MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-Chapter 28 Mentor's Letter

In order to think more calmly, Ludwig drove all the generals out of the camp until he made a decision.

But in Anson's eyes, this basically means that Ludwig admits that his plan is correct, but he doesn't want to appear that he listens to him in everything.

When he decides to implement this plan after waiting for a while, it looks like he has made a decision independently after listening to everyone's opinions.

Basically, he's a bit awkward, but he's also a very good-looking guy... An Sen, who was full of complaints, the corners of his mouth began to rise involuntarily.

But there is also an advantage, that is, if the plan fails afterwards, the blame will not fall on Anson alone—since it is a common suggestion, then everyone is responsible; everyone is responsible, which means no one is responsible.

Having figured this out, An Sen's lips curved deeper.

At this moment, a young man in the uniform of a non-commissioned officer with a leather wrap on his left shoulder stepped forward and saluted Anson with a tentative tone:

"Excuse me... Are you Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach, Your Excellency?"

An Sen, who returned the salute, nodded, and the person who got the answer immediately lit up:

"Great! Here's a letter from you. It was sent from Oak Town two days ago. It seems that the person who sent the letter is still a professor in the college... Uh, I'm sorry to talk too much. Please sign for it!"

professor? Sent to me?

An Sen, who frowned slightly, took the letter from the other party. There was a shield-like pattern on the seal pad. Obviously, the letter was not sent by ordinary people.

Looking at the back of the messenger leaving, An Sen, who hesitated for a moment, decided to open the letter:

"Dear Anson Bach, hello.

It has been many years since you left the mission college and went to the military academy as a special recruit. Do you still remember your yearning for history and geographic science?

To this day, I can still think of the young man who always asked me about the history of the Clovis dynasty and the great geographical discoveries after class; it is you kids who are tireless and always curious about the world, making me time and time again. Rekindle the desire for intellectual exploration.

So when you send me a letter to ask me about history again, you can never imagine how excited I am; I am so envious of you young people for their energy and eyes for finding fun in the vastness of history.

Closer to home, when I heard that you were about to complete your internship, I originally planned to go to the southern fortress to meet you, but the war and the poor security in Mutong Town made it impossible to hire a carriage.

So I have to use this letter to answer your last question about the surname "August".

First of all I want to prove your guess, this is indeed a very traditional and ancient Clovis surname; it has existed even longer than the Austrian royal family, dating back to the time of the ancient Clovis Kingdom, and it is closely related to the status of the kingdom. The prominent Rune family has some connections.

Unfortunately, the true August bloodline has long since been severed; the information that can be found is very trivial, and most of it is just rumors - such as dark creatures and evil magic.

However, I did not give up because of this. I plan to go back to the library of the academy to check it out in detail; I hope you have finished your military journey and return to the capital to join this fun-filled exploration activity.

May the ring of order bless you.

Your history professor, mentor, and like-minded friend.

Mace Hornard. "

"Snapped!"

Agitated, An Sen suddenly grabbed the letterhead, and his unpredictable movement attracted the attention of the people around him.

"What's wrong?" Approaching Roman, his expression was still as indifferent as ever.

"A...a professor of the history department, he was my favorite in the academy, and to some extent my mentor." Anson slowly opened the crumpled letter, trying not to lie:

"We haven't seen each other for many years, so I didn't expect him to be willing to reply to my letter."

The silent Roman stared straight into An Sen's eyes, and the icy eyes gradually turned into two slits.

This kind of silence lasted for more than ten seconds. After looking at Anson, who was nothing out of the ordinary, Roman turned and left.

huh...

When the tension finally relaxed, An Sen realized that the back of his neck was covered in cold sweat.

Looking at the elegant and neat handwriting on the letterhead, he can now be 100% sure that this "Mace Hornard" is the black mage who has been negotiating with him before!

And the other party is indeed the history professor of "Former Anson" at the church college, and he has been in the Recruitment Army under a disguised identity, constantly monitoring himself!

But now these are no longer a problem - the other party is willing to take the risk to write such a letter and reveal his name, most likely he has left the military camp.

So what prompted the other party to leave, and had to write such a letter before leaving?

I am afraid that after returning to the capital, I will go to the academy and ask the history professor in person.

Anson breathed a sigh of relief, and then seriously looked at the content of the letter on the side of the letter—basically, he was answering the last question he mentioned when we met last time, and it was also the most insignificant and harmless question.

But since the other party is willing to take the risk and write a letter to him, and he is desperate to ensure that he will receive it, it means that the content of the letter is definitely not as simple as it looks.

Are you warning yourself that the historical background of the August family is complicated, don't get involved if you are not prepared?

No... Anson, who frowned, rejected his speculation. This kind of issue is not worthy of the concern of a member of an underground evil organization, nor is it like the style of the "Black Mage".

If the opponent is willing to take risks, it will definitely have an impact on his plan—the successful capture of Thunder Castle.

The southern fortress, the wooden barrel town... Anson's eyes were locked on the only two place names in the whole article.

Because the empire invaded without warning in the winter, the southern legion fell into a passive state. If the trouble is not good, one or two important frontier fortresses will be lost. The war will spread to the territory, and there is indeed the possibility of territory fall.

But at least in the short term, Anson doesn't see any hope of a quick victory for the Empire - the Winter Offensive is indeed unexpected, but it will come at a price; even if it is passively beaten, the elite Southern Legion will not be so fast. A thousand miles away.

With the memory of "former Anson" serving in the southern fortress, Anson has great confidence in that fortress.

As for Wooden Barrel Town... Anson thought about it carefully. There are indeed many rumors about a large number of Imperial cavalry appearing near Wooden Barrel Town.

Is it difficult, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Carl Bain's other crow's mouth is about to come true? !

An Sen, who was a little flustered in his heart, heard the footsteps behind him, so he folded the letter again and put it in his jacket pocket, pretending to be calm and standing there.

"Commodore's order, everyone returns to the conference room."

Standing in the crowd, Roman said coldly, "Get ready, it's time to announce the order."

Throwing down the words, he turned around and walked into the tent first.

A group of officers around looked at each other, and returned to the seats on both sides of the sand table one after another with an uneasy mood.

At the end of the sand table, Ludwig, with his elbows on the table and his fingers crossed, still had a cold expression on his face, but he could still feel that he was in a much better mood than before—it was as if he had finally made a decision after hesitating for a long time and then relaxed. Tone expression.

"Everyone, I've made up my mind, and I don't plan to ask any of you for advice."

Glancing around in front of the sand table, Ludwig said solemnly:

"I decided to use the two newly established artillery positions as the core to establish a forward position that can be used as the main attack area during the siege!"

"Starting at seven o'clock tonight, a quarter of the army will be in charge of the project, and will rotate over the next four days; soldiers on duty will receive additional rations and a small subsidy, which will be provided by the levy The logistics are solely responsible and…”

Ludwig, who suddenly stopped speaking, stared at the messenger who suddenly broke into the camp—the same person who sent Anson a letter just now.

"what happened?"

"The latest information, Brigadier General!"

The messenger standing at the entrance of the tent was gasping for breath, and hurriedly saluted Ludwig:

"Sent from Oak Town!"