I Will Be The Crowned King

Vol 4 Chapter 59: Why not ask...

Beluga Harbour, a two-story building opposite the church in the parliamentary district.

This was originally the private residence of Bishop Ripper himself. Since the church in the parliamentary area was "occupied" by the Storm Division and transformed into a military stronghold, the bishop opened the ground floor of his house to the outside world as a prayer for the faithful to gather and pray. The living room on the second floor serves as a confession room.

It is said to be a prayer room. In fact, there are only a few chairs, two tables and a statue of the Ring of Order in the room. However, the original ecumenical did not care much about these ceremonial decorations, and the original church also only had these, but The space is slightly larger.

In addition, after the establishment of the Faithful Alliance, many members are planning to build a new church as the headquarters of the alliance, and this prayer room is only their temporary meeting place.

At this time, it was early evening. The believers in twos and threes accompanied them to the prayer room and found a familiar seat in the not spacious but very warm living room.

As usual, it was time for Ripper to have dinner. Everyone was chatting in low voices, waiting for the bishop to appear, and to discuss with everyone the various connotations of doctrinal truth.

"Did he really say that?!"

The harsh screams penetrated the ceiling, and the entire prayer room seemed to be shaken.

The believers raised their heads one after another, their expressions were either in shock, or they looked in the direction of the voice in disbelief. They couldn't believe that it was from Bishop Ruibo, who was always calm and calm.

For a while, the originally warm atmosphere became tense.

And Rebo himself is more nervous than they are now.

In the living room so small that only two or three people could sit at the same time, the excited bishop stood up and stared at the chief of staff who was startled by him. His trembling hands were clenched into fists and pressed against the table, almost falling down. the opposite body.

"Anson Bach... Lord Commander, do you really want to delegate the security authority of Beluga Port to the Alliance of Faithful Trustees—and completely?!"

"That's right, it's absolutely true." Carl Bain, who was forcing his composure, replied quickly, leaning against the back of the chair behind him, and forced a smile towards the bishop:

"This is the order given to me by the commander himself yesterday afternoon."

"Of course, strictly speaking, it's not all - the soldiers of the garrison corps stationed in the city will not withdraw from various strongholds in the city, and the parliamentary area and the port area are still under the jurisdiction of the garrison corps."

"The remaining 12 communities, including streets, housing, shops, markets...all public facilities, will be handed over to the Faithful Alliance for jurisdiction; of course, it also includes part of the community reconstruction and maintenance work, but also It's up to the Alliance to take care of it."

"No problem!" Bishop Ruibo nodded excitedly:

"Please tell Your Excellency the Commander that the work of maintaining community security will be entrusted to the Alliance; we will not disappoint him - building Beluga Harbor into a beacon that truly belongs to the Ring of Order!"

"And Colonel Anson Bach and I also firmly believe that you and those amazing believers will be able to succeed." The corners of Karl's mouth, which was raised desperately, were trembling.

"Thank you!"

The bishop pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, his excitement beyond words.

For a moment, the two of them looked at each other in the dead silent living room, and the atmosphere was even more embarrassing than before.

"Uh...that, Lord Bishop."

"What's up?!"

"It's nothing, it's just... There's something I really don't know whether to say or not."

"You don't mind saying it!"

"okay then."

Carl's eyes dodged a little, he hesitantly said:

"With all due respect, this job is not as easy as it seems."

Sneaking a glance at the dinner plate that had been knocked over on the carpet by the opponent, and the overturned chair behind him, Carl swallowed, intending to cool down the over-excited Lord Bishop.

It's not out of sympathy or other factors, it's purely because if the opponent hits too hard, it must be him who will clean up the mess in the end—although this is probably the purpose of some bastard.

"Managing community security is not just a job that can be done with passion, but also requires certain organizations and rules and regulations to..."

"Please rest assured on this point. After all, it is a place to manage your own life. Who would deliberately mess up? I believe it is based on the quality of the believers!"

"Uh... I definitely believe this, but in addition to belief and passion from the heart, it's still a very draining of patience and energy..."

"This is not to worry about you - I will carefully select the candidates responsible for the patrol, and try to let those believers who are conscientious and patient in dealing with things take charge!"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} "Uh, my suggestion is to set a more reasonable shift system...but you can do it, the most important thing is to deal with disputes. When it comes to using violence, you must absolutely avoid…”

"You can rest assured that under the management of the Faithful Alliance, I can guarantee that there will never be any violent incidents in Beluga Port - no matter what kind of problems we encounter, we will treat everyone in the city with the attitude of devout believers. resident!"

"……All right."

Looking at Rebo, who was full of confidence and had flags all over his body, Carl Bain was completely lost, and smiled at the bishop with an expression as if he was remembering something—he was ready to clean up the mess.

In addition to being excited, the bishop did not forget who gave him the surprise: "Where is Lord Anson Bach now, why didn't he tell me personally?"

"Commander, he may be a little busy at the moment."

………………

Meanwhile, the port area.

According to the previous agreement, Anson did not bring the guard company and came to the Redbeard Tavern alone.

On the one hand, this is to show sincerity and try to let the other party relax their vigilance and vigilance; on the other hand, it is also because there is no need for this. At present, there is an infantry platoon and a cavalry company stationed in the port area, and any movement can be rushed to the scene within five minutes. .

When it comes to his own life, Anson has always been very cautious.

Facing Anson Bach, who was wearing a top hat and a navy blue trench coat, and leaning on a cane at the same time, the strong man in front of the tavern was obviously a lot more cautious than when dealing with a drunk before, his right hand holding the handle of the knife in his arms was always never loosened.

As the evening approached, the tavern had just started to become lively, and there were many vacant tables visible to the naked eye; he even found a few drunkards who played cards with Ian yesterday, and his eyes lit up the moment he entered the door.

Before walking to the bar, without waiting for the bartender to speak, An Sen directly put down a church silver coin on the table:

"Have a glass of dark rum."

"A glass of black rum only costs six coppers." The bartender said sincerely, but the silver coins on the table had disappeared.

"Then let's have another serving of dried shrimp." An Sen chuckled:

"The rest is your tip."

"clear!"

The diligent bartender immediately turned around and left, and soon, Anson had a full glass of dark rum and dried shrimp served in a wooden bowl in front of him.

This is one of the most common snacks in Beluga Harbor, especially in winter when there is almost no food available. Dried shrimp is paired with bread crumbs and potatoes to make soup, and it is even the breakfast and dinner of many families in poor communities.

The shrimp heads and tails were removed. The fresh shrimps were washed with water and dried in the sun. They were lightly grilled, and then added with a little salt. The taste was full and elastic.

The dark rum is more common, and the taste is no different from what Anson used to drink in Beigang or Clovis City. ice water.

Sure enough, as Ian said, this store is terrible except for the rum... Anson, who was waiting quietly, raised his glass, smiled and took another sip, diluting the taste of the sea in his mouth.

Ten minutes later, the bartender who pushed out the door from the back kitchen returned to the bar again, his expression obviously changed from before.

"Your friends have arrived, and they are waiting for you in the private room." The bartender with his head bowed took back Anson's remaining empty wine glass:

"please follow me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the kitchen; Anson followed and came to a door beside the kitchen.

The bartender knocked on the door first, and after hearing the sound of permission from behind the door, he pushed the door to make way for Anson beside him: "Please come in, they are inside."

"Thank you." Anson chuckled and nodded slightly:

"Bring in a few glasses of dark rum later... I'll treat you to me."

The bartender had an unnatural smile on his face, and he didn't forget to close the door when he left.

It's a fairly narrow compartment, something like a smoking room or storage room; although there's no heating like a fireplace or a brazier, it's next to the kitchen so it doesn't feel cold at all.

When he was following Yin En yesterday, An Sen used his "powers" to scan the entire tavern; but the moment he entered the door, he still pretended to be the first time, and pretended to calmly look at the surrounding scenery.

The three people in the room were sitting around a round table, with Ian sitting in the middle, the Wild Hunt knight and the man in black who last attacked him with a spear that day.

An Sen, who squinted his eyes, gradually got used to the dim light. He paused slightly, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth:

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} "Let me guess, there should be more than three remaining members of the Faithless Knights... right?"

The furious looking Wild Hunt knight got up, but was stopped by Ian calmly.

"Of course not, but it's enough to have a formal negotiation with you." Ian looked at Anson sincerely, and said without a smile:

"Sit down, Commander Anson Bach; we also believe in your sincerity and are not here to quarrel with us."

Saying that, he raised his hand to the chair opposite him and made a gesture of invitation.

Anson didn't hesitate, pulled out the chair and sat down, and found that his position "just happened" to be in a face-to-face state with the three of them.

"Let me introduce again, Ian Clemens is currently one of the leaders and negotiators of the Knights of No Faith." Ian stood up and saluted Anson:

"The one sitting on my left is Sir Derek, the Chief Knight Commander of the Knights."

Ian said softly, and the Wild Hunt knight sitting on his left snorted coldly, his gloomy eyes never leaving Anson.

"As for this one, it's Sir Carnot, the second knight commander of the Knights." Ian stretched his hand to his right: "You can rest assured that the opinions of the two of them and me can represent the rest of the people— As long as we can reach an agreement, no matter what the final result is, the Knights of No Letter will fulfill their promise."

The man in black known as "Sir Carneau" looked at Anson. Under the thick hood and long scarf, there was a slightly delicate face and long blond hair, and a pair of lake blue pupils reminded him vaguely of someone. A very familiar friend.

"This is the current situation."

Before Anson could ask, Ian said first: "As for the several proposals you made to me, we have come to the following conclusions after careful and careful discussions."

"First of all, we agree in principle with your request that we not leave the Beluga Harbor colony, and comply with the rules and regulations of the garrison to the greatest extent possible, in exchange for the protection you provide and the right to a normal life."

Um?

Before he finished speaking, An Sen suddenly froze in his heart.

Isn't this a condition he himself put forward?

But Anson quickly reacted - Ian Clemens, he was using himself to put pressure on the Knights to accept this option that was likely to be "extremely controversial" within them!

"Obviously, as the Faithless Knights... Imperials who have abandoned their faith, we can't join an army of Clovis people. This is the bottom line." The opposite Ian is still directing and acting:

"But if it is some local civil organizations in Beluga Port - such as the Faithful Alliance - although we have abandoned the belief in the Ring of Order, in order to cover up our identity, we don't mind contributing to the prosperity and stability of Beluga Port. strength."

"As for your other condition, please forgive us that we are really powerless~www.readwn.com~ Derek and Karno, who are on the opposite side, suddenly looked at each other quickly.

"After asking all the members, no one has any clue about the "Great Magic Book" in your mouth - some of them have heard the legend about it, and most of them, like me, know it for the first time exist."

Ian's expression was extremely regretful. He held his hands and looked at Anson with pursed lips: "Therefore... I am here to make a bold request to you, can you change to a new condition?"

"No clues?" Anson showed a very surprised expression:

"Not at all?"

"Not at all." Ian nodded earnestly and said:

"Please believe that we also hope to do our best to show our sincerity in this kind of matter, but unfortunately there is no such thing; of course, we will try our best to use our personal connections and intelligence network to conduct business and travel in the local area. The adventurers are looking for news for you, but please don’t hold your hopes too high.”

"No, that's fine—if you don't even know about it, I don't think those people will have any important information." Anson waved his hand and interrupted the other party: "It really doesn't work... Let's end this matter, I In fact, it is not necessary to insist.”

But before the three of them could breathe a sigh of relief, he continued, "But, I still have a question."

Um? !

Ian quickly raised his head: "What question? Please tell me."

"Of course, it's not a big deal, but since you don't know..."

An Sen paused for a while, and looked at the three meaningfully:

"Why don't you ask the Chrissy family?"

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