I Will Be The Crowned King

Although Anson doesn't know why Alan Dawn is so confident in himself, and the other party is most likely the eyeliner that Luther Franz placed beside him, but...

Well, it is indeed a pleasant thing to have such a person who spares no effort to praise himself around the corner - at least Anson himself feels very happy.

The two walked into the agency building. An Sen, who had been here once, came to the door of Teacher Erich's office with ease, knocked a few times, and then pushed in after hearing the reply from the door.

The moment he saw the appearance of the person who walked into the room, the officer who was sitting at the desk immediately showed an embarrassed look, and his dodging eyes revealed a very complicated mood.

"Really... I'm very sorry, I didn't expect this to be so troublesome at first." The middle-aged officer said crampedly, taking out two wine glasses from the wine rack behind him in a bit of a hurry:

"At the beginning, I had already negotiated with the army, and they promised not to entangle this matter too much... But the guards suddenly jumped out and intervened, saying that you had something to do with the murder of the Steel Sky. A great relationship, and then all the certificates and documents were withheld!"

"A fool can see that this is simply messing around, covering up their recent unfavorable handling of the case, and has yet to solve the inner city riots and the old gods; but there is no way, the guards have a very special status within the army, and then Coupled with the conflict between the Army and the Church of Order..."

Teacher Erich, who became more and more depressed, sighed, raised his glass and raised his head to take a gulp of dark beer.

"You don't have to blame yourself, Teacher Erich." Anson sat down and comforted: "This matter has been the consequence of my own reckless decision from the beginning, and I am grateful for your willingness to lend a hand. It's over."

"Help... I wonder if I'm doing a disservice now." Erich smiled bitterly: "Since the guards came that day, I seem to be worried that I will secretly help you take out the documents while they are away. , has been sending people to stay in the document office upstairs, and there are people on shifts 24 hours a day."

"But because of these people, the speed of processing documents here is much faster, which saves me a lot of work... Hehe, it's a good thing."

After laughing at himself helplessly, the depressed middle-aged officer raised his glass and sighed.

"So now the document office is owned by someone, right?"

Just as Anson was thinking about how to comfort the other party, a slightly immature but serious voice sounded behind him.

"Uh... yes." Teacher Erich lowered his eyes and looked at the figure with only half of his head behind the desk, and turned to Anson with some stunned eyes:

"Is this your son?"

"puff!"

An Sen, who had just picked up the wine glass, choked and almost sprayed the middle-aged officer's face.

"My name is Alan Down, a former monastery priest, and now Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach's clerk." The smiling teenager stepped on his feet, looked up at Erich behind the table, and desperately raised his small hand to reach out To each other:

"Nice to meet you, Faculty Erich, and thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to provide us with such an important message!"

"It's all right." Shaking hands with the teenager, Erich smiled reluctantly before looking at Anson: "Or you two wait here for a while, and I'll finish the work at hand and join you again. Go to the document office, maybe..."

"Thank you, but I don't need to bother you anymore." The smiling young man politely refused:

"Master Anson Bach and Teacher Erich, please rest here for a while, and leave the rest of the chores to me to complete - please rest assured, it will not be delayed too long."

After that, Alan, who was carrying a leather bag, walked out of the room and closed the door from the outside very intimately.

Looking at the closed door, Teacher Erich, who was holding the wine glass, was a little stunned. After being silent for a while, he put down the wine glass and stared at Anson with complicated eyes:

"...So, you really took refuge in the Franz family?"

Nodding slightly, An Sen said very lightly:

"I don't have a choice."

The middle-aged officer sighed and nodded silently: "Indeed."

After accepting Ludwig's "kindness" and being targeted by the Guards because of the murder of the Steel Sky, Anson has no future at all in the Army; except for the fact that he completely turned to Franz, who represented the Church of Order. Outside of the family, there is indeed no second way to choose.

Of course, as a graduate, he can also choose to enter the military academy as a teaching assistant, or join a security company that is recruiting personnel; but that means still under the control of the army, and there is no security at all. .

In contrast, joining the Church of Order is really a better choice.

"Since that's the case, then you shouldn't come here just for allowances, right? The Franz family is not a stingy employer." Erich raised his glass and said:

"We are all from the Skirmish Division, and if you need help, feel free to speak up."

"Then I'm welcome." The smiling Anson toasted with a wine glass across the table.

This is the second time he has mentioned the "Skip Division" from the opponent's mouth. Although he still doesn't know what it means, it should obviously be related to a certain officer group... After all, the military is the second place in the world to talk about seniority.

"Archbishop Luther Franz gave me a job and asked me to build an infantry regiment of about eight companies within a month to ensure the law and order of the church in the capital." Anson introduced truthfully:

"Most of the preliminary preparations have now been resolved, and the budget for the first phase will be approved soon, but there is still a very difficult problem..."

"You need a group of qualified low-level officers to help you train and build an army, not a bunch of thugs with guns." Erich's mouth twitched after taking the conversation:

"Am i right?"

"That's it."

An Sen nodded solemnly, and couldn't help but let out a wry smile: "Eight companies with more than 1,000 people, at least 20 officers and twice as many non-commissioned officers are required to be regarded as an army; down, but I guess they won't let anyone go."

"Don't guess, they definitely won't." Erich immediately denied:

"Since this troop doesn't even count as a levy, it's almost a private army of the Church of Order... Well, your only hope is those old people who have been discharged from the army, and those boys who just graduated like you-can Tell me about the recruitment criteria and treatment?"

"of course can."

As he spoke, Anson handed over the documents that Allen had prepared earlier.

After looking at it for a while, Erich, who was a little surprised in his eyes, couldn't help but nod: "Yes, this treatment is even better than that of the Guards; I will take the time to find a way to promote it for you, it is estimated that there will be a lot of people. Abandoned the arrangement of the college to apply for a job."

"Thanks a lot then." Anson smiled and nodded.

Just as he was about to continue chatting on this topic~www.novelmt.com~ to inquire about the "Skker Division" from Erich, there was a sudden knock on the door behind him.

"I'm very sorry for disturbing the chat between the two of you. I'm here to report on work."

Accompanied by that slightly immature voice, Alan Dawn, who pushed in the door, bowed to the two of them, and then said plainly: "Master Anson Bach, your graduation certificate and allowance certificate have been processed, As long as you wait for the next delivery to Clovis Cathedral, the results will be available within ten working days."

"It's done?!"

The exclaimed Instructor Erich stood up abruptly, took out his pocket watch subconsciously and glanced at it, and blurted out in disbelief: "It's only 30 minutes, the guys from the Guards handed over the documents obediently, you How did you do it?!"

The boy with the leather bag in both hands stood there, thinking for a second as if recalling, then smiled and said softly:

"Ah, nothing."

"Just to clear up the misunderstanding with those polite gentlemen."