I Will Be The Crowned King

"Please come in."

Gently putting down the coffee cup in his hand, Anson said as he stood up from the sofa.

The closed door was slowly pushed open, and William Gottfried, who was hiding in the shadows, carefully stuck his head out from behind, like some kind of rodent, observing the surrounding environment.

The room is large, spacious, and bright. The fireplace that emits light is set against the sofa, blankets and warm-toned wallpaper, which makes people feel relaxed and vigilant.

"What to drink, rum, red wine, or coffee?"

Although he said so, Anson had already walked to the fireplace and skillfully fiddled with the coffee pot, and the rich fragrance filled the entire room.

William cautiously bowed, pressed his hat to his chest cautiously, hesitated for a few seconds before saying:

"Coffee, don't add sugar and milk, thank you."

"Do you like drinking pure?"

"I don't like it that much, but the doctors in the college once forced me to drink more milk and eat more sugar. I hate being asked to come and go in my life, so..." William shrugged.

Holding two cups of hot coffee, An Sen turned around and looked at the "genius scholar" who was described as haggard, with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, who was about to engrave "malnutrition" on his forehead. :

"They may be right."

"I know, I just hate the way they speak."

William nodded lightly, glanced at the sofa with blankets and cushions next to it, and took a deep breath: "Can I sit down - my legs are not very good, and the doctor said I'd better not stand for too long."

I don't like sugar and milk, but I'm willing to sit, so it's all determined by the tone... Anson couldn't help but complained in his heart, but the smile on his face remained:

"Of course, please take a seat."

Taking the hot coffee handed by the commander-in-chief, William, who was seated, let out a long sigh of relief. His undulating chest and breathing range seemed to prove that the short journey just now had consumed most of his physical strength.

Anson looked at the "technical consultant" who had been instructed by Sophia from top to bottom. There was nothing special about his appearance, it could even be said to be extremely ordinary.

To be more precise, he didn't have even a trace of blood power or aura related to the Three Old Gods.

As for the legendary ancient runes that can summon evil gods or use magic... To be honest, he prefers to believe that Cole Dorian and the others really misunderstood, or just provided a suitable excuse for arresting him, but there are actually other reasons.

This is not his random speculation. Similar things are not uncommon for the Inquisition, especially when it comes to the academy professors - the Church of Order's management of "knowledge" is extremely strict. Any scholars suspected of advance research or technology leaks, There is almost no chance of being spared.

Searching or arresting just because of "knowledge" really can't be used as an above-mentioned excuse. They can only be charged with "suspected magic" or "heretic research" to avoid affecting the reputation of the church.

The Associate Professor William Gottfried in front of him, in Anson's eyes, should also be one of the unlucky people targeted by the church's "knowledge blockade".

"I've always believed that judging people by their appearance is not a skill worth studying."

William, who was holding a coffee cup in both hands, suddenly said.

Um? !

A little dazed, An Sen pursed the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "You... what do you mean?"

"No, it's a matter of fact - colleagues in sociology have put forward the idea that a general assessment of a person can be made from observations of looks, dress, habits and facial details; Skills and other disciplines are less rigorously called 'judging people by their appearance'."

William explained: "Through my observation of you just now, I subjectively believe that your existence is the most powerful refutation of this discipline."

"A young man who is keen on history, archaeology, supernatural and mysterious phenomena, according to the views of his beloved sociology colleagues, must have the characteristics of being more perceptive, slender in heart, and more susceptible to external influences."

"And you seem to have the exact opposite of these qualities, realistic, rational, confident, organized; pardon my offense, I don't see a young history buff, but... a high-ranking deacon of a large chamber of commerce or a bank. "

Anson's eyes narrowed:

"You know me?"

"No, we should meet for the first time today, Your Excellency Brigadier General Anson Bach." William shook his head:

"But I did hear about you from Professor Mace Hornard, who mentioned that he had a very good student who was transferred to the Royal Military Academy due to the awakening of the power of blood... and it happened to be the name of the commander-in-chief of the Colonial Legion. , exactly like that student."

He knew Mace Hornard? !

An Sen, who was astonished in his heart, nodded slightly, with a look of nostalgia and regret in his eyes: "Yes, he is my favorite history professor, and also my very important mentor... Once."

"It is precisely because of his evaluation of you that I recognize the fact that sociology is a pseudoscience."

Taking a sip of coffee, William didn't seem to want to continue on this topic: "Your clerk told me that Governor Sophia Franz has appointed me as a consultant to the colony, responsible for solving technical problems for you."

"That's what happened." Anson was also happy to change the subject quickly, so as not to let the other party find out that he was more involved with Mace Hornard, and why he did not meet his judgment of "judging people by appearance":

"She said that you are an excellent mathematician and proficient in practical technology, and we are currently lacking talents in this area."

This slightly touted introduction made William frown slightly: "That's all she said?"

An Sen was stunned for a few seconds, but still smiled:

"...What do you mean?"

"I'm a criminal wanted by the trial. The charge is for the study of evil gods and heresy." William's expression was very puzzled:

"Did she not tell you such important information?"

Looking at his surprised and serious expression, Anson was suddenly at a loss for words.

Even a nerd who can't speak, shouldn't be stupid enough to say "I'm a wanted criminal" in front of others, like "What did you eat last night" casually, right?

Facts have proved that he still underestimates the other party.

He is now basically certain that this Associate Professor William Gottfried should have no normal social experience at all, and his life is very subjective. He never considers other people's feelings. type.

Just from these few minutes of communication, Anson could imagine how embarrassed Miss Franz was, her white cheeks turned into pink eggs after communicating with him.

But now that he spoke, Anson couldn't continue to pretend to be indifferent, so he chuckled: "Yes, she did mention this little thing."

"However, we have always thought that this must have been a misunderstanding, which led the Truth-seeking Order to think that you might be involved with the Old God Sect; this is not a strange thing, there are not a few innocent people arrested every year because of similar situations, most In the end, it's just nothing, I believe that your crime is definitely..."

"it is true."

William suddenly said: "They did have a misunderstanding, but... it was just a wrong direction. I did come into contact with some projects that the church had explicitly banned from researching."

"So they were right to arrest me, although they got it wrong, or maybe they did it on purpose."

An Sen, who was stolen, hesitated to speak, and his smile froze on his face.

"In short, they thought the ancient runes I was studying could summon the evil god, cast magic, or both summon the evil **** and cast magic, obviously I can't."

William didn't seem to notice Anson's expression at all, and continued to talk to himself: "With the help of runes, I can communicate with many beings that I couldn't communicate with before, and sense subtle changes that normal people can't perceive... This is a very special I've only discovered a small part of it so far, and I guess St Isaac should know more."

"If I can describe it, it's like a communication tool...just like the language and writing we use, but in a slightly different way from normal writing; if it can be rolled out on a large scale, I think it can greatly improve benefit society."

"It's a pity that my colleagues, the Church of Order and the people in the Judgment, don't think so."

"Obviously, that's because they don't know how to respect you and the value of this discipline, but Moby Dick is different."

Although his heart was already rolling his eyes frantically, in order to make the other party act for him obediently, Anson could only follow his words: "You can make any demands, and if you can satisfy them, Moby Dick and the Storm Legion will do their best to satisfy them."

"Of course, the premise is that you must complete the tasks given to you by the colony and the legion; the most important thing right now is that we urgently need a batch of high-quality and cheap weapons and equipment to arm the legion and the colony's militia to be expanded."

"Equipment?" William chewed on the word and pressed the hot coffee cup to his chest:

"You want me to help you design a new weapon?"

"I hope you can find a way to speed up the production efficiency of military factories and steel plants. It is best to optimize some unnecessary production processes and ensure sufficient equipment." Anson has begun to ignore the other party's frequent interruptions:

"Of course, if you can design it."

"For example?"

William raised his eyebrows.

"for example……"

Anson took a deep breath: "An infantry weapon that combines muskets and melee combat requires the design to be as simple as possible, which can be used by people with little training, and the lower the material requirements, the better; there is also a support weapon, which does not require too much range. It has to be far, but it has to provide fire deterrence, the structure must be light, and it can be operated by two or three people.”

Yes, he was deliberately embarrassing the other party, but at the same time, it was also out of practical considerations.

Since the indigenous people are to form a shooting army, it is natural to give them corresponding arms. The problem is that the equipment that can be obtained now is not suitable.

The Leiden rifle is cheap enough and simple and durable, but as a front-loading rifle, its training cost is actually not low, and the shooting steps are at least twice as complicated as that of a rear-loading rifle like Leopold. Taitong's Aboriginal Society is quite difficult.

As for Leopold... Its original intention is to reduce the learning cost of infantry mastery, improve the success rate of firing, and at the same time, custom-made paper shell bullets can also reduce the logistical pressure - but it is too expensive, and it is too expensive to equip the Storm Legion Anson. not enough.

Another kind of support weapon is the idea of ​​​​the officer corps. Because the expansion of the corps leads to a shortage of troops, Leo, the commander of the Fourth Infantry, suggested that each infantry regiment or battalion be provided with a support weapon to make up for the lack of firepower caused by the lack of soldiers.

Anson's original idea was to equip each regiment with an additional gun, but the problem is that the number of guns does not allow him to do so, and the six-pounder gun is somewhat cumbersome for an infantry regiment if it is not for positional warfare; but if Replaced with a three-pounder or an Imperial four-pounder, the firepower is obviously insufficient.

After many discussions, the current opinion is to equip each battalion with several organ guns - this is to tie several dozen rifles in a row to the gun carriage, and fire collectively when needed to suppress the shooting. .

If in the old continent battlefield, this inefficient weapon is almost at the same level as a toy; but here is the new world, whether it is street fighting or dealing with small groups of enemies that suddenly appear in the wild, it is still useful at medium and close range, and It is very simple to manufacture...it is a forced choice.

But since this Associate Professor William Gottfried is willing, he is also happy to find something for the other party.

"Okay, I understand~www.wuxiamtl.com~ As if he didn't realize the "maliciousness" in Anson's words, William nodded and looked at him seriously with a pair of dark circles: "Two weeks... no, one week Within a week, I will give you the plan. If there is no problem, I will spend another week to draw the design sketch to the military factory, and give the sample within 30 working days at the latest. "

"Then I'll wait and see."

Anson chuckled and put down the coffee cup in his hand, not paying too much attention to this promise.

Just when he got up and was about to send the other party away, William suddenly said again:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, have you been having some strange dreams recently?"

"……dream?"

"Yes, I'm not sure about the content, but... it's probably related to the Three Old Gods, magic, indescribable knowledge, and some flashbacks of memories from the dark ages." William speculated:

"This kind of dream usually happens to the caster who is about to undergo a mutation. As the relationship between him and the type of magic he is in contact with becomes closer, the dream will become more and more real, and eventually it is impossible to distinguish between dream and reality. The other situation is the result of the existence of a very high-level existence around and constantly exerting influence on the victim.”

"All in all, I suggest that you observe the people around you and your daily diet, because this influence usually requires some kind of medium... That's it, farewell."

After speaking, William put down the coffee that was barely touched in his hand, turned and left the living room.

Only Anson Bach, who was standing there, was left dumbfounded.