I Will Be The Crowned King

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu——"

The melodious sound of the flute reverberated on the crowded platform, and the dark "Steel Sky" spewed steam, relying on the link mechanism to inject the endless power into the wheels closely connected to the rails, and pulled dozens of carriages to the distance. .

In the box, David Jacques, who had just finished his first "train lunch" in his life, looked out of the car window excitedly. He took out a crayon and scribbled casually on the napkin: for a while it was the hills in the distance, and for a while it was The windmills on the outskirts of the city, the railway tracks in the wilderness for a while...

"etc."

Carin Jacques, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and looked at his brother with a little surprise: "I remember you didn't study figure painting?"

"That's right, and I'm glad that's what I learned at the beginning - buyers in the inner city who like to paint generally only look at figure paintings, and my classmates who are chasing landscapes and architecture are already so poor that they can't even pay the rent. Making a living sketching and drawing stamps for passersby on the street."

David Jacques nodded excitedly and couldn't hide his excitement: "It's just the first time to travel by train. It's inevitable that I will be a little excited, and I can't help but want to draw something."

Well, it sounds very reasonable... The black-robed priest nodded slightly, and at the same time looked at his own younger brother with a little distress; because of his own reasons, he spent almost all of his life in boarding schools and studios. Had the opportunity to go out on a trip with the family.

"By the way, what are those one by one?" Kalin pointed to the black line on the drawing curiously, and couldn't help but wonder.

"Oh, that's the black smoke coming out of the factory chimney in the distance."

David explained excitedly: "They are actually the subjects of these paintings - I'm mainly depicting the whole process of black smoke encroaching on the blue sky and finally dyeing the whole sky gray!"

Carlin Jacques: "... After hearing your explanation, I don't understand at all."

"I just finally understand why those classmates who love landscape painting are destitute - because there is no reality in their paintings!"

Putting the "canvas" flat on the table, David, with a surprised face, pointed out the window with a slightly trembling crayon: "In the past, all the landscape paintings you can see in Clovis City, especially the inner city, do not depict endless mountains. The wilderness is a quiet and pleasant small village, with blue sky and clear water, and idyllic songs..."

"Yes, because city people like this. They live in a crowded and noisy city, so they especially yearn for a quiet and spacious country." The black-robed priest hummed:

"Only city people like the country, they don't really need to live there anyway."

"And that's why their paintings are unpopular, because they're unreal, they're not idyllic at all—well, at least they're not the real Clovis country!" David said very seriously:

"What does the real Clovis country look like? The railroad that stretches from one part of the horizon to the other, the train that occasionally rumbles by, the black smoke from small country factories, the wagon full of goods, Flour mills with steam engines, large plantations and scattered farmhouses . . . ”

"Brand new factories are rising, scattered farmland has been replaced by large estates and livestock farms, longer and longer railways are intertwined with the ruts of four-wheelers, and the blue sky has been dyed gray little by little... That's what the Clovis country looks like!"

David spoke faster and faster, and his eyes seemed to be flickering with some kind of frightening light: "I suddenly realized that this may be the reason why the Ring of Order let me leave Clovis City - stop drawing Those vulgar figures that the rich love to see; go see the Clovis country, see what the world really looks like, and record the traces they leave!"

"No! No no no no... Absolutely not!"

The black-robed priest, who faintly sensed something was wrong, waved his hands again and again, trying to dispel his younger brother's thoughts: "First of all, no one in this world wants to see 'real' in a painting, on the contrary, the reason they buy a painting is to hope Temporarily out of touch with reality."

"Secondly, the purpose of sending you to learn painting is to let you have a craft so you can support yourself, not to record any **** traces!"

"But I might be able to create a new school of painting!" David remained enthusiastic:

"The combination of factories and the countryside, white clouds and blue sky and chimneys spewing black mist, steam trains passing through simple farmhouses, and the canyons connected by steel bridges... Doesn't this kind of subject sound very exciting?!"

"Not excited, not even a trace of turbulence."

The black-robed priest said with a serious face, "Listen, there are only two things in this world that are worth your excitement as an artist: the first is the order, and the second is the final payment."

"But..." David looked at his brother with a little grievance, but still refused to give up: "I might be able to create a new school of painting."

"It's not necessary. You are already very successful now. The goal should be to continue to be successful. Now the Franz family is asking you to place an order. It is your life direction to strive to become a court painter before the age of forty."

"But I might be able to create a new one..."

"Are you finished yet?!"

Just when the two were arguing, a lazy voice suddenly sounded in the box:

"Just a little piece of advice between friends: it's best not to disenchant a creator unless necessary."

The Jacques brothers, attracted by the sound, turned their heads in agreement, and looked at the sloppy figure slumped on the opposite seat with different expressions.

"Although it's a bit bragging to say that, but many great works have very simple reasons at the beginning." Draco tilted his head and looked at the ignorant David with a half-smile:

"A wonderful adventure novel may be just a fantastic fantasy of an ignorant teenager outside his hometown; an exquisite marble stone sculpture may be the unintentional loss of a sculptor; a famous masterpiece may be derived from a certain A glimpse of a painter."

"What's more, what you said is quite right - the fields eroded by factories, the blue sky covered by black smoke... This is the most real Clovis village. The era we live in may be the natural, savage and self-righteous. A point of intersection between civilizations."

"Such an era deserves a painter to record the traces it left behind."

"Don't pretend to be an 'old man' here." The black-robed priest snorted coldly, his expression rather unhappy:

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, I'll tell you now that it's impossible - my brother is a famous painter of Clovis, who will go to work at the court of Osteria in the future, and will be with the Old Gods or the The truth will...will not have a half-penny relationship!"

"But he's already here, on this... Iron Sky heading for North Harbor." Draco shrugged and smiled meaningfully:

"It turns out that even colonies separated by oceans can't stay out of the storm that sweeps the world; the long cry of the seagulls in Beluga Harbor may be a precursor to the next storm."

………………

New World, Sail City.

Looking at the letters for help piled up on the table, Bernard Morwes, who had not slept for two days and two nights, began to deteriorate rapidly before he recovered; The hallucination is progressing.

Just now, an extremely fierce dispute broke out within the army over whether to support Changhu Town; at least no less than one-third of the officers strongly opposed it, and the remaining two-thirds also disapproved, only expressing The attitude is a little more euphemistic in comparison.

If this were on the mainland, Bernard would definitely arrest all the disobedient officers immediately, shoot the leader directly, and replace the rest; Officers with independent opinions" went to war.

But unfortunately this is a colony, and these people are not his subordinates in the strict sense, just because their commander died, and he was the highest-ranking official sent to Yangfan City by the mainland, and reluctantly let them by coercion and inducement accepted his command.

Strictly speaking, he only took over the army "temporarily" until the next commander was dispatched from the mainland.

Thinking about it this way, it is very understandable why the army refuses to rescue the mainland - it is not directly under the boss, and there is no clear military service guarantee (Bernard himself is guilty of guilt), plus it has to span several rebellions. Colony, the stakes are extremely high, and reluctance is absolutely normal.

But the problem is, you really can't die without help!

As a major traffic artery closest to Clovis Colony, in order to guard against unexpected events, Long Lake Town received the largest amount of arms among all the colonies. The militia armed level is comparable to the regular army, and it is the only two of all the colonies to have a relatively complete military-industrial system. of.

Other colonies made ignition powder and lead bullets at most. Because of the installation of a batch of artillery pieces, Changhu Town even had a small repair workshop and a semi-assembled firearms factory that could mass-produce front-loaded rifles.

Such a colony, combined with a fortress transformed from a farm, the walls of the town itself plus some simple fortifications, to the thugs and rebels who only have cold weapons, it is definitely an impregnable existence; the special strengthening of the local armed forces is also the reason Because it is too close to Clovis's colony, there is a risk of being caught in troubled waters by the other party.

But all these preparations are for the previous Beluga Port.

For Beluga Harbor, which now has a fleet and a full infantry division, the town of Long Lake with an arsenal is simply a piece of cake full of temptation. A ring of order bestows it on the advance of invading the empire's colonies. base.

Usually, in order to avoid the invasion of foreign enemies at this time, the best choice is to negotiate with the rebels, put aside the contradictions between the two sides and agree to the outside world first.

It's a pity that what seems the most reasonable is often the least possible.

From Bernard's standpoint, he could not negotiate with these rebellious colonies; and for those parliaments that had just stirred up the hostility of the people to the Empire, they could not treat everyone as a goldfish with only seven seconds of memory. Raise the flag of resistance, and fight against the invaders with the imperial army in the next second.

Originally, the colonial rebellion was enough of a headache, and if the Clovis people were involved, the whole situation would be even more difficult to end.

Do not! This is not even the most terrifying, the most terrifying thing is that if the rebellious colonies are under pressure and choose to ask the Clovis people for help, so that the other party can justifiably intervene, then...

"boom--!"

Just when the nervous Bernard started thinking wildly, the door of his office suddenly slammed open - the panting messenger rushed into the room, excited as if he had just won the jackpot, still holding tightly in his arms. Something like a roll of documents.

For this rash and reckless messenger, Bernard did not want to continue to teach him any more; in addition to the experience he had gained through countless useless efforts, another reason was that the other party was indeed unconditionally loyal to himself, the governor, and he was sailing with different ideas. The city is really rare.

"Tell me, what's the bad news?"

Holding the hopping temples, the governor of Yangfan City patiently asked, "Is there another letter from Longhu Town asking for help, or are those rebel colonial councils continuing to provocate?"

"No, neither!" The messenger shook his head excitedly, holding the document.

"Neither?" Bernard was stunned for a moment, then shuddered, and the corners of his mouth twitched:

"Could it be... Worse than this?!"

"Ah? Ah... no no no! It's not bad news, it's not bad news—it's good news!"

Seeing that the Governor was about to pull over, the messenger quickly corrected: "Just a few days ago, the army of Changhu Town suddenly took the initiative to attack and defeated the rebels in Red Hand Bay in a place called Bingpine Forest!"

"Take the initiative to attack?!"

Only then did Bernard react~www.wuxiaspot.com~ For a while, he seemed to think that he not only had hallucinations, but even began to hallucinate again: "Did you really win?"

"Won, and won very thoroughly!" The messenger nodded desperately:

"The Red Hand Bay Militia has collapsed across the board, and several farms and mines on the border have also been captured by Changhu Town. The next step should be to enter the Red Hand Bay Port and completely recover this rebel colony!"

"It turned out to be so smooth?" Bernard, who had repeatedly confirmed, finally accepted the result, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, but there was still a doubt in his heart:

"Why did you send such important information now, and ... from which channel did you get the news? Why didn't you notify me first?"

"Snapped!"

The equally excited messenger did not continue to speak any more, and directly spread the "document" in his arms - "Beluga Port Good People" with both hands, and displayed it in front of the Governor of Sail City:

"It's on here! Look, it's written in black and white: 'The ruthless Longhu Town soldiers invaded Red Hand Bay, and the heroic colonial soldiers swear to defend their homeland' - it's still a front page headline!"

In an instant, the smile on Bernard's face stiffened.

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