I will be crowned king

While Viscount Bogner and the Cecil family were thinking about how to use Anson Bach, the tool man, the commander-in-chief of the Storm Legion had returned to their temporary station in North Port with the shocked Free Confederate ambassador.

After a frightening night, little Baekeland had completely lost his ability to think at this moment: he originally thought that he was here to study, and his diplomatic work was just incidental; but he did not expect that the Clovis people were really unusually enthusiastic. It was such a big surprise as soon as I landed.

For those who are new to a certain industry, the initial encounter at their first job often leaves a deep impression on them.

If he is successful, he will become quite confident in the future, but if he fails accidentally, it will take him a lifetime to heal his career.

This situation was vividly reflected in Baekeland Wetzler: he had no interest in dealing with people in the first place, and he only became the ambassador because he wanted to leave Beluga Port and go to Clovis City to study.

Due to the deliberate beautification of a certain girl, he thought the job was quite simple at first: attending various banquets, drinking parties, and private dances, regularly going to the palace to meet the King of Clovis, and touting the Kingdom of Clovis in public. The system is superior, the country is strong, the military is strong, and the culture is prosperous...

Then? Then it was gone.

Anyway, everyone knows that the foreign and domestic affairs of the Free Confederation are not decided by a diplomat. He only needs to play the two roles of vase and sounding board. It is impossible for anyone to expect to get raw material export quotas from the ambassador.

As a result, on the first day of work, he had to evade the assassins... Anyway, Clovis's impression in Little Baekeland's mind had changed from "prosperous culture" to "eerie", and he began to have doubts about the length of his career and even his life. The length gave rise to deep doubts...

"I personally think that your unfortunate experience and the idea of ​​being accidentally misled are biased."

In the resident room, Anson skillfully made coffee while comforting little Baekeland: "Although Clovis is not a paradise, it is definitely not as dangerous as you think. There must be a misunderstanding here."

"Misunderstanding, but they are really here to kill me!" Baekeland, who was still in shock, was trembling: "If it hadn't been for the Storm Legion's help, I would have died long ago, right?! right!"

"This..." Anson suddenly paused and thought about it seriously: "This is indeed the case."

"Please don't explain anymore, I understand everything! Although I have no experience in this area, but... eh?"

Little Baekeland, who was vaguely aware of something, was stunned as if he had heard something incredible. He looked at Anson in disbelief: "What, what did you just say?"

"If it weren't for the Storm Legion and the Cecil family, but the Free Confederate Mission and yourself, it's very likely that you would have died without a burial place... Just like you said yourself." Anson said without changing his face, and he was very "Intimately" I expanded on what I just said:

"But on the other hand, as long as the Storm Legion is here, you and the entire mission are absolutely safe, isn't it?"

"this……"

"I understand your concerns, Baekeland. Don't forget how good friends your father and I were. The many years of official cooperation with him in Beluga Port are treasures that I will always remember in my life." Anson sighed softly. He groaned and put the hot coffee in front of him:

"You are his son, and the only legal heir of the entire Wetzler family. I will never treat you badly, let alone let you be harmed. Do you understand?"

"Ming, understand!"

Little Baekeland nodded blankly, although he had a vague feeling that something was wrong: for example, someone had only stayed in the new world for a total of two years, for example, someone and his father were actually enemies at the beginning, for example, his father was something more than He was indirectly killed by the other party...

But these small problems are no longer a problem under Anson's extremely sincere eyes; what's more, he actually knows very well that the weak Free Confederacy has little status in front of Clovis, and his own safety on this land , I can really only rely on the Commander-in-Chief in front of me.

"But the security issues you mentioned are indeed true; according to my current understanding, the attitude towards the Free Confederacy within Clovis is very complicated. There are friends like Beigang who hope to make good friends with the Confederacy, and there are also enemies who are deliberately targeting us. "Ansen's expression suddenly became serious:

"The current situation is indeed very unfavorable to you; if you make a rash choice and make the wrong one, you may very well be doomed!"

"Of course, I will do my best to protect your personal safety, but the members of the mission are not just you, and the purpose of your coming to Clovis is also for the Confederacy to find a reliable ally as soon as possible; if If it fails because of the sabotage of some people, then the gain outweighs the loss."

"This is also what I am most worried about." Baekeland nodded slightly, with worry on his face: "After all, I have no experience in this area at all, so I can't be of much help. It's okay. What if it turns into the Free Confederacy and Clovis again? The trigger of hostility is something that cannot be saved by a human life."

After all, Baekeland also experienced the colonial war of independence and the subsequent Holy War, and even witnessed the horrors after the war; no matter how much he dislikes worldly things, he still understands that today's Free Confederacy simply cannot withstand a new war, as well as the close relationship with Crowe. Maintain the importance of forming alliances as soon as possible.

With the scalding coffee in his throat, the anxious little Baekeland finally breathed a sigh of relief and made up his mind.

"Sir Anson, I have figured it out." He raised his head and said seriously: "From tomorrow... no, from now on, you will replace me as the ambassador of the Free Confederacy!"

"I?"

Anson shook the coffee in his hand, as if he was very surprised: "You, what are you talking about, I..."

"You are Clovis's general, I understand that, but at the same time, you are also one of the founders of the Free Confederacy. Regarding the spirit and interests of the Free Confederacy, no one knows better than you, right?" Baekeland Suddenly raised his voice:

"Just like parents, no matter how far away they are, they can never truly break away from their children. As the original founder of the Free Confederation, you will never harm the interests of the Free Confederation. I have absolute confidence in this!"

"Baekland Wetzler, wake up!"

Anson suddenly turned cold and put the coffee cup on the coffee table with a bang: "Although becoming an ambassador may not be your original intention, this is your identity and your mission now! Are you prepared to live up to the Confederacy's treatment of you? trust?"

"It is precisely in order to live up to everyone's trust in me that I must do this!" Baekeland said sternly: "I know my abilities very well, and I am simply not qualified for this kind of mission that requires seeking dignity and safeguarding interests for the Confederacy; The best way is of course to leave it to the person I trust most and who also has this ability!”

"Lord Anson Bach, among all the people I know, you are the only one who is most loyal to your friends and also has this ability; you can create a unified country from a scattered new world and convince so many people who are independent and selfish. Fighting for your lofty ideals proves that you absolutely have this ability!"

"Of course, I also know that your current status is rather embarrassing, but that doesn't matter. I can still serve as the ambassador of the Free Confederacy on the surface, but privately... the actions of everyone in the mission, including myself, will resolutely obey your orders. "

"For the sake of the Free Confederation, and for the sake of peace and prosperity between the two countries, please never refuse, please!"

After saying that, Baekeland, who pursed his lips tightly, lowered his head deeply.

"You...sigh."

Anson sighed heavily, with a very helpless expression: "You are already like this. If I don't agree, will I become a traitor to the Free Confederacy?"

"So you agreed?!" Little Baekeland suddenly raised his head, with a look of surprise on his face.

"I'm afraid of you!" Anson snorted angrily, with a helpless look on his face: "Okay, but you also have to promise me... No! It's two different things."

"First, I am only responsible for making suggestions and attending certain occasions with you at critical moments; you are still the ambassador of the Free Confederacy, and this must not change!"

"That's no problem." Baekeland said without hesitation: "What about second place?"

"Second..." Anson raised his right index and middle fingers: "If you decide to act according to my plan, you must stick to it from beginning to end without having the slightest doubt about me; if you cannot accept it, then you must do it in one day." Tell me right from the start, but never give up halfway after you start, is that acceptable?"

"Of course!" Baekeland still didn't hesitate at all: "Then what are we going to do now?!"

"Now...just drink this cup of coffee, take a rest, and then leave here."

"oh."

Baekeland scratched his head: "Then...then I'll leave first and leave you alone?"

"No, you stay here and finish the coffee, I'll leave here!" Anson glared at him: "This incident has a great impact on me. I need to think carefully about what to do next. !”

As soon as he finished speaking, Anson stood up from the sofa, walked away under the relaxed and guilty eyes of little Baekeland, opened the door and walked out of the living room.

"boom--"

After closing the door forcefully and confirming that the sight of little Baekeland in the room was no longer in his direction, Anson's expression gradually changed from panic to calm, and no trace of uneasiness could be seen anymore.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

Fabian, who had been guarding behind the door early, clapped his hands gently and looked at his immediate boss with unparalleled reverence: "As expected of Mr. Anson Bach, in this way, our plan to show our strength will not only shock Viscount Bognor and the Cecil family, and even the Free Confederate mission have completely become yours."

"With the Free Confederacy's bargaining chip, even if the people in the War Department still plan to touch you and the Storm Legion, they must also consider the financial backers behind them...especially those big shots who can provide them with weapons and equipment, run factories and railways, no matter We may be able to look at the cooperation of cheap raw materials without being tempted, and we can also have a bargaining chip to prevent Viscount Bogner from betraying us... It is simply perfect."

"There's no need to talk about this kind of thing that has been discussed a long time ago." Anson looked at him expressionlessly: "By the way, why are you here, where is Karl?"

"The chief of staff went back early. The army was quite dissatisfied with the 'temporary action' just now. He had to rush back to appease the soldiers who were getting emotional."

Fabian shook his head: "Originally, you should be the most suitable commander-in-chief for this matter, but our chief of staff seems to have completely accepted his fate and regarded himself as your adjutant."

"As for the other officers...Norton seemed to have gone to find the local Truth Society. The military chief seemed to have met his former colleagues. Julien was writing a letter to his mother who was involved with the Old Gods at home. Lieutenant Colonel Leo disappeared in the morning. Figure..."

"The only Lieutenant Colonel Alexei who is relatively low-key should be sleeping in his own room." Fabian shrugged: "But as for whether he is sleeping or deliberately keeping a low profile, who can know?"

Anson Bach: "...What about you?"

"I just finished the work at hand and came to report to you the latest situation in the legion." Fabian immediately stood upright and saluted Anson without a smile:

"No need to thank you, this is what I should do as the deputy commander."

Looking at his "loyal" appearance, Anson was deeply moved and slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "If I were you, I wouldn't be so optimistic."

"You mean..."

"Have you figured out how to solve the Laura Cecil matter?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Fabian's face disappeared immediately.

…………………………………………

"What, a change of plans?!"

With a look of shock and anger, Fula stood up abruptly and stared at the man who had promised herself that he would definitely succeed, and also swore that his plan was perfect: "You didn't, didn't you say that as long as you hand over the information to the Free Confederacy? The mission can, can..."

"I did say that, but I also said that the risks of this plan are very high." Fabian, who was tired inside, seemed very calm: "Now an accident has occurred. Someone wants to assassinate the Ambassador of the Free Confederacy... In order to ensure that it can be completed According to your wish, we must modify the plan.”

"Fulfill my wish, this..."

The blushing girl was about to have an attack when she suddenly froze in place: "You, you didn't lie, you deliberately lied to me to try to get away - just like last time!"

"Of course not. How could I let go of such a charming and characterful lover as Laura once before?" Fabian suddenly stepped forward and knelt on one knee in front of the panicked girl:

"Don't worry, I've prepared everything that needs to be done. As long as you obey me, I will make you satisfied and won't let your family worry about you..."