I Will Be The Crowned King

Clovis City, West Gate Street, Outer City, Crown Tavern.

The sky was bright, and Karlin Jacques, who was wearing a black worker's coat, faced the wall, with his hands in his pockets, and looked around from the corner of his eyes from under the peaked cap on his head. Went into the pub.

The tavern owner, whom he had known for many years, saw him come in, and silently pointed to the side door of the box behind him; Carin Jacques nodded, stepped forward and knocked on the door.

There was a young man sitting in the box. Even though he was sitting in the tavern box in the early morning, he was still wearing a full black tuxedo.

Probably because it was too early, the young man's slightly pale face was a little sluggish, but the coffee on the table had long since cooled, and the cigarettes lying flat on the gray ceramic bowl were only long soot.

The moment he saw the figure entering the door, the sluggish young man's eyes immediately burst into a bit of brilliance; before he wanted to get up, Carin Jacques raised his hand to stop:

"sit."

The young man had to stumble back to his chair, watched him carefully close the door, and then asked rudely, "Have you brought anything?"

"Bring it!"

The young man who nodded again and again hurriedly picked up the briefcase that had been prepared on the ground, and took out an envelope and a package from the bag:

"According to your request, inside the envelope is an account with 10,000 gold coins, and inside the package is a magic item called the 'Pencil of Remembrance', plus a 200-word handwritten manuscript of Saint Isaac, which is about his future Some of the Difference Engine..."

"Enough!" Karin Jacques interrupted the young man again, raising his hand and pressing on the envelope and package:

"With these things, I think... it should be able to convince Viscount Bogner."

His tone was sincere, but it was clear that this was not enough for the young man: "Excuse me, how long will it take for the Privy Council to see me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Carin Jacques, with a sincere expression, immediately turned his face, coldly returned the things to the young man, and got up to leave.

"Wait, I didn't mean to rush you!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, the pale young man immediately panicked:

"I know you're really helping me, really! But I really need to know this right now—personally it doesn't matter, but Carindia really can't wait any longer!"

"Aiden and Thun still control almost all of Carindia's territory, and if Clovis doesn't interfere, Carindia will be annexed by them sooner or later; so please forgive me if there is any disrespect, because I Really...there's really no time!"

The young Carindian messenger shouted anxiously. He tried desperately to show his identity to the people around him countless times before, but for some reason, the guards of the Privy Council still refused to let him in.

Because he did not have any evidence to prove that he was authorized by the Republic of Carindia.

The reason is also very simple. He was not actually sent by the Carindian Council, but was "semi-forced" by Anson Bach.

In the middle of the Vast War, Carindia, who was intimidated by the storm division's powerful army, decided to surrender voluntarily, but Anson at that time did not let the Carindian messenger return, but let him arrive at the time in order to make an unexpected time difference. Clovis City submits a diplomatic petition to the Privy Council and His Majesty Carlos to "establish formal diplomatic relations".

Then Anson didn't care.

No certificates were issued, no explanatory letters were sent to the Army, and no contact addresses were left... nothing.

So when the young Carindian messenger came to the city of Clovis alone (the two guards slipped halfway and stole the carriage by the way), he was terrified to find that he didn't even know where the Privy Council was.

Even because he was a "suspicious foreigner", he was arrested by the police and spent a few days in prison. In prison, he desperately tried to prove his identity, but was released by the sympathetic police as a lunatic.

For the next month or so, the messy Carindian messenger roamed the streets of Clovis City; although he finally got rid of the suspicion of being a lunatic and a beggar with cash and conversation, he was still regarded as a man without proof of identity. "I want to pretend to be a foreign envoy, but I don't want to be a full-fledged liar."

This state continued for more than ten days. Even though the messenger of Carindia had tried his best, he still could not find any way. Then one night, a warm-hearted priest in black robe came to visit...

"Ugh……"

Carin Jacques, who was standing in front of the door, turned his back to him and sighed a long time.

"You know that even if you ran to the palace now and told them that you were an envoy from Carindia, His Majesty would not receive you, right?"

"knowledge!"

The young man nodded again and again.

"You know that almost everyone in the Clovis upper class now regards you as a liar who pretends to be a messenger, right?" Carin Jacques asked again.

"I know." The young man's expression was a little embarrassed.

"Then you must know that besides me, there will be no second person who is capable and really willing to help you in the entire Clovis City now, right?!" Carin Jacques continued to ask.

The young man who dared not say anything more could only bow his head silently.

"Since you know, why ask so much?"

Carlin Jacques deliberately made his voice hoarse and low, full of oppression: "Is there a second way in front of you?!"

"No, so I trust you with all my heart, Lord Collins Dick!" The young man's pale face became eager again:

"Seriously, as far as I'm concerned, it really doesn't matter - but Carindia... I'm sure you'll keep your promise, but in any case, please be sure to give me a time that can put my mind at ease!"

At this point, Carindia, who was almost desperate, had almost given up.

He was originally brought here by Anson's half-force, and he knew that he didn't have any proof on his body. It was a fantasy to want to be received by King Clovis alone... After being imprisoned and released as a lunatic, even more so. There is no hope for this "envoy".

Until he saw a biographical novel about someone in the newspaper - well, "The Battle of the Dead" published in the "Clowe Truth".

Author: Leon Francois.

This second-rate legendary novel, which claims to be a news report, mainly consists of Little Leon's diary, with an addition of Anson's own, and finally revised by the editors of the newspaper to add some "exaggerated but reasonable plots"; The readers of the lower and middle classes in Lowe have a high influence, and even occasionally appear in the salons of some high-end clubs.

It is still mainly based on Little Leon's diary. It is conceivable that he will not have any good words for the Carindians who have surrendered actively, and the editors have added color...

Anyway, when the young Carindia messenger saw it, according to the description in "News", the current Carindia has reached the point of "one step forward to destroy the country and the species, and one step to be divided and annexed" - in short, death It's dead, it's dead.

He didn't know the real wishful thinking of the nobles of Carindia; he only knew that if Clovis did not intervene, the best outcome for Carindia would be to be divided and vassalized by the rest of the Great Land Powers.

What was originally just a forced mission suddenly turned into a life-saving straw for Carindia, and he became the only hero who could turn the tide.

"One week, one week at the latest, Viscount Bogner will have results." Carin Jacques sighed helplessly:

"The working hours of the Privy Council are calculated on the basis of working days... well, that is, the first five days of the week, and the remaining two days, no one can convene a parliament unless there is an order from the king; so Viscount Bogner has to wait until next week. Only then can you find an opportunity to apply and have the Privy Council meet you."

"To do this kind of thing, the Viscount also has to take risks - after all, you don't have anything on your body to prove your identity, in case, of course I'm talking about in case, if someone accuses you of being a fake, and the Viscount makes a A fake envoy can have an audience with His Majesty..."

"I understand, I understand!" The messenger nodded again and again:

"Anywhere I can help, please feel free to speak up!"

"The Viscount doesn't need anything from you, he just has pity on a young man who is loyal to his country and wants to lend a hand - of course, so do I."

Karin Jacques smiled sincerely, and put the package and envelope on the table into his arms without pretentiousness:

"We are all willing to do our best to help you, and the country behind you; after all, you are Anson Bach's friend, so that's our friend, and it is right for friends to help each other!"

"Yes, you said... yes."

The young man laughed again and again, only a little embarrassedly - especially when thinking of the culprit of the whole thing.

"So you don't have to think about anything, just wait here slowly, and try not to make public appearances any more - your previous behavior has left a very bad impression on the upper circle of Clovis."

Carin Jacques continued: "So the best way is to make them forget you. When Viscount Bogner proposes, you will enter the room as a 'Carindia Diplomatic Envoy'."

"In this way, no one remembers what happened before you, and no one dares to easily oppose Viscount Bogner - the best of both worlds."

"By the way, I will make another promise to you that you will be able to meet His Majesty Carlos II at the latest in early August!"

Carin Jacques patted his chest.

"Really?!" The young man looked surprised.

"I promise the Ring of Order - the Republic of Carindia, will go hand in hand with the Kingdom of Clovis to create brilliance together!"

Kalin, Old God Believer, Conjurer, Contraband Plus Intelligence Dealer, Black Market Leader, Truth Society Member, Tribunal Informer, Trainee Priest, Jacques, promises extremely sincere.

………………

"So you really promised him?"

In the kitchen of the Crown Tavern, the surprised tavern owner pointed to the side door of the box with his thumb: "Before the end of August, let him see the king?"

"Um."

Karin Jacques nodded absently, took the package out of his arms and handed it to the boss. After confirming again and again that there was no one around but them, he let out a long sigh of relief:

"Find time to send a trustworthy guy to mail it. The address was given to you last time; this time the thing is extremely important, and you must not go wrong."

"Since it's so important, why do you want me to send it?"

The tavern owner couldn't help but ask, "Can't you run by yourself... ah!"

The voice stopped abruptly.

"Remember?" Carin Jacques looked at the other party who finally recovered from his resentment:

"I am now the informant of the courthouse - the newly appointed Dorian judge stared at me like a thief, and even sneaked over to you today, I'm afraid it wasn't because the church heard some news. "

Carlin Jacques became more and more angry, especially when thinking of the guy who caused all this, he couldn't help scratching his head: "You can't show your face easily, they haven't targeted you now, but it doesn't prove that they have no doubts about you. "

"I know."

The tavern owner nodded sullenly and hid the package in the middle of a hollowed-out piece of cheese: "But I didn't expect that St. Isaac's manuscript would end up in Carindia—if I remember correctly, Has he never been to that place in his life?"

"He hasn't even left the city of Clovis several times in his life~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but the "Great Magic Book" has been scattered all over the world." Carin Jacques muttered:

"All the manuscripts about the difference engine in the world are in the hands of the church. We are really lucky this time. We were able to get a full two hundred words from the hands of a small Carindian nobleman. Fragments."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that according to my experience, every time when 'luck is particularly good', it has little to do with luck."

Carlin Jacques spread his hands: "Think about it, how many years have we been chasing these things? Suddenly, a guy who was desperate with this thing came to the door. How lucky is this?!"

"So...it's a trap?"

"It's possible, but it's also possible that I think too much." Karin Jacques shrugged:

"So we're going to get it out before it becomes a problem."

The tavern owner nodded and agreed: "Yes, it should be handed over to those companions who are best at dealing with trouble."

"Um."

The two looked at each other tacitly - although neither of them spoke, the same name had already emerged in their hearts.

"So you really want to help that fool meet the king?"

"Of course! I have already received the money. When did you see me getting the money and not doing anything?" Carin Jacques glared at the tavern owner with some complaint:

"I will try my best to persuade Viscount Bogner to ask him to receive an envoy from Carindia from afar at the meeting of the Privy Council, negotiate the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries, and let him meet His Majesty Carlos II—— in early August."

"Of course, the premise is that there is such a country at that time!"

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