I Will Be The Crowned King

Chapter 20 The Speaker's Visit

For a port city with a population of only tens of thousands, once any rumors or events appear, they will spread at an alarming rate-before evening, the news of the arrival of the garrison has spread throughout the entire Beluga Port.

Of course, it also included Anson's "great journey" speech, which was transmitted to everyone's ears by the audience, and became the talk of all taverns and tables at an alarming rate, making the white people in the ice and snow go. Whale Harbor suddenly became very lively.

In contrast, the Beluga Harbor Council was completely messed up without any preparation.

As the actual rulers of Beluga Harbor, this group of people has a very contradictory attitude towards Anson Bach and his storm divisions; on the one hand, the colony is facing serious internal and external pressure, indigenous riots and other colonies intrusion, all forced Beluga Port must have an armed force of considerable combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

However, the sudden appearance of an organized army that is not under its control will destroy the balance of power within the Beluga Port, and will definitely take away a large amount of expenses... This is what the Beluga Harbor Council does not want to see.

Whether they want it or not, this army is destined to come - even if the colony is already semi-independent in essence, but it has not really challenged the strength and courage of the mainland.

That's why they organized a grand welcome ceremony and invited Anson to organize a temporary speech; the purpose was to take advantage of the other party's lack of firm footing and lack of preparation to prevent him from stepping down.

In this way, they can take advantage of the local snakes and provide "all kinds of help" to Anson, who knows nothing about the colony. It is best to divide and win over several of his subordinates, and let them bring the army to the side of the Beluga Harbor Council.

And the fact that the result is far beyond their expectations, Ansen Bach is not only not ignorant, he is prepared!

Even the garrison commander is not satisfied with military power at all, and he has to put his hand directly into the plate of the parliament - build factories, open up wasteland, support manufacturing, fishing and shipping...

This is the garrison commander, he clearly regards himself as the governor of Beluga Harbor!

And all the measures he mentioned are actually very attractive to the current Beluga Port; not to mention those steel factories and military factories, fishery resources and ocean shipping have always been the most important economic pillars of Beluga Port.

If Anson Bach can really win over an imperial fleet to protect the fishing grounds and routes, it will definitely be a favorite of Beluga Harbor; and the presence of the fleet commander William Cecil and his fleet that day is enough to prove that the garrison commander is not there Nonsense, he is sure.

The direct result of this is that before they start to win over the storm division, the Beluga Harbor Council itself split first-under the hype, the 500-member council was directly divided into three and fell into Endless quarrels and riots.

Facing the infighting of his own people, Speaker Harold, who had won the victory, was completely incapable of doing anything; the storm division who landed left the port and went to the station that had been prepared for them.

This military camp is located on the top of a **** on the east side of Beluga Harbor. It faces the harbor and overlooks the entire Beluga Harbor. At the same time, it has a passing river as a water source. The location is very good. It is indeed a pretty good station. .

The only problem is that due to some well-known financial reasons, the entire barracks is empty except for the outer mounds, a headquarters that looks like a colonial-style villa, and dozens of stone barracks.

There was no dissatisfaction with the storm division—after two months of sailing, not to mention the barracks, even the stables were comparable to top hotels for these people.

As for Anson himself, although he is quite dissatisfied with the headquarters, the situation is already what it is now, and he can only consider renovating and rebuilding the entire military camp in the future.

After some cleaning up, the Storm Division and some of the fleet's crew finally settled in the camp temporarily.

Under the watchful eyes of the officers who were full of worries and wanted to ask 10,000 questions, Anson was led into the bedroom by Talia, and then locked the square door with his backhand.

Of course, this is mainly to prevent some unnecessary accidents - after all, no matter how loyal you are, the Storm Master, who is a believer of the Ring of Order, can't really ignore the old gods, which is a real word. Something "unseen" in the sense.

After more than a month of "repeating the questions", Anson has accumulated a lot of experience and memory of other conjurers, eliminating a lot of meaningless and repetitive content, and the rest is enough for him to try to attack the caster's fifth stage.

He needs to create a magic of his own.

Originally, Anson didn't take this seriously at all. After all, the concept of the "five stages" itself has little meaning; instead of wasting time on this, it is better to write two more questions.

But Talia, who had been urging Anson to make progress, was uncharacteristically this time, and cautiously reminded Anson that it is best to pay attention to this stage and think carefully about what kind of magic to create.

"...Dear Anson, this is not only related to your future evolutionary direction, but also to deepen your understanding of incantation - out of all the steps, this is the only link that poor Talia can't help."

"…Many pseudo-believers treat the 'distorted reality' at the heart of conjuration magic as a conjuring trick, an extremely superficial and completely wrong idea; it's more of a 'created' reality than a distortion."

"And some of the conjurers that Talia knew, they...hehe...probably felt that what they created wasn't even reality."

"...but the world."

This is the advantage of having an absolutely selfless mentor, otherwise Anson will be left to explore alone. At his current speed, it will take about 30 or 40 years to touch the edge of the Blasphemy Mage - this is also the average of the old road spellcasters. level.

After all, since the core of the three major magics is "evolution", successful evolution will naturally also fail; with an excellent mentor by his side to teach carefully, at least in the early stage, more than 80% of the wrong way can be avoided.

After a lot of questions have been written, the next thing to do is to continue to brush the questions, while trying to extract a part of the magic from the memory that has been mastered to learn and master, and then learn about various "distorted reality" through a lot of practice way to expand the material while strengthening a deeper understanding of magic.

The best way to do this is of course to try a few actual battles. After all, battle is one of the ways to speed up evolution and learning; and Anson's current way of fighting... In Talia's words, "more like a blood mage".

It is also a kind of helplessness to master too little magic.

After unilaterally rejecting Talia's "Sparring" suggestion, Anson believes that he still needs to strengthen his strength in brushing the questions first. It is too early for the old gods to face the new world, and at least he must master more than ten kinds. after the magic spell.

The two rubbed the questions with high intensity until late at night, until there was a light knock on the door outside.

An Sen, dressed in a neat formal suit, pushed open the door. The trembling secretary still kept knocking on the door, his expression hesitant and hesitant. At the same time, he tried his best to keep his eyes on An Sen's face to ensure that his peripheral vision would not pass through his. The body sees the picture in the room.

So An Sen smiled slightly: "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah!" The little secretary nodded again and again:

"You have a guest!"

"Who?"

"Ha... Speaker Harold!"

Ten minutes later, An Sen, who put on his military coat again, came to the living room of the headquarters accompanied by the little secretary.

Speaker Harold was sitting stooped on the sofa. He was still leaning on the cane, smoking a pipe without a mouthful, and the cheeks on his chest showed a trace of exhaustion.

Although the living room has been lit by a warm fireplace, the figure curled up on the sofa is still trembling slightly.

Seeing Anson approaching, he didn't stand up to greet him as brightly as he did during the day. Instead, he slowly put his cane aside, took off the pipe from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, and looked at him with his bloodshot eyes from the corner of his eye. figure.

An Sen, who saw this scene, stepped forward quickly and greeted the other party with a smile: "Sorry, I kept you waiting for a long time."

"Sit down, Colonel Anson Bach." Harold raised his head weakly, his voice hoarse to the extreme:

"I just ended a very heated meeting, stopped at least ten members of parliament who were almost fighting, rode to your barracks alone, and stood in the snow for another thirty minutes... So please forgive me, I really didn't I have a good chat with you."

"Want something to drink?"

An Sen who sat down was still chatting, and the little secretary behind him immediately turned and left and went to the wine cabinet of the headquarters.

"A cup of hot water is fine."

Harold responded casually, and then sighed deeply: "Can I ask why you did this?"

"Do this?"

An Sen was stunned for a moment, showing an extremely confused expression: "What did I do?"

"You..." Desperately resisting the urge to pounce on someone, Harold was exhausted:

"It's your... speech today, don't you think there's something wrong with it?"

"No, what do you think?"

Sincere Anson blinked his big eyes full of curiosity.

I? !

Harold was shocked again, and his tightly pursed lips kept squirming: "I think... what you said is really abrupt."

Anson leaned on the sofa with his right leg raised:

"Why is it abrupt?"

"Your determination is very good, really! I mean... It is the luck of the entire Beluga Harbor and even the Ice Dragon Fjord to have an ambitious and energetic garrison commander like you."

"As a colony, she really needs a lot of energetic people to add to her glory, instead of being old-fashioned like some places in the mainland." Harold praised for a while, and then said earnestly:

"But you really shouldn't be putting all these plans out so quickly - I understand you're trying to inspire locals to have confidence in their future lives; but a lot of the time, that confidence is also counterproductive."

"For example, if for some reason these factories are not built, or they are just much smaller than expected; even if you can compensate these people in other ways, the whole Beluga Harbour will be disappointed." Harold pointed out. road.

"Oh?" Anson raised his eyebrows:

"You mean... there are some people in Beluga Harbor who don't want to see these factories completed?"

"of course not!"

Harold categorically rejected: "I'm just describing a possibility, after all, building a factory is not a very easy thing, and there are many factors involved; even if all of us fully support your idea, it may not be It can really make it happen.”

"Well... what you said is not unreasonable."

Anson nodded, then leaned forward and smiled at Speaker Harold: "Then what do you think I should do?"

Harold sighed deeply again. He lost all his enthusiasm during the day, like an old man who is careful with his younger generation: "I think... If you really want to be successful, you should cooperate with us."

"Beluga Harbor Council?"

"Exactly." Harold said solemnly:

"According to the laws of Beluga Port, only those with assets of not less than 3,000 gold coins can be candidates for councillors; forest farm owners, fishing boat captains, mine holders, mercenary leaders... You might as well seek the council directly instead of looking for others. Cooperation."

"The most important thing is that you want to make Beluga Port prosperous and strong~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then naturally you need the real Beluga Port people on your side."

"And we - the Beluga Port Council of Five Hundred People - are the most qualified to call themselves that. We are Beluga Port, and Beluga Port is us."

Harold's focus is long.

Anson probably understood what he meant, and he smiled slightly: "So what do you want me to do?"

"Very simple, we hope to cooperate with you..." Harold looked at Anson with hope:

"We will not interfere with your military freedom, and we will not impose any restrictions on you in terms of military expenses-according to the laws of the Clovis Kingdom, half of the military expenses of the colonial garrison must be borne locally."

"We can cover a quarter of the military expenses. Whether you pay in materials or cash, the full amount will be paid to you on the tenth day of every month."

"As for the factory you want to build, the foreign pioneering action will be fully supported by the Beluga Harbor Council, really... In fact, we have already planned this aspect before, but there is always a lack of troops and can't resist the harassment of the indigenous people, resulting in every Every reclaimed wasteland has to be abandoned.”

"This is our condition." Harold said sincerely, "I wonder if you can accept it?"

"Very generous terms." Anson nodded slightly:

"What's the price?"

"Very simple - join us, don't act without permission, don't get permission from the Beluga Harbor Council, don't issue any announcements or plans to the outside world, and any military action must get permission from the Council in advance... How?"

"Very reasonable request." Anson shrugged:

"I reject."

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