I Will Be The Crowned King

"Cheers to the future of Ice Dragon Fjord - Cheers!"

With the crisp sound of toasting, a simple but extremely sumptuous dinner had just begun in the living room of Rune Mansion.

For some personal reasons, there is no cook in this mansion, which symbolizes the power of the Rune family in the colony; since it is only Anson most of the time, Lisa and her sister live here, and the tower, which is the "head of the family" Leah and her dear sister are inexplicably persistent in cooking, and they don't allow outsiders to set foot in the kitchen at all.

Two votes to one vote, Anson, who was "squatting", either starved to death, or he could only obediently enjoy the delicious food made by Lisa and Talia. right.

But they are not at home today.

Talia went to Winter Torch City, and Lisa, who faithfully performed her duties as a sheriff, was still investigating cases in the city... In order not to neglect the distinguished guests, Anson specially hired the chef of the parliament restaurant, and personally formulated the recipe for the dinner party, and sincerely entertained A rare visit to Baron Aix.

Braised prawns with golden red color, crispy and salty garlic sausages, sauteed pork with eggs and hash browns, raw ham garnished with parsley, sauerkraut stew with a rolling aroma, fried meatballs, almonds Baked white sausage, butter roasted chicken...

All of them are the heaviest flavors, mainly fried barbecue and marinated products, and "Clovis-style deliciousness" with absolutely sufficient calories.

Both of them enjoyed their meal.

Although the Clovis upper class highly respects the simple and cumbersome, gorgeous and light imperial cuisine, as a native Clovis, he still cannot give up his love for these heavy oil and heavy salt delicacies - especially the Baron Aix is ​​very polite brought a bottle of white wine from the collection as a gift.

For a while, the host and guests enjoyed themselves, and they chatted about cooperation and friendship, as if the two people who had only known each other for a few days had become confidants who talked about everything and knew each other.

"So... do you really have the confidence to persuade the mainland to waive the colony's tax for the coming year?"

With a little drunkenness, Baron Aix couldn't hide his excitement and stared at the overlapping figures across the table: "This is not something to joke about, Brigadier General."

"I have no intention of showing you humor in this matter, Baron." Anson leaned back in the most comfortable position on the back of the chair, and the wine glasses that were shaken and played with and the elbows supported on the chair's head formed an ingenious angle:

"If I don't have absolute certainty, why would I take the risk to mention this - I can keep you in the dark, put on a fake show, and finally swallow the colony's tax money for a whole year, and no one will notice. anything unusual."

"Indeed..." Aikes muttered to himself, his expression finally becoming a little more serious.

With the relationship between Anson Bach and the Franz family, coupled with the cooperation of the Rune family, it is enough to easily pocket this unimaginable amount of money.

"In that case, why did you decide to tell me such important information?"

"Because I want to make friends." Anson shook the glass briskly.

"friend?"

"Government - to manage the colony on behalf of our Governor is not a job that can be done by one person. It requires the close cooperation of many people, mutual understanding, tolerance and care for each other, so that the colony can function normally."

Anson put down his glass and stood up, walking around the dining table and slowly approaching the confused Akers: "And all of this would have been impossible without your help and cooperation."

"No no no, Brigadier General, you are wrong." Facing Anson's enthusiasm, Akers looked very humble:

"Below, he's just a member of the Privy Council, a little aristocrat with a house near the Osteria Palace in Clovis City; there's a world of difference between you and an outstanding young talent like you."

"If you say this, it means that you dislike my sincerity."

Anson held the baron's chair with one hand and poured wine for the other party: "Although I have always believed that friendship is priceless, but...for our friendship, I may still have to aggrieve you."

"Like . . . fifty percent?"

Fifty? !

Baron Aikes stared at the wine glass that was being filled little by little, and his pupils shrank violently.

As the newly appointed colonial "Secretary of Taxation and Customs", he also did his homework before he left, and he knew very well how affluent Beluga Port was; last year's tax payment amounted to almost two million gold coins. !

This is still the price of the local "forced expropriation" - the local way of exploiting the colonies is to use various luxury goods, manufactured goods and other hard currency of the New World to exchange and buy the raw materials of the colony at extremely low prices; , as long as the coal and ore can be successfully transported back to the mainland, the price will at least double.

And that was a year ago!

After a whole year of vigorous development by the Luen family, the business routes opened up after the establishment of the Free Confederation, and the investment of various forces headed by the Roland family, the prosperity of Beluga Port has long been far better than before, even if you think about it with your toes, there are definitely more than two million.

But even if there is no increase, 50%... that's a full one million... one million real gold coins... Even the top giants of Clovis, the archdukes of the empire, there are few that can be so lavish as they want. Can you come up with so much money? !

At this moment, Baron Aix felt that his soul was trembling; the wine in the glass seemed to have become the devil's drink, exuding an indescribable temptation.

He raised his head sharply, his eyes focused on Anson's dark brown pupils:

"What do you want me to do?!"

But Anson didn't say a word, smiled and patted his shoulder with his uninjured left hand, slowly sat back to his position, and picked up the glass again:

"Dear Baron Aix, you misunderstood, I don't need you to do anything - I said, all this is just to prove my respect and friendship for you, and I am sincere."

"But……"

"Even if you want to do it, it's not what I ask you to do, but what you do for our common cause. We are friends, but also allies!" Anson shook the wine glass in his hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger:

"After all, even if I can fight for the tax exemption in the next year, I still have to collect the tax from the colonial council if I want to get the exempted tax."

Now, Baron Aikes finally understood: "You mean you want me... ah no! I should come forward and let them pay the tax willingly and... hide the tax exemption?"

"It's up to you." Anson shrugged:

"But then again, as the chief tax officer of the colonies appointed by His Majesty, whether to levy taxes, how much to levy, and how to levy... It all depends on your mind?"

"All we soldiers can do is to assist you, Baron, and cooperate as much as possible."

The undisguised boasting and a little bit of alcohol made the Baron Aikes, who had just been greatly stimulated, very useful.

"I really didn't expect that I, who had been ostracized in the Privy Council, would meet a lifelong soulmate when I arrived in the icy colony."

Aix, who was talking to himself, seemed to use all his strength to raise the glass: "And you... a young officer who was originally suppressed and frozen, but also opened a bright and infinite road after coming to the edge of the world. "

"Is this fate, and a fair fate is guiding us?"

Looking at the baron with great emotion, Anson immediately showed an expression of deep sympathy: "Fate... Yes, maybe when the Ring of Order closed the door, it didn't forget to leave a window for us."

"Ring of Order...door...window? Yes, yes, it must be!"

Baron Aix shouted, and saw him stand up abruptly, raise the wine glass above his head, and suddenly a sacred and solemn expression appeared in his drunken face:

"Raise your glass, Brigadier General Ansen Bach, for the destiny—for the destiny that the Ring of Order has bestowed upon us!"

Anson smiled slightly, got up calmly, and raised his glass like a baron:

"And for our friendship."

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

The two drank and smiled at each other.

In this way, the Storm Legion and the Rune family can directly eat the tax revenue of the colony for a whole year with the official endorsement, without worrying about any risks, and without causing the disgust of the forces in the colony.

As for the half allocated to Baron Aix... Of course he can get the money, but how he gets it and whether he has a chance to enjoy it is another matter.

In this world, your money may only belong to you in name only; and other people's money may not be available to you, or directly become part of your property; on Aix, Anson will at most temporarily put this money on him. The money was deposited in his name, even in name only "belonging to his name".

Once the signs of the local abandonment of the colony are exposed, he, the "Minister of Taxes and Customs", will lose its existence value... Oh, maybe he can also be responsible for taking on the anger of the colony against the local, and use the image of a tool to vent his anger to warm up.

But before that, let him use his drunkenness to make this dream a little longer.

……………………

The central square of Beluga Harbor, the "Pious Faith" chapel.

Carl Bain was alone in the data room, frowning through the rows of data files on the cabinet.

The Knights of No Faith, the New World Corporation and Bank, the Plaza Riot, the Harold Foundation, the Assassination... All kinds of bad things that have happened recently have made this chief of staff very annoying, especially now that he is busy with the expansion and shooting of the army. The work of the army is almost too big.

Until he suddenly remembered that there may be clues about the activities of the Knights of No Faith and the Harold Foundation in the data room of the Faithful Alliance headquarters.

Although it is only a folk religious organization, since the entire organization is almost formed by the Storm Division, it is inevitable to retain many traces left by the founders - including Anson's secretary Alan Dawn, and his That "documenting, filing and filing of everything" habit.

These materials are generally archived on a daily basis, and the content is nothing more than the news that happened that day, the patrol experience of a certain faithful militiaman, and the disputes handled, which are far more boring than the diary of a certain commander-in-chief.

However, if the date is determined in advance, and it can even be specific to what happened to a certain area or a certain person, these boring files will become clear clues, allowing readers to "see" the time. In the end what happened.

"...Well, so Anson only brought the little clerk with him when he went to the restaurant that day. The time was 5:30 in the morning. The restaurant... No, there won't be too many idle people waiting in the entire council. Assassins can easily Infiltrate the parliament..."

"...Wait, the hotel family was killed in the morning, Miss Lisa led someone to find there in the afternoon, but this militiaman named Aesop also saw a family of three entering the hotel at noon, this may be a clue... "

"...The Harold Foundation has appeared a little more often, why are they everywhere? But Anson seems to have said that these guys are already allies, um...let's write it down first..."

"...There are even militiamen from the Faithful Alliance to apply for the officers of the Shooting Army. Oh, this militia has just joined for less than a month. It used to work around Red Hand Bay before. Its name is..."

"...It turns out that two days before the riot in the square, the gangsters had stepped on the surrounding area early. It is difficult for them to block the surrounding streets so quickly~www.readwn.com~ It doesn't seem like a purposeless action..."

"...No, no, this is not reasonable. It is already the end of November. How can we still see records of foreign mercenary groups and pioneering organizations arriving at Beluga Harbor..."

As he continued to climb over and talk to himself, the chief of staff's brows became more and more tightly locked. He originally just wanted to take the opportunity to pass the time and relax, and he completely sank into the sea of ​​​​all kinds of information, and followed a pair of eyes to review for nearly two months. Everything that happened in Beluga Harbor.

Perhaps because he was too involved, he didn't even notice that the sky outside was completely dim, and continued to read through a dimly yellow kerosene lamp, while making notes on his personal notes.

This state continued for a long time until a familiar sound came from behind him.

"boom--!"

The rapid notes echoed in the silent data room, and Carl stopped immediately and turned his head to look at the closed window.

Nothing.

Carl narrowed his eyes slightly, walked slowly to the window, carefully opened the lock, and lifted the window upwards; a lead that was still smoking faintly appeared on the edge of the window, which seemed to be after hitting an object. , which fell from the sky.

But in the dark night, except for the howling of the icy cold wind, there was no movement.

How can it be?

Picking up the lead bullet gently, Carl closed the window again, picked up the notebook on the table as if nothing had happened, and deliberately walked out of the reference room door without turning off the light.

Judging from the experience of a veteran, if it wasn't for some magic being applied to the still smoking lead bullet, the muzzle of the fire would not have been more than 20 meters away from him, plus the sound of the gunshot without warning. , are silently telling the same thing...

You have to get out of here!

And immediately!