I Will Be The Crowned King

Early in the morning, outside the gate of Grey Snow Town.

Putting on a general's robe, Anson, with a golden-handled saber hanging around his waist, paced by the side of the road with his hands on his back; Lisa, with a steam gun on his back, stood behind him like a sentinel on guard, with a serious expression that seemed unsmiling and serious. Sculpted sculpture.

After a while, a carriage slowly stopped in front of him, and behind the window glass, Bernard Morwes was staring intently at the guy who was raising his head and smiling at him.

Opening the car door, An Sen sat in the carriage calmly and calmly, while Lisa, who was carrying a weapon, jumped to the side of the coachman. It seemed like a wealthy businessman and his **** who were about to go out for a long journey were even sitting in the carriage. Afterwards, he didn't even look up at the person in front of him, and smoked his pipe on his own.

Not normal, very abnormal.

Bernard, who smelled the dangerous breath, twitched his throat hard, and in a tone that pretended to be very calm, he coughed casually: "Cough cough... Where are we going?"

"Where?"

Anson paused and looked at him suspiciously: "When you came, Carl didn't tell you?"

"You're talking about the good gentleman? He said it, but I don't believe it." Bernard pouted: "Exchange me to the Mujahideen? Such a stupid decision doesn't seem like you could make it—with How about being open and honest about your current relationship with me? I can't run away anyway."

While speaking, he laughed at himself and raised his hands to "show off" the silver shackles hanging on it to Anson.

Biting his pipe, Anson glanced at him: "Well, so you don't believe it?"

"You, are you serious?"

"Of course - the Holy See who offered to negotiate showed sincerity and suspended all attacks on the Free Confederacy. Of course, we can't be too shabby, but we only have you, a particularly important hostage, without bringing Doesn't it seem so unreliable?"

"At the end... Brigadier General Anson Bach, I am talking to you very seriously as an opponent!"

"Lord Bernard Morwes, your respect confuses me a bit, I always feel that you especially want to be free... Could it be that during your time in prison in the Ice Dragon Fjord, you have made you feel sorry for this A piece of land has some kind of feeling?"

"…"

Anson's expression was quite innocent, and there was even a trace of curiosity - the kind of curiosity of "Are you afraid of something serious".

Ignoring someone's cynicism, Bernard's expression was still serious:

"I can't guess what you're thinking, and I don't want to guess any further; I just want to tell you that anyone in this world might be willing to negotiate with you, compromise...but the Holy See won't."

"Not only will they not, they are sure to kill you, Louis Bernard, the thirteen colonies of the Free Confederation... they will kill all of you, and they will stop digging graves!"

"The reason and reason, now you don't need to explain it to understand; trying to actively jump into the trap to paralyze the enemy's behavior, in addition to cocooning myself, I just found a second suitable adjective!"

Bernard stared intently at Anson's expression, trying to find the answer to the other party's arrogance or arrogance and contempt from those subtle changes, but there was nothing; someone who had become a blasphemous mage had long since transformed into a metaphysical realm, the one in front of him. It's just a temporarily stored body of flesh and blood.

With a faint smile, Anson tapped on the top of the carriage; accompanied by a neigh, the carriage slowly drove out of the city.

………………

Just as the Storm Legion in Grey Snow Town was arguing about whether to negotiate, they finally reached an agreement. At the same time, the main force of the New World Legion far away in Red Hand Bay had already agreed to the negotiation requirements of the Holy War Army.

Just like Anson and all the officers of the Storm Legion thought, almost on the day he got the news, Louis Bernard agreed to negotiate without thinking, even if he knew better than anyone that the Holy See, who paid a huge price for this holy war, It is impossible to give up easily.

But even if there was only a glimmer of possibility, even if he knew that this was a despicable lie, the young knight decided to make concessions and compromises, pinning his hopes of peace on the fact that countless forces were involved, and even the apostles of the old gods. on the negotiating table.

There is no other reason, the Free Confederation wants to win... it's really hard!

Before getting the request for negotiation, he already knew that the Fernando Legion was frustrated in Beluga Harbor, and that the Storm Legion only managed to annihilate most of the Borre Legion with just over 10,000 people. He died tragically under the guns of his own soldiers... The iron-clad Red Hand Bay blocked the onslaught of the two legions of Ludwig and Arthur, and did not allow the enemy to achieve any valuable victory for nearly a month.

It seems that the situation has reversed, and the horn of the counterattack is about to sound; in fact, it is the last dying struggle before the sun runs out.

That's right, Beluga Port blocked the first round of the enemy's attack, but it was one of the colonies with the strongest defenses. Even if there were 20,000 people with fleet assistance, it would not be easy. Materials and military dissociation led to the final success.

There are too many coincidences in the battle of Slave Harbor... The Storm Legion fought **** battles, but the key to the outcome is still Dukasky and a group of giants who turned against the water, betrayed the Levant family, plus Bo Ray Levant died unexpectedly, plus the bribed jihadist fleet, and the multi-party elements came together to become the current result.

As for the invincible Red Hand Bay... Louis knows better than anyone what's going on - the largest concentration of troops in the New World Legion, artillery, positions that took months to build, and Ludwig's secret help, Arthur ·Hereid kept making troubles, which contributed to the current situation.

And these rare advantages will come to an end with the arrival of the Crusaders Command, the Knights of Judgment, and the last Crusade.

What the Free Confederation is about to face is no longer the six army commanders who are in charge of their own affairs, but the jihadist army with a clear division of labor, a highly centralized command, and hundreds of thousands of people.

The scattered enemies have successfully united. If there is an infighting on his own side, the end can be imagined; therefore, when he could not communicate with Anson immediately, Louis decisively agreed to negotiate in the name of the Marshal of the New World Legion, at least unite and restless first. Disturbed Confederates.

As for the Storm Legion or the "Ice Dragon Fjord camp" behind it... Louis can only hope that Anson can stabilize them and not cause an accident at this time.

With what he knows about Anson, he can almost believe that the other party will never consider this a betrayal, and even have a full set of plans and plans to deal with the changes in the next battle before he acts... Because this is Anson. Bach, this is the **** who captured himself on the battlefield, made his friend with himself in order to achieve his goals, and made himself a true friend of him.

But one person can't.

The hesitant young knight gently pushed open the door, and followed the light in the room to look at the elf girl who was standing in front of the window, the dark golden sunset poured on her hair and shoulders. Leaves a hazy soft outline.

Louis sighed softly.

"How long have you been waiting?"

"Always."

Freya turned around suddenly and stared at the cramped and restless young knight, her scarlet eyes flashing with unspeakable emotions: "I've been waiting."

All the time... Louis couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He heard the housekeeper here say that from the day he agreed to negotiate with the Holy See, the elf girl never left his room again.

That's three days, three full days.

Three days and three nights... After serious recollection, the young knight suddenly realized that he had not had a good rest for so long, or had slept.

As the highest commander of the Red Hand Bay position, the Marshal of the New World Legion, there is no one with the highest theoretical status in the entire Free Confederation, just to deal with various issues of negotiation and army mobilization, not to mention three days and three nights, even if Seven days and seven nights are not enough.

Unlike a guy who always likes to throw the blame on his subordinates, the young knight is doing almost everything himself as much as possible to make sure nothing goes wrong.

"So... are you really going to negotiate with the Holy See?"

What the girl said was an understatement, but in the ears of the young knight it was nothing short of a stabbing blade.

"Yeah." Louis nodded slightly, preventing his subconscious urge to avoid her gaze: "This is also for the future of the Free Confederation. The disparity in strength is too great, and there is no choice."

"Is there no choice...?" Freya murmured, her scarlet pupils did not blink:

"Since it's a negotiation, it can't be without a price, right?"

"Of course, my father mentioned it to me, and I'm already prepared."

Louis tensed his face: "This is not one or two, but the life and death of millions of people; if it can be exchanged for a small price, no matter how you compare it, it is worthwhile."

The voice fell, the elf girl did not speak, but her eyes were slightly sad.

"In fact, I can probably guess what the other party will offer." Louis continued with a calm expression, and strolled into the room: "Allow the Holy See to build a church in the New World, ban the Ecumenical Church and the Faithful Alliance, and eradicate the Old God Sect. Belief."

"If this step is achieved, the Holy See and the Crusaders may be able to allow most of the people to survive, and then execute and imprison some important criminals."

"The Free Confederation...should be able to win its independence under the supervision of the Holy See and under the control of the Empire."

Independence... The elf girl seemed to have heard something absurd, and looked at him a little puzzled: "Can this... also be called independence?"

"No." Louis' eyes were as determined as ever: "But from the current situation, this is the best result that the Free Confederation and the Thirteen Colonies can achieve."

"Even as far as I know, that's what most people expect; I'm not talking about anyone else but those who chanted for dignity, freedom and independence from start to finish: Polina Frey, Reinhard Roland, Bishop Ruibo...and many liberals in the colonies, the colonists who paid their blood and tears for the war, all think so."

"how about you?"

"I?"

Louis was stunned for a moment, and his eyes became clearer: "Of course I am the same, I am prepared for the worst."

"War is like this. Before winning, you must prepare for failure; success is not necessarily a fluke, but failure is not impossible; sacrifice... is something that must be given up when taking that step."

The elf girl no longer asked.

She lowered her head, as if she was struggling with something, struggling there, uneasy, angry, sad... Beneath her calm expression, the turbulent sea engulfed the sky.

But in the end, it was still calm.

"Okay." Freya looked at Louis, her trembling lips desperately squeezed out a smile: "Since I'm ready, I don't seem to have any good way to stop you."

"Hey... think about it, there have been so many opportunities, but I... I really want to never be able to stop you; this is really... I really want to, but in the end it always..."

"Freyya!"

Suddenly, the serious young knight interrupted the elf girl and rushed forward in three steps, his eyes full of guilt: "Listen to me... I..."

"I know! It's not fair to you! It's not fair, but this time I have to carry... it's too heavy! I... three days and three nights... I think about it all the time, and I want the best of both worlds. good way, but no!"

"Only at times like this do I feel more and more that I'm not who I want to be, and I'm also selfish, ruthless, and greedy! I...I..."

"Pfft-"

Looking at the young knight who was sweating profusely, the elf girl laughed out loud: "Louis...even though he is more mature than before, his heart still hasn't changed."

"Hey...how can you not suffer from bad people like Anson Bach?"

"It's okay, just let him take advantage, I don't care." Louis also smiled: "Anyway... it's the last time."

"Ah, the last, the last?"

"at last."

Louis nodded slightly and smiled brightly: "If you want the Holy See to accept the status quo, how can you do without a suitable culprit?"

"Since we are looking for the culprit, is there a more appropriate person than the Marshal of the New World Legion, the person with the highest status in the Free Confederation in name?"

Um? !

The elf girl who finally realized that she might have guessed wrong, widened her eyes, and finally showed a panicked look: "Wait, wait..."

"No, can't wait any longer!"

The smiling young knight steals the road again, and slams Freya's shoulders with both hands—with the strength of an elf girl, she can burn the person in front of her to ashes in an instant.

But now... she found that she couldn't move, she could only stare blankly at Louis Bernard supporting her, and slowly knelt down on one knee: "This negotiation, I bet all my beliefs, the best is the worst. planned; so many things, can no longer wait."

"Freya Mosesfield, you..."

"...will you marry me and be Louis Bernard's wife?"

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