I Will Be The Crowned King

"Conspiracy, this is definitely a conspiracy!"

In the military camp map room, Carl patted the table hard, pointed to the map and said loudly to the crowd:

"Just based on the information we already have, Calindia has already assembled nearly 20,000 troops by themselves - this is not counting the allies of those stinky fish and shrimps, and the total force is at least 30,000!"

"According to the previous sand table deduction, even if they don't fight with us, they can at least delay us for more than two months at the border. How can we surrender so decisively? There must be fraud!"

"About this, I think everyone here should be very clear."

Fabian approached with two cups of hot coffee and handed one of them to the chief of staff:

"The crux of the issue is what the other party's true intentions are; in addition, you can't deny that the Carindian messenger's proposal is indeed very tempting-I discussed with many officers after the meeting, and they all hope that the deputy The commander can accept the other party's proposal."

"Poisonous mushrooms are also very tempting. If you eat them, you will die."

Carl, who rolled his eyes, took the coffee cup and took a sip. After calming down a bit, he turned his attention to Leon Francois on the other side of the map table:

"I remember that the relationship between Thun and Carindia has always been very good. The Francois family has close relations with several families mainly engaged in the wine and coffee trade; your father, Claude Francois, has there been any recent What information did you receive?"

Facing the hopeful eyes from everyone, little Leon who was silent for a moment could only shake his head awkwardly-although he really wanted to say something:

"After the White Tower City rebellion, the Francois family began to gradually cut off contact with the outside world, and began to realize that the borderlands of the vast land that were approaching the war had blocked their borders, and the control of caravans and travelers was very strict."

"No, but maybe my father has other special news channels, or private contacts or the like." Seeing that everyone was beginning to show disappointment, the panicked little Leon quickly added:

"I will write to him and ask him, maybe I can find some valuable clues to the negotiations of Carindia!"

"Well...then please."

Karl Bain, who nodded, didn't say more, trying not to let himself be too disappointed to make the other party feel guilty - although little Leon looked guilty already.

Even if there is no hope at all, but since there is one, I have to try it... Maybe there is.

"I-I don't know what the consequences will be if Carindia surrenders, but..." The little secretary in the corner of the map table slowly raised his right hand and said carefully:

"But if we can really solve the problem without bloodshed, we can avoid the siege of the city and the spread of the war to the Hantu Cathedral in Port Carindia."

Carl Bain was stunned for a moment, he really didn't think of this layer: "Is this important?"

"It's very important. It's not an exaggeration to call it the lifeline of the logistics department of the Storm Division."

"Usually, the levies of the Clovis Kingdom go out to fight, and their logistics are attached to a regular army or a strong contractor supply line - for example, our logistics problems were all entrusted to the logistics department of the Southern Legion."

"But after the storm division went south, especially after the base was established in Baita City, the connection between the two sides has become very weak, and a lot of work has to be maintained by the logistics department that we have just formed."

"But with the current weak administrative processing capabilities of the storm division, the storage and transportation alone, plus the overall planning work, are already the limit, and the excess is overloaded operation, and it is impossible to deal with the collection of compensation from the vassal state. cash flow business.”

"Therefore, it is very necessary to have a strong bank to handle these tasks for the Storm Division - the transfer of compensation for various vassal countries, the large-scale loot mortgage and cash exchange, temporary loans, cash and valuables custody..."

The little secretary's expression was very serious: "If you want to find a big bank that can handle all these problems for you, has strong strength and is absolutely neutral, and won't betray customers, there is only Hantu Cathedral!"

"And usually if there is a turmoil or war in the location of the church, in order to show that the church strictly adheres to its neutrality and does not interfere in secular affairs, the church will be closed - naturally, the banking business will be suspended at the same time."

"Does it have to be Hantu Cathedral?" Fabian put down the coffee cup and asked carefully:

"Usually it doesn't matter which church you choose as long as it's in the same diocese?"

"If the amount is not high, that's right." The little secretary explained seriously:

"But except for the cathedral at the core of each diocese, there is a limit on the amount of cash handled by the other churches every day; judging by the amount of compensation the Storm Division has collected and involved in the arms trade, unless the other party is required to directly take out that much gold, there is In the White Tower City vault, otherwise few churches can afford such a huge cash flow business."

The little secretary with a worried expression turned his head and looked at An Sen who was always silent: "Of course, this is just your loyal secretary, a little immature suggestion - there is absolutely no one who dislikes too much work and wants to refuse. Meaning! Absolutely not!"

"I know."

Looking at the nervous, scared and guilty little secretary, An Sen with a soft expression chuckled and waved at him: "You have done your best, and I blame me for throwing such a heavy burden on you alone."

"No no no no... I, I'd love to have so much work to do! I'm not lying to you, I really don't have any..."

"alright."

Raising his hand to interrupt the little clerk's defense, Anson turned his gaze to the rest of the people, and all eyes from the map table turned to him - except for Lisa, who was already asleep.

Lisa, who was embracing Borny, put her arms around her calves, curled up and sat on the chair, her small head tucked into her thin chest, her angelic face showed a faint happy smile, her shoulders undulating slightly, and she said "Pu~u~" snoring.

Speaking of which, Lisa's sleep time has really been getting longer and longer. From being able to hold back all day and night in Clovis City, to later in the trenches on the battlefield, she can also sleep soundly listening to the sound of guns. , and sometimes even while eating while sleeping unknowingly.

In this regard, the storm divisions expressed that their emotions were stable and everything was normal; compared to the girl's terrifying individual combat effectiveness, it was her gluttony and sleepiness, which made them feel that the deputy commander's sister was a normal "human", and Not some kind of monster.

Well, children, it is normal to fall asleep when growing up.

"I have a question."

Anson crossed his fingers and looked at Carl with his thumb on his chin: "If... I mean, if there is really some conspiracy in the surrender of Carindia, what are they most afraid of now?"

afraid of what?

Carl frowned, subconsciously took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, but after seeing Lisa and the little secretary, he silently put the matchbox back into his pocket.

"It should be... afraid of being exposed by us?" Little Leon speculated:

"If we guessed their conspiracy, all their preparations would be useless."

Fabian shook his head: "I'm afraid not - they are just sending people to negotiate with us now, and if they succeed, they are just reaching an intention; even if the two sides repent in the end, they have nothing to lose."

"I think what the Republic of Carindia is afraid of is that we don't care about their thoughts at all, and insist on occupying the entire Carindia city by city." Fabian said solemnly:

"Unlike Thun, Carindia is a republic, and their ruling foundation is unstable and divided - also facing the siege of the enemy, the Grand Duke Claude Francois can not care about the gains and losses of one city and one place. ; As long as the Golden Stone City is still there, it doesn't matter if it is necessary to throw some insignificant territory to the enemy."

"Thun's land, not an inch is redundant!" Little Leon protested in a low voice.

"But Carindia can't." Fabian raised his finger and pointed to the map:

"Because the rulers are not one but a group of people, the loss of any one family will cause internal divisions in Carindia; not to mention that if we do attack city by city, it will amount to three-quarters of the The Carindian nobles are uprooted!"

"So if I'm not mistaken, the messenger of Carindia is probably related to the local tyrants in the Republic; they are afraid that this will upset the balance of Carindia; so they would rather bow to us than let themselves lose power ."

"Is it just a local tyrant?" Carl Bain asked rhetorically, glancing at the secretary who sipped coffee:

"Alan just said that once the war breaks out, the church will close all business of the local church - I am not very familiar with the bank, but compared to the storm division, I am afraid this will hit Carindia harder. ?"

"really!"

Fabian's eyes showed a little surprise, and he looked back suddenly to the little secretary: "Is there any information on this?!"

"The details are not available for the time being." The young secretary who was suddenly asked had a slightly nervous expression:

"But the main bank for various trades in Carindia is indeed the Church - including the seafood, wine and coffee trades jointly operated by the Francois family, all of which are the most profitable trade items in the Seven Cities Alliance. "

"That makes sense!"

Fabian and Karl looked at each other: "Once the war breaks out, the impact on Carindia may be fatal!"

"So they are more afraid of the impact of war than we are, because Carindia is a commercial republic, and trade is their lifeblood." Karl nodded:

"Once we become a vassal state, we have an obligation to protect them from aggression - Carindia intends to spend money to buy peace."

"This is not a conspiracy." Little Leon couldn't help but said:

"At most, it's too cowardly, and I don't even have the courage to defend my dignity!"

"Yes, and all the above are just our unfounded guesses." Fabian shrugged with a smile:

"Who knows? Maybe the consuls of Carindia actually devised a big conspiracy, or... they sincerely want to join the Kingdom of Clovis, and we think them too badly."

"Since you're not sure, take the initiative to ask."

Anson looked around in front of the map table, his eyes swept across everyone's faces:

"Look how sincere Carindia is!"

………………

"what did you say?"

The envoy of Carindia was stunned for a moment, and looked at Anson across the table with a stunned expression: "Disagree?!"

"Not to disagree."

Anson said kindly, raised his hand and motioned to the little secretary beside him to pour a cup of coffee for the other party: "But after careful consideration, we feel that this agreement is too harsh and disrespectful to Carindia!"

"No, there is no disrespect, this is all of our own volition!" The Carindian messenger waved his hands again and again:

"We are very willing to surrender to Clovis, really!"

"I know, but that's the problem."

Anson pointedly pointed to the agreement on the table: "Carindia surrendered to Clovis - but the surrender should mean that one side was defeated by the other...or captured or something, right? Bar?"

"Uh... yes." The messenger nodded subconsciously, and then suddenly woke up and quickly went back:

"No no no...that's not what I meant! I mean..."

"Your meaning is very clear!" Anson squeezed his shoulder with a "crack!":

"The Republic of Carindia should not surrender - because you have not been defeated by us, or more precisely, our army has not even entered your territory, so why surrender?"

The messenger glanced at the right hand on his shoulder, and carefully twitched his throat: "You mean..."

"I think Carindia deserves a better agreement." Anson said with great sincerity: "More importantly, the Storm Division has no right to reach any agreement on behalf of the Clovis Privy Council, which is not within my purview."

"So you should set off immediately to Clovis City and submit a diplomatic application to the Privy Council; also tell me what I heard, the Privy Council believes that as an ally, the Republic of Carindia is far more valuable to Clovis than the Grand Duchy of Thun. ——I only tell you about this matter~www.readwn.com~ Don't tell anyone else!"

The messenger nodded silently, then looked suspiciously at the deputy commander who suddenly became enthusiastic:

"What about you?"

"Since it's not surrender, it's an alliance; then, as the party accepting the alliance, of course we have to show enough sincerity." An Sen smiled slightly:

"So I decided to lead the Storm Division and the army of 5,000 Thuns totaling 10,000 people to the port of Carindia, the capital of Carindia, to negotiate head-to-head with the distinguished Council of Carindia to confirm their respective requirements and condition."

"Of course, since it is an alliance, then some tasks can be completed by the way - such as receiving military fortresses along the way, transportation hubs, army changing flags, etc., these are just trivial things that must be completed, I believe you should not Wouldn't want to, right?"

"If... I mean if, on our way to Port Carindia, there are some attempts to interfere, such as trying to surrender against your side - I mean traitors to the wishes of the Alliance, we can also help you clean up by the way. Portal - I mean... patiently guide them."

"What do you think of my proposal?"