I Will Be The Crowned King

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Just as the cold and windy midnight came, the banquet of the Beluga Harbor Council was not even halfway through.

A dazzling array of delicacies filled the long tables on both sides of the hall. The colorful waiters were holding cups of colorful nectar on the trays. Musicians who stepped on the beat played cheerful tunes in the corners. Countless butter candles Packed in a delicate glass container, the star-like light makes shadows invisible in philosophy.

In a blurred dream, the brightly-dressed guests pushed their glasses for a change and danced gracefully on the carefully polished floor... The look of carnival, people couldn't imagine what happened to the city just a dozen days ago. The catastrophe, and even in the snow outside the window, there are still nearly a hundred homeless families who set up tents in the square to receive relief food.

But no matter what happened, even if the next second was the announcement of death, it did not prevent the "dignitaries" of the colony from enjoying the carnival of debauchery at the beginning of the new year.

As for things like the food shortage, the imminent taxation, the war of independence that has not yet been fully ended... These are really matters of life and death, which have been completely forgotten.

Of course, they would still talk about "important" things when they were getting drunk, but they would definitely add disdain, ridicule, jealousy, and resentment.

"I heard that Reinhard Roland has already agreed to the marriage of the Frey family, and plans to hold a formal wedding after the new year... It's shameful, that poor lady, she's not even fourteen years old this year!"

A drunken representative of Red Hand Bay shouted loudly at the dining table, "Could it be that this is an ancient tradition of a wealthy family, preferring young girls?!"

"There is also the Isher female elf with pointed ears and a slender figure, plus a wealthy family owner who has a noble temperament and does not match his age." The councilor of Black Reef Harbor toasted and smiled: "Don't forget our amazing Governor of Sailing City, And the great savior, the commander-in-chief of Beluga Harbor!"

The two looked at each other, and after a brief silence, they burst into laughter.

"Look at them, this is our great alliance, so vulgar!"

Looking at the figure who was laughing recklessly, Hollande, the Speaker of Long Lake Town, shook his head and walked to Paulina Frey's side: "I know my words may be offensive, but compared with this kind of person, I am more Tends to be loyal to the Empire."

"Not at all, I understand your feelings very well." Paulina, who was holding the wine, smiled bitterly:

"Fortunately, the Confederacy has some more upright friends."

"For example, Anson Bach." Speaker Hollande looked at the girl from the Frey family with deep eyes: "You know, I have heard some rumors about the relationship between you and Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief..."

"You said it too, it's all rumors."

Paulina rolled her eyes and interrupted the speaker of Long Lake Town mercilessly: "Commander-in-chief Anson Bach is the benefactor of the Frey family, Grey Pigeon Castle and even the entire Free Confederation. Frey has nothing in return for his helping hand!"

"Yes yes, of course I know that, but..."

Speaker Hollande paused deliberately, and his expression became more and more meaningful: "To elect Beluga Port as the capital of the Free Confederation... Even to repay the debt, it is a bit exaggerated, what do you think?"

"Not to mention some religious rumors that are very popular recently. I personally don't comment at all, but if a small group of people hear it, they will probably think that this is... a foreshadowing of what is to come, isn't it?"

Hollande leaned down slightly, and gradually moved closer to the girl with his tone.

Facing those disgusting eyes, Paulina tried her best to maintain her demeanor and asked ignorantly, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is as smart as you must be clear." Speaker Hollande raised his glass with a smile:

"The matter of the Free Confederation is more appropriate to be settled within the Free Confederation; don't let some family relationships and heavy kindness affect your judgment... the flag of the entire Free Confederation."

Paulina's face darkened.

The other party obviously hoped that she would make a guarantee that she would not agree to that ridiculous suggestion. Of course, she was not willing to do so, but if it was what Ansen Bach really wanted, what would she do?

The current status of himself and Grey Pigeon Castle is completely dependent on the support of the Storm Legion, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a "vassal"; if a conflict of interest really breaks out, it is obviously very unfavorable to the Frey family.

But if it refuses, Long Lake Town will definitely publicize this matter, suppress the status of Grey Pigeon Castle in the Confederacy, and further marginalize itself, who is already humble.

So... what to do?

Just when the girl who pretended to be calm was in a mess, the voice of Secretary Alan Dawn suddenly sounded in the hall:

"Commander-in-chief of the Ice Dragon Fjord Legion, Major General of the Army, Sir Anson Bach is here!"

The moment the voice fell, the entire hall was silent.

Members of Beluga Port, missionaries of the Faithful Alliance, wealthy businessmen from other places, representatives of various colonies, officers... Everyone seems to have heard the most incredible things in this world, and tacitly cast their shocking eyes on the whistling cold wind. knocked open door.

While Speaker Hollande hadn't reacted, Paulina, who was nervous in her heart, let out a sigh of relief and quickly hid in the crowd beside her. She pursed her lips tightly and looked up at the figure standing in the center of the gate. She excitedly clenched her arms. A pink fist.

In the quiet air, only the melodious music is still echoing in the hot air.

Wrapped in the cold wind outside the house, Anson Bach, dressed in a general's uniform and a military coat, walked into the hall as if no one else was there, looking leisurely at a pair of eyes that were either shocked or excited.

The crowded guests, like the fading tide, automatically made way for him; even Paulina Frey, who had planned to come forward, was forcibly pushed away by the surrounding crowd, and could only watch Anson walk towards the center of the hall.

When the crowd dispersed, only the lonely figure of Baron Aix remained in the center of the hall.

The colonial treasurer fell to his knees on the hard and cold floor with a thud, and slowly stretched out his trembling hands to the figure that was getting closer and closer to him, with an expression like a mad believer praying to a god.

The next second, a faint smile appeared on his "God" face, and the excited Baron Aix burst into tears; the entire hall held their breath, waiting for the moment when the Savior embraced his followers.

Then... he walked over.

As if he didn't see the crying figure at all, the smiling Anson walked straight past Baron Aix without even looking at him.

The fanatic who knelt on his knees froze suddenly, and remained motionless like a sculpture; the melodious music also drew a rest, and even the temperature in the hall seemed to be a little colder.

Strolling to the podium, An Sen, with his hands behind his back, smiled at the musicians, who immediately understood and hurriedly cleared the stage to make room for the commander-in-chief.

A few minutes later, Anson slowly turned around, facing the people who were still at a loss, and the Baron Aix who was still kneeling and turned his back to him, and took a deep breath:

"Respected gentlemen, and beautiful ladies, I have exciting news to announce to all of you here."

"But before that, I must clarify an important truth to everyone, a truth that has been circulating in Beluga Port for a long time, and there are still various rumors."

"That was the long night that made us all anxious ten days ago, what happened!"

At this moment, the petrified Baron Aix trembled violently.

"In the past three weeks, I have heard a lot of rumors - evil gods, demons, ring of order, savior... According to word of mouth, Moby Dick seems to have experienced a terrible catastrophe, almost in the heathen. And the terrifying existence they believe in is destroyed!" Anson shook his head:

"But the truth is not as rich and colorful as everyone thinks, on the contrary, the truth is actually very simple."

"A large indigenous tribe took advantage of the blizzard and launched an attack on Beluga Harbor. Unsuspecting, we almost completely fell the entire city overnight."

"At the same time, Ice Dragon Fjord also encountered a very rare severe storm. The huge waves not only completely destroyed our port, but even left indelible marks on the cliffs on both sides; The infantry was also attacked by sea creatures - terrifying, but not 'invincible' monsters."

Anson deliberately gritted his words: "The brave soldiers of the 2nd and 3rd Corps can prove that those 'monsters'...not to mention shooting, even with bare hands are not difficult to destroy - Alexei Dukas Lieutenant Colonel Ki, isn't that so?!"

"Yes!"

An incomparably loud voice immediately rang out from the crowd under the stage: "Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief, you are absolutely right."

Facing a pair of eyes that suddenly turned to him, Alexei's expression was unparalleled and firm, leaving no trace of lying: "Those 'sea creatures' are very fragile, as long as our soldiers pull the trigger, they can easily Pine can kill dozens or hundreds."

However, if there are thousands or even hundreds of millions of fragile creatures, it is another matter... The second infantry commander complained in his heart.

"So, the real threats to the security of Beluga Port are only those terrifying indigenous people." An Sen, who cooperated with his subordinates tacitly, smiled lightly and turned the topic back:

"The bad weather caused the army to lose command, and although the soldiers of the Storm Legion fought bravely, it was still difficult to resist such a large number of Aboriginal warriors - because Moby Dick was a large port colony with a population of tens of thousands, and the colony There are only 5,000 troops in the legion."

"If it's a frontal battlefield, we don't need to fear any enemies, but in such a chaotic situation, the number is the key to everything."

"Fortunately, we survived and prevented Beluga Harbor from falling to the poisonous claws of indigenous tribes." Anson said blankly:

"There are no evil gods, no legendary devils, no monsters that choose people to devour... There is just a massive attack on the indigenous people, and the weather is unimaginable."

"And it's not the glory dropped by the ring of order that saved you, nor a savior with a special mission, but our warriors - our loyal soldiers and the officers who lead them, who have bravely defended this place. city!"

"This...is the truth of the whole incident."

There was silence.

The guests looked at each other in dismay, and looked at Baron Aix, who had been completely stunned, and Anson Bach, who was expressionless on the stage, not knowing what to say.

"So...what's the good news?"

Just when the entire hall fell into dead silence, a graceful figure walked out of the crowd.

Holding the still warm wine glass, Paulina Frey, who seemed to realize something, raised her eyes and looked up at the new figure that seemed slightly different from her memory:

"Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief, you just said that there is good news to be announced. What is it?"

"This good news is precisely related to what happened just now."

The smiling Anson looked around and shouted loudly: "The reason why the Colonial Legion was able to resist the chaotic attacks of the indigenous tribes, in addition to the bravery of the brave soldiers, there is another key factor - that is, the city was in the city at that time. In the foreign military camp, there are 10,000 shooting soldiers on standby!"

"It is precisely because they discovered the enemy first and blocked the main force of the indigenous tribes and bought enough time for the Storm Legion to gather, so that the losses caused by this catastrophe did not exceed our ability to bear."

"Gentlemen, this fully proves one thing, that when the indigenous people also accept our culture and our beliefs, they can also fight for us~www.wuxiaspot.com~Fight for the colony and the ring of order of!"

"More importantly, their ability to endure harsh environments is far superior to ordinary people, and they are better able to adapt to the terrible climate of the new world than our soldiers; in the same weather as that night, they can also insist on fighting as usual, which is It is impossible for ordinary troops to do it.”

"Frankly speaking, I used to have doubts about this in the past; but now, the iron truth is in front of us." Anson said solemnly:

"To conquer the New World completely, it is not enough to simply colonize more lands, to stuff natives into farms and mines, to humiliate and enslave at will; our conquest should not stop at the substantive level, but extend to belief ,culture!"

"Opening arms to the natives, persuading them to renounce their heretical beliefs, to join the Free Confederation or other colonial rule as a liberty, to worship the Ring of Order—that's what we should do."

"The Shooting Army...they will be more than just part of the Stormtroopers, they will be a force to defend the entire New World and change us all. They will be the sentinels and walls of the New World's freedom!"

"The bell of the 102nd year of the saint's calendar has been struck. Let us abandon the noose imposed on us by the old world and create a new world that is different from the past and belongs to us!"