I Will Be The Crowned King

It was another foggy morning, and the winter in Clovis City never seemed to have any good weather; on this cloudy day, the snowflakes flying in the sky could no longer bring a little pleasure.

And in the room at No. 55 Bleiman Street, which is separated from this harsh winter, Anson, who is sitting in the living room with a warm fireplace, is "pleasantly" enjoying a hearty breakfast.

With an expressionless face, he sat upright at the dining table, with a stiff smile mixed with tiredness, and looked at a petite figure who was going back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, who was extremely busy.

A slightly loose knitted white dress and pink apron, paired with a pair of red high-heeled shoes full of "dross thoughts", the delicate and lovely Lisa is cheerful like a dancing butterfly, brought from the kitchen that has been shrouded in black smoke Meal prepared by her heart.

A cup of hot coffee, cheese, oatmeal, eggs, bacon, and half a baked apple; the combination is the breakfast of the proud Clovis "middle class" -- no one really knows, anyway, newspapers and bloggers That's what Mrs. Garner said.

Gently scoop up the boiled egg on the plate with a spoon. The thoroughly boiled egg white and egg yolk have been mixed together, turning into a milky white liquid with no discernible shape.

An Sen, who did not change his face, smiled slightly, took a whole piece of oatmeal bread from the side, and evenly spread the "egg liquid" on the surface of the bread that had turned into coke and was still sparking.

The first thing that came into contact with the tip of the tongue was the lubricating feeling of eggs and the fragrance of boiled water. The ingenious taste made Anson smile. He didn't even have to close his eyes, he could imagine the little girl scratching her head in front of the stove, completely unaware. The cute look of how to fish out the battered eggs.

When the lips and teeth touched, the bread mixed with oat grains followed closely; the fragrance of wheat and the fragrance of oats were scattered in the raging fire lit by the innocent girl; only the hard mummy was left in his teeth There was a "crunch" sound.

But all this has not yet reached the peak of the extreme - the crumpled baked apple with only the core left, like a blooming flower, opened Anson's taste buds, which made him greatly moved, and carefully enjoy the only residue left in the sea of ​​fire , charcoal-grilled bacon soaked in a dollop of cheese sauce.

Every chew, every swallow, every aftertaste... All of them are unprecedented experiences, full of extraordinary curiosity and excitement, making Anson's complexion stiff and his forehead blue veins exposed.

With all his strength, he swallowed the last small piece of apple core from his throat, and picked up the ice-cold and mud-like hand-ground coffee - or cold-water brewed coffee powder - when the viscous black liquid finally flowed in without a drop. As he warmed his throat, An Sen's eyes were filled with tears of excitement as if he had ascended to heaven.

It was... the bliss of complete liberation—temporary liberation.

"It was delicious, beyond imagination."

Looking at Lisa standing by the dining table holding a tray, looking forward to her, Anson with a sincere expression praised without hesitation: "I have lived for so many years, and I have never eaten something so delicious!"

"real?"

"Of course it's true, why do you ask that?"

"Because...because Lisa made it for the first time, and I haven't tasted it yet..."

"Alas! You don't need to taste it, you just have to believe me. Do you think I'll lie to you?"

"Then, then Anson will never drive Lisa away again, right?"

"Of course not. Lisa, who is so capable and obedient, why should I drive me away?"

The excited little girl blushed, and her emerald green eyes flashed shyly: "If that's the case, then Lisa will do it for Anson every day..."

"Do not--!!!!"

An Sen, whose face changed in shock, immediately refused, and the smile on his face became stiffer and stiffer: "No, no need!"

"Why?" Lisa tilted her head.

"Because, because..." An Sen's eyes flickered wildly with a sincere face:

"This, this is mainly because... er... I mean... actually... um... you may not have time to do this in the future!"

"Do not have time?"

Lisa, who was confused, suddenly seemed to think of something, and said with some sad grievance: "Anson... Do you still want Lisa to go to school?"

"Of course not." The smiling Anson resolutely denied it, and quietly hid the admission notice in his cuff with his right hand:

"The reason there is no time is because... I have a surprise for our dear little Lisa!"

"surprise?"

Lisa's expression became more confused.

"Yes, surprise!" Anson nodded vigorously, and took out a pure silver Inquisitor pocket watch from his pocket. The pointer on the delicate transparent dial had reached ten thirty-five.

The girl holding the tray noticed this detail very keenly: "Is Anson going out now?"

"That's right." Anson suddenly smiled mysteriously: "So dear little Lisa, it's time for you to change your clothes - we have to travel far away."

"Hey, is Lisa going too?!"

……………………

Whitehall Street, where the Storm Corps resides, outside the gates of the abandoned factory.

Looking at the strange expression on Anson Bach's face, standing alone in the wasteland, the little maid covered in snow sighed in a low voice, and even her usual smile became a little stiff.

"...Dear Angelica, I know it's hard for you, but today is really, really critical - last time that **** liar played with us once, today is the deadline for the official appointment of a full officer; if If we want to get hold of him, we only have this chance!"

"...But you know, with the incident on the Old Wall Street last time, my father Luther has been monitoring me more and more strictly. If I leave without saying goodbye, he will definitely..."

"...All in all, you don't have to intervene in the entire appointment process, just sit and watch quietly; this **** liar must be very proud now, and he will definitely appoint a large number of incompetent people who are not real, so that he can easily control the power of the entire storm group. ——You just need to watch him perform quietly by the side, and then remember the names of those people..."

Recalling Sophia Franz's advice in her mind, the little maid sighed helplessly again. In a few pairs of strange eyes, she kept silent, followed Anson's back, and walked towards the dilapidated door.

After several days of urgent work, the entire abandoned factory, the station of the Storm Corps, has begun to take shape, and it has a little bit of what a military camp should look like.

Although even with the financial resources of the Church of Order, it is impossible to transform an abandoned factory into a military fortress overnight; but it is still possible to just level the land, repair the gas and water pipes, and build some simple fortifications along the way:

In the four corners of the factory, the original weeds have disappeared, replaced by four wooden towers rising from the ground. Several workers are surrounding the bottom of the towers, preparing to build semi-permanent stone towers next to them. tower.

Around the sentry tower, a group of recruits, led by the instructors, began to perform the most basic exercises - more than 800 soldiers with yellow faces and thin muscles who had just left the orphanage were carrying brand-new Leopold flintlock pistols on their backs. Run in circles around the tower with the angry roar of the instructor.

Almost all the time, there are unfortunate people who are left behind, crying miserably under the terrified eyes of the angry teaching staff and companions.

Angelica had no interest in why Anson specifically required all rear-loading guns, and the officers' harsh and cruel training methods; what really caught the little maid's attention was the unadorned gray military uniforms on these soldiers.

In her impression, whether it is the regular army or the mercenaries of the security company, they try to make their uniforms as conspicuous as possible, so that the army looks imposing enough to be enough to deter the enemy and those rioters— — How can there be an army that sends its soldiers to battle in only shirts and gray coats?

Could it be that... this man even embezzled the money for the printing and dyeing of military uniforms? !

With some kind of malicious speculation, the little maid followed Anson to the factory building—the resident building; two six-pounders, four three-pounders, four one-pounders, and two howitzers, A total of twelve artillery pieces are arranged on both sides in turn, forming a "promenade" outside the gate.

Because of the tight frontline war, the entire city of Clovis has been unable to find many qualified cavalry, and Anson who can be found can never be hired; so simply replace all the budget reserved for cavalry with artillery and heavy four-wheeled carriages to form A divisional artillery company.

Angelica didn't understand, what was the use of these cumbersome and slow artillery pieces in the city?

But Sophia didn't order this, and the little maid didn't care too much.

Following Anson to the door of the command room, Angelica was a little surprised that apart from the little secretary, not even the little girl who came in the same carriage with Anson did not enter; there were only the two of them in the empty room. .

He... shouldn't take revenge on himself for Miss Sophia, right?

Just when the little maid couldn't help thinking about it, a knock came from the command room.

"Please come in."

Clearing his throat a little, Anson said solemnly.

Angelica turned her head, pushed the door open, and entered a middle-aged man in a heavy coat and a black bowler hat; he had sunken eye sockets, and his slightly drooping cheeks looked a little dejected.

"Good afternoon, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach." The dejected middle-aged man took off his hat, revealing a mess of grayish brown hair, and sat in front of Anson:

"My name is Lawrence Bernat, an army captain, from the artillery division."

"Oh, you turned out to be an artilleryman?" Anson's eyes lit up: "It's great, our army is lacking an artillery commander - how much experience do you have in this area?"

"Inexperienced." Lawrence smiled gently:

"In fact, I only saw the real artillery for the first time after I came here today, and it looked really imposing."

Angelica: "?!"

"Really?" Anson nodded as if he heard nothing:

"So how's your math score? An artillery officer needs good math, especially geometry - a right triangle is known to have 3 on one side and 4 on the other, what is the length of the third side?"

"7." Lawrence replied without hesitation.

"Good answer!" Anson immediately got up and grabbed Lawrence's right hand:

"From today, you are the artillery commander of our Storm Regiment - when you go out, please remember to call the next person in."

"no problem."

The little maid, whose eyes widened in shock, watched the smiling Laurence Bernat turn and leave; before she could say anything, the second person walked in.

This is a very slender woman, with thick long hair that makes the little maid look jealous, and her expression is as cold as an iceberg, making it impossible to imagine what kind of style she will have when she smiles.

"Sierra Virgil, lieutenant." The indifferent female officer sat down in her seat and stared into Anson's eyes silently:

"I would like to serve as the interior adjutant of the Storm Corps."

The female officer from the Internal Affairs Division is a little strange, but at least it's more normal than before... The frightened little maid nodded and stared at the female officer's beautiful back.

"A qualified internal affairs adjutant needs to have an understanding of everything up and down the army, and has a strict tone." An Sen said with a chuckle:

"Lieutenant Sierra, please tell me what did you notice from walking through the gate to my office?"

"Nothing." Sera said blankly.

"Oh, Lieutenant Sierra, didn't you see anything in the barracks?"

"No, this is not a military camp, nor is it Whitehall Street, nor does an organization called the Storm Corps exist." Sierra said coldly:

"Even Serra Virgil doesn't exist, there's nothing here."

"But we all saw you."

"I deny, you didn't see anything, you didn't hear anything." Sera didn't change his face: "I, the barracks, Whitehall Street, the Storm Corps... are just your fantasy, you are living in your own dreams."

"..." Angelica.

"Congratulations, Lieutenant Sierra!" Anson's face showed a satisfied smile:

"From now on, you'll be our adjutant of the interior - remember to call the next person when you go out."

Sera stood up without a word, turned and left as if sleepwalking.

Looking at the back of the female officer leaving, Anson turned his head and just wanted to say something to the little maid, when a cheerful voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Oh, is it my turn so soon?!"

The two looked up at the same time, and a young man with a face full of happiness rushed into the room, sat directly in front of An Sen without waiting for him to speak, and introduced himself loudly:

"My name is Cole Dorian, Captain of the Army Skirmish Section. I'm here to apply for Skirmish Commander today!"

"Very good, what our unit lacks most right now is a good skirmish commander!" Anson immediately raised his shoulders and looked at Cole:

"Captain Cole Dorian, as a regiment scout and leader, a skirmisher company commander needs to know the battlefield he's in charge of - tell me, what's the quickest way to get from Old Wall Street to Red Brick Street? !"

"Find a coachman who rents a carriage!" Cole said with a hearty smile: "Every one of them knows the way!"

"Snapped!"

The little maid slapped her face.

"You are the talent we are in desperate need!" Anson raised the corner of his mouth and patted Cole's shoulder hard:

"From now on, I'm officially appointing you as Captain of the 1st Skirmisher Company - remember to call in the person outside the door when you go out."

"okay!"

Cole Dorian jumped straight out of his chair~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and rushed out the door happily.

After a while, a little girl wearing a gray military uniform and carrying a Borny rifle walked in from the door, staring with big shiny eyes:

"Anson?"

"Lisa, inform them all to rest for thirty minutes." Anson took out his pocket watch from his pocket and smiled slightly: "Let Alan Dawn prepare lunch and resume the interview in thirty minutes."

"Yes!"

Lisa gave him a military salute with a stern face, and quickly turned away with the rifle on her back.

An Sen nodded, and when he was about to get up, he saw the stunned expression of the little maid, staring into his eyes as if there were 10,000 questions to ask.

So he smiled slightly and said in a slightly embarrassed tone:

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you, her name is Lisa Bach."

"It's my captain of the guard."