I Will Be The Crowned King

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Under the bright morning light, the airship "Heart of Compassion", which was floating above the royal court of Iser, slowly turned and sailed into the distance under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, until it disappeared at the end of the horizon.

"Just leave like this?"

Carl Bain, who was holding the monocular, squinted his eyes, trying to find the little "black spot" under the dome, with a weird look on his face.

"Why, you still want to keep them for a drink?"

An Sen, who was sitting next to him, asked back with a smile. He took out a pipe from his clothes and held it to his mouth. The smoke wafted out from the lit tobacco and overlapped with the morning light.

"Of course I didn't mean that! I mean..." Carl, who rolled his eyes, squinted and looked back and forth between Anson's delicate and small briar pipe and the cigarette in his hand:

"When did you get into pipe smoking, I remember you swapped your tobacco quota for coffee and rum?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly feel that I should have a little hobby to make life more beautiful." Anson shrugged.

It turns out it's really necessary to develop a little habit or two; especially if you don't know when you're going to bump into a spellcaster, or when you're unprepared and forced to do labor by a group of inquisitors .

Those inconspicuous "little habits" are especially important at such times - especially when you carry a pocket watch, pipe, bowler hat, revolver, diary, monocle...it is actually a magic tool .

Of course, in this era when the old gods were completely banned, those inconspicuous magic items were not only expensive and extremely rare, but it was also difficult to find truly reliable sellers.

Very fortunately, he knew a second-order dealer who would never dare to cheat him.

Although most magic items don't really improve strength, most of them have a single effect, and are completely ineffective against experienced talent and profane mage-level spellcasters, they are enough for most situations.

"So you still haven't answered my question - why did these guys leave so soon?"

"Because I can't."

Before Anson could speak, Fabian suddenly appeared behind the two, holding two bottles of rum and a bottle of beer: "According to the agreement reached at the second public order meeting, all troops affiliated with the church are not allowed to be here. Any country stays too long."

"Of course, the Inquisition is not restricted in this regard, but the Knights of Judgment are different."

"I remember that the Elf King has not signed an agreement to allow the Knights to settle in?" Carl asked with a confused look, taking the rum he threw.

"Yes... But for such a big thing, it's not enough for the Iser elf to talk about himself." Fabian said lightly, and handed another bottle of rum with the cork removed to Anson:

"Things like this that break the established principles, even if you use the pretext of 'completely annihilating the remnants of the old gods', you must at the very least obtain the permission of the emperor - after all, he is the whole order in name. world leader."

"Nominal leader... Then what are we Clovis people?" Carl raised his eyebrows:

"A restless hillbilly who makes trouble all day long?"

Fabian, who raised the corners of his mouth, didn't answer and took a sip of beer.

Opposite the three of them, the members of the Truth Seeking Order boarded the carriage early, surrounded by a group of Clovis cavalry; except for the damaged one on their bodies, these judges could hardly find any difference from the previous ones.

"This is the situation, we have to take a step first." Cole Dorian, who was extremely embarrassed, said casually:

"Although this mission can't be considered a complete success, there have been many accidents, and I almost used the will that I have treasured for many years, but we all survived... Don't thank me, this is what I should do. "

Looking at the guy with a smile on his face and a little complacent, An Sen with a twitching mouth turned his eyes to the female judge behind him involuntarily.

Sera Virgil nodded slightly, and revealed the answer to Anson: "The report of the trial court is out, and the application of former Chief Judge Lawrence is approved, and Cole Dorian will take over his position."

Oh……

The three people holding the wine bottle suddenly realized at the same time - although two of them were just here to join in the fun.

"It's nothing to do with that!"

Staring at the female judge, the "current chief judge" rolled his eyes and emphasized, "I'm not happy because of myself, but because everyone is still alive, understand?!"

Sierra Virgil turned her head and met her blushing colleague with no sorrow or joy: "Captain Cole."

"Why? And... just call me Cole Dorian, I'm not used to such a nasty name."

"It's nothing, I just want to clarify one thing." The female judge was expressionless: "No one cares about the reason you are happy - except yourself."

Cole Dorian: "...you just like to tear me down on purpose, right?"

"It's...thanks to someone's constant encouragement."

Sera's mouth twitched in a smirk.

The Chief Inquisitor, whose cheeks were twitching, turned around and walked towards the carriage without saying a word.

The three Anson standing beside them looked around, pretending they couldn't see them flirting there.

"We're leaving, Your Excellency Anson Bach." The female judge retracted her gaze and looked at a deputy commander who pretended not to exist:

"We will report to Archbishop Clovis about the situation of the Knights of Judgment; you don't need to worry about this matter, we are judges, but we are also Clovis."

"Please don't worry about the rest of the trivial matters. As long as you always keep your faith in the Ring of Order in your heart, the church will never treat its devout believers badly."

"I understand." An Sen put down the bottle and said sternly.

The impact and consequences of this incident are far beyond the scope of his own, an army colonel, who can interfere; within the same church system of order, it is impossible for the Knights to blatantly violate their promises with a large diocese archbishop for no reason. .

According to the performance of Archbishop Luther Franz, he probably does not want to immediately expand the influence of the Church in the entire world and break the order established by the Second Public Order Conference; however, there must be conservatives and radicals, ruling knights The head of the regiment apparently held the opposite view.

However, although it is radical, it seems that the Knights of Judgment made a concession in the last step; otherwise, with the current situation of the Iser Royal Court, they can directly declare the occupation - relying on the dozens of artillery pieces of the Storm Division, Ansen even doubts the whole Can the Southern Corps hold out for ninety minutes in front of the airships.

Sierra Virgil nodded slightly and turned to leave.

"So where are we going next?"

Looking at the backs of the judges, Carl Bain, who pretended to be transparent for a long time, couldn't help but ask: "It's not our turn to be a beautiful job like being an occupying army in the Royal Court of Iser, right?"

In this kind of matter, the entire Storm Division has always been very self-aware - they have already robbed so much credit for the "siege of the Royal Court of Iser", if the occupying army is also them, even if Major General Ludwig can bear it, the whole The officer corps of the Southern Corps couldn't bear it either.

What's more, there is no need for this at all. After all, the purpose of fishing has been achieved, and these people still understand the reason that it is too much.

They have already fought the damned battle, and the money they should have earned has been put into their pockets.

The cannon fodders of the Storm Division are very satisfied with their current state from top to bottom.

Including Anson.

On the night of sending Louis off, he also met with Miss Talia, who had borrowed Lisa's body, before returning to the camp; according to her, his treatment had been put on the agenda within the Army, and when it came time to be alarmed The degree of the Privy Council!

At that time, she seemed to be quite excited, with a faint blush on her face, and she was even excited to reveal to herself a very crucial piece of news-Miss Sophia Franz used her "tabloid alliance" to successfully force Clovis The two major newspapers made concessions.

The specific method of "concession" is reflected in the commitment of the two newspapers to make "fair and objective" reports on the news of the Storm Division's siege of the Royal Court of Iser.

In a word, steady.

"According to the plan, it should be to return to Eagle Point City first, then go to Baita City to solve the rest of Hantu." An Sen speculated:

"If you are lucky, maybe some people will be left to participate in the negotiation ceremony of the Iser elves."

"The rest?" Carl froze for a moment, frowning slightly:

"You mean Carindia's indemnity?"

"There are also the handover of the prisoners of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, the reconstruction of the port of Carindia, the arms sales contract with the Francois family, the expiration of the lease of the White Tower City... There are so many things to do." Anson helplessly flattened. Flat mouth, unscrupulously enjoying the troubles of happiness.

If it was in the past, these troubles had nothing to do with his small levy commander, but now he can intervene recklessly... By the way, make the last buck before leaving.

Cough cough... No, it should be done for the great Hantu people before leaving, or go back with any regrets.

After all, the iron rice bowl also has the troubles of the iron rice bowl. For example, the army is also under the control of the army, and any action must be asked to the superior as soon as possible; and once you become the garrison of Clovis City, you can imagine such a looting in Hantu... Cough, cough... It is definitely impossible to act recklessly.

Counting the cost of the last arms sale, and then transferring some of the unimportant captives to Hantu at a high price, after deducting the profits of the Rune family and the dividends of Sophia, the major shareholder, Anson Bach found that he was only a short distance away from financial freedom. It's the last step.

"You don't have to go back to Hantu."

Just as the three of them began to think about it, a cold voice shattered their sweet dreams.

The frost-faced Lieutenant Colonel Roman stepped forward and handed a letter to Anson at the same time: "Order from the army - the entire Storm Division army goes to Eagle Point City and immediately goes north, and rushes to Clovis City along the line of communication!"

"Clovis?!"

Even if they had guessed it vaguely, the three of them couldn't help but be moved when they were actually notified.

"This is the highest instruction of the Army's Supreme Staff, and it was sent before the war-no matter which unit conquers the royal court, it must execute the order immediately." Lieutenant Colonel Roman said solemnly:

"The work of Han Soil and Isir will be taken over by other units of the Southern Legion; Major General Ludwig has defeated the last remaining Isir army of elves, and will arrive at Antler Fortress in three days at the latest. ."

"So you don't have to worry, just follow the new order... Colonel Anson Bach."

Colonel... Anson's mouth moved.

If I remember correctly, this should be the most polite time he has been to himself.

"Can I ask why?" Fabian frowned, faintly feeling that this matter was not that simple:

"Even if it's an order from the army, it's too strange - usually the army that conquers the enemy's capital should at least leave part of it to participate in the surrender ceremony, even if it is not an occupying force."

"Because this situation is not 'usual', Lieutenant Colonel Fabien."

Lieutenant Colonel Roman looked sideways at the former Guards officer: "Don't have any doubts about the army's order, because this is also the opinion of Archbishop Luther Franz - believe me, they are protecting you."

"Protect?"

"You don't think that this war is what you see in your eyes, right?" Roman said coldly: "Or is it the first time that the Church of Order has interfered with the outside world since the forty-seventh year of the saint's calendar, just using an empty boat to release it. It's just a one-night ceremony?"

"The war has begun, and it's only a matter of time before the gunfire starts."

"Then this..." Anson raised the blank envelope in his hand.

"Ticket - a steam train called 'Arctic Storm' has been packaged by the Southern Legion and is waiting for you in Oak Town. She is responsible for bringing you back to Clovis City." Roman looked at him:

"This is a gift prepared by Major General Ludwig for you. It is an apology to make up for his inability to come to participate in the siege of the Royal Court of Iser."

"Understood... Thank you to Major General for me." An Sen nodded slightly without thinking much.

"understood."

The expressionless Roman nodded ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and then turned to leave.

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing."

Before taking two steps, he suddenly stopped: "If conditions permit, I suggest you arrive at Oak Town before November 10."

November 10, isn't that only thirteen days... An Sen was startled: "Why?"

"Because the major general has booked your tickets for November 10, if you are late, you will have to return to Clovis City on foot." Roman turned his head and said to the three with a blank expression:

"Oh, the number of your storm division is used on the other ticket, so whether you sit or not, you will have to pay for the chartered car."

"Together with... that steam train when you set off from Clovis City, it's all on your account."

After speaking, Roman walked away.

Anson Bach: "..."