I will be crowned king

Although the Kingdom of Clovis has accumulated a mountain of conflicts due to its rapid expansion and the fact that the construction of the capital city has not kept up with the speed of development, it is still far from the point where the wall is torn down by the public.

Even on the contrary, Clovis is now very powerful, so powerful that both herself and her enemies think she is powerful, and even in the eyes of some people, powerful is a bit too much.

As an emerging country in the central region, Clovis has not only withstood the emperor's power in the past hundreds of years, but has never joined the empire's territory. It has even continued to expand and annex to the surrounding areas, and now it has a tendency to challenge the empire's hegemony. .

Even including the sudden war last year, under the imperial raids and three-sided attacks, although the frontal battlefield continued to lose, the only counterattack plan was also frustrated; but until now, Clovis has not been injured, and has never been beaten by the emperor. The front of the army threatens the core territory-except Thunder Castle.

The war lasted for nearly four months, and Clovis still showed no signs of decline; even when the war on the Western Front failed to yield results, Clovis still clamored to declare war on the Ysel elves.

But the empire, which was "victory day after day", was desperately trying to draw more allies into this war.

On the other hand, the city of Clovis, which has accumulated many contradictions and undercurrents, is indeed standing on the edge of the abyss on the verge of collapse.

Strong but declining, tough but fragile - this is Clovis, a kingdom blessed by the afterglow of Saint Isaac and covered by the bloody unicorn battle flag.

At the end of the conversation, Luther Franz did not even wait until tomorrow or the afternoon, but directly signed a letter of appointment on the table declaring Clovis Cathedral to be on emergency alert, transferring all control and command to Anson Bach, and Attached is my signature and seal.

Of course, there is a time limit.

"Sign, and forward this document to your clerk—I have sent for Alan Dawn when you come, and he will be here shortly."

The Archbishop handed the documents and pen to Anson from the other end of the desk and said coldly:

"I will hold an impromptu meeting in the cathedral this afternoon to announce this matter to all deacons and leaders, and transfer control of the entire cathedral as soon as possible before tomorrow."

"I saw your sister when I came here, Lisa Bach... You don't need to go back to the apartment on Boleman Street. Let Alan Dawn arrange a room for you in the cathedral as quickly as possible. Send the storm team from Whitehall Street; there is no need to have any scruples, just deploy defenses on the entire Red Brick Street."

"Finally remember, you don't have to answer any questions, you don't have to promise anything to anyone - you only have to answer to one person, and that's me, got it?"

"Understood!" Anson replied quickly, taking the document with both hands.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lieutenant Colonel."

After the words fell, Luther Franz raised his hand and pointed to the door: "Remember to close the door when you go out."

"Besides...if Sophia is still outside the door, tell her not to wait any longer. I will take time to chat with her in the evening."

"yes!"

With sympathy for Sophia, Anson stood up decisively and walked toward the door.

The moment he stood in front of the door, the Archbishop's voice sounded from behind:

"By the way, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach, what day is it today?"

Anson turned around decisively and said, "February 26, Archbishop."

"February 26th..."

Luther Franz murmured to himself, and then looked at Anson solemnly:

"Clovis Cathedral must not fall before March 1st!"

March 1st... Is this Luther Franz's back-up plan, or is something big going to happen on that day, or is there an agreement between him and certain forces that the cathedral will not fall before March 1st?

Countless speculations flashed through his mind, and Anson nodded solemnly:

"yes!"

After turning around and walking out of the study, looking at the empty corridor without a single figure, Anson sighed and left quickly, walking into the small prayer room outside.

Just as Anson was walking quickly across the aisle, preparing to join Lisa in the church waiting room, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to scan the silent room.

Like the study behind him, this is a private prayer room for the archbishop and his family and friends. Usually no one comes near; and the archbishop just said that he doesn't want to see anyone for the time being.

In other words, within the next few dozen minutes, this may be the safest and most private corner in the entire inner city.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and an idea and plan emerged in Anson's mind.

He wants to write a letter here and send it to his beloved Professor Mace Honnard!

Anson randomly found a seat away from the aisle and the door and sat down. Anson tore out a piece of writing paper from the diary in his arms - writing a diary every day was a good habit - and picked up the pen given to him by the archbishop and wrote fluently:

"Dear Professor Mace Honnard, I have some very important news to inform you immediately..."

"...After the incidents at St. Isaac's College and the Leiden Arsenal, Luther Franz has completely relaxed his vigilance towards me and granted me complete jurisdiction over Clovis Cathedral in order to deploy defenses on the entire Red Brick Street. , to cope with the upcoming riots in the outer city."

"I think this is a great opportunity to capture the Great Magic Book!"

"In fact, I already have a relatively complete rough plan for this. I can steal the "Great Magic Book" without arousing the vigilance of the Church of Order; but considering that you may have other plans, please allow me to first tell you Please share this good news."

"Dear Professor Mace Honnard, please make a decision as soon as possible - Luther Franz revealed his plan to me, and it must be in March..."

As he wrote this, Anson paused suddenly, took a deep breath, and his pupils flickered slightly on his expressionless face:

"We must ensure that Clovis Cathedral does not fall before March 2nd - I think this is likely to be some kind of agreement. Beyond this time, Luther Franz will no longer be able to continue to cover for Clovis. , the Church of Order will be fully involved in the Old God Sect incident in Clovis."

"At this critical juncture that concerns the rise and fall of the old god sect in Clovis City and whether the 'big plan' can really be successfully realized, my beloved Professor Mace Honnard also asks you to contact me as soon as possible. Your students need wise advice. The guidance of sound..."

Gently squeezing the letter paper in his hand, the corners of Mace Honnard's mouth turned up slightly, and his eyes that scanned the scrawled handwriting shone with a strange brilliance.

"Dear Anson Bach." The Black Mage murmured softly: "You are indeed smarter than you show..."

After a brief absence of concentration, he handed the letter behind him to Blown, who was standing in the shadows, and his eyes under the monocle glanced straight ahead.

This is an exceptionally gorgeous looking hall. The towering dome looks vast and far-reaching, with complex and complicated runes all over it; weird sculptures and murals are all around it, so lifelike that just one look at it will make ordinary people feel the madness of the creator.

The dark and heavy curtains blocked all light from the outside world, and only the chandelier on the dome burned with purple firelight; the dull and oppressive air was filled with looming smoke, which was intoxicating.

But the participants who were lucky enough to sit in this room didn't care much about the environment. In other words, as spellcasters, such a hidden environment was exactly what they needed.

Looking at the spellcasters who were either curious or wary, with different faces, the tall and thin black mage in a dark blue dress had his fingers crossed and his elbows were supported on the armrests of the chair. His face hidden under the top hat was eye-catching. Can't see his expression clearly:

"Dear gentlemen, as you know, the opportunity we have been waiting for has finally arrived."

"This is an action that will affect the fate of the entire Old God Sect. More directly, it will affect the future life and death of all of us; if it fails or deviates slightly from the goal, it will have unimaginable consequences."

"So I'm here to confirm for the last time. Is there anyone here...who wants to withdraw?"

The black mage said slowly.

What answered him was a burst of chaotic, eerie laughter.

"Yes, all of us know what that choice means." The black mage also showed a slight smile:

"With the blessings given by the three old gods, each of us can live well in the dark corners that the Church of Order disdains, and can have a foothold among the rich and nobles who need 'special services' , or..."

He paused deliberately: "Join the Church of Order or the Inquisition and become a hound hunting similar species."

After the words fell, there was a burst of disdain or resentful snorts in the hall, and some people glanced at the figures around them warily.

"But none of us chose that path, nor did we live in the gutter like some of our kind, just so that no one would discover his identity as an Old God sect and feel ashamed of being a spellcaster."

The black mage's expression gradually turned cold: "They... don't deserve to be called believers of the Three Old Gods!"

"They are just a group of thieves who have stolen astronomical amounts of wealth but dare not squander it!"

"But we are different. We have our own persistence. We have not forgotten how glorious the Three Old Gods were a thousand years ago, and how they gradually lost their status under the oppression of the Ring of Order. We can't even tell others our beliefs openly. .”

"How sad and helpless this is!"

"The Church of Order - this organization is filled with thieves and thieves, robbers and bandits. They have subverted the teachings of the three old gods, narcotized the world with a set of so-called 'progressive' theories, and willingly accepted everything it arranged!"

"They took the knowledge of Saint Isaac as their own and blocked all the advanced technologies that could bring light to the world. Only those who were most obedient to them could get a glimpse of the truth. They also called it the observance of Saint Isaac. last wish!"

"They used banks and religious taxes to make money, and then used churches all over the world to invest and lend money to everyone. They used the shackles of debt to control one area after another, so that no monarch dared to resist their will, because with the church banks The end of confrontation is always a dead end..."

The Black Mage continued to detail the sins of the Church of Order, and every time he spoke, the sound of gnashing teeth and low roars of suppressed anger could be heard in the hall, as if he actually felt the pain.

Bronn, who was hiding in the shadows, looked at the pretentious expressions of those people, and the corners of his mouth quietly raised.

"...Soon, this miserable world will usher in the beginning of its collapse; the storm sweeping the world has been born, and it is only a matter of time before it destroys everything."

The Black Mage's expression also showed excitement and madness:

"Once successful, the Old God believers among the Privy Council members will completely control the political power of the Kingdom of Clovis, and the Osterian royal family will become a puppet on the surface; and we...the Old Gods...will control the entire kingdom in the shadows. .”

"The future of the Old God Sect, our career and ideals, wealth and power, and everything we have lost in the past thousand years... will be taken away by us!"

"Gentlemen, this is only the first step in our resistance - in order to destroy the Church of Order, it is not enough to control a Clovis city and a kingdom; but I assure you, the flames of resistance will surely be destroyed by the steps we have taken. With this step, the whole world is on fire.”

"The big plan...will be realized...in our hands!"

The excited black mage clenched his fists with both hands, and the purple flames of the chandelier in the room seemed to burn more violently according to his mood.

But this brief moodiness was only temporary for him. The black mage quickly regained his composure and began to formally announce the next plan:

“Obviously, in order to ensure the success of the resistance we must mobilize those rioters who have nothing, but in order to ensure that the situation does not evolve into the worst case scenario, the number of rioters must be effectively controlled and they must act as unified as possible, so that Only then can we break through the Guards’ blockade of the outer city.”

"In addition, in order to distract the attention of the Guards, we will try our best to cause riots in the inner city in the next few days so that they can devote more troops to maintaining law and order in the inner city."

"While they are worried about the Public Administration Act and the face of the royal family, we can quietly gather the incited thugs and let them rush to the inner city and rush to Oslo at the most appropriate time. Telia Palace, let the decadent royal family bow to us!"

"At that time...the Church of Order and their ignorant followers will witness the power of the Old God Sect with their own eyes for the first time."

Looking at the pair of eyes that were already agitated by his own instigation, the black mage slowly stood up and pulled out a glass of wine out of thin air in his right hand:

"Now please take action on your own, gather your people, make adequate preparations, and hope that the original ring will protect us all, and that when all this dust falls, we can still be reunited in this room."

"On March 1st, we will turn the entire city of Clovis upside down!"