I Will Be The Crowned King

The insurrection ended the moment three-pounders blasted the gates of the factory.

In the face of artillery that can smash solid wood doors into shards; in the face of many more infantry soldiers than themselves, armed with live ammunition, in the face of the dilemma of nowhere to escape...

The rioting workers, who were full of blood, but didn't even have decent weapons, the least organization and goals, chose to surrender just before the line of infantry launched their charge.

The moment they walked out of the gate, almost all the workers couldn't help raising their heads to look at the dozen or so companions who were hanged on the gate - they would rather commit suicide than surrender to the army that had come to save Master Bogner.

In the cold wind of the evening, the workers with ashen faces lined up in scattered teams in front of the scolding and rifles. They walked out of the factory one by one with their heads in their hands, and then were roughly dragged aside and tied their hands and feet with ropes, trembling. Crouching in the clearing, waiting for their final judgment.

On the other side, under the orders of the officers, the soldiers of the storm regiment occupied and controlled the entire factory with drum beats. A few good people even planted the unicorn flag on the window at the top of the factory, as if they were taken back. It was not a factory occupied by rioting workers, but an enemy fortress.

After the commotion was completely cleared up, reporters from various newspapers who were blocked outside the gate were finally allowed to enter the factory, but they were still required to be monitored and allowed by a small secretary before they could attack soldiers and prisoners. interviews.

In the swarming crowd, no one noticed that a young man in an old coat was curled up and sitting in the rubble of the barricade. what:

[Finally, the flamboyant soldiers stood at the top of the factory waving their flags, declaring victory over the insurrection—while their bullets were still in their barrels.

It all happened so suddenly, just when everyone—perhaps including the vigilantes and workers—believed that there would be bloodshed, like every riot that the Guards had quelled before.

The fact is that the violent guards not only failed to take down the factory, but finally had to leave in a daze; Lieutenant Colonel Ansen Bach and his storm regiment ended all this with 'peace'.

When the lieutenant colonel helped the embarrassed Viscount Bogner to walk out of the factory gate, the scene was boiling.

Presumably because of his imprisonment, this venerable old gentleman looked a little lethargic; he politely declined all interviews and staggered to the workers.

When all of us thought he would lash out at the rioting workers who had imprisoned himself, destroyed those expensive machines, and nearly set the factory on fire, accusing them of their shameless and despicable behavior in the harshest terms. The respectful old gentleman fell into a certain silence.

He stood there, silently looking at the workers who were also silent; after a while, he chatted with the workers again, asking about the situation in their homes; after getting some answers he fell back into silence , got into the carriage that took him away.

The rioting workers who were left in place await their final judgment.

And Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach once again shocked everyone - he announced that the rioting workers would be referred to the court, but before that, the Church of Order would first pay the full salary owed to the workers for the Bogner family!

The church will set up a new foundation to provide food subsidies for the poor in all orphanages in the outer city, ensuring that every adult can receive at least 125 grams of brown bread a day, and children are halved.

Not only that, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach, commander of the security army, also announced to everyone present that the church will increase its donations to the outer city and provide more and more favorable loans to all those who are willing to build factories to support the kingdom war; Archbishop Luther Franz has gone to the Royal Palace to meet him and present this matter to His Majesty Carlos.

He promised that the Storm Corps would not only undertake the security work of Clovis Cathedral, but would also appear in any corner of the capital that asked for assistance from the church, and perform the duties of a devout believer for the good and safe future of Clovis City.

Does all this mean that the Church of Order will intervene in the public security affairs of the capital, that the kingdom will begin to regard the outer city as part of the capital, and that the collapse of public order that has lasted for several months will usher in a new situation?

We don't know.

But one thing is clear - Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach and his storm regiment, who were once suppressed by the Guards and the Army, and who were unknown, will officially enter the field of vision of all forces at this moment, whether he is ready or not... 】

The tip of the pen, which was shaking rapidly, suddenly stopped at this moment.

The young man in the old coat suddenly frowned, muttering something in his mouth, and then rudely crossed out everything after "all this..." with a pencil.

He stood up, tore off what he had written down, and stuffed it with the painter who was sketching for the newspaper next to him: "The rest will be left to you."

"Ugh?!"

The painter with the bread rub in his mouth was stunned for a moment, looking at the young man who was turning his head to leave and quickly said, "What are we doing, we haven't interviewed the lieutenant colonel yet, how should we write the manuscript tonight?"

"You just hand over that piece of paper to the editor, and he'll be satisfied."

The young man with a chuckle turned his head and calmly looked through the crowd at the messy factory building behind the gate. There were many dead bodies hanging inside, including supervisors and workers.

"how about you?"

"I have to go back to catch another manuscript, this is the manuscript." The young man shrugged tiredly:

"Tomorrow is the day to hand in the manuscript. The story has just been written halfway through, and it can't be delayed any longer."

"Oh, then go back quickly!"

The painter nodded casually, and put his eyes back on his masterpiece again; this time he was very satisfied with the painting - the brave and fearless officer protected the viscount from the fire, escorted the captive soldiers and greeted their commander with their heads held high. , the flag of the kingdom flutters in the burning factory sky...

Of course, just the prints must be a bit monotonous, but with the content of the young man's shorthand just now, the editor must... eh?

Wait, didn't you come alone, who is that young man? !

The painter who suddenly came back to his senses quickly looked back, but the other party was already far away, and he could only see a red-haired figure in an old coat and a sloppy hat, disappearing into the evening mist of Clovis City.

………………

"...Nott Conan, the captain of the Royal Fleet, was kicked out of the fleet in the eighty-seventh year of the saint's calendar for exposing the captain's smuggling of rum. Fifteen years in the 'North Port Incident', it was revealed that he used black magic to induce crimes..."

In the dark storage room, Cole Dorian stood beside the corpse whose head had been blown up, put away the small book in his hand and looked at Anson with a smile:

"Guess who exposed him?"

"Draco Wilters?" Anson shrugged casually.

"Smart!"

The second judge raised his mouth: "Even many judges don't know, our great detective not only solved the Beigang incident in the ninety-fifth year of the saint's calendar, but also solved a murder case of the old gods!"

"Oh, by the way, congratulations to Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach, you made a fortune."

"I got rich?"

Anson didn't understand what he meant.

"Since Nott Conan's identity was exposed and fled in the ninety-fifth year of the saint's calendar, the Church of Order in North Harbor has been offering him a reward, and the reward is getting higher every year." Cole explained with a slightly envious tone. :

"If I remember correctly, the latest reward seems to be 300 gold coins, and it has the qualification of honorary citizen of Beigang for life, and has a special seat in the city council!"

Well, one day I can't get along in Clovis City anymore, and I can start over at Beigang... An Sen twitched the corners of his mouth: "Is the reward amount so high because he did something incredible?"

"That's not clear, but the Truth-seeking Cult has been chasing him for five years, and I'm quite happy to see his head blown to pieces."

Cole Dorian curled his lips with his hands in his pockets: "In short, this matter can come to an end first, and there will be special people to deal with his body and other trivial matters. You only need to be responsible for collecting the money."

"Then can I leave?"

"Uh...it's okay, but..."

Cole Dorian's expression suddenly became embarrassed, and he hesitantly explained: "You may need to go to the Bogner mansion tomorrow."

"Why?" Anson asked confused.

"Because this case involves the Old Gods, the Inquisition has the responsibility to thoroughly investigate the matter; Viscount Bogner agreed to be questioned by the Truth-seeking Order, and was willing to hand over all letters for our investigation." Cole Do Lean sighed:

"But he also put forward a condition that the questioning must be in his home, and it can only be you Anson Bach alone."

"I?"

With just the right look of stunned expression, An Sen's heartstrings tensed involuntarily.

If I can talk to Viscount Bogner one-on-one, I might be able to get information about the family from him, and whether his father really stole the memory of the "Great Magic Book" from the church in the seventy-fifth year of the saint's calendar. card.

"Our appointment with him is tomorrow afternoon, so don't worry too much." Kerr smiled a little embarrassedly:

"Although you can rest assured, we will prepare the questions for you in advance. You just need to follow the script; it doesn't matter if you can't ask them. The Bogner family and Clovis Cathedral have always had a good relationship. We are just doing business."

"Okay, I know."

Anson nodded, turned and walked towards the door of the storage room; Cole Dorian politely turned his back and took off his hat to him with a playful salutation.

In the slightly empty factory building, the originally messy ground and several corpses hanging on the beams have been cleaned up by the soldiers of the storm regiment. open space.

As for the reporters who came to interview, they were arranged by the secretary to a cafe near the factory and prepared steaming coffee, biscuits, sausage, cheese and other snacks for them.

In this unpleasant winter season, sitting in a warm cafe box, drinking coffee and eating snacks, you must be able to write objective and honest reports, right?

Although from the point of view of a soldier, Anson does not think it is a good thing for the Storm Corps to report so quickly; but if he wants the Franz family (Party A) to continue to invest more money, he has to do it himself. Get some grades, even if it's just on paper.

What the church hopes to form is a combat-effective security army, which is relatively difficult at present; but to form a "very combat-effective" security army, relying on the number and firepower to scare ordinary people, An Sen is still relatively sure.

"What a great plan, great speech, Lord Anson Bach!"

The little clerk with a briefcase and a briefcase on the side approached, and wasted no time in touting: "The workers' riot that even the Guards couldn't solve, was calmly defused in your hands, and not a drop of innocent blood was shed!"

"I have spoken to reporters from Kingdom Loyalty, The Post, Clovis Today, and Clovis Truth, and they promised to continue to criticize the Guard's inaction in policing the outer city. , and put the content of your speech today on the front page of the newspaper!"

"Oh, and a reporter from "Today's Clovis" came to me and asked if you would like to be interviewed with your sister, the lovely Miss Lisa Bach." The little secretary said suddenly:

"You may not be very clear about this matter - when you rescued Viscount Bogner, Miss Lisa stepped forward to take over the command and led the Storm Corps to seize the factory. "Today Clovis" intends to use the 'girl' Officers' as a selling point, do a series."

"Let's talk about this later!" Anson interrupted quickly.

Just kidding, Lisa's identity was exposed in the media, but the problem of her unknown origin can be solved. If the black mage or other old gods organization finds out that she is from the August bloodline, it will be really troublesome !

"By the way, how did you make the Church of Order decide to establish a new welfare fund, and also promised to pay the workers wages for Viscount Bogner first?"

Taking advantage of the fact that the little secretary did not ask further questions, An Sen bluntly changed the subject: "Is it a coincidence?"

"No ~www.readwn.com~ is no coincidence."

Secretary Allen shook his head invisibly, and suddenly smiled mysteriously: "Master Anson Bach, I have to congratulate you on your good luck again!"

"In the beginning, when I applied for a loan from the cathedral, I actually encountered some small setbacks; 5,000 gold coins were not much, but it was very cumbersome to get a loan without collateral, even with my highest efficiency. , and at least an hour."

"Guess... who solved this problem?"

"Archbishop Luther Franz?"

"No, it's Miss Sophia Franz!" The little secretary's eyes glinted:

"She must have heard that it was you, and she made the decision immediately - it shows how much she trusts you!"

"..." Anson Bach.

No, I don't think it has anything to do with trust... He suddenly had a cold war.