I Will Be The Crowned King

In the Golden Stone City Palace, An Sen, who had just got up from the bed, was drinking coffee and having breakfast with Lisa, while watching the list of supplies that Carl Bain had just delivered and negotiated with the Grand Duchy of Thun.

Three waiters in red dresses pushed an elaborate dining cart, filed into the room, and placed on the table a basket of vegetable cakes roasted in olive oil, a plate of black and white nougat made with honey and almonds, a pot of hot Coffee, a sterling silver six-tier snack rack filled with a variety of dried and cut and peeled fruit.

I have to admit that compared to Clovis's "traditional cuisine", Hantuo-style cuisine is really exquisite - of course, it is also possible that Anson's economic situation in the capital made him think that Clovis's cuisine is rather rough.

"One hundred tons of lead powder, one hundred tons of hard bread, forty-five tons of pickles, forty tons of pickles, twenty tons each of cheese and jam, forty barrels of ale, twenty barrels of sweet wine... oh, and more Two barrels of rum?!"

"This was added by the Grand Duke himself, in order to please a certain 'dear nephew'."

Carl Bain, with two dark circles under his eyes, held his forehead and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly:

"In addition to the food that can supply four or five thousand people for a month, there are also some scattered groceries, boots, hats, gloves, belts, etc., all of which add up to about five hundred tons."

"I talked to that Henares, he promised to open all the levels and warehouses for us from Golden Rock City to Eagle Horn City, and provide us with logistics; in addition, if the messenger of Iser Elf appears in the map Well, they will seize it immediately and block the border of Thun, so that we don't have to worry about the enemy coming from the direction of the Seven Cities Alliance."

"It's hard work." Anson smiled and poured Carl a full cup of coffee.

Although Archduke Thun is very generous, it is not a simple task to open a warehouse and move around in one day to collect materials that can be consumed by an infantry division for a month; it requires a professional team just to deploy manpower and determine the materials needed. Logistics management organization, a group of qualified administrative staff, and a commander who can command these people.

And what Anson has is just a group of unqualified logistics troops, a minor secretary, plus Carl Bain - a good adjutant who is loyal and hard-working!

"Oh, by the way, where did Alan Dawn go?"

"I passed out when I was counting ammunition. I'm probably making up my sleep in my room now, right?" Carl replied absentmindedly, holding up his coffee cup and taking a sip:

"Can I ask a question, how on earth did you do it?"

"Huh?" Anson was stunned:

"How to do it... Didn't you see it all?"

"No, no, I'm not talking about this now, but..." Karl's tired face suddenly showed a meaningful smile:

"fiancée?"

Anson's brows jumped down involuntarily.

Lisa, who was trying to eliminate the fruit and vegetable cakes, suddenly raised her head and blinked her big eyes curiously:

"Fiancee, is Anson getting married?!"

Well, well, it looks like Mrs. Bogner did teach her a lot—even what a fiancée is.

"No, no." Anson twitched the corners of his mouth, took a deep breath, and looked at the smiling Karl helplessly:

"It's very complicated, and I can tell you if you really want to know—but not now, and not here, until we're both free and completely free."

"Of course, everything is up to you, I'm free at any time." Karl nodded again and again, the corners of his mouth grinning to the base of his ears:

"Nothing else, I just want to apologize - I saw you were forcibly captured by Ludwig before, and I thought you had a bad time after arriving in the capital; now it doesn't seem like this at all, you are completely ...how to say...you're like a fish in water!"

Facing Carl's sincere apology, Anson, who looked calm, put down the coffee cup and raised his hand to the door without saying a word.

The loyal adjutant immediately stood up and turned away with a smile.

"Oh, one more thing."

Carl, who had just walked to the door, suddenly stopped and turned to look at the calm Anson: "In addition to agreeing to give us the supplies and help, Archduke Thun is not without conditions."

"Oh, what is it?"

"Nothing, do you remember your cousin?"

"Cousin?" An Sen was stunned for a moment:

"You mean Leon Francois?"

"Yes, it's him." Carl nodded:

"He will go to Eagle Point with us!"

………………

"Yes, I will go to Eagle Point City with you."

In the military camp outside Jinshi City, Leon said to An Sen with a little excitement:

"But this is what I asked for. I told my father that since the agreement is to be carried out, of course there must be at least one witness - I will be by your side before Thun and Clovis reach a pact or the plan fails."

"Why?" Anson was a little puzzled.

"Why... didn't I tell you already?"

"No, I'm asking for the real reason."

Facing Anson's questioning, the young knight was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly sighed, and sat down with a disappointed expression:

"Simply put... I want to be by your side and learn how to be a competent leader."

An Sen, who looked calm, did not speak, waiting for the other party's next words.

“About a few months ago, a group of imperial military attachés passed through the vast land and went to the Elven Kingdom of Iser—it is said that their mission was to help the Elven King of Iser train a new army.” The young knight recalled:

"One of them was an officer of your age. He taught me some very basic theories during his stay in Golden Rock City, and we soon became good friends."

"At that time, he told me that it would not take long for the war to spread to the south of the Dawn Mountains, and the Seven Cities Alliance should train a new army as soon as possible, otherwise it will be powerless in future wars."

"To be honest, I didn't take his words to heart at first—until Clovis declared war on the Iser elf, and my father who always told me not to worry about war began to buy weapons from various sources."

"But for me, all the changes are not as exciting as the battle that day." Leon Francois suddenly increased his tone and looked at Anson with burning eyes:

"You led an army of infantry and crossed the Dawn Mountains! Not only that, but after crossing the mountains, with roughly equal strength, you completely defeated me and my army!"

"This is incredible, I... I actually still don't understand how you did it; to be able to maintain sufficient morale and combat effectiveness after crossing the ice peak, your army must be the elite of the Clovis army, right? !"

No, they are just a bunch of officers who are timid and greedy for money, and they are an "army" composed of a group of homeless and bankrupt tenant farmers... It's a pity that you Thun people can even fight the Clovis army of this level. but.

Facing the young knight's faintly admiring eyes, An Sen could only keep a smile in silence - after all, he was counting on his father to pay, so he couldn't slap his face too hard.

"So I hope to join you and the elite army under your command to learn the command and tactical skills of the Clovis people." Leon Francois, who was elated, did not notice Anson's micro-expression at all:

"I can serve as your squire, escort, messenger, or whatever. You can tell me to do anything at will, and I assure you that there will be absolutely no complaints!"

"Of course, if you can, please allow me to sit in on your military meetings, and the other is to be by your side all the time - not only experience, I want to see with my own eyes how you command the army!"

How to command the army... Recalling the scene of the last military meeting, An Sen twitched the corners of his mouth: "Does Grand Duke Thun have any opinion?"

"My father, why does he have an opinion?" The young knight smiled, not quite understanding what Anson meant.

"But you are his only son, or Thun's heir!"

"Yes, but we are relatives." Leon Francois said in a natural tone:

"I went to check according to what you said, and it was exactly the same as what your secretary said; I also found Alex's tombstone in the family cemetery, with her name written on it, Ellie Chris Francois Bach."

"Since it's a relative, why can't I be your squire, cousin Anson Bach?"

Anson was speechless, he was still not quite used to the way of doing things of these nobles.

Wait, something isn't quite right.

If it's true as he said, Archduke Thun nodded in agreement, doesn't that mean Thun handed over an important hostage to Clovis before he signed a covenant?

Anson fell silent.

Although strictly speaking, the two have only met once, the impression left by Grand Duke Claude Francois of Thun is that of Anson, a person who is quite calm and attaches great importance to immediate interests; it is just that his aristocratic background makes his thinking The methods are limited, and some place too much emphasis on ancestry and background.

Apart from these, he is no different from the nobles in the Clovis Privy Council and Archbishop Luther Franz.

An ambitious ruler who attaches great importance to immediate interests, would do such an irrational thing?

No, of course not.

Since this is the case, then he is definitely not doing this to show his favor; the only conceivable possibility is to use this opportunity to find out the truth of Clovis, so as to judge which side he will fall to in the next war.

Well, after all, Clovis is still resisting the invasion of the Empire. At this time, an army of 40,000 people can be dispatched to attack the Iser Elves. It is hard not to doubt whether Clovis really has so many troops. - and indeed not.

If Clovis's attack on Eaglehorn City goes well, then Archduke Thun is likely to really take advantage of the situation to fall to Clovis, get rid of the control of the Iser elves with the help of the southern legion's front, and in one fell swoop in the Seven Cities Alliance Pull together to build momentum and create an unbreakable alliance between the north and south of the Dawn Mountains.

But if the battle doesn't go so well...

"What are you thinking about?"

The young knight who suddenly spoke interrupted Anson's thinking, looking at him with a thoughtful expression inexplicably.

"Nothing!" An Sen, who responded quickly, smiled, and his eyes showed a bit of sincerity:

"It's just that I suddenly felt a little emotional... After two hundred years, Bach of Clovis and François of Thun will join forces again to fight the Iser Elf; I can't help but feel that there is some fate in it. ."

"This is the power of the bloodline - the noble bloodline not only makes us the guides of all living beings, but also guides us to return to the same path for each other." The young knight also sighed:

"The Francois family inherited the power of the bloodline of the 'Holy Grail Knight', and I heard that the Bach family is the same; that proves that we are all descendants of the 'Holy Grail Knight' Lorraine, and Erd Bach two hundred years ago would take the initiative to stand Coming out to fight alongside Alfonso Francois may not be just a coincidence."

"Speaking of this, I heard from your adjutant that you and your army are leaving tomorrow, should we go to the family cemetery together before then to sweep for Alex and Alfonso Francois Tomb?" the young knight suggested.

"Of course, why not?" Anson smiled and nodded:

"It would be great for them to know that Bach and Francois fought side by side again."

"You're right, cousin Anson Bach."

"No no no, you are too kind, cousin Leon Francois."

The two of them, brother and brother Gong, walked side by side towards the outside of the barracks.

"By the way, do you still have contact with the imperial knight who came to Jinshicheng before?"

Anson asked casually.

"Of course, we have been writing letters since he left. In fact, I wrote him a letter until the day I ran into you with the patrol." The young knight laughed:

"He was a very chatty knight, and according to my father, he was the heir of an important duchy in the empire, and a military attaché appointed by the emperor."

"Just when he sent a letter last time, he told me that he had been appointed by the Elf King Iser to be the chief instructor and commander of the Praetorian Guard; although he refused to submit letters many times, he still could not stop the enthusiasm of the Elf King. "

"Oh, so what's his name?"

"His name is Louis Bernard~www.readwn.com~ The young knight with a hearty smile looked at Anson:

"Do you have an impression of this name?"

Anson Bach: "...It seems, there is a little impression?"

"Ah, what a coincidence!"

Leon Francois' eyes lit up: "Actually, when he came, he told me that he was very impressed by a young officer named 'Anson', but I didn't pay much attention to it at the time... Could it be that you and him are the same? Old acquaintance?!"

"This...I'm not very clear." An Sen, whose face changed slightly, twitched his throat and forced a smile:

"Maybe it's just a coincidence? After all, 'Louis' is a very common name in the empire, and 'Anson' is similar!"

"That's right..." The young knight nodded, slightly disappointed:

"That's a pity. I think you two actually have a lot of similarities. It would be nice if there was a chance to introduce you to each other."

"Yeah yeah, that would be great..."