I Will Be The Crowned King

Chapter 43 Freedom of Choice

Harbor District, Weizler Mansion.

Anson strolled past the street corner, observing the three-story building across the street surrounded by a courtyard with his naked eyes. The bright silver Inquisitor pocket watch in his right hand made a "click" sound, and the fast-moving second hand pulled its "brother". "We kept getting closer to eight o'clock.

Wearing a black half-top hat and using a double-breasted long-sleeved black trench coat to cover his military uniform, An Sen deliberately dressed himself up like a Beluga MP. For this reason, he even changed a pair of boots to find a sturdy and beautiful one. cane.

He turned around several times, like a purposeless walk, but deliberately avoided crowded areas and chose those narrow and winding roads, so that stains were everywhere on his clothes, even the top hat and Collars were not spared.

Time passed by, just five minutes to eight o'clock sharp, Anson closed the watch cover with a "pop!", pressed the top hat and put up the pocket watch, holding a cane and strode to the third floor of the building Building to go.

After knocking on the door lightly, a well-dressed middle-aged man who was dressed like a housekeeper appeared after a while, hurried forward, and said with a bit of caution: "Sorry, Master Mason has invited us tonight. Your honored guests..."

Anson raised his head, smiled and pushed the brim of his hat with a cane:

"I'm the 'that' guest."

The butler, whose complexion suddenly changed, was startled at first, and then he bowed and saluted: "I'm sorry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately turned around and hurried away.

Ten minutes later, Mason Weizler hurried out of the room, the butler hurriedly following behind still holding his cane and top hat.

"Lord Defense Commander, why are you... dressed up like this?!" Mason looked at Anson out of breath, and took the hat from the middle-aged man in shock at the same time:

"And only you... alone?!"

Anson smiled lightly and looked at him meaningfully:

"Is not it good?"

"Uh... well! Great!" Mason quickly responded with a dry laugh, as if to please; he hurriedly opened the door and led Anson through the courtyard into the house.

Walking into the living room, the warm and dry heat wave immediately hit the face; the butler took the two men's coats, top hats and walking sticks, turned around and disappeared from the entrance without a trace.

Mason, who kept a smirk in his expression, still walked ahead and led Anson to the restaurant.

The restaurant at Weizler Mansion is not too big or decorated, but it looks very warm. The soft carpet, the exquisite fireplace and the heavy curtains all reveal the style of the northern ice and snow, as if even the air is full of air. become warm.

There are also several "simple" oil paintings hanging on the fireplace, which can vaguely be seen as a landscape painting of Beluga Harbour.

"That's my son's work." Mason's face showed a doting smile:

"He was born in Beluga Harbor. He has been obsessed with oil painting since he was a child, and he has no interest in the family's business. I plan to send him back to the hometown of Beigang when he grows up, and find a decent teacher for him there. ."

An Sen chuckled softly: "You really love this son."

"No way, he's the only son of the Weizler family... I can't refuse him." Mason smiled bitterly and sighed helplessly:

"It's just that the next generation of the Weizler family doesn't seem to be able to do business and will have to sell paintings for a living."

"I know a very young painter who is very famous in Clovis City - I heard that a pair of paintings sold for a sky-high price at a charity auction." Anson took up the topic enthusiastically:

"If you don't mind, I can write a letter and invite him to Moby-Dick Harbor to be your son's private tutor."

"Really?!" Mason's eyes lit up:

"I... I don't even know how to thank you, you are so, so generous; the ring of order is on, the great painter of Clovis City... Little Beckland will be so excited that he can't sleep!"

An Sen smiled lightly: "It's just a little effort."

But the other party's expression did not diminish at all because of his politeness, on the contrary, it became much more solemn; he stood up straight and even straightened his collar deliberately.

"For you, this may really be just a gesture of effort; but for the Weizler family, this matter is of great significance." Mason said sternly:

"Therefore, as the owner of the Weizler family, Beckland's father, I must express my sincere thanks to you on his behalf... and also on behalf of the Weizler family."

An Sen nodded slightly and changed the conversation: "If that's the case, can I use this matter as an exchange to ask you something?"

"Of course, what do you want to ask?" Mason replied enthusiastically and casually.

Anson looked at him and deliberately hid his right hand behind him, smiling unabated:

"No Faith... Knights."

The voice fell, and the warm restaurant suddenly became a little hot.

The enthusiastic Mason still pointed forward slightly, his eyes widened, as if he was still ready to listen to Anson's question.

The smiling Anson was silent, quietly looking at each other's every move.

At this moment, the previous housekeeper pushed a dining cart into the room, followed by a brightly dressed woman.

She is in her early thirties, holding a bottle of black rum in her arms, with a high bun and a slightly plump figure, with a decent dress and demeanor, she looks graceful and luxurious, like Clovis lady of the city.

But in that reserved look, there was a trace of fear that was well hidden.

"Good evening, your honorable garrison commander." She bowed her knees slightly, and walked towards Anson with the bottle of black rum that was expensive at first glance:

"It's such an honor to hear that you are visiting our house tonight! I went to check the wine cellar and found this precious bottle..."

"lady."

The enthusiastic Mason spoke suddenly, and without turning his head, said to the lady beside him, "It's getting late, you go back to your room to rest...don't wait for me."

"It's late? But it's not even nine o'clock..."

Mrs. Weizler said in "surprise", her eyes moving between the two: "As the hostess of this family, serving wine for distinguished guests is the only thing I can do..."

"It's getting late." Mason repeated flatly, still not looking back at her:

"Go back to rest first."

The graceful Mrs. Weitzler was "frozen" in place, trying her best to keep a smile.

The housekeeper stood silently behind the dining car, bowing his head and saying nothing.

"Mrs. Weizler." Anson, who had always been silent, said suddenly.

"Um?!"

The lady turned her head sharply and looked at An Sen with a smile, as if she was looking at a beast that was going to eat people.

But An Sen just gently stroked his chest and gave her a solemn salute:

"Nice to meet you, I wish you a good dream tonight."

"Ah! Oh...thank you! I...I wish you...have a...have a nice night!"

She stammered and said this politeness, turned around and handed the bottle to the butler who had never said a word, and then politely bowed to the two of them, escaping from the warm restaurant with graceful gestures.

In the quiet room, the butler in front of the dining car silently opened the wine bottle and served food for the two of them.

For a while, the atmosphere seemed to return to the way it was at the beginning.

"The Faithless Knights?"

Mason picked up a glass of rum very naturally, with a bit of curiosity in his puzzled eyes: "What is that? It sounds like a gang from the empire."

"This is a group of traitors from the empire, an underground organization composed of three or five groups." An Sen explained in a serious way:

"On Teapot Street a few days ago, I killed one and caught the other two - they have confessed, and the soldiers and civilians who were killed a few days ago were their handwriting."

"Oh?!"

Mason looked shocked: "So...they are in Beluga Harbor?!"

"And it has been entrenched in the colony for many years." Anson nodded slightly, watching the other party's eyes gradually become solemn:

"Not only that, these knights who escaped from the empire have even abandoned their beliefs and become non-believers in addition to the power of the blood they inherited!"

"A knight who doesn't believe in gods?!" Mason was even more shocked.

"So you can understand my concern?"

Anson nodded slightly, picked up the glass and sipped: "A group of imperial knights entrenched in the colonies, and they also claim to be 'unbelievers'... How much harm can such a guy lurking around us cause, I shouldn't need to explain it any more already."

"Indeed!"

Mason, who couldn't hide his shock, nodded again and again, but there was still a hint of confusion in his eyes: "But...for such a guy, what kind of help can I offer you?"

"Mr. Mason Weizler, you are the most successful businessman in the entire Ice Dragon Fjord, no one." Anson put down his glass and said with a chuckle:

"Successful businessmen like you must know how to identify the price of goods and what kind of people are more sincere buyers."

"Thanks for the compliment, but I... don't understand what you're talking about."

Mason smiled apologetically, his eyes full of sincerity: "Please be more detailed."

An Sen raised his eyebrows and said softly, "I learned from my secretary that you are mainly engaged in ocean trade; salt, leather, seafood, ores... and immigrants."

"Especially immigrants - thousands of people in the mainland want to leave the old world every year and start a new life in the new world. Excluding a small number of stowaways, most of them need to rely on ocean trade; I inquired at some point that a ticket to the New World was worth three months' salary for an ordinary boatman."

"Not only that, these new immigrants are also very valuable 'commodities' in the colony. Many farms, workshops and mines are willing to 'book' certain skilled immigrants and are very happy to pay for them."

"So I came to a conclusion." Anson concluded with a smile:

"If you want to say who in the entire colony knows the most about the situation and details of immigration, it must be the one who has the largest stake in the 'immigrant trade'."

"That's you, His Excellency Mason Weitzler."

Anson's tone was extremely certain.

The housekeeper on the side stepped forward silently and filled the wine glasses of the two again. The mellow black rum exuded a strong aroma of wine along with the heat wave lingering in the room.

Mason took a sip, and then slowly put down the wine glass in his hand: "Your secretary is very powerful. In the past, the immigration of Beluga Harbor was always handled by the Beluga Harbor Chamber of Commerce, which is the Weizler Family."

"Exceeded the prize." Anson chuckled softly.

"But it doesn't mean that I know the details of all of them - for example, if you don't tell me, I don't even know that there is a group of guys calling themselves the "Knights of Unbelief" in Beluga Harbor." Mason's tone was extremely sincere:

"It's even more unexpected that they have the courage to attack your soldiers."

"Maybe they didn't mean it." Anson smiled unabated:

"It was just instructed by some people that I had to do it."

"That's right! That's it, you're absolutely right!"

Mason suddenly became excited, and his expression seemed to feel the same: "Beluga Harbor is a small place, and everyone knows each other - this is why we often have to make decisions that go against our hearts because of certain people!"

"Actually, as long as there is a choice, many things can be avoided! We all just want to live well, what's wrong with this?!"

"That's not wrong!" Anson said with absolute certainty:

"Freedom of choice...personally, that's the biggest difference between colonies and natives."

"I think so."

Mason agrees: "Freedom, freedom of choice...that's the beauty of the colony; not only do buyers get to choose who they want to buy, but sellers also get to choose who they sell to."

"Now, as a buyer, I want to buy a product from you." Anson held his chest and looked at the other party meaningfully:

"The Knights of No Letter~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But it's the first time I've heard of them."

Mason's eyes were sincere.

"It doesn't matter - you just said that Beluga Harbour is a small place, and everyone knows each other." Anson's eyes were more sincere than his:

"I don't need you to hand me the Untrusted Knights because you don't know them... So I just need you to help me with one small thing."

"Of course." Mason replied immediately, "What's the matter?"

"It is impossible for an organization like the Knights of No Letter to have no sponsors behind it; and those who can fund the Knights of No Letter must be very powerful in Beluga Port." An Sen said solemnly:

"I hope you can tell them for me to stop funding the Faithless Knights and any similar organizations, and cut off ties with them."

"no problem."

Mason nodded excitedly, and his expression was obviously much more relaxed than at the beginning: "Is there anything else?"

"No, this is the only thing I want." Anson shook his head: "A peaceful and prosperous Beluga Port without heretics and underground organizations is good for all of us."

"You are so right, this is what we all hope." Mason nodded slightly, his eyes turned slightly:

"Then I don't know what price you are willing to give for such a product..."

An Sen chuckled: "I don't know much about trade, why don't you set a price for me?"

"I'm happy to help." Mason hesitated for a moment, then asked half tentatively:

"What do you think of 'promise to maintain the status quo in Beluga Port for the next three years'...how about it?"

"Sounds like a very reasonable price." Anson nodded slightly:

"But no."

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