I Will Be The Crowned King

The mainland of Clovis Kingdom, North Harbor.

"What, the tickets are already sold out?!"

In the ticket office of the port, a shocked Karlin Jacques shouted at the small ticket booth; he took out his pocket watch in disbelief, and confirmed several times whether there was something wrong with his eyes or the pocket watch: "But it's still morning. It's half past five!"

"That's right, but I regret to inform you that the tickets are indeed sold out." The conductor in black and white uniform kept a still smile and glanced with disgust at the black robe who was shouting in the empty hall. Priest:

"Not only are today's tickets sold out, but all the tickets for the next three days have also been sold out, and from now until the end of May, there will be no more passenger and passenger and cargo ships leaving the port."

"I really understand your desire to embark on a journey with your family and friends right away, but there's really nothing we can do about it - if you're really in a hurry to embark on a journey, I suggest you try your luck at the cargo terminal."

Freight terminal?

Hearing this term, Carin Jacques immediately thought of damp decks, cramped cabins, food that desperately cut costs, drinks that smelled rancid, hammocks that rocked up and down, countless infectious diseases...

Although most of them came from hearsay in the tavern, the black-robed priest couldn't help but shudder.

But even so, if the eldest lady of the Franz family knew that she had waited until the end of May and the beginning of June for this reason, the price she would have to pay would definitely be more than staying one or two times in the dark cargo ship cabin. The moon is a hundred...a thousand times terrifying!

Just when the black-robed priest was very entangled, hesitating whether to take his younger brother David Jacques and a certain **** to "experience life", a tempting voice sounded behind him.

"Sir, it sounds like you are planning to go to the New World with your family, don't you?"

"I'm going to the New World, but not with..."

Carin Jacques, who answered subconsciously, paused, and looked at the middle-aged man behind him in astonishment; he was wearing a well-dressed suit, a half bowler hat, and a golden pocket watch chain can be seen on the vest pocket of his chest. Just as dazzling as his bright little bow tie.

With these round faces, the black-robed priest immediately thought of those treacherous salesmen who walked the streets and pretended to be "charitable and rich people" in Clovis City.

"Sorry, who are you?"

"My name is Plein, and I'm the chief representative of the 'Beigang Happiness Immigration Company'!" The middle-aged man enthusiastically shook hands with the confused black-robed priest:

"I just heard that you were discussing buying tickets with the conductor at the port, and I couldn't help but go up and listen to a few words; it just so happens that our company has an immigration ship that is about to set off, so if you don't mind, I am very Happy to provide some help in this regard.”

"Oh, really?!"

"Of course it's true!" Plain answered enthusiastically:

"The original intention of our company is to help all people who want to immigrate or just want to go to the new world, reduce all the costs they have to pay in order to realize their dreams, and help everyone as much as they can!"

"Now the old world has become unstable because of the war between Clovis and the Empire, and the new world has become the first choice for anyone who wants to avoid war and enjoy a peaceful life - by the way, where you are going Is it Beluga Harbor?"

"Uh... yes."

"Then today is really your lucky day, because our destination also happens to be Beluga Harbour!"

Plein showed a happy expression, took out a business card and handed it to the black-robed priest: "At three o'clock this afternoon, the Clipper 'Believer' will go to the port to hand over the business card and fare to the sailor in charge - wait until a month. After that, you and your friends can set foot on the land of the new world!"

"Of course, because it is an immigration ship, the cabin may be relatively small and there will be many people; but I can assure you that every four people can have an independent cabin, and the food and drinks are as safe and hygienic as possible."

"Sounds good, I think I can take the test..."

Carlin Jacques, who was smiling softly, suddenly paused, and suddenly thought of something: "Wait, did you just say "The Believer"?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's the Royal Fleet... It seems that there is also a battleship with this name."

"That's right, it's her!" Plain's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the black-robed priest in surprise:

"You are such a well-informed gentleman, and among all the guests I have met, you are the first to know her name!"

The black-robed priest's expression froze, and he didn't hear the other party's praise at all: "Didn't you say that the new world is very peaceful?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Then why did you rent a warship specially?"

"Uh...because although the new world is generally peaceful, it's reasonable to go to a place that has not been fully civilized and prepare a little bit of arms to prevent some accidents, right?"

"A little armed?"

"right."

"A cruiser with forty guns and a ram, and a little bit of armament?"

"This...sometimes some accidents may have a relatively high risk, so of course we must take precautions as much as possible - of course! I believe that lucky people like you will never have such an accident!"

"What kind of accident?"

"Uh...that's..."

"that is?"

"It's the possibility of encountering an interception from the imperial fleet."

Karin Jacques: "..."

………………

The inner city of Clovis, outside the Osteria Palace.

Sophia, who was dressed in a black formal suit and specially pulled up her hair and wore a half-top hat, sat in the carriage and waited. While looking in the direction of the palace gate, she kept tapping the backs of her slender hands with her crossed fingers.

Thirty minutes later, the girl who felt like a full century finally saw the figure she had been waiting for for a long time—the Archbishop who walked out of the palace gate was obviously startled when he saw the carriage, and then it was as if nothing had happened. Stepping closer, she got into the car with the service of Angelica, the little maid who also disguised as a male coachman.

"You're too bold." Luther Franz, who was not relieved as soon as he got into the carriage, frowned slightly and looked at his daughter:

"I just had a secret royal meeting with your Majesty's cabinet ministers. It involves the kingdom's highest-level secrets. If the Privy Council or the Club Salon finds out about it, it will put your Majesty in a doomed situation..."

"Yes, yes, that's why I specially dressed up, they won't know!" Sophia waved her hands and smiled, and respectfully offered the pipe that she had prepared long ago:

"So, can you tell your good daughter the result of the discussion?"

"When you asked around about my whereabouts, everything that shouldn't have been exposed has already been exposed; once you know the identities of the participants, it's a matter of time to figure out the content." The archbishop sighed helplessly and took his daughter. Handed pipe:

"Want to know what?"

"Of course it's about the colony!"

Sophia couldn't wait to look at her father, her eyes emitting endless light: "Carlo... Your Majesty, he agrees?"

"In principle, it is impossible. Since the Storm Division is just a garrison army, it can act without the strategic planning of the Army and the official order of the Privy Council, so what is the difference between it and a separatist warlord?"

The Archbishop nodded lightly and said, "But in terms of specific implementation... the colony is too far away from the mainland. It is impossible to designate any comprehensive plan and ensure its implementation."

"More importantly, because the Royal Bank cannot make ends meet this year, the royal family owes the Rune family a huge favor; so as long as Anson Bach doesn't 'cross the line' too much and ensures the increase in the tax revenue of the colony, the royal family can acquiesce to him in order to protect the colony. security, certain actions 'as a last resort'."

"Really?" Sophia leaned forward slightly, rubbing her restless little hands:

"How much can you cross the line?"

The archbishop smoking a pipe did not answer directly, but shook his head: "Dear Sophia, you didn't notice the point of this matter."

"...The point?"

"Remember the private conversation between the two of us last year - just after one of your 'big plans' was destroyed by me."

Seeing that his daughter still didn't respond, the archbishop had to further remind: "I told you why Anson Bach had to be sent to Moby Dick instead of Clovis City. How many impressions do you have now?"

"...You said it was because there was a war that was about to be lost that needed him." Sophia thought for a while and replied very cautiously.

"I guess, you must now think that what I said at the time was just to fool you, because the current situation doesn't look like a game that is about to lose." Luther Franz exhaled and said softly:

"On the contrary, Anson Bach easily controlled the colony, integrated local resources, wooed investment, and even had the spare power to interfere in the colonial riots of the empire... It looks very beautiful, as if it will not take long, the Clovis King Flag will be It can cover the whole new world.”

"But is it really so?"

Sighing lightly, the archbishop rhetorically asked himself.

"I have not seen with my own eyes the current situation in the New World, and I do not know why Anson Bach made this decision; but there is no doubt that once he begins to intervene in the rebellion of the colonies, it will certainly attract the attention of the Empire, and the war will be restored from the old The world keeps burning into the new world."

"That's right, and I know this very well." Sophia nodded and said:

"So as the colonial governor, I am also doing my best to gather resources to support this war that is crucial to Clovis - the resources of the new world are related to Clovis' lifeline, and we should spare no effort to fight for and Capture more colonies!"

"Naturally, this war will certainly attract the attention of the Empire; but isn't it just right? Once the changes in the new world contain more of their power, Clovis will be able to gain more advantages on the Western Front; A little bit of support for Anson Bach can..."

"We can't give anything." The archbishop said coldly.

"That's right! You don't need to give too much, you only need a little bit..."

Sophia, who was talking eloquently, suddenly noticed something. She stopped abruptly and looked at her father in disbelief:

"You...you just said...what did you say..."

"I said, we can't give anything."

The expressionless Archbishop looked at his daughter and said in a cold tone:

"The native Clovis will not provide any form of support to the colony - any resources, except what he can find on his own - and this is the result of the discussion at today's meeting."

"Why?!" Sophia was stunned:

"Isn't the colony important to the mainland and the royal family?!"

"Of course it's important, it can even be said to be very important - so important that the empire will definitely think that as long as it tries its best to control the colonies, Clovis will be defeated." Luther Franz's tone was very calm:

"And as long as Anson Bach goes too far and 'crosses the border', the Empire will increasingly think that Clovis wants to open a second battlefield in the new world, and that more colonies must be plundered and conquered before the war can be brought to an end. The point where the war goes on."

"When they realize this, the Emperor Herid will do everything he can to win the war that decides the ownership of the colony."

"This... is the reason why His Majesty Carlos and his ministers acquiesced to Ansen Bach's wanton actions."

The inside of the carriage was suddenly quiet.

Facing the Archbishop's calm gaze, Sophia opened her eyes full of disbelief, staring at her father who was still smoking a pipe and sighing softly.

"No... You are not acquiescing."

After being silent for a long time, the stiff-faced Sophia said softly in a slightly trembling voice: "You are using him... more than 5,000 Storm Division soldiers... Beluga Harbor Colony... as bait."

"You know that Ansen Bach cannot turn a blind eye to the rebellion in the imperial colonies~www.readwn.com~ Even if he protects himself, he will definitely intervene, but he chooses to acquiesce... In the end, when he most urgently needs local support... stay out of it."

Suddenly, it seemed as if she suddenly realized something, and Sophia was shocked: "Wait... Letting me become the honorary governor of the colony is also part of your plan, right?!"

"An honorary governor who poses no threat to him, can give him the illusion that he can get the approval of the Franz family, mistakenly thinking that he can get the support of the native land!"

In the face of his daughter's questioning, the Archbishop remained silent, and her unpredictable expression was reflected in his calm pupils.

Sophia gritted her teeth.

"Angelica!"

The girl who suppressed her anger suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

"Send my father home—or wherever he wants to go!"

The little maid who pretended to be a coachman was startled by her master's voice, and hurriedly tightened the reins, so that the carriage didn't hit the lamppost on the side of the road.

Before the carriage came to a complete stop, the girl had already grabbed the door handle, impatiently wanting to push the door and jump out of the smoke-smelling carriage.

Just as she rushed out of the carriage, the silent archbishop suddenly stretched out his right hand.

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