MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-v2 Chapter 1 on the train

"May 23rd in the 90th year of the Saint calendar, this is a big day that I will never forget in my life! The recommendation letter sent by the dean has been echoed, and St Isaac's College has accepted my application for admission—— The last son of my Bach family is going to the capital!"

"On June 10, the capital city of Clovis, her grandeur is far beyond my imagination!"

"Central Station, King's Theatre, Ice Lake, Clovis Cathedral, St Isaac's College... I see everything in front of me, shock and surprise are not enough to describe my mood; my heart is full of kneeling The urge to pray, to praise the miracles this ring of order has done!"

"I suddenly remembered the question I asked my brother at the dinner the night before I left: How great is Isaac Rand, who was killed and canonized by the Church of Order?"

"That day, the omniscient brother in my eyes showed hesitation for the first time."

"He changed everything... Said the elder brother who had hesitated for a long time."

"Only after seeing it with my own eyes can I truly understand my brother's hesitation - anyone who sees Clovis City with their own eyes will understand the greatness of Saint Isaac and will be shocked by the city he created. !"

"In the north of the far-flung ice sea, sailors on sailing warships established colonies across the sea; in the south, where mountains and hills are scattered, people of the same blood as us have long been incorporated into the territory of the kingdom."

"In the east of the steppe, swamp and forest, the fierce cavalry and the ancient elves have recognized the hegemony of the kingdom of Clovis; in the west, where the flag of the empire shines, more and more free cities and principalities have handed over symbols of friendship. olive branch."

"Clovis City is the heart of all this glory!"

"This is the age of wisdom and faith, this is the season of light and hope, this is the road to heaven and change - the college professors and the street newspapers agree that this age and the greatness of Clovis are only can be expressed with the superlative of an adjective."

"This is the best era, this is my era..."

Gently closing the diary, An Sen, who was a little tired, retracted his gaze, and carefully put the diary of "Former Anson" into the outer pocket of his coat.

From the moment he left the military camp, he began to plan for the next trip: to find a stable job, and how to deal with the "Black Mage" and his underground evil organization.

The former one is not difficult. As a graduate of a military academy, the biggest "benefit" is the assignment of work packages - during the war, the unemployment rate for officers was zero.

Even if the army would be deliberately left out because of the "betrayal" of the Church of Order, according to Anson's understanding, the monthly salary of a lieutenant colonel of the army is similar to that of a teacher in a church college, which is enough to support daily life.

Well, there are also "deductions from military pay", and "New Year's gift" for Ludwig's thousand gold cheques.

The real trouble is the second one.

Black Mage's status as a professor at St. Isaac's College has advantages and disadvantages for Anson - the advantage is that "the former Anson" is very familiar with the college, and it doesn't take much effort to find him.

The trouble is that in the eyes of the other party, he knows the bottom line, which means that any whereabouts in the royal capital can't be hidden from the eyes of the other party.

From the moment you set foot in the royal capital, you must be prepared that the other party will come to you.

An organization that does not hesitate to interfere in the war for the so-called "big plan" should not be a "good law-abiding citizen", right?

Looking at the scenery outside the window that was quickly left behind, An Sen's expression was thoughtful.

As a new model in the 97th year of the Saint calendar, the "human and cargo" train with the most advanced steam core of the Church of Order, direct access and speed are the biggest selling points of this "Steel Sky";

Even without replenishing water and fuel on the way, it can reach the capital from Oak Town at a speed of 90 kilometers per hour; if necessary, it can even reach a speed of 150 kilometers per hour, three times that of the best war horse!

"Yeah, but it's still a bit slow..."

An Sen, who was talking to himself, turned his eyes to his side involuntarily. The little girl who was so frightened with her eyes wide open couldn't help but lean on the car window and look out; almost from the time she got in the car , she was full of curiosity and fear about this completely different "world" from before, and kept asking this head-scratching question.

After racking his brains to understand her overly brief words, Anson probably understood the whole story:

The day after the end of the siege of Fort Thunder, Ludwig began to demobilize new recruits.

Although he didn't want to, but the reality is that the Lei Mingbao levy, which has long been hollowed out by fake accounts and corruption, and suffered huge losses, cannot maintain the current strength at all.

Lisa August... She was also one of the people who were dismissed.

Although this is a bit cruel, Anson understands that no matter how irregular the levy seems to be, it is too strange to take in a little girl who is not as tall as a rifle as a "skipper company commander".

But after knowing that Lisa was the captain of the skirmisher appointed by him, a certain brigadier-general obviously thought too much—not to mention preparing the ticket, and specially asked her to wait for him at the station one day in advance...

Uh... it fits his personality like "surprise people".

"An Sen..." Reluctantly retracting her gaze from the car window, Lisa, whose expression was frightened and excited, looked back at An Sen timidly: "Where are we going?"

"The Royal Capital."

"Where are the kings?"

"The king is not anywhere, the king is the city of Clovis."

"Oh..." Lisa suddenly realized: "What about Clovis City?"

"Clovis City is... the royal capital."

"What about the royal capital?"

"Cloway City."

"What about Clovis City?"

...Just when he thought this conversation was going to go on forever, the door of the box was suddenly pulled open.

A young man with thin cheeks, but a well-proportioned and sloppy looking young man walked in.

He was wearing an old light-colored trench coat, a tie that didn't look good, trousers that were buttoned out of place and dragged to the heels, and fiery red hair that was haphazardly tied into a ponytail—even the scruffiest recruit in the trenches, He also looks like a gentleman~www.novelbuddy.com~ I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I got on the wrong carriage before..." The young man explained with a smile, while pulling the tattered leather suitcase in his hand. , it is very laborious to put it on the luggage rack:

"The flight attendants and I looked at the ticket in my hand, but it was very strange. No matter how I explained it, they wouldn't believe that I bought a second-class seat, and they almost arrested me as a thief..."

Well, this shows that they are still quite dedicated... Looking at the young people who were still complaining, An Sen, who didn't know what to say, kept a polite smile.

Lisa sat quietly beside Anson, with her little hands behind her back, and sat on the armchair obediently.

It's like seeing a puppet cat that suddenly has an outsider entering the house.

"Introduce myself, my name is Draco Wilters." The smiling young man straightened his back, raised one leg, and put his hands on his knees:

"Occupation is writing travel and biographical novels for the local newspaper, traveling around, and occasionally dealing with minor inconveniences to some people who need help - barely a novelist and... uh... that word in the newspaper says, detective?"

"Detective?"

Anson raised his eyebrows inadvertently, smiled and pretended to be curious.

"Well, but mainly novelists."

The smiling young man took out a crumpled card from the pocket of the worn trench coat, and handed it between his two fingers: "I'm currently collecting material and writing a new novella for Clovis Truth— -this is my name card."

"So it's an honor to meet you, Your Excellency Anson Bach of the Levy of Thundercastle!"

At that moment, Draco Wilts' shrewd eyes and the slightly surprised curvature of his mouth were reflected in Anson's shrunken pupils.