was lying next to him, his whole body tense, his eyes wide and unblinking, as if he were a dead body that had become stiff and cold.

Sir Carno, who was wearing a gorgeous long dress, was leaning against the window, facing the door, carefully observing all the movements around him, but his straightened eyes still revealed his absent-mindedness at the moment.

At this moment, an idea that once seemed ridiculous was lingering in their minds.

Chloë Musk...the spellcaster responsible for managing and monitoring all members of the Faithless Knights, is dead.

And he died quietly in the chaotic ceremony.

This is simply ridiculous to the extreme, not to mention that the chaotic environment is almost a home for a black mage, not to mention that there is no need for him to be exposed at all. He can wait quietly until the situation returns to normal, and then he can continue to hide behind the scenes quietly; as long as he If Anson Bach hadn't done it himself, he might never have figured out the true identity of the Black Mage.

But now he is dead, and no one even knows how he died - this is really an inexplicable irony for the black mage who advocates secrecy, prying and weirdness.

As the mastermind behind the entire incident, Ian Clemens could actually vaguely sense the clues behind the incident.

First of all, Kolo's suspicion of them is not recent, but started very early, and it only became more obvious after the cooperation between the Cressy family and the Storm Division broke down.

This distrust started from their perfunctory mission of sabotaging Beluga Harbor at the beginning, continued to escalate after Anson Bach returned, and reached its peak as the gangs under his control were wiped out.

At that time, Kolo probably had no trust in them at all. He was just confident in his black magic and believed that they would still carry out the tasks assigned by him.

So from the very beginning, the task that Ke Luo assigned to himself was not to create problems, but to prevent the three of them from interfering with his real plan, and at the same time create greater chaos to facilitate his actions.

Yes, from the very beginning, Chloe Musk's plan was to kill Anson Bach at the ceremony; but he didn't expect that he messed up and was killed.

But in this case, the three of them would be very embarrassed.

Originally, they just wanted the top brass of the Faithless Knights to fight openly and secretly with Anson Bach, trying to avoid betraying the Knights and not offending the three Luen families. Now they have successfully "helped" the Commander-in-Chief of Beluga Port to kill the Cressy family in the Knights. The "Supervisory Army" also lifted the oath curse on all members.

To be honest, Ian didn't expect this result, but in his plan, it had to be at least a month, or even half a year later; then fate played a little joke, and the dust settled in less than half a month. .

There is no doubt that all the members of the Knights and the Cressy family will be aware of this matter as soon as three days at the latest; once they know that they are still alive, they will 100% regard them as traitors who betrayed the family, and there will be no consequences after that. Endless pursuit!

Of course they don't want to be hunted down if possible, but they also don't want to be used by Anson Bach as a tool to deal with the Knights and the family. To put it bluntly, the latter's end may be even more tragic.

Suddenly, a crisp knock on the door interrupted the silence in the room.

"Ding-deng-deng!"

The three people with different expressions raised their heads at the same time and looked at the closed door.

"Who?" Carno said calmly, while winking to the side; Derek, the wild hunter knight who understood the situation, immediately leaned over the door and pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand.

Ian Clemens was still sitting in front of the bed, maintaining his disguise and being ready to hide at any time.

"An old friend, only myself."

Anson, who was standing outside the door, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said softly very casually:

"So you guys might as well put down your guard and weapons - especially the one hiding behind the door - and invite me in for a cup of coffee and a chat."

"By the way...listen to my proposal."