I Will Be The Crowned King

The voice fell, and Sophia's expression instantly froze.

For a moment, she felt from the bottom of her heart that she must have heard it wrong, because her father said it too casually and she was too nervous. As a result, she accidentally heard the word as...

"So do you want to?"

The archbishop turned his head to look at his girl, and put the book in his arms on the coffee table, as if he didn't notice any abnormality: "This is not a task or order, it's all voluntary, if you don't want to be, I will It will never be forced..."

"When what?"

The girl's eyes widened in a daze, like someone who thought she had hallucinated from the bottom of her heart, and asked as she tried desperately to confirm.

"Governor." The Archbishop repeated, helping her to make sure she wasn't hallucinating:

"To be more precise, the colonial governor, with Beluga Harbor as the center, including the entire Ice Dragon Fjord, with a population of about a hundred thousand, rich in various seafood, wood, leather, iron ore and coal mine... What do you think?"

In order to let her daughter know the situation, Archbishop Luther even enthusiastically introduced it; but to Sophia, who was so shocked that she couldn't think at all, it was of no use.

The spacious living room was suddenly quiet, and the archbishop, who no longer spoke, silently watched his daughter, waiting for her reply.

After nearly a minute, the girl who seemed to have been petrified finally regained her senses. She kept a stiff smile and asked in her calmest voice:

"Before you answer, can you tell me the reason?"

"reason?"

The Archbishop raised his brows, thought about it for two minutes, and then gave an answer that couldn't pick out any mistakes:

"Because there is no Governor in Ice Dragon Fjord, we need one now - and I think you are very suitable."

"I…?!"

The corners of Sophia's mouth twitched unnaturally. She resisted some kind of urge in her heart that was about to burst, choked the blood in her throat, and barely kept a smile:

"Ice Dragon Fjord hasn't had a Governor for the past 50 years, why is it suddenly needed now? Also, as far as I know, Clovis has only ever had a Queen in history, not to mention a colony, not even a Mayor. No one has ever been a woman, so why do you think your daughter is special... suitable?"

Sophia, who forced herself to remain calm, asked without gnashing her teeth at all.

"There are many reasons, but the most important... This is what they asked for themselves." Facing his daughter's questioning, the archbishop remained emotionally stable as always:

"According to Clovis's practice, His Majesty personally selects the post of Governor, and he can bypass the Privy Council and directly identify his favorite candidate."

"It is not modest to say that with the friendship between me and Carlos II, he is likely to ask for my ideas, so I want to ask the most suitable person I think first, my daughter - dear Sophia, that is your thoughts."

"In addition, this 'Governor' is just an honorary title, and has no real power in the real sense, so it does not involve the kingdom's long-standing practice. In theory, His Majesty can appoint anyone."

"Honorary Governor?"

As soon as the voice fell, Sophia's face showed a puzzled expression: "I, I don't remember the history of Clovis... No, even if there was such an honorary title in the history of the empire."

"Dear daughter, I'm not questioning your historical achievements, but in fact... we do have."

"Oh, how many are there?"

"One." The archbishop said solemnly:

"Isn't that what it is?"

Sophia: "..."

Although it was not the first time, the girl still wanted to leave the house with her little maid Angelica from the bottom of her heart, and just rent an apartment outside, and no longer had to get along with the "beloved father" day and night—— Although she knew it was impossible.

It was also only at such times that she would feel that the stupid Ludwig brother, who was occasionally clever, knew how to use war as an excuse to stay on the battlefield thousands of miles away.

He was right - even if hundreds of cannons exploded in unison, it was more pleasing to the ear than his father's gentle words.

"Okay, let me ask another question."

The ugly girl and her father looked at each other, and silently walked to the sofa opposite him and sat down: "This is Anson Bach's proposal, right?"

"You really know him." The archbishop did not show any surprise:

"However, considering that he is now in Beluga Harbor, and still stubbornly believes that the Storm Division is your army, it doesn't seem surprising to guess that."

"What exactly is he trying to do?" Sophia said coldly and directly.

"It wasn't mentioned in the letter, but I guess it's probably to prevent the royal family from appointing a real governor to compete with him, the garrison commander-in-chief, right?"

"I really want to tell him that this is just overthinking, but it probably doesn't mean anything to someone who is too cautious like him; if that's the case, just appoint an honorary governor whom he can absolutely trust or trust."

Hearing this answer, Sophia's mood didn't improve at all: "So... you think I'm very suitable?"

The Archbishop picked up the coffee, leaned on the sofa and nodded slightly.

"Then do you think I can make him absolutely trust me, or can I be absolutely reassured?"

The girl with a cold face continued to ask.

"I do have my own opinion, but I think you already have the answer deep down in your heart, so..." The Archbishop took a sip of coffee and looked at his daughter who was about to explode with anger:

"Would you like to be this governor-even honorably?"

Sophia pursed her lips tightly, a deep feeling of being humiliated and underestimated lingering in her chest, causing her inner anger to soar, as if it were a volcano that could erupt at any time.

But just when she decided to categorically refuse and slammed out the door, a flash of enlightenment suddenly flashed in her heart.

So the furious Sophia turned back to the eldest daughter of Franz, who was graceful in the sunset, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, and showed her father a gentle smile:

"Of course I do, this is a rare honor, it is my honor to get it, and it also belongs to the entire Franz family - after the order of the world for a thousand years, the Franz family will give birth to the first honorary governor of the Clovis Kingdom. ."

"Very good, I knew you would definitely agree."

The Archbishop nodded slightly, as if he did not notice the change in his daughter's mood at all: "If Your Majesty mentions this, I will report your name, and then it will be up to the Franz family to have this honor."

"Thank you so much, father."

Hmm, in order to prevent someone from competing with you for power, I want to appoint an honorary governor to keep all the forces out... Anson Bach, you are too arrogant; a mere army colonel, actually trying to become the actual ruler of the colony Who?

It doesn't matter, the honorary governor is the honorary governor. Anyway, the horizontal and vertical are just a title. How much power actually depends on the strength of each person? As long as you increase investment, attract new immigrants, and build momentum in the colonies, sooner or later, you will see who is truly worthy of your allegiance.

Anson Bach, you wait for me!

………………

Beluga Harbour, Parliamentary District.

At this moment, Anson, who was ignorant of everything that was happening in Clovis City, got up at 6:30 as usual, and after a shower, he had a rare meal with Talia and Lisa in the living room. Sarah's breakfast.

As for why it is the parliamentary district and not the commander... Now that Anson is the speaker (although it is honorary), Talia is a member of the Council of Five Hundred (of course she doesn't care about this), and the lovely Lisa is a human being The beloved "Shotgun Sheriff" (no one dares not to love).

Such a "happy family" has an ordinary three-story building with a yard and heating in the most prosperous area of ​​Beluga Port as a place for occasional use, where you can sleep and rest. Is there anything surprising?

No, at least the other 499 members of the 500-member council don't think so at all.

In order to deal with the "taxation" issue, and to receive representatives from the colony's colonies, Anson had to be a permanent member of the Parliament, so that they could fully understand the changes that had taken place in the power structure of Beluga Port, which could be better than in the past. Provide the help they need more efficiently and easily.

In addition, Anson is also planning to move some small settlements out of the remote reclamation areas and let them "settlement" in areas closer to Beluga Harbor.

This aspect is for the sake of their safety and development. After all, those remote areas have a low level of development and are very difficult to develop. There is not much sense in maintaining them and precious labor is wasted.

On the other hand, although the number of them is generally small, it is also a good supplement to Beluga Harbor, where the labor force is also not rich. At the same time, it can greatly improve the efficiency of the storm division in protecting the colony, and there is no need to send redundant personnel to those deep mountains and old forests. Fight for your life with the beasts, and outwit the natives.

According to the estimates of the Beluga Port Council, the population of this part is about 5,000 people, and the proportion of young adults is also quite high. It is expected to exceed 3,000 people. The rest are mostly underage children, and there are hardly many elderly people. or disabled.

As for why...it's an obvious thing.

Moreover, not only did they live in a very dangerous environment, but their living conditions were also extremely poor; after communicating with representatives of several settlements, the other party said that as long as the storm division can provide enough work, safe and reasonable settlement conditions, they are very willing to bring their own family members, relatives and friends of the people who were evacuated from their respective settlements under the cover of the army.

This means that the storm division will have access to a labor force of more than three thousand at a time, and more than half of them will be male - these people are all good hunters and land cultivators, and are highly resistant to high-intensity labor, whether as workers, tenant farmers or The conscripts are very good.

In the words of Carl Bain, in addition to being malnourished, these people are generally even better in physical fitness than the soldiers of the Storm Division. They are definitely a sought-after source of reserve soldiers in the mainland, and they can have considerable combat effectiveness with a little training.

For the first time, the chief of staff who had always complained a lot about Anson, a hands-off shopkeeper, showed great interest in his work and took the initiative to undertake the evacuation of colonists from remote areas.

Although the manpower was starting to be scarce at the moment, Anson still gritted his teeth and assigned him a half-infantry battalion, and Lieutenant Colonel Alexei, who had already spread his reputation throughout the Storm Division, and everyone knew that he was a talented person, was in charge of leading the army, ensuring that the evacuation work was foolproof.

Lieutenant Colonel Fabien, the head of the grenadier regiment, shouldered the foreman of the Legion Farm and the security patrol of the Ice Dragon Fjord.

However, these two tasks are only troublesome at the beginning. After getting on the right track, they can be transferred to Lieutenant Colonel Norton Crosell of the 3rd Infantry Regiment, and then gradually reduce the cost of maintaining law and order and operating the farm by expanding the Faithful Alliance. .

As an important religious organization that Anson unites (coaches) the middle- and lower-level immigrants of Beluga Port and promotes the development of the colony, with the vigorous development of Bishop Ruiper, it has gradually begun to have some elements of "orderly church": the organization has more vague The relationship between superiors and subordinates, and the implementation of work is no longer completely dependent on belief, and began to promote some systems with coercive force.

This kind of behavior that seems to "taint" the pure faith of the ecumenical religion makes Bishop Ripper express deep concern, but considering that most of the immigrants are accustomed to the Church's routine, and there will be more immigrants in the future; In order to unite the believers in the new world, Ecumenism must make certain compromises.

He is gratified that Anson, the commander-in-chief of the garrison, has provided strong support in this regard - not only providing various much-needed resources for the Faithful Alliance, but also assisting the priests to popularize and popularize the universal religion in the alliance. .

In exchange, Anson also got what he wanted most: using the influence of the Faithful Alliance to expand the storm division's control over the local area, allowing the public to pay taxes voluntarily.

Tax collection, farms, roads, patrols... There are so many things to do, the entire Storm Division in the "prosperity period" is so busy from top to bottom that almost everyone can be assigned tasks every day~www.wuxiaspot. com~ Not even a day off.

Although Anson classified all tasks as "military operations", ensured that the soldiers could get extra allowances, and even promised that in the future Legion Farm and all the properties belonging to the Storm Division, everyone would share the corresponding profits, everyone still complained a lot.

For the first time, I have my own city and territory, and for the first time I no longer have to worry about the establishment and future livelihood... Two happy things appeared at the same time, but whether officers or soldiers, they were so tired that they could not feel any happiness at all. .

Of course, Anson, the commander-in-chief of the garrison, is still happy, and his "perfect plan" is progressing in an orderly manner.

At eight o'clock, Anson, who had drank the last half cup of coffee, put on his coat and left the mansion, and went to the Beluga Harbor Council to meet an old acquaintance, the representative of the arms dealer of the Rune family, His Excellency Erich.

When he pushed open the door and walked into the smoking room in the side hall of the parliament, this amiable middle-aged man, wrapped in a fur ball, was chatting with the little secretary.

Seeing Anson entering the door, he immediately stood up and enthusiastically stepped forward and stretched out his hands:

"Good morning, Lord Anson Bach, the ring of order blessed us to meet again at last - Your Excellency Leon Francois and Your Excellency Reno Emmanuel, I must personally extend my sincere greetings to you! "

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