I Will Be The Crowned King

The piercing whistle echoed under the dome made of steel and concrete. The steam-gushing "Nova" train slowly entered the Central West Station of the Royal Capital, and stopped at the position prepared for it like a clock. Not much, not much.

Full of artistic sense, even behind the front of the car decorated with bronze statues, more than 20 carriages opened one after another, like a whale breathing in the water, spit out piles of passengers one after another.

They seemed to have saved enough money and traveled together as a tour group. As soon as they got off the train and did not leave the platform, they began to shout at the towering vaults and magnificent buildings around them, winning streak of admiration; limited The few who tried to calm down couldn't hide the surprise in their eyes.

Although I have already seen the majesty of Dawn Ice Peak, the vastness of the turbulent sea, and the prosperous "big cities" such as Carindia Port, Beigang, and Sail City, the Storm Legion has already seen it all, and it is said that this kind of "spectacle" is not surprising. And "Shanda" already has a considerable degree of immunity.

Even so, the soldiers and officers in the Legion who came to Clovis City for the first time still had their mouths wide open, stunned and stunned, staring at the "surreal" scenery in their eyes.

For them who have long been accustomed to the mighty power of nature, the shock and impact of the huge man-made buildings have long been indescribable in language, and even almost incomprehensible.

The ground is so flat that you can't see any potholes under your feet, the steel pillars are integrated with the beams and paintings, and there are hundreds of thousands in the vault, just like the lights shining from the stars...

As Clovis's premier, and to a certain extent, almost the only "industrial city", Clovis City has a completely different landscape from the entire ordered world; and the steam train station that is responsible for the link between the capital and the kingdom is just that. The most perfect withdrawal.

From the moment you step into it, you will never see anything related to "nature" again; the ground under your feet, the space to your left and right, the sky above your head...

Even the air you breathe - steam - is the product of human construction and construction; even if it is described as stepping into another world, it is no exaggeration.

Well, when Anson Bach first came to Clovis City, he had a similar attitude...of course it was the "real" Anson.

Walking down from the station on the edge of the platform, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery in front of him, An Sen found that he suddenly had a feeling of "coming home":

"Finally... back."

"That's right, Lisa and Anson are back!" The girl behind him was also full of joy, and tears could not stop flowing from the corners of her mouth:

"Cherry cake, chocolate pie, apple pie, cookie pudding tower... Lisa is back!"

As if to celebrate this rare moment, the girl even changed into a new and close-fitting new military uniform in the car early in the car - wearing a three-cornered hat with feather decoration, a standard red and black uniform coat, and Anson's former lieutenant colonel. A black trench coat, with its buttons open and fastened with a wide belt, a thick and long red scarf draped around in front of and behind him, fluttering in the wind like the hem of his clothes.

In comparison, Anson was wearing a much simpler uniform, just the usual Clovis military uniform. …

"Yeah, it's hard to imagine that nearly two years have passed since the Hantu War." Holding a briefcase that was not light at all, the little secretary walked in from behind:

"At the time of departure, Lord Anson Bach was only the head of the lieutenant colonel, but now he has become one of the few brigadier generals in the entire Clovis... Such an amazing change, even in the history of Clovis' establishment to the present, one of the few. what."

"As for the Storm Regiment, which used to have only one infantry regiment, it has also grown into a standing regiment; Lieutenant Colonel Fabien, Chief of Staff Carl, and the officers who joined one after another... On the long journey, more and more people can be trusted and rely on. My companions keep joining, and of course my former friends say goodbye." The little secretary suddenly raised his head:

"Their appearance and departure must have had a profound impact on Lord An Sen and changed a lot, right?"

"...That's it." An Sen replied casually, perhaps it was because he had returned to a familiar place again, especially when he saw the reinforced concrete creation, he was in a really good mood.

I remember that the first time I came to Clovis City—of course my current self—was in winter, and now it happens to be Clovis City’s winter, and the 102th year of the saint’s calendar is approaching.

At that time, I had just had a conflict with the Guards, and I met the big trouble Draco, carrying a box full of black materials, and getting off here with Lisa, who was suspicious, and only Ludwig gave him all his body. A check is a fortune, like a canoe in a monstrous wave, powerless and passive.

And now I am also passive, the difference is that with the legion behind him, the lieutenant colonel has become a brigadier general, and...

"Then what have you changed?" Looking down at Allen, Anson said suddenly.

"I?"

The little secretary was stunned for a moment, as if cramped and dazed, but only for a moment: "I haven't changed anything."

"I was your secretary at the time of departure, and I am still under the protection of the ring of order; I am your humble and insignificant servant, the one you can always trust, to carry out your plans and complete the mission you have entrusted to me, Everything is based on your interests."

"No matter now, in the past, or in the future, your clerk will never change." The little clerk was even proud:

"Let the world flow, be consistent, stand still, and do everything in your power to protect the master you are loyal to. Even if you are humble, you will stick to the creed."

Looking at his expression overflowing with pride, Anson involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth.

Of course not because of the little clerk who tried his best to show his loyalty, but the two clerks of the War Department, Crowne and Russell.

Compared with the shouting Storm Legion and the free Confederate envoys who have been admiring their streak, the two of them alone have a completely different style of painting.

From the North Port to Clovis City, although the speed of the Nova was much faster than that of the ordinary steam train, it took a full twelve days.

Twelve days... In exchange for coercion and enticing, normally it would be time to pry open the mouths of one or two officers and get some useful information.

But the result was that the two were busy from morning to night, all officers without exception, interrogated individually, coerced and lured, and did not get any information that was unfavorable to Ansen Bach himself. …

The first few days were fine. As they got closer and closer to their destination, the two who had not achieved results became more and more desperate.

In the end, they didn't even dare to say that the Army Department was targeting the entire Storm Corps. They questioned Anson alone, and kept giving all kinds of hints to the officers under interrogation. As long as they gave information, they could exchange for the promotion and reuse of the Army Department. to any effect.

The two people completely collapsed, and Carl Bain, who was in charge of dealing with these two people, collapsed together.

He originally thought that the Ministry of the Army had spent so much effort to deliberately target the Storm Legion, and the means must be bottomless, ruthless and unscrupulous.

He has made full preparations for this... Although the time is tight, he still uses limited opportunities to talk to all the middle and lower-level officers one by one, racking his brains to say good things to a certain **** boss, and strive to make everyone without exception , all can be taken care of, and various urgent needs can be met as much as possible.

What wicked and vicious tricks did the people in the War Department resort to?

That's right, they offered the heavyweight bargaining chip that "as long as they are willing to frame Anson and frame them, they can be reused by the War Department and promoted quickly".

What are you kidding? !

Letting subordinates betray their bosses for their future is despicable, but it is not non-existent, even in the army system.

But the problem is that the two clerks in charge of the interrogation are unwilling to clarify how to be promoted, where to be promoted, and how many levels can be promoted—then who dares to speak!

After all, if the promotion is a real promotion, and you still have to look up and see the boss you betrayed all day long, what does it feel like?

Furthermore, in fact, most middle and lower-level officers have a very bad view of such things as military rank; they actually know very well that they are just ordinary people, and even if they become regimental commanders, division commanders, abilities and backgrounds, they will not be able to support this improvement. If you don't make trouble, you can only mix it up and give others a hit - what's the use of that?

In contrast, it is obvious that real gold and silver are more solid; if two or three thousand gold coins are smashed in cash, how can a guy who dares to be a traitor be smashed.

But even this level of sincerity, the two officials of the War Department could not give, only said that they could double the allowance of the other party, and also implied that it is not impossible to triple and quadruple.

The allowances of the Clovis Army are not large. The rank of lieutenant colonel is already equivalent to the monthly income of a senior lecturer in the college. Even if a captain wants to live an ordinary life in Clovis City only on allowances, there is not much difficulty. A small sum of money.

If it was before going to Beluga Harbor, this kind of proposal would still be very tempting for the ordinary officers of the Storm Legion. Now... even if it is ten times, the Storm Legion officers who have not seen the real money cannot agree.

Twelve days and nights of torment finally made Klauen and Russell understand that the Storm Legion had been run by Anson into his own private kingdom, an impregnable wall that outsiders could not touch.

In any other situation, this act of "buying subordinates and forming gangs" is already the most serious crime in itself, but he is still a colonial regiment - yes, because the entire Clovis wanted to dump it on the eve of the jihad. In order to avoid the problem of losing territory on their backs, and hoping to attract the attention of the empire, they let the abandoned child storm legion in their eyes be adapted into the colonial legion. …

Since it is necessary to dump the blame, of course, the Storm Legion must be given enough autonomy, so the current situation is that except for Sophia, the Governor of Ice Dragon Fjord, no one is qualified to accuse Anson on this issue.

At this point, the two of them basically have nothing to do... With their level, of course, it is impossible to promise officers how many ranks they can improve, especially those officers who are already majors and lieutenants. Now, even the fool knows they can't give it.

Also, they don't have that much real money, and doubling the allowance is almost the biggest promise they can give, but this is not attractive to the Storm Legion, who has shares, dividends, and has accumulated a lot of loot. .

The only thing they can do now is to bring back the big trouble of Anson Bach as soon as possible, so that the adults in the War Department know that the two have not done anything, and they have played a little role.

"Wait, how can there be such a cheap thing?"

Before the two of them stepped forward, a voice full of complaints suddenly burst into the platform: "I'm going to leave the station so carelessly just for you to clear the station for an hour?"

The excited crowd finally quieted down, and turned to look at the man in black who was walking towards the Commander-in-Chief of the Storm Legion: "Also... you shouldn't be there at three o'clock, why are you fifteen minutes late? "

"When we set off, the people of Beigang were really too enthusiastic, which delayed us for a quarter of an hour." An Sen looked back at the other party, and the corners of his raised mouth did not loosen:

"Also, we didn't leave carelessly, but went to the Ministry of the Army to be questioned, the chief judge of the Truth Seeking Order, His Excellency Cole Dorian."

Um? !

The moment the words fell, the expressions of the two Army clerks who had just stepped forward changed suddenly, and instinctively stopped.

"I don't care whether the Ministry of War is not the Ministry of War. The Truth Seeking Order is directly under the Inquisition, and only accepts the dual leadership of the Holy See and Clovis Cathedral." Cole looked inhumane:

"Anson Bach, due to your suspicious behavior during the Holy War, you will be under surveillance from the Inquisitor for 24 hours from now on until the Cathedral or the Holy See deems your suspicions lifted."

"Before this, no matter where you go, you must be accompanied by our designated judge. Even if you eat and sleep, you will be with you."

"Oh, so who is the designated judge..."

"I myself." Cole raised his head slightly: "The Chief Inquisitor is monitoring in person, you will be honored!"

"This..." Anson looked at Cole and then at the two War Department clerks in the distance: "Not so good?"

"What's wrong, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Are you questioning the Holy See's decision?"

"Of course not, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"If you do this yourself, will people mistakenly think that the truth-seeking cult...is actually quite idle?"

"Quite idle?!"

Cole was angry: "You guy, do you know how much we have been delayed because of your sudden return?!"

"Especially the 'Whispering Whisper' I'm trying to track down right now. If it wasn't for you to delay it, it might have been long ago..."

"Wait, whisper?" Anson frowned suddenly:

"He, isn't he dead?!"

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