I Will Be The Crowned King

Inner city, Friedrichstraße, Ruby Cafe.

Captain Carl Bay, dressed in a clean military uniform, sat by the window in the store, enjoying his breakfast while looking at the lively pedestrians coming and going outside the window.

He asked for a cup of coffee, a piece of cherry toast, a pork pie, and a fruit platter... It was probably the most expensive breakfast he'd ever had in his life -- not counting the ones that didn't cost him money.

Mei Mei took a sip of hand-ground coffee, which was very different from Army Coffee Powder. The laid-back Army Captain tore a large piece from the bread. The sweetness of cherries and butter halva hit his taste buds like a cross-firing battle line. .

Although the name of this delicacy from the Seven Cities Alliance in the South is bread, it is actually closer to the cake or sweet pies of the Clovis people - fully leavened sweet bread, served with butter halva, cheese, eggs, white sugar , made from hulled cherries.

The soft and sweet taste is matched with sugar granules evenly sprinkled on the outer surface, and the cherry sauce that penetrates into the inner layer makes the entire interior melt in the mouth, and the layering is unparalleled; as soon as it came out, it was deeply loved by Lady Clovis.

The other pork patty is the standard Clovis "modern food" - diced pork with onions, green peppers, mushrooms, carrots, potatoes... a thick bite, the thick sauce is Instantly overflows from the crispy crust; one that will ooze all over if you're not careful.

A protruding weight is full, and a full satiety is protruding.

But all this did not have as much impact on Carl Bain as that small fruit platter... Looking at these watery ones, they were specially peeled and cut into small pieces for a delicate appearance. of fresh fruits, crystal tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.

After so many years, so many years... It was the first time that Carl Bain had eaten fruit that was not in a can, fresh, cut and washed and sent to him!

This is so easy!

Carl Bain wiped his tears while enjoying his breakfast... With his meager salary and subsidies, this kind of restaurant would not be considered at all.

But today is different.

The boy who came to the barracks yesterday afternoon not only gave him a business card with the address on it, but also attached a 50-gold bill.

According to the "little clerk," it was a month's salary in advance; whether Carl Bain took the job or not, the money was his.

According to what he said, the annual salary of this "deputy commander-in-chief" is actually 600 gold coins? !

The Legion Chief of Staff is nothing more than that!

Although the name of the job sounded a bit awkward, the excited Carl Bain followed the advice of the other party: change into a clean and tidy military uniform, eat a hearty breakfast in Friedrichstrasse, and sit on the first train in the morning. 's rental carriage to Whitehall Street for an interview.

On the bustling and lively Frederick Street, even the rental carriage was much more expensive than other streets; Carl Bain, who was a little distressed, paid the driver about 30 copper coins for the fare and came to the gate of the barracks on Whitehall Street.

It is currently the station of the security forces at Clovis Cathedral. It was once occupied by thugs during the riot. There are still countless craters on the wall and traces of being bombarded by twelve-pounder infantry.

However, the storm regiment stationed here did not care, and even the collapsed walls and buildings were too lazy to repair; it would not be long before the entire barracks, including Whitehall Street, was about to become the headquarters of the new security army. Demolished and rebuilt.

After asking the soldiers standing guard outside the door how to get down, Carl Bain walked straight to the command room; when he was walking up the stairs, he happened to meet the boy from yesterday.

"Captain Carl Bain, you really are here!" The boy who was walking towards the command room, still holding a thick stack of documents, looked at him with a little surprise, and the bright expression in front of his eyes made the army captain a little bit surprised. Slightly hairy.

"Uh... am I here too early?"

"Early? No no no... not at all!"

The young man shook his head quickly and said, "The deputy commander is waiting for you in the office, so it might be better to say that your time was great!"

With an inexplicable look on his face, Carl Bain walked to the door of the command room under the watchful eye of the boy, knocked lightly on the door, and immediately pushed in after hearing the reply from behind the door.

The command room is not large, except for a map table, a few chairs, and a coat rack, there are not many things; a figure sitting on a swivel chair behind the map table is facing the door, leisurely reading the newspaper.

Is this the Deputy Commander? He looks quite young. Could it be a noble young master who needs to find someone to take the blame... Carl, muttering in his heart, took off his hat and put it on the coat rack, and took a step forward with his hands behind his back.

Just as he was about to speak, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a familiar figure standing in the corner of the room.

"Lisa?!"

Carl Bain stared at the girl in a neat military uniform with a rifle on his shoulder, wide-eyed and smiled at himself: "Why are you here?"

"You're here too, Carl!"

Lisa looked at him in surprise:

"Lisa misses you so much!"

"Ah... I received an invitation letter, asking me to meet today..."

Looking at the smiling girl, Carl Bain suddenly froze.

etc.

Lisa is here, which means...

"boom!"

The sudden muffled sound shocked Carl all over. He turned around suddenly, and saw the door behind him was closed by the boy from the outside.

Not good, fooled!

A terrified Carl rushed to the door immediately, and just as he was about to pull the door, he heard a crisp "click" from outside, and his heart suddenly became cold.

That kid locked the door from the outside? !

"Let me out! Let me out!"

Heartbreaking screams mixed with hysterical slamming on the door echoed in the stairwell, and a smiling Alan Dawn stood in front of the door with a leather bag, tiptoed, smiling as if he could not hear the key from the door. He pulled it out from the keyhole on the door and carefully put it into his jacket pocket.

Soon, along with a tinkling movement, the screams stopped abruptly, and were replaced by a burst of "Uuuuuu...!!"

But all this has nothing to do with the loyal, conscientious and hard-working little secretary.

Picking up the leather bag on the ground and carrying it on his back, Alan Dawn took out his pocket watch from his shirt pocket, with a happy expression on his face:

"Seven-thirty... Oh, it's thirty minutes before work time, just in time to have breakfast on Frederick Street."

"It is very good that Mr. Carl Bain is here at this time."

………………

When the army captain who was knocked out by Lisa's flying pounce woke up, he found that he had long been tied to a chair, and Anson, who was sitting across from him, was smiling, and next to him was akimbo, Innocent Lisa.

"Anson Bach, you're tricking me!"

Carl, who instantly understood what was going on, roared in grief.

"There's no such thing." An Sen, who waved his hands again and again, always had a smile on his face that couldn't go away:

"It's just that the incident happened suddenly, and I just found out that I was going to be the deputy commander of the Southern Corps, so I specially asked you to be my deputy -- that's a good thing!"

"Good thing?"

"Yeah, good thing!" An Sen nodded seriously and said:

"The monthly salary is 60 gold coins, and there are additional subsidies; I am the deputy commander, and there is an officer corps in the regiment. I only have the right to appoint an adjutant, a staff officer, and a regiment commander."

"Such a good fat man, the first thing I think of is you, the loyal, hard-working and good adjutant Captain Carl Bain!"

"I'm not your adjutant!" Carl rolled his eyes, full of grief and indignation.

Breathing heavily, he was silent for a while, and looked at An Sen, whose face was almost stiff with a complicated smile, and said in disbelief:

"This... is it really a fat man?"

"Of course, there are more than 1,000 gold coins a year...not counting the extra commission!"

Anson nodded quickly.

"Find a captain to be the deputy commander's adjutant... Does anyone else have an opinion?" He still didn't quite believe it.

"What's your opinion? My deputy commander is still a lieutenant colonel." An Sen smiled and waved his hand:

"The commander is Ludwig Franz, he will settle anything, so don't worry at all."

"Oh I got it."

Carl suddenly realized that he couldn't help but chuckle; but then there was a new question:

"Then why are you hiding from me?"

"Well..." Anson's smile suddenly stiffened again:

"The main reason is to worry... you may... not agree..."

Carl's face gradually lost the smile.

"Bang!"

Carl, who was tied to the chair, fell to the ground with the chair, and wriggled towards the door at an extremely fast speed.

"What are you doing?"

"Let go of me, the ghost is willing to accompany you to die!"

"Death... I haven't said what the mission this time is!"

"It still needs to be asked - Ludwig is the commander of the legion, and you are the deputy commander. What else can you call me other than being sent to be a death squad?!"

"Of course not!"

"what is that?"

"That is... we may have to... climb over from the top of the morning light ice peak..."

"...What's the difference between this and being a death squad?!"

"The difference is very big, and this time is different from the one in Thundercastle. We have full autonomy!"

"How can you die by your own choice?"

"No! It's up to you to choose which battle you want to fight and which you don't have to fight!" An Sen, who rushed up directly, pressed him to the ground:

"Ludwig personally agreed-except for the orders issued by the army, he will not easily interfere with my autonomy, and the three private regiments are completely under my command!"

"What if it's under your command? You're a deputy commander, and the commander is Ludwig Franz. Isn't the credit and spoils still what he said?!"

"Didn't I say, this time is different from Thundercastle - how many times do you want to repeat it?!"

Karl Bain, who was pinned to the ground by two figures, one big and one small, suddenly stopped struggling, and his eyes suddenly showed a "realized something" expression. After hesitating for a while, he finally said:

"Tell me in detail."

An Sen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and waved to the girl beside him feebly:

"Lisa, help this guy up."

"Okay!"

Lisa happily agreed, and lifted Karl together with the chair from the ground.

………………

Back in time yesterday, after Anson agreed to Ludwig's "request"...

"Stay, Your Excellency Anson Bach."

An Sen, who was about to leave after walking out of the study, turned his head and looked at the girl who appeared outside the door at an unknown time:

"Is something wrong, Miss Sophia?"

The thoughtful Sophia nodded indistinctly, and glanced at the closed door of the study with slightly complicated eyes:

"Ludwig... my brother asked you to join his Southern Legion, right?"

Anson, who turned around, nodded lightly:

"Yes."

"And you already promised him?"

"Well... didn't you hear it when you were outside just now?"

"...Of course, it just needs to be confirmed."

Noticing Anson's slightly raised mouth, the girl who was found to be eavesdropping was a little embarrassed:

"And then... it's to make sure a guy still remembers his promises."

promise?

An imperceptible stun flashed in the corner of An Sen's eyes, but he immediately covered it with a smile.

"That night at St Isaac's College...I asked you."

Glancing carefully at the door, Sophia, who lowered her voice, approached Anson step by step, "reminds" with a warning tone:

"If you have the opportunity and your interests are aligned, you are also willing to be loyal to me, just like you are loyal to my father and my brother... Should you still remember?"

"Of course I remember." An Sen, who responded quickly, smiled and immediately understood what the girl meant:

"You want me to betray your brother, my immediate commander?"

"of course not!"

Sophia, who immediately refuted, raised the corners of her mouth unconsciously: "I just hope to be able to participate in this righteous battle against Iser Elf... After all, I was there when the accident happened that day."

"One of the other parties, it shouldn't be too much to want to take revenge on the bad guy who killed him by means of a legion contractor?"

"contractor?"

"Yes, the identity of the commander of the Southern Legion was bought by my father for Brother Ludwig in the name of the Franz family." The corners of the girl's mouth rose:

"And you... Anson Bach, your deputy commander was bought for you by me... privately."

"Strictly speaking, I am your immediate commander, understand?"

Anson looked stunned.

"So... as the contractor of this legion, while taking revenge, I hope to cooperate with the commander of this army to see if it can make a profit from the war. It shouldn't be an excessive requirement, right?"

The girl's smug smile~www.readwn.com~ This is probably the case. Although we are the subordinates of Commander Ludwig in name, in fact... what kind of eyes do you have? "

Seeing Carl Bain's increasingly weird expression, Anson couldn't help interrupting.

"It's nothing, I probably understand what's going on, and I'm willing to join in!" Karl, who couldn't help laughing, nodded again and again, swallowed hard and said:

"There is a small problem."

An Sen was at a loss: "What's the problem?"

Didn't you explain it clearly enough?

Carl's mouth grinned to the base of his ears:

"How...how did you hook up with the archbishop's daughter?"

"..." Anson Bach.