I Will Be The Crowned King

With the official declaration of war by the Kingdom of Clovis against the Elven Kingdom of Iser, the capital, which had just experienced a riot, could no longer see the signs of its former decadence; the cluttered streets were emptied, and the street lamps and eaves were filled with blood. The Unicorn King Flag, the city is a bustling, lively scene with a chilling atmosphere.

On March 13th, after the "Strategic Deployment" was officially announced by the "Kingdom Loyalty News", the hustle and bustle of the atmosphere reached its peak; the whole kingdom was full of joy, as if they had seen the legion's triumphant return, and the Elf King Yisel knelt down. Sorry news.

According to the introduction of the "Kingdom Loyalty News", the entire "Southern Corps" will be "combined" with ten conscription corps, plus two regular armies of the Third Army and the Fifth Army of the Southern Fortress, totaling 30,000 troops, well-trained and well-equipped. There are nearly fifty light and heavy artillery pieces, which can be called armed to the teeth.

After seeing this "official first-hand news", the major newspapers and magazines in Clovis quickly followed as if they had been beaten by chicken blood, racking their brains from all conceivable angles with at least three or four pages. Introduce to readers, analyze why "Clovis must win, Iser must lose."

"Clowe Truth" even opened the "Isel Punishment War" bet, betting how many days the Ysel elf would kneel to Clovis and beg for mercy, announcing unconditional surrender.

Of course, if anyone is willing to investigate, they will find that the so-called "Third Army" and "Fifth Army" have been reorganized into another Western Corps as early as last year, and they are "ghosts" with only numbers. Legion"; the entire Southern Legion's living men consisted of a conscription of nearly 10,000 people.

But in an atmosphere of passion, no one cared about these "little things that didn't matter."

The people at the bottom are waiting for factories to reopen, the middle class is only concerned about when the market will reopen, and the upper class is looking forward to the farewell banquet prepared by the palace for the new commander of the regiment, Major General Ludwig Franz, two days after tomorrow.

A war that has not yet begun has turned into a carnival from top to bottom in Clovis City.

War is a gamble, and in the eyes of the Clovis people, the war against the Iser elves is a gamble that is sure to win; countless businessmen and nobles who are keen to invest have set their sights on this lucrative gamble. .

In order to provide sufficient supplies for the coming war, snowflakes of orders flew to the desks of many suppliers in the city; with the support of the orders, one factory after another damaged in the riot was quickly rebuilt, countless countless of homeless people were recruited into factories.

The factory owners who received the sky-high orders felt the joy of being given money by the bank for the first time. They took loans with extremely low interest to repair the workshop, purchase equipment, and recruit staff.

In this carnival-like investment boom, who has not noticed a very low-key figure in the past, who frequently appeared in the list of investors - Rune.

In addition to investing in several old-fashioned military enterprises, this low-key and wealthy ancient family also acquired several bankrupt factories in outer urban areas, added a large number of machines, and established a military factory belonging to the Luen family.

Although the Luen family does not have an exclusive chamber of commerce and enterprises because of deliberately avoiding the sight of some people, the family investment projects are very wide, including but not limited to coal mines, steel, transportation, storage, railways, textiles, trade...

If Anson can describe it, this ancient family that has been standing for hundreds of years is like an octopus with countless tentacles, and has already firmly grasped the entire city of Clovis in the palm of his hand.

With such a large base, it is impossible for a new type of military factory to lack raw materials, transportation and sales channels; and now Clovis is fighting on almost all sides, so long as the machine is turned on, there is no worry that the goods will not be sold.

Under Talia Rune's "bad taste", the factory was named "August", and the logo was two, three compact blood-red hollow triangles.

Relying on bribery and the operation of "traditional" aristocratic parliamentarians who have had a good relationship with the Rune family for many years, the first batch of "August" rear-loading rifles totaling 2,000 were pre-ordered before the assembly line. Army of the South going on expedition.

And just when everyone rejoiced and celebrated the victory of the war in advance, a brand new organization was officially established on Whitehall Street.

In order to eliminate the traces of the past Guards, the new security force was named Clovis Police Department, because the headquarters was located in Whitehall Street, also referred to as "Whitehall".

Under the order of the Privy Council, the Clovis Police Department has recruited a total of about 3,000 ordinary soldiers and grass-roots officers from the former Guards. As the core force of the entire agency, it has been granted the power to recruit auxiliary officers and set up strongholds in the city. , and only accountable to the Privy Council.

On March 13th, people in the outer city who woke up from their sleep and rushed to the factory saw for the first time patrolling soldiers in uniform on the muddy streets, and were told that the outer city where they lived would soon welcome Earth-shaking changes: The king wants to lay standardized roads, build one-piece townhouses, and set up more welfare homes and public schools...

"All this is a promise made by the great and merciful His Majesty Carlos II to his loyal kingdom people!" Whenever someone asked, the patrolling Whitehall police officers would answer with a unified voice :

"The merciful Your Majesty wants to build a city where everyone can live happily, so if you encounter robbery and theft in the future, or are bullied by factory overseers, and you can't get wages, you can come to us; in His Majesty's name , we will do justice for you people!"

"All of this is the great and merciful Carlos, the mercy and charity for you people, understand?!"

In the face of the police's arrogant replies, the people who were anxious to go to work could only reiterate their promises, but when they thought about it, they felt that something was not right, but they didn't know what went wrong.

On March 13, after nearly two weeks of pressure, Clovis Cathedral finally sent a full record of the riot to the headquarters of the Church of Order in the Holy City, and remarked in the document that Mace. Hornard's death certificate, and a list of those killed on the Church side of the incident.

In the bar hall of the Seeking Club on Frederick Street, the expressionless Cole Dorian looked at the portraits on the entire wall, and silently hung an old flintlock axe on his waist.

He put on a three-cornered hat, hiding his always smiling cheeks in the shadow of the brim and collar.

On March 13th, a storm was about to begin.

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Inner city, Wangdu Central West Station.

A very ordinary figure walked into the station with the crowd like a tidal wave. The water vapor that filled the air made everyone walk in a fog. Only with the looming gas light, the gears were rubbing and the steam engine was turning. Walking through the loud noise of the station.

He was wearing an old dirty and tattered coat, his muddy trouser legs dragged to the heels, his messy red hair was sticking out from under the brim of his hat, and he was carrying a suitcase that seemed to be falling apart. wave through the crowd.

Walking into the platform, he casually found a bench and sat down, skillfully took out a box of inferior cigarettes from his pocket, and while holding the cigarette holder, he struck a match in his hand.

Maybe it was because of the water vapor and dampness, so it couldn't be lit.

"Clap!"

A small flame appeared in front of him, and under the flame was a person's finger.

"Want to borrow a fire?"

An Sen, who was sitting beside him at some point, smiled at the stunned novelist.

Draco, who was holding a cigarette, was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth turned up:

"In such a crowded place as a train station...Aren't you afraid of being caught by the church?"

Anson shrugged with a smile on his face: "If you move fast, you won't."

Draco stopped talking, and the inferior cigarettes that were on the flame were a bright golden red.

Gently shaking off the flames from his fingertips, Anson withdrew his right hand with a playful expression.

"This is going away?"

"Yeah, everything that needs to be done has been done." The novelist who swallowed the clouds said calmly:

"The guards are finished, the seeds and flames have been planted, and the city no longer needs me."

"Is it so open?"

"It doesn't matter if I watch it or not, it's the only things I can do; everything takes time, not something that can be done overnight." Draco shook his head:

"Even if I can kill the Guards once, twice or even countless times, many established concepts and things will still not change; because the people who make up the new Guards are still people, unless people's concepts are completely reversed, otherwise the same thing It doesn't matter how many times you repeat it."

"If that's the case, why don't you consider joining this new guard?" Anson asked deliberately.

Draco smiled: "Do you think Carlos II would allow a man who started a riot and forced him to make a promise to become the commander of the New Guards? He is very generous if he can tolerate me leaving alive."

"But then again, I think you are quite suitable to be a commander... It's a pity that you didn't succeed."

"Why?" An Sen looked curious, with a vague expectation.

Is it because of his excellent military literacy, superb strategic vision, perfect planning and on-the-spot response?

"It has nothing to do with ability." Draco, who didn't notice Anson's slightly changed expression, said to himself:

"Mainly because of...cognition."

"Knowledge?"

"It may be a bit vague to say that, let me give an example that is easier to understand." Draco changed his words:

"Of all the people I've come into contact with, so far, you're the only one who hasn't been surprised by the 'new way of policing' that I've proposed."

"Some of them just took my idea as a 'fiction setting' and nothing more than fun...like Lady Catalina of the Railroad Commission."

"Some people are shocked after reading it carefully, and they think this set of things fits with some things in his mind that have only vague ideas, as some kind of forward-looking, future, some kind of perfect things... For example Speaking of Viscount Bogner."

"Some people feel that this thing is outrageous just by looking at it, and they regard it as a monstrous beast, which is used against their evil plans... I guess the guards should be this kind of person, although in fact it is."

"There are people who don't judge my plan with good and evil, but only use it as a tool to make profits and seize power, so that their family can better attach themselves to the power core of the Clovis Kingdom... Yes, what I'm talking about is His Excellency Archbishop Luther Franz."

Speaking of which, Draco Wilters with the corners of his mouth raised turned his head to look at Anson, with some strange light flashing in his eyes:

"Only you, Anson Bach."

"Only you have not been surprised by this from beginning to end; to you, public order and management are things that seem to exist naturally."

Facing Draco's playful eyes, Anson laughed dryly; being stared at for this reason was beyond his expectations:

"Shouldn't it exist?"

"Of course it should exist." Draco nodded solemnly:

"The city of Clovis is getting bigger and bigger, and people's living environment is much denser than in the towns and villages in the past. Correspondingly, more manpower is needed to establish a more efficient and complex public security management system than in the past. Otherwise, the factory And the city is a powder keg that can explode at any time...it's a matter of course."

"But even things that are taken for granted take time for people to accept and understand."

"Only a small number of people, because of some innate aptitude or special experience, allow them to understand all of this faster..." Draco looked at Anson more and more playfully when he said this.

"Where are you going after leaving Clovis City?"

The hairy Anson immediately changed the subject: "The train on this platform is heading to the south, but there is going to be a war there. Is this the right time to go?"

"I don't want to go if I can." Draco smiled bitterly:

"But there is no way, the work needs it."

"Work?"

"Yes, and I guess that Miss Sophia Franz has already seen what she saw and told you exactly?"

"you do this delibrately?"

"Of course, otherwise she wouldn't let me go so easily. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

While the two were chatting, a pitch-black steam train entered the platform with a sharp whistle, and the crowd instantly engulfed by the steam began to flow towards the black, hideous shadow.

The novelist who picked up the suitcase also stood up from the bench, stomped out the cigarette he spat on the ground with his feet, and walked towards the train with the crowd.

"Wait a moment."

An Sen, who was still sitting on the bench, hugged his shoulders and stopped his back: "Aren't you going to talk to me about the Truth Society?"

"It's no use."

Draco, who stopped, turned his head to look at Anson, with a hearty smile on his face: "It turns out, Anson Bach, you are not the kind of guy who is used to being swept away in a storm and being changed; I, more than a lot of us, want to change the look of things, even if you're still kidding yourself to get used to it all."

"So trust me, it won't be long before you join us."

"Just not now!"