I will be crowned king

Inner city, 55 Brahman Street.

It was approaching noon, and Mrs. Bogner was preparing lunch as usual. The street across the window was filled with crowded community militiamen, waving red and black King Clovis flags and rifles and cheering and noisy excitedly. They could be heard shouting "arrest the real culprit" and "form a parliament".

There was also only a wall between them, but different rental houses were already crowded with fully armed inquisitors. Cole Dorian, who looked solemn, held Lawrence's flintlock ax, opened the door and walked to the Truth Seeking Order. The center of the judges.

"Everyone, the current situation is exactly the same as what Sera said with the crow's mouth. The Truth-seeking Order has become an outcast of the Tribunal." Cole said coldly:

"The opponent is the legendary Magic Apostle Machia. Without reinforcements, the chance of winning is basically zero - if nothing else, the opponent's territory has completely covered the entire Clovis City. Those who have fought since the time of Captain Lawrence should know where to go. What does it mean to enter the realm of a conjurer."

No one answered, but the figures in the shadows nodded or expressed affirmation with their eyes.

"The laws of nature are completely distorted. Every breath of air you breathe and every water you drink may be the enemy, and the bullets fired from the gun may not be shot at the enemy as a matter of course...especially the enemy is that Machia, who is said to be able to 'satisfy anyone' The apostle of desire, the apostle who plays with people's hearts and seduces desire."

"As much as I hate to say it, at this moment in Clovis City, we are no different from being enemies of a god."

"Please be prepared, this time... we are really going to hunt the gods."

He did not deliberately exaggerate the despair of the situation, and did not use provocation to stimulate the fighting spirit of his comrades - it was not necessary, and it would even be almost equivalent to an insult if he did so.

Cole Dorian knew better than anyone that all the inquisitors of the Truth-seeking Order, including Sera Vigil, had realized the coming of this day earlier than he did.

Slowly turning his gaze to the blank cement wall, he seemed to be able to see Anson Bach sitting in front of the fireplace, sleeping with his eyes closed.

With the help of his "superpower", at this moment, his mind was reflecting all the pictures of every plant and tree in the entire inner city, trying hard to find Machiya's figure.

Through experience in another timeline, Anson already knows that when he uses "superpowers", especially when he is still opening the field simultaneously, he will be noticed by the surrounding spellcasters above the blasphemous mage level—— Not only can the other party be aware of his "sight", but he will also feel obvious discomfort.

The purpose is also very clear: he wants to communicate face-to-face with the other party.

Judging from the apostle's initiative to come to the door to "show goodwill", the other party's purpose should be himself, but it will not be to kill him - at least not immediately, otherwise the power of the apostle will have shrouded himself in his Within the realm, killing someone is easier than breathing.

If this is the case, it means that there is still room for negotiation; even if no win-win results can be achieved at all, being able to understand the other party's purpose is considered a success.

Apostles are disdainful of concealment...or as Wilhelm Gottfried put it, the only reason you can't communicate is that there's something wrong with your method.

Machiavel's "law" is wish. Judging from Christian's description of the scene that happened at that time, "the wish comes true" needs to meet at least two conditions: at least obtaining Machiavel's permission, and taking the initiative to speak or not hiding his wish.

This is actually somewhat similar to his own "Law of Planning", which requires at least two steps to achieve results - even if Machiaz gives others ten thousand wishes, if the other party still refuses to make a wish, his law will not take effect.

At the same time, there should be a limit to the number of wishes, and there may even be restrictions on space and type; this is similar to your own "plan" law. Even if all the prerequisites are met, the decision of whether to use the plan still rests with you. In the hands, after all, for the conjurer, the body is just the shell, and the domain is the essence.

The other party left the apartment about fifteen minutes ago. Calculating the time, he should still be in one of the surrounding streets, at least he shouldn't have left the inner city. But no matter how much Anson searched, he could never find the other party.

He planned to take a gamble and take the initiative to make a wish to Machia!

Based on Christian's description, he mentally sketched out his appearance and cleared his throat slightly:

"I...want to know the exact location of Machia, the apostle of curse magic."

Snapped--

I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a crisp finger snapping sound in my ears.

Suddenly, my mind suddenly went dark, and all the pictures disappeared.

This... Anson suddenly tightened his heartstrings and repeatedly confirmed that he had indeed activated his "superpower". The power itself had not lost contact, but he could not see anything!

"Interesting, he is a person who has traveled through time." An extremely childish voice suddenly said: "No wonder Lu En is interested in you, it turns out... huh?"

"...Wait a minute, is it you?"

The voice sounded very surprised. Anson quickly calmed down and took a deep breath: "Excuse me, do you know me?"

"August's follower, who participated in the trial with him... Oh, my God, this is so interesting. I actually have an impression of you?" The voice became more and more excited:

"The timeline has been changed, and it even had a direct impact on me... It's interesting. I really want to tell that old bastard Yoglin about this right away. His expression must be very exciting!"

Yoglin, is that magic apostle whose law is "existence"... Ansen secretly thought in his heart.

In the past, he would not have dared to think about anything in this situation, but after mastering the field, he can now protect his consciousness within the field to prevent his deep consciousness from being read.

Sensing that there was no obvious malice in the other person's tone, and even a tendency to communicate proactively, Anson decisively chose to follow up: "Sorry, what should I do..."

"Machias." The voice interrupted him directly: "Don't pretend you don't know other people's names, and don't pretend you don't know how to address an apostle. It's very rude - especially for you who have visited Boredium. In terms of."

"Sorry, I'm rude."

Anson immediately said: "So...you guessed from the beginning that I would take the initiative to contact you?"

He deliberately made his words very vague, trying to dig out more information about the other party: The so-called wish can come true, does it require Machia's permission in advance, or can anyone in his field do it. If the person who makes the wish can Without knowing it in advance, would it still be effective?

Machia's voice was silent for a while, and then he laughed twice inexplicably:

"If I hadn't been 100% sure that He was already dead, those words just now... would have really made me mistakenly think that the person I was negotiating with was August."

"This is a kind reminder, Anson. Not everyone is used to August's humor. To speak in his tone, you must at least have the same strength as him."

"Testing... to some guys, it might sound like provocation."

"..." The expressionless Anson closed his eyes tightly and twitched his throat hard.

"But I'm in a good mood today, so it's okay to tell you; yes, the reason why I came here is that I hope you can take the initiative to contact me. It's an open-book question. After all, if you never make a wish, there's nothing I can do." Machia's voice said It sounds very pleasant:

"As for why you do this, of course it's because of your special relationship with Luen, but now I already know the answer: not only can you travel through the timeline, but it can even interfere with the existence of the timeline... Anson, I am becoming more and more interested in you. "

He always only calls himself by his own name, which means he knows that he is a blasphemous mage? Anson understood and continued: "I want to know the purpose of your coming to Clovis City, if you can really reveal it."

"No, you want to know why the Holy See suddenly targeted Clovis like this, how many people are ambushing in the city at this moment, who is assisting them, and their next actions." Machia's smile grew brighter:

"In addition, you also want to know why I know what you are thinking at this moment, and whether there are any flaws because of the wish you made to me... It seems that August has a really profound influence on you. It makes me want to meet Lu En and see if he has become like this."

Anson suddenly didn't dare to speak.

"As a reward for answering the question correctly, I... grant your wish."

At the same time as the voice sounded, Anson's ears snapped again: "The main conspirators for your assassination are the Empire and the Holy See... I don't know the specific details, but I think you should have guessed that they are almost the same; why the Holy See would Suddenly started targeting Clovis? You might as well ask a man named Luther Franz how he managed to prevent the power of the Holy See from penetrating into this city for decades."

"As for the specific details, I don't care. It's just that one day, some bastard from the Holy See came to the door and said in an annoying tone..."

"Rune has returned to the land of the past, and Clovis City is yours."

The other party's vivid imitation made a figure instantly appear in Anson's mind:

Maurice Périgord.

"Those of us have made a clear agreement with the Holy See and will not interfere with each other easily, but this time the Holy See has actually placed the entire city of Clovis under my name; from now on, I can be here Do whatever I want.”

Machiavel's voice sounded very happy: "I know what you are thinking. Do apostles also need to act according to the will of the Holy See?"

"Yes...no, Luen has always looked down upon the Holy See, but I suggest you don't underestimate them too much...the things they inherited, although only fragmentary, are enough to defend the order they created."

He seems to be really interested in me, and has been constantly tempting me to become curious about the Holy See, trying to fight against the power of the Empire and the Holy See that have penetrated into the city of Clovis?

Anson thought for a moment and decided to abandon this topic and start with other questions; the temptation just now has completely failed, and his cover-up has no effect at all. It is better to ask for other useful information more sincerely.

The other party's tone sounded very kind, but it could not hide the fact that the two sides were actually enemies... His current situation was too passive, and almost all his actions were expected by Machia.

"Dear Machia, I would like to know what a conjurer should do if he wants to advance to become an apostle?"

This is also a question that has no beginning and no end, and makes people scratch their heads, but it can have many explanations: I know the strength of the enemy and hope to obtain more powerful power to fight. I know that the enemy is temporarily unable to fight, so I choose to temporarily Avoid and seek breakthroughs from forces outside the world.

Although there hasn't been much communication from now on, Anson is vaguely aware that the other person seems to be happy to expose others, or to pry into other people's true thoughts.

So, if others are really sincere and no longer hide themselves, what will He do?

This time, Machia was silent for a long time, and Anson, who was patient, still closed his eyes and rested, quietly waiting for the other party's answer.

After nearly two minutes, he finally spoke:

"You...have to accept yourself completely."

"The real enemy of all conjurers is not others, but themselves; after becoming 'Tutor', they often think that they are omnipotent due to the growth of power, the formation of domains and laws."

"But that is not true, or it is a misunderstanding caused by not confronting the laws of nature in the past; your laws... are naive and fragile in front of the world, and simply vulnerable. Your so-called power is just a clumsy approach to the laws of nature. Imitation is false and meaningless."

"Every 'curse mage' will realize this after he has completely mastered his own laws. It may take hundreds or thousands of years until he completely recognizes the reality; he once tried to put his own laws above the world. It becomes a brand new rule, finally...hehehehe..."

"In the final analysis, it is caused by a too superficial understanding of oneself; naivety... is the biggest enemy of the conjurer." Machiya's voice gradually became teasing:

"If you want to re-enact the law, you must first turn yourself into a 'law'... The so-called existence that is above all things and transcends the world is just a misunderstanding of the true God's 'control of destiny' by fools."

Anson's eyes shone slightly, and he vaguely figured out something, so he asked the last question:

"Dear Machiavelli, are you also part of the Holy See's plan?"

"No, but my domain has completely covered the entire city of Clovis. At the same time, all people from the Holy See and the Empire can get the information they want to know from me anytime and anywhere." Machia's voice became slightly more serious. :

"Just as I will not hide it from you, neither will they; not only that, I also made a promise to the Holy See: If I see Anson Bach, I will kill him."

"So...don't let me see you, Anson."