I Will Be The Crowned King

Beluga Harbor Command, early morning.

In the brightly lit living room, Anson Bach curled up on the sofa next to the fireplace, holding a half glass of rum, musing on a scribbled promotional poster.

As the military commander of Beluga Port and the de facto colonial governor, he should have appeared in the parliament at the first moment; or the ruins destroyed by the evil gods, led the soldiers of the Storm Legion to organize the rescue, mobilize materials to help the affected people, and do everything possible Everything may stabilize people's hearts and minimize the impact of this sudden disaster, but...

"...The Great Ring of Order came in person, saved Beluga Harbor from the evil god, and gave a true savior to the new world shrouded in darkness in the north!"

"...Ansen Bach is our savior!"

Just based on the scribbled handwriting that is almost indistinguishable, it is not difficult to feel how excited the author is... An Sen twitched the corners of his mouth:

"Is this really what he wrote?"

"Probably not." Carl, who was sitting on the chair opposite, shook his head solemnly, and the constantly shaking wine glass in his hand revealed his mood at the moment:

"I personally think that it was probably transcribed by an audience on the spot - in the state of Baron Aix at the scene, it should be impossible to prepare such a softly worded and standard spelling poster."

"..." Anson Bach.

"But no matter what the Lord Baron saw because of what he shouldn't, he deliberately pretended to be mad and foolish in order to save his life, or whether he really regarded you as the savior of Beluga Harbor, his purpose has been achieved."

Resisting the urge to laugh out loud, the chief of staff, whose mouth kept twitching, took a sip of rum: "Now half of Beluga is about to become his fanatic, and the remaining half are already."

This is also the reason why Carl forcibly dragged Anson back to the headquarters as soon as he discovered Anson-if the already fanatical people of Beluga Harbor now see the "savior" in their minds, the situation will be 100% out of control.

"In the city, I arranged for Fabian to be responsible for disaster relief, and the junior secretary to stay in the parliament to collect information, and contact the New World Company to mobilize food, fuel, and supplies for reconstruction of the ruins as soon as possible... For the time being, it's better for you not to show up in public. ."

Speaking of this, Carl suddenly paused, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Of course, if you enjoy the feeling of being regarded as a savior, just pretend I didn't say it."

For this obvious ridicule, Anson habitually chose to ignore it.

And that Baron Aix who suddenly became a mad believer in the Ring of Order... Although he is not clear about his motives for the time being, and it will definitely bring a lot of trouble, it is still beneficial to Anson... or the entire colony for the time being.

If An Sen stood up now and told the tens of thousands of people in and out of Beluga Harbour who had been "bewitched" by him, the situation was not what they thought, and that he was not a savior, he must explain what happened that night.

Obviously, that's not possible.

Tell them that killing the evil **** is not the ring of order at all, but another evil god, and will become their ruler in the not too distant future?

Regardless of whether it is in the interests of the Storm Legion, Anson personally considers himself lucky enough to have been physically wiped out before his social death—and it is Rune who counts him as his friend.

So, for better or worse, Baron Aikes has always given all Beluga people an explanation - although the side effects may be a bit big.

Fortunately, this is the new world. If it is in Clovis, let the court know that it is called "the savior sent by the ring of order" by the locals...

Just thinking about the scene that would appear, An Sen couldn't help but shudder.

Although he has become a Blasphemer Mage, he has only accepted the identity of an "evolver" at this moment, and he has no self-consciousness of "no longer a human being", and is still considering issues from the perspective of the past.

Thinking of the "side effect", Anson realized that there were only himself and Carl in the living room: "Wait, where did Lisa go?"

"I didn't go anywhere, and I was with the guards in the lounge of the Beluga Harbor Council."

Throwing down the cup, Carl snorted angrily: "I'm not a group of monsters like you, how do you think I avoided the thousands of people in the council, found you as soon as possible, and returned to the headquarters safe and sound of?"

"You mean..."

"That group of people can't find you, so they can only circle around Lisa, offer her up like a god, and do whatever they want with her."

The corners of Carl's mouth began to rise uncontrollably: "Of course, Lisa doesn't know exactly what happened, but it doesn't stop her from enjoying the feeling at all, what exactly happened... You can probably imagine it without me telling you. come out."

Anson, who was holding the wine glass, was silent for a while, then nodded slightly - he already had a picture in his mind.

A girl with tousled chestnut hair and a smirk on her face sat cross-legged on a sunlit pulpit, holding her favorite steam rifle in her arms, and looking down on the multitude of people with a mess of weapons hanging all over her body.

The ones closest to her were the most honorable priests, who bowed and offered all kinds of desserts with their hands;

Followed by the lesser servants, they knelt down on one knee and held canned beef, chicken, cured pork... above their heads with both hands for her to enjoy;

The outer part is responsible for preparing all the food she wants for the girl, kneeling on her knees, handing it over to the servants and priests in front, and accepting the girl's protection;

As for the rest... the rest are the criminals who don't know the situation. They are basically equivalent to heretics or heretics in this system. Lisa needs to pull the trigger of the rifle herself to physically give them "the big sheriff's punishment"... …

Such a "religious scene" with clear layers, orderly and harmonious atmosphere, just thinking about it makes people feel like their brains are boiling, and I don't know what angle to evaluate in order to be fair and objective.

And thinking about it like this, Anson felt even more that he didn't need to come forward for the time being.

But even so, many issues are still waiting to be dealt with, which will not give him much leisure as the colonial governor (in fact).

"Although the specific loss and casualty figures have not yet come out, there is already a rough range..."

After gulping down the rum, the chief of staff took out a letter from his arms: "The number of casualties of the legion is very good. Including the second and third infantry regiments, there are less than 300 people in total."

"The shooting army is similar. According to the situation reported by Fabian, the fighting was terrible, but the casualties were only between 200 and 500-and the real number of deaths was definitely below 100, which is a ring of order...or whatever. God bless."

"The situation in the city is not so good. The port area was completely destroyed, and the casualties were about a thousand. Warehouses, wharves, shipyards, shops, houses... all were destroyed. Thousands of people lost their livelihoods, fuel and The food will last until tonight at best - it's winter in December and it's New Year's soon."

"I can't solve this matter, all the good reputation we have saved before, I'm afraid..."

"Overshadowed?" Anson raised his brows.

Carl paused, then shook his head and said:

"I think it should be called ashes."

Anson was silent.

Although he really wanted to fight back against Carl's complaints, he knew it was true-even though the Rune family and the Storm Legion had worked so hard to make Moby-Dick Harbor reach a height that did not belong to her, and it was as prosperous as it once was. Sail the city; but as long as the reconstruction and disaster relief work cannot be solved as soon as possible, the trust and loyalty that have been won with great difficulty will immediately disappear.

Of course, in that case the so-called "savior" problem no longer exists, but this is definitely not what Anson, or the military corps, the Rune family, and the forces that have invested a lot of resources in Beluga Harbor want.

He had to act, and act immediately.

"Are the materials currently stored in Beluga Port enough to handle it?"

An Sen asked in a deep voice: "Can you solve the problem if you count the reserves of the two legions and the surrounding farms?"

"Of course it can - rebuilding the port, and finding new livelihoods for those colonists is not easy, but it's absolutely fine to let them survive this winter."

He gave an affirmative answer, but Carl's frowning continued unabated: "It's just that you think about it clearly, if these resources are smashed, the construction of the shooting army must be postponed."

"And large-scale collection of food... Even if there are good reasons, it will still cause dissatisfaction with the surrounding farms and colonies."

"I understand that." Anson nodded slightly: "But unless you have another way, we can only do this - thousands of colonists, Beluga Harbor can't afford such a loss."

The chief of staff didn't take the words. He pursed the corners of his mouth tightly and stared at Anson with very meaningful eyes.

"What's up?"

"It's nothing, it's what you said... a better way." Carl hesitantly said, without blinking his eyes:

"I'm just putting forward an idea. From your point of view, or from the perspective of the Rune family, do you think...is there a possibility..."

"What is possible?"

"You know, it's...that possibility..."

"Which can..."

The confused An Sen was just about to say something, but suddenly his expression changed and he realized something: "You don't think..."

"I'm just asking!" Karl hurriedly added, his face pale with tension:

"is it possible?"

"...Absolutely not!"

After hesitating for a second, An Sen decisively rejected: "The side effects are too great, and the final result may be 10,000 times more terrifying than letting these thousands of people starve to death!"

He finally figured out what Carl meant - let Thalia or Rune multiply the flesh, or multiply thousands of worms like the Lord of the Abyss to feed the lifeless thousands people!

Not to mention whether he can get Rune to agree, even if he agrees, Anson would not dare to feed ordinary people with the flesh and blood of apostles or blasphemous mages, even if they are cooked.

The evolutionary person who has reached that level is almost full of various mutation factors in his body. If he eats it casually, the best result is to mutate into a strange shape, which is much faster than drinking nuclear waste water.

But Anson can think of a way-although he can't conjure food or forcefully repair the destroyed port, but open up the field to cover the entire Beluga Port to ensure that the wind and snow in the next few days can be a little weaker and the temperature will rise a few degrees. , it can still be done.

By the way, you can also exercise your control over the field and deepen your understanding of the rules, which can be regarded as serving multiple purposes.

After being rejected directly by Anson, Carl was not discouraged, on the contrary he was greatly relieved:

"Since that's the case, then I'm going to mobilize the army's supplies and reserves, and start the food collection work for a period of time in the future."

"The sharp drop in the farm's income will definitely cause the army to fill up, so this matter must first be greeted by the officer corps, and the situation will be informed to all the soldiers - there will definitely be no compensation, and it will have to wait until next year."

"Originally, I could try to buy some food from the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea, but now... I can only knock it out from the Free Confederation."

"I'm going to find a way for the Free Confederation, and by the way, there is Beigang - since the mainland is likely to abandon us, I will not refuse an excessive request." Anson added:

"As long as the price is right, the Cecil family should and will not refuse the grain trade."

"Hopefully." Carl sighed, obviously not holding out much hope for the homeland.

For an industry expert who has been fighting for the cause of "taking the blame" all the year round, regardless of whether the army or the kingdom's senior management, "remembering the old love" is an extremely rare emergency. The scumbag is only a hundred times worse.

"But after the war of independence just now, the reserves of the Free Confederation may not be particularly optimistic. Do you have any plans?"

"Yes, so I'm not going to reach out to those colonies that are so poor that they have to be helped by Beluga Harbor." Anson is very sure:

"Changhu Town, and Yangfan City... At present, these two colonies should be the only ones who can provide extra rations to support us."

The former is a famous material distribution center in the whole New World. It is engaged in livestock trade all year round. There must be a lot of materials on hand that can be mobilized and transported at any time~www.readwn.com~ There is no need to temporarily collect.

The latter is the most important granary of the Free Confederation, and there are two large colonies directly supported; although the losses due to the previous war are not small, it is absolutely possible to temporarily borrow or sell a stock.

Moreover, Yangfan City is preparing to build a shipyard, which requires a lot of capital investment but suffers from no income; at this time, a preferential grain trade can definitely meet their needs.

"And Louis Bernard has personally experienced this catastrophe. With his character, he will never ignore the affected civilians." Anson is very confident in this.

"maybe."

"perhaps?"

"That's right." Carl sighed and handed the letterhead in his hand to Anson, who was puzzled:

"Louis Bernard, the governor of Sail City, who has been tossed by you several times, has returned early."

"This... is a letter he specially left for you."