I will be crowned king

Chapter 677 Please call me Brigadier General Anson Bach

It is the evening of November 17, the year 101 of the Saint's Calendar.

The blazing sunset gradually sank into the sea, and the dome that was dyed blood red had already fluttered with silvery snow, which contrasted with the looming starlight.

Bathed in this magnificent scenery that can only be seen in the New World in the Far North, Beluga Harbor, which originally looked like a huge mud dot on a white canvas, has gained a bit more artistic beauty.

In this depressing scenery, the brightly lit Beluga Harbor Parliament is like a huge lighthouse, illuminating the surrounding low-rise houses and streets; the bustling crowds and congested horse-drawn carriages make this cold place even more... The building became bustling with activity.

In view of the 800,000 gold coin investment project that the Roland family had just signed with Beluga Port, plus a large amount of hard currency "sent" to the local area at almost cost price; out of courtesy, Beluga Port specially prepared a sumptuous event Come to the dinner party, Broadband, this bunch of wronged... extremely distinguished guests.

In addition, it is already mid-November, and the rough sea will be closed in a few days. If they do not set off, both the governor's mission and the representatives of the Roland family will have to wait until the spring of next year to return to the mainland. Therefore, this is also a farewell banquet to let the upcoming Guests embarking on a dangerous journey enjoy one last meal before departure.

After all, for at least the next month, they will have to live with dried meat, pickled vegetables, alcohol mixed with water (or water mixed with alcohol), and various cans.

It’s even good to be able to eat canned food... Although Saint Isaac developed the technology of heating and sealing food very early, and it was quickly popularized in Clovis, and was promoted to the entire world of order with the help of the Ring of Order Church. ——But in most areas, high-quality canned food, especially canned fruits and vegetables, is still a luxury product.

Except for Clovis City, the prices of steel and glass in most areas are still not cheap, and even the price of container raw materials remains high, let alone sealed preservation technology.

For example, almost all of Lisa Bach's monthly military pay turned into various cans she carried with her; many middle and lower-level officers of the Storm Division were also happy to sell their monthly can quotas to the chief sergeant at a high price, and then Go to the tavern at the port and spend your money.

Various high-quality canned fruits are even more expensive than fresh fruits and vegetables - glass containers + sugar pickling + sealing technology - are high-end enjoyment that can be displayed in high-end restaurants and cafes.

Naturally, whether it is an envoy on behalf of the royal family or a representative of the Roland family who is not short of money, all kinds of fine wines and canned food in transparent glass jars that ordinary people cannot afford are indispensable on board; but compared with fresh food, it is still There was a certain gap; this ceremony became their last feast before going ashore.

In front of the open door, Anson, who had specially changed into a straight dress, stood in the entrance hall with Thalia's support, and greeted all the guests who came to the dinner as the "Honorary Speaker".

Considering that the position of Speaker of Beluga Port is still vacant, his "Honorary Speaker" has actually been equated with the "True Speaker", and all internal and external forces seem to have acquiesced in this.

For the actual ruler of Beluga Port, this is obviously an excellent opportunity to consolidate power, demonstrate authority, win over and win over all kinds of people, but it is also an absolute chore: considering that the total number of guests is close to seven hundred, Before all the seven hundred people entered the venue, Anson Bach had to put on a smile and stand outside the door to shake hands and greet them one by one.

Not only that, he had to remember the names and origins of these 700 people, when they met him, whether they were from the opposition or from his own side, and he also had to be able to chat with them in a "funny and humorous" way to show his sincerity and accept them. Give each other gifts and prepare corresponding gifts in return...

Even with the notes prepared by the little clerk in advance, Thalia shared a considerable part of the pressure for herself. Nearly an hour after the banquet, the smiling Anson still felt that his facial muscles were completely stiff, and in his mind there was only a personal name and Fragments of various memories flashed back, unable to contain anything at all.

It wasn't until Carl Bain came over alone with his hands behind his back that he breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward quickly and said:

"How's it going?"

"Everything is arranged." The chief of staff, who had two dark circles under his eyes, yawned and casually produced a bottle of rum from behind:

"The grenadier regiment, guard company, and cavalry company are guarding the city, the second infantry regiment is at the port, the third and fourth infantry regiments are at the suburban farm and the shooting camp that has been almost built, and the fifth infantry regiment and artillery company are stationed at the headquarters as usual... There won’t be any problem.”

Because of the lessons learned from previous ceremonies, everyone in the Storm Division has become extremely wary of such "large public events" for fear of another riot.

Especially now...the Governor's delegation is about to return home, and Representative Roland has already negotiated an investment contract for 800,000 gold coins. If any problems arise at this time, the Storm Division and the colony will not be able to explain or even explain it clearly.

Although he said there was no problem, Carl's expression that was obviously worried made Anson raise his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong..." Biting off the cork, the chief of staff angrily conjured up two more glasses:

"My Lord Commander-in-Chief, your subordinates...oh, including me, will soon be out of a job!"

"unemployment?"

Anson was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but frown slightly: "Who started this rumor?"

Karl poured half a cup of rum and handed it over:

"Uh... you."

"I?!"

"Yes." The chief of staff said matter-of-factly:

"You have now become the actual ruler of Beluga Port, and you have received investment from the Roland family, and are assisted by special envoys sent from the mainland. So many things have happened, not even one thing related to the Storm Division."

"And now that the Empire has been defeated and the Free Confederation has been established, you are running a bank while actively preparing for the Shooting Army and the New World Company... Do you know what the low-ranking officers and soldiers of the Storm Division think?"

"What do you think?"

"They all feel that the Storm Division may be disbanded soon, or at least most of them will retire and return to their homeland."

"What?!"

"Otherwise, why are you so anxious to form a shooting army? Isn't it to replace the vacancies left by them?" Karl couldn't help laughing:

"These gossips have spread throughout the Storm Division and are basically known to everyone; I estimate that in a few days at most, there will be officers privately asking you who is leaving and who can stay. "

"In that case, why haven't you told me about this?"

Anson frowned slightly and his expression became serious.

Since the Battle of Sailing City, I have been dealing with the affairs of the Faithless Knights, the Old God Sect, the Bank and the New World Company, and I have really ignored the feelings of the Storm Division, especially the lower-level soldiers.

Indeed... having just experienced a war, making a lot of money, and being about to enter winter with nothing to do - except for a few large-scale riots - it is easy for people to start thinking wildly and become sensitive to what is happening around them.

"Because to a certain extent, it depends on what you think." Karl, with twinkling eyes, showed some meaningful emotions:

"Should I continue to be the colonial emperor and commander-in-chief of the garrison, or should I do something...something else?"

"……What's the meaning?"

"That's what it means. Five thousand soldiers are stranded in the colony, no one can intervene or interfere, and they have just started a war without authorization and defeated the empire. Do you really think the mainland can trust you?" Karl took a sip of rum and said:

"If you just want to keep your current position and want to reassure the locals, my advice is to leave it alone; if not... just pretend I didn't say anything."

The chief of staff did not continue speaking, Anson did not ask any more questions, and both of them fell into silence for a while.

After such a long time of cooperation, plus the proactive and frank part, the two of them knew each other thoroughly; Karl had to understand what Anson's "New World Bank" and "New World Company" were going to do, and he also knew very well what this person was doing. Some of the commander-in-chief's actions have already crossed the line.

If intervening in the empire's colonial rebellion can still be regarded as "offensive defense," then the subsequent Free Confederation, the negotiations with Sailing City, and the private release of Bernard Morweis are obviously not a garrison commander-in-chief. Things to do.

But for all this, the local side seemed indifferent, and even deliberately condoned it. In addition, Anson became more and more active in fooling and deceiving the local people... His rich experience in taking the blame has given Karl a premonition that many things are about to happen.

Of course Anson understands what he means. He actually has no intention of betraying Clovis - at least not yet - but as the "Rune Plan" is gradually realized, the mainland has never provided any form of assistance except acquiescence. , which also made him somewhat panicked.

If it weren't for the arrival of Baron Akers, he really doubted whether the mainland was really planning to abandon the colony to attract the attention of the empire and treat himself as an abandoned son.

In a slightly heavy mood, the two people casually exchanged a few words, drank a whole bottle of rum, and walked into the banquet hall amidst Thalia's call.

In the splendid hall, guests in luxurious clothes are changing glasses and chatting casually amid the sound of elegant music; well-dressed waiters shuttle among the crowd, seizing the opportunity to serve freshly cooked delicacies and carefully crafted high-quality dishes. Order, alcoholic drinks that moisten your throat.

Probably because they were about to leave, the two members of the mission who had ridiculed and ridiculed each other a few days ago have now become good friends who talk about everything, as close as if they were a family.

Seeing the joy and laughter in front of him, it was pleasing to the eye. Anson, who was originally a little heavy-hearted because of Karl's words, immediately gave up a lot and casually took a glass of wine from the passing waiter's tray.

No matter what, if you are drunk now, you will be drunk now. Even if you really intend to be a non-human being, then it must be...

"Anson Bach?!"

At this moment, a voice full of surprise interrupted his random thoughts.

Anson looked back subconsciously and found Baron Aix, who was holding a glass of wine, staring at him excitedly, with an expression no less than that of a male lion who had found a female in the spring: "Is it really you?!"

"Uh, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Baron Akers suddenly raised his glass high:

"Everyone - please calm down, I have something to say!"

In an instant, there was no sound in the entire spacious hall; the guests stopped talking to each other and looked in the direction of the sound with either curiosity or anticipation.

Anson, who had just almost reached the center of the hall, looked stunned, and the excited Baron Akers were surrounded by the surrounding guests.

In the silence, Baron Akers took a deep breath and spoke slowly:

"Gentlemen, and ladies, it is a great honor to meet you all at the end of the 101st year of the Saint's Calendar, in the new world shrouded in ice and snow."

"This is not a compliment, nor is it polite... Just imagine how many people will have the opportunity to cross the rough sea in their lifetime, and meet each other in such a beautiful piece of music, in a world shrouded in snow?"

"This is not only a journey full of courage and determination, but also an ingenious arrangement of fate; the great ring of order protects me, everyone, and a group of brave gentlemen who are destined to make a great career. The lady and Ladies.”

The sonorous and powerful words echoed under the towering vault: "But among all the people, I want to introduce one person to you - of course, everyone actually knows him, that is our master today, Anson, the commander-in-chief of the garrison. ·bach!"

"This man, after an expedition to the vast land and conquering the royal court of the Elf King Yisel, traveled thousands of miles north. He was not afraid of hard work. It was also at this time that he embarked on a journey to the new world; he was ordered to save the time in a world of ice and snow. The colony of Beluga Harbor suffered from poverty and chaos.”

"He could have had better choices, he could have chosen to go to the comfortable south, to the capital of Clovis, or to the battlefield where it was easier to make achievements... But he rejected all of this and was thousands of miles away from his homeland!"

"Being separated by the sea, the Kingdom of Clovis cannot give him much support, but our commander-in-chief still has no regrets and works conscientiously in the position awarded by His Majesty Carlos and the Privy Council."

"As for the results of his hard work... everyone has seen it with their own eyes."

"And what I want to tell you is that His Majesty the King and the Privy Council have not forgotten this soldier who does not seek fame or profit, but is loyal and guarding the borders of the kingdom!"

As he spoke, Baron Akers looked at Anson and took out a letter with an Indonesian seal from his arms: "By the decree of my king Jun——"

As the words rang out, the guests present took off their hats one after another; Anson even subconsciously took a step forward, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"Appoint... Anson Bach, Commander-in-Chief of the Ice Dragon Fjord garrison, as Commander-in-Chief of Colonial Governor Sophia Franz's Corps. The original Storm Division was reorganized into the Colonial First Standing Corps, numbered 'Storm'!"

"Commander-in-Chief of the Legion, Anson Bach, is awarded the rank of Brigadier General!"

"This appointment will take effect immediately from the second day the order is issued - Carlos Osteria!"

Brigadier ~ Sprinkle flowers ~