I Will Be The Crowned King

North of the Kingdom of Clovis, the raging sea.

The morning mist shrouded the blue water, and the calm sea was like a clear and transparent mirror, as if you could see the entire underwater world at a glance.

In the drifting fog, a fleet was slashing the waves and sailing northward. The waves that were lifted rhythmically slapped on the ship, leaving traces of waves and foam behind the fleet, which lingered for a long time.

The soft sea breeze blew open the windows of the cabin. Although it was already late November, even the city of Clovis in the south was only one step away from the cold winter; but the endless turbulent sea was not cold. , only the comfort mixed with thick water vapor.

Taking advantage of the refreshing sea breeze, Secretary Alan Dawn, who had just woken up and was still wearing pajamas, lay in front of the desk, opened the diary, and prepared to make up what he owed last night:

"...On November 15th of the 100th year of the saint's calendar, with the cooperation of Brigadier General Taro Cecil, the Storm Division officially set off from the North Harbor to the colony located in the Ice Dragon Fjord, Beluga Harbor.

The high-spirited Lord Anson gave an exciting speech on the deck of the battleship Crown. Unfortunately, no one remembered the content of the speech that day-because in the first five minutes, Lord Anson and two-thirds of the officers all vomited. . "

"… On the 16th, life on the battleship was more comfortable than I could have imagined, the cabins were spacious and comfortable, the love of cleanliness and tidiness among the naval sailors was impressive, and the food was delicious; if not for the limited supply of fresh water and The occasional parasite found in cookies, I even thought I was staying in some fancy Clovis hotel.

Of course, this is mainly because we are on a battleship, and the materials and space are relatively sufficient. I hope that Mr. Anson can get better as soon as possible. "

"...On the seventeenth, I vomited."

"...On the 18th, I vomited."

"...On the 19th, I vomited again."

"...On the 20th, Mr. Ansen's physical condition has improved, and it seems that he is gradually adapting to life at sea."

"...On the 21st, I vomited again, until I was unconscious.

It must be admitted that Miss Lisa Bach is really an extraordinary woman. During the period when Lord Anson was ill, she was always in charge of taking care of the adult's daily life; in addition to cleaning, she also had to make three meals a day by herself.

However, after watching the "Patient Care Package" made by Miss Lisa, I admit that I had doubts, that this is the culprit that caused the adult to be in a coma all day long..."

"...On the 22nd, at the strong request of Lord Anson, Major Carl Bain secretly brought him a bowl of wheat porridge and fried meatballs while Miss Lisa was asleep. Your body recovered a lot that day. But at night, at Miss Lisa's request, she drank the fish soup she cooked by herself.

I will never forget the expression of the fish head exposed in the boiling water that night. "

"...On the 23rd, the lord vomited again, and my suspicions are gradually deepening..."

………………

"Um?!"

Opening his eyes suddenly, An Sen, who suddenly woke up, found himself lying on the bed, his limbs weak, and his body was soaked in cold sweat.

He had just had a nightmare, dreaming that he was sitting in the living room of Lund Manor, and Lisa, covered in blood, came out of Talia's bedroom, holding a cup of "gudugudu" hot coffee with colorful bubbles, and bread wrapped in a thick "ketchup".

"Anson, have breakfast~"

Unconsciously, An Sen took the cup and took a sip, feeling that his teeth slammed into a wet, slippery, elastic ball, so he put down the cup curiously, cast his eyes into the cup, and saw the colorful bubbles, An eyeball wrapped in black hair floats.

Sophia Franz's eyes.

"Cuckoo!"

The bread wrapped in "ketchup" suddenly made a sound of cracking bones, and then...

Then Anson woke up.

Looking at Lisa lying on the coffee table and sleeping soundly, with a smile on her face as if she was an angel from heaven, Anson, who was exhausted and weak, twitched his throat.

He hesitated for a minute, got up and put on his coat and overcoat, then carried the tired girl to the bed, took off his military uniform and boots, and covered the quilt to prevent catching a cold.

After doing all this, An Sen stood on tiptoe, carefully pushed the door out of the room, and followed the outside corridor to the deck.

The turbulent sea in the early morning seemed unusually quiet. As the morning fog gradually dissipated, the bright sunlight sprinkled on the deck and the sea unhindered, and the whole world seemed to be washed by the golden morning light.

If there is any difference between sea and land, it is openness, unimaginable openness.

This is the rough sea.

As an army officer, Anson's knowledge inventory of the navy and the ocean is very lacking. Basically, it is the memories of his previous life and what the "former Anson" learned from the textbooks of the Military Academy.

In his stereotype, the turbulent sea should be an extremely dangerous water area like its name, with storms all the time, waves starting at fifty meters high, bright and dark reefs as many as iron virgins' steel needles, and dozens of carnivores. Foot-sized sea monsters are everywhere...

It's not entirely his guesswork... After all, if that's not the case, how can you explain why the orderly world has not discovered a new continent that is close at hand until the last one or two hundred years?

It is precisely because of this idea that Anson, after sailing for a few days, has a somewhat "deceived" idea; what is this called a turbulent sea, this should clearly be called Taiping...

"Are you awake, are you feeling better?"

Just as Anson was thinking about it, a naval officer appeared behind him, slightly surprised.

Similar to Commodore Tarot, he was wearing a black and white navy uniform, with a wide-brimmed triangle hat slightly different from the army style, spotless white gloves holding the hilt of the saber at his waist, and his slightly bronzed skin was not rough. Instead, it looks more and more sunny, full of alternative vitality different from the countryside and cities.

"It's much stronger than it was at the beginning, at least it won't faint immediately."

Facing the concerned gaze, the pale Anson forced a smile: "Thank you for your concern, Colonel William Cecil."

The officer in front of him is the captain of the battleship Crown under his feet, the son of Commodore Taro Cecil, and the commander-in-chief of the entire "lease fleet" in name.

According to the rules of the Royal Navy, the captain of a battleship must at least be a brigadier general, not to mention a fleet commander; a colonel, no matter how old and experienced, can only be in charge of commanding a cruiser.

But this time the storm division's "request for help" allowed Commodore Tarot to see some kind of opportunity-because the mission itself was on the bright side, but the two parties did not clearly write the specific name of the leased battleship.

Therefore, despite the many obstacles, the brigadier general made his own son to become the captain of a battleship as a colonel; although this mission could not be registered, let alone publicized, but within the navy, whether he actually commanded A battleship is an extremely important qualification even for generals.

In a sense, Colonel William Cecil in front of him is even more exaggerated than Major General Ludwig - after all, the major general only served as the commander-in-chief of the levy, and this man has actually become a former capital ship. captain.

Although he is the absolute "second generation of power" in the naval system, William does not have the same temperament as Ludwig did, and he does not even feel the inherent disdain and hostility of the navy towards the army.

"Obviously I've never been to the seaside, and I've never been on a boat, so I've been able to adapt so quickly?" William showed a look of praise:

"Colonel Anson Bach, maybe you might be better suited to be a navy."

"I sat there once when I was in Hantu, but it didn't take very long." An Sen responded casually, wanting to skip this topic as soon as possible: "Do you usually get up so early?"

"Of course, going to bed early and getting up early is always a habit that a naval officer must develop; at sea, maintaining health and cleanliness is a matter of life and death, and there is no room for any carelessness."

William said solemnly, but quickly smiled again: "Speaking of this, do you want to have something to eat together-I mean, if that Miss Lisa didn't prepare breakfast for you..."

"Then I'm welcome!"

Anson resolutely agreed, and he had an infinite goodwill towards William in his heart.

Breakfast at sea can't be complicated, even on a battleship, in addition to biscuits, seafood and pickles, there are only drinks.

For some reason that couldn't be stated directly, under William's bewildered gaze, Anson refused the hot coffee with great determination and asked for a glass of rum instead.

"Is it some kind of Army-specific tradition to drink early in the morning?" William asked curiously.

"Yes, and it has a very long history."

Anson, who was lying, did not change his face, and used the Royal Army to block his gun: "Because the army's drink is a light beer brewed with wheat, which can provide the required calories for a day's march."

"Oh?!"

William suddenly realized: "Could it be that this is the secret of the Wang Family's invincibility?!"

"Exactly!" Anson continued nonsense:

"When I was at the Military Academy, I studied skirmishers, and I have seen such a document - in the first year of the saint's calendar, at the end of the sectarian split war, in order to prevent a church coalition army from attacking the empire northward, Clovis rushed to the south from the south. The fortress sent a small force of reinforcements to intercept it, but fell into the enemy's trap; the brave and fearless Clovis warriors fought hard for seven days and nights, even being cut off from the water source, but in the end they persisted until the moment when the reinforcements arrived, guess why ?"

"Light beer?!"

"That's right~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It was with the water and nutrients provided by light beer that this army withstood physical exhaustion and attrition, and cooperated with the reinforcements to defeat the enemy-and because of this, the officers and soldiers of the army were able to Get into the habit of drinking too much.”

"So that's what happened." William nodded solemnly, and even said solemnly: "I will consider writing your statement into a report and report it to the Admiralty - you won't have any comments, will you?"

"Of course not. Everyone works for the kingdom and His Majesty, so there should be no distinction between them." Anson waved his hand very generously:

"Let this report be the first bridge to resolve the conflict between the two sides!"

Well, then if it really happens in the end, immediately arrange for Miss Sophia to buy a few breweries in the grain-producing area of ​​the northern province to help the navy brothers drink high-quality, low-priced light beer.

Just as Anson's thoughts began to spread to the third floor, a voice suddenly sounded outside the restaurant that evoked his dream:

"Anson, have breakfast~"