I Will Be The Crowned King

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May 3, 101, the saint's calendar, in the early morning.

The golden dawn illuminates the earth. Surrounded by majestic snow-capped mountains, a magnificent and magnificent city stands quietly on the steep cliffs, overlooking the surrounding earth; the blue river flows through the mountains, towards the end of the white horizon in the distance. Flowing, galloping.

This is Winter Torch City, the frontier for the colonists to open up to the new world.

For the empire, this is just a remote inland colony, with not very convenient transportation, not rich in products, very sparse population and strong centrifugal force. If Winter Torch City hadn’t insisted on holding the golden iris banner, it would be hard to say what the empire was. Do you still think that it is also part of the prosperity of the emperor's rule.

But for the adventurers who came to the New World to pioneer, Winter Torch City and its walls and towers towering above the cliffs can almost be regarded as a holy place in the northern part of the New World.

It was from here that the colonists, who had only been able to operate along the coastline for hundreds of years, mustered the courage to march further inland, which was colder and closer to the north.

Countless adventurers, pioneer groups, colonial organizations... With the dream of opening up a new world and exploring, carrying simple luggage, dragging two-wheeled carriages and sleighs, they walked to the endless wasteland, dense forest, hills...

The vast majority of them can only return without success, and more than half will even lose the chance to return forever, thrown away by severe cold, disease, plague, starvation, beasts and natives, and some unspeakable accident. The corpse wilderness becomes part of the new world.

Even so, it still can't stop more people from gathering in Winter Torch City, gathering like-minded partners here, filling up their luggage, holding extremely suspicious maps, and embarking on an unknown road.

On the road where the peaks are embracing, the brigade of the brigade is lining up in a loose formation, heading towards the gate of the Winter Torch City; hundreds of figures, almost indistinguishable, are stepping neatly on the light drum beats. , so that the sporadic adventurers and caravans on both sides of the mountain road hurried out of the way, and watched the other side pass by in a stunned manner.

And at the back of the team with the black and red unicorn flag, another team that looked more "rich" was not so neat: four-wheeled wagons, two-wheeled wagons, sleighs... countless carriages and mules and horses The roads were almost completely blocked, and travelers and coachmen from various colonies shouted in various accents and shouted desperately, but they couldn't make their wheels go any faster in the mud and snow.

In fact, in order to welcome the "new guests" who are about to come to the door, Winter Torch City has mobilized the young and strong workers in the city one week in advance, thoroughly cleaned the roads outside the city, and even doubled the width of the roads.

But they obviously underestimated the number of guests and the ability of their "remote town" to withstand the foreign population. At the same time, they overestimated the organizational ability of the guests, causing the traffic system to be completely paralyzed...

They almost proved that this "colonial sanctuary" was not the best choice for large gatherings, multi-person events or major ceremonies.

"If that's the case, why choose here the location of the first meeting of the Free Confederacy?"

Looking at the crowded and crowded shape at the foot of the mountain, Polina sitting in the carriage had a puzzled expression and couldn't help asking.

For this "obvious" question, Talia, who was sitting opposite, remained silent, smiling and looking at her with meaningful eyes.

Feeling the sight of the other party that could almost penetrate her body, she was quiet all the way, and the heartstrings of Paulina, who had finally gathered up her courage, trembled slightly, and the biting chill kept surging upwards.

Only now did she realize how wrong it was to accept the invitation of Lord Anson Bach's fiancée instead of riding in a carriage alone.

Sarah Frey, who was beside her, was not as nervous and scared as her sister, and was very happy to enjoy various desserts prepared by Talia - candies and snacks that are very common in Clovis City. The world is full of expensive luxuries.

The quiet and somewhat eerie atmosphere lasted for a long time, and was finally broken by the little secretary who was curled up beside him.

"Because Torch City is the least suitable of all the colonies, it is the most suitable."

Facing the stunned and bewildered gazes of the two Frey girls, Secretary Xiao said: "This is the best choice that Mr. Anson Bach has come up with after careful consideration."

"As the first official meeting of the Free Confederacy, it will not only determine the balance of power in the future colonies, but the location where it will be held is also very unique - if all goes well, that colony will likely be in the near future, to be the seat of the capital of the Free Confederation."

"As the capital of the Confederacy, in addition to some historical significance, population and wealth, the most important thing is convenient transportation - at this point, Long Lake Town, Red Hand Bay, and Black Reef Port all have certain competitiveness. "

"Red Hand Bay and Heijiao Port have excellent harbors, and also have roads leading to the inland and connecting other colonies; Changhu Town is a little weaker in this regard, but it also has developed inland river traffic and a convenient inland road network. "

"In terms of particularity and historical significance, the three places are not far behind - Red Hand Bay is the center of the six colonies of the empire, and is naturally surrounded by all colonies; Black Reef Port is located next to Grey Pigeon Fort, a gateway to Down we are the frontline against the tyranny of the empire; Longhu Town is at the rear, another well-equipped fortress, which perfectly meets the security requirements of being a capital."

Having said this, the little secretary who deliberately paused looked at Paulina:

"So, what do you think Lord Anson Bach realized from this information?"

question?

Paulina was silent for a few seconds, and she said with some uncertainty:

"They... all hope to become the capital of the Free Confederation logically through this meeting?"

"Exactly!" The little clerk nodded immediately and exclaimed in a formulaic manner: "Miss Paulina Frey, you are truly a born statesman, you have found the crux of the problem at a glance!"

"That's right, this is what Lord Anson Bach is worried about: all colonies, except Torch City, are very competitive in this regard, and they must all hope to have this honor, so as to make themselves in the Confederacy. gain a higher status.”

"Because of this, if any one of them is elected successfully, the other two will hold opposing opinions; and it is very unfair to Winter Torch City and Grey Pigeon Castle, which is still falling. Both are colonies that resist tyranny, but Not even eligible to run for office."

"So, Master Anson Bach deliberately chose Winter Torch City as the meeting place; because of the inconvenience of transportation, it is not suitable to be the capital of the Confederacy?" Paulina slowly straightened up, with a slightly excited expression on her face:

"Could it be that the lord hopes that Grey Pigeon Castle can become..."

"What the lord hopes is that the Free Confederation can remain united, and not to cause rifts with each other because of a little petty profit, so that the enemy has an opportunity to take advantage."

Aware that the girl seemed to have some kind of unrealistic fantasy, the little clerk corrected without hesitation, with seriousness written on his immature face: "As for which city the Free Confederation hopes to become the capital, this is the Free Confederation. Beluga Port has no right to intervene, let alone interfere actively.”

Taking the initiative to intervene... Bolina, whose heartstrings were tense, secretly glanced at Talia on the opposite side from the corner of her eyes, thoughtfully.

Although she is only a young girl, but after fleeing from a broken family and her deliberate support and training in Anson Bach, the ignorant and simple Paulina Frey has gradually acquired some wisdom that does not match her age, as well as the skills of observing words.

Just like "taking the initiative" in the face of Anson Bach, the only dependant, she has already heard the meaning of Secretary Allen's words: she will not actively interfere, which means that she can accept it passively; as long as the Free Confederation "invites" Beluga Harbor is fair, and the commander-in-chief of the garrison will not refuse.

So the key to getting Anson Bach's help is...

"If that's the case, why not hold a meeting at Beluga Port?"

Just as Paulina was about to ask more "details", her sister Sarah suddenly said:

"Anyway, the Free Confederation can't elect a capital anyway, so wouldn't it be better to go directly to Beluga Harbor - the storm division doesn't have to travel so far, and people from other councils can also come directly by boat, no more Is the carriage more convenient?"

The moment the voice fell, the inside of the carriage was immediately quiet.

The silent Talia still smiled, and her looming gaze kept looking back and forth between the Frey sisters; Paulina, who felt the other party's gaze, was tense again, like a snow rabbit being stared at by a poisonous snake, unable to move.

The little secretary coughed a few times unnaturally, and before he tried to reach for the door handle of the compartment, he withdrew like lightning under Talia's eyes, and sat down in the seat obediently.

In the dead silence, only Sarah was still unaware, and asked with curious eyes:

"No way, didn't Lord Anson Bach really think so?"

………………

"It goes without saying, of course I thought about it!"

In the face of Carl Bain's doubts, the commander-in-chief of the garrison retorted very naturally: "But there is no way, the difficulty is too great, and we can only give up after weighing it."

"First of all, we have to advance westward, so that the liberals or the 'Free Confederation' of the rebel colonies think they are protected; secondly, the storm division has just divided a batch of spoils, and rashly retreating to the base camp is bad for morale, and it is easy to let the soldiers They have thoughts of 'staying where they are' or 'can rest'."

"So although there are many advantages to holding the first meeting of the Free Confederacy in Beluga Harbor, especially for us to maintain control over them in the future; there are too many disadvantages, and rushing for success will only be worth the loss in the end."

"The most important thing is that you don't think that doing this is really exposing our thoughts too obviously? Some things are well known to everyone, but they are a little more subtle. It is always good to keep some dignity for allies."

"Really?"

In the face of Anson's incomparable patience, full of caring and respectful explanations for allies, a recently disgruntled adjutant had a completely different view: "So you really think we're not obvious enough to even save face for our allies. 'Room?"

Anson Bach: "...otherwise?"

Carl rolled his eyes and took a deep breath while resisting the desire to complain: "Then let me ask another way: You took great pains to set the meeting place in Winter Torch City, just to make this group call themselves 'liberals' The slave owners and black-hearted traders are so grateful to you?"

"That's not true." Facing the adjutant's sarcasm, Anson chuckled and shrugged: "It's more to prepare for the next battle, so that the Colonial Minister of Sail City can leave his base with peace of mind."

"Base camp?"

"The news about the Storm Division's departure to Winter Torch City and the first session of the Free Confederation has all been passed on by the "Longhu Town Honest"; he must have obtained this information by now - if you It's Bernard Morwes, what would you do?"

Without waiting for Carl to answer, Anson said directly: "You only have two choices, either believe it or not."

"If he believes this information is true, the smartest thing to do is to send troops decisively and not leave us a little leeway to prepare."

"The main force of the Storm Division is concentrated in Winter Torch City, even if it takes more than ten days at the fastest to reach the Black Reef Port, which is the closest to Grey Pigeon Castle, and it can only travel from land; the imperial army will definitely have time to capture it in such a long time. By the way, Heijiao Port set up positions on the road, and ambushed us who were 'rushing to help' on the only way."

"Now Black Reef Harbor has undergone a 'big purge', and the city is full of the most steadfast 'liberals'~www.readwn.com~ Even if the empire conquers the colony, it will cost a lot; at the same time, Black Reef Harbor is the most liberal. An important group of people are all in Winter Torch City, we not only have nothing to lose, but can even further stimulate other colonies and unite closely under the command of Beluga Harbor."

"And if he doesn't believe it, it's even more interesting: we'll have plenty of time to go to Black Reef Harbor, and gather the militias of the various colonies along the way; and wait for the 'take it easy' for the Imperial Army of Grey Dove Castle to finally realize that something is wrong , then he will have to face more than just the storm division."

Looking at the Winter Torch City, which is not far away, An Sen, who was talking eloquently, suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "Besides, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"Bet what?"

"I'd like to thank us for betting that Winter Torch City won't be chosen as the venue for the meeting -- I bet a box of black rum, a specialty of Adelaide, Veneto that's been cellared for five years."

"Me!" Carl agreed without hesitation:

"It doesn't do them any good at all. I don't believe that there are still people in this world who are grateful for the troubles that come to their door - let alone a Clovis!"