I will be crowned king

Sailing City, midnight.

The biting rain, the hazy mist, the gloomy dome, the sparse and dim lights, and the blurry city outline hidden in the darkness... together constitute the most common "night scene" in this city.

Well, if anyone actually appreciates the view.

Starting from May, the usually gloomy Sailing City has entered the rainy season of the year. There are rarely double-digit sunny days throughout the month, and the drizzle sometimes only lasts for a while, and sometimes even For several days...if you're lucky, you might even get "sun rain" weather.

It is precisely because of these nutrient-rich rainwater that Sailing City, as a port city, can become the most important granary in the empire's colonies; although the daylight hours are short, it is enough for most crops-not to mention other colonies. How sunny.

Of course, rain brings good harvests, but it also brings disasters.

Diseases, insect infestations, pollution... Coupled with the cold and humid air, the medical standards and lack of supplies in the New World, there are not a few colonists who die every year from various diseases caused by the cold and humidity, unclean drinking water and food. .

Even the lucky ones who survived disease and floods often became victims of subsequent plagues.

The white fog, the wet streets, the locked high-rise mansions, the groaning low longhouses, the rats in the streets and alleys, and the dead roadside corpses that were bitten out of shape by the rats and swollen and blistered. …

This is Sailing City.

The most prosperous and rich city in the New World.

But in addition to the hustle and bustle of the past, there has been some other excitement recently.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A heavy and urgent knock on the door penetrated the rain curtain and echoed in the deserted streets; three figures of different sizes quietly appeared in front of the chapel door.

One person is facing the door, one is facing away from the door and is wary of the street outside, and the other is standing at an angle to the side, close to the door axis.

For a long time, the three of them looked at each other facing the still closed church door, and the leader started banging hurriedly again; the other two were tense all over, with solemn expressions, and their hands remained motionless and kept hanging naturally.

After another moment, the door finally opened.

A petite girl wearing a black and white nun's attire appeared behind the door. Under her clear and smart eyes was a delicate face that was so fair that it was almost translucent. Her hair was as long as a waterfall and spread over her shoulders. With the help of the light, you could faintly see the depth of her face. Pure blue.

"If you came here to pray, I'm afraid you came at the wrong time."

The girl said calmly, with a hint of impatience in her sweet voice: "Due to some special circumstances, our church will not be open to the public in the near future, so... please come back."

After she finished speaking, before the three people outside the door could speak, she prepared to close the door.

"Click!"

Just when the door was about to close, the leader suddenly grabbed the girl's right wrist and pulled the door bolt - the force was so strong that the other two could hear the clear sound even if the sound of rain blocked it.

"We're not here to pray."

The leader slowly raised his head, revealing a twisted face that was smiling ferociously and a pipe extinguished by the rain: "There are rumors that this small church is actually the stronghold of a certain spellcaster."

"And he is also an Iser elf spellcaster who is wanted by the Church of Order. He is a fugitive remnant of the Thirteen Council."

With a pipe in his mouth, he spoke word by word, his slightly narrowed eyes always observing the changes in the girl's expression.

The other two people stood sideways on both sides, their hands hanging naturally hidden behind their backs.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The girl didn't even raise her head. She kept staring at the hand holding her wrist with a faint look of disgust. Scarlet blood began to spread in her pupils.

"oh?"

The leader's evil smile deepened, and his right hand gripped the girl's wrist harder: "No, you know."

The moment the words fell, the figure standing on the left suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the dark color instantly filled his entire eyeballs, like a deep vortex, locking the girl's figure tightly.

The leader took advantage of the situation and knelt down on one knee. With a "Bang!", he forcibly pulled down the girl's right hand and the door bolt!

boom--

The girl suddenly stood up straight, and the blood in her pupils seemed to be restrained by some kind of force. She was constantly trying to resist, struggling, and struggling helplessly...

The third figure with his back to the door raised his withered palm above his head, slowly opened it and pointed his palm towards the sky.

Under the dark night, the continuously falling rain suddenly became much slower in the church. The crystal clear water droplets turned into ice beads, hanging in the air like pearl curtains. The falling speed also followed the movement of the withered palms. The range of extension becomes slower and slower.

Click! Click! Click!

As the scarlet color gradually disappeared from her pupils, the girl's expression gradually became trance-like and sluggish... The faint frost began to erode the black and white nun's uniform from bottom to top, climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The leader, who was kneeling on one knee, still smiled ferociously. The palm of his right hand that tightly grasped the girl's wrist stretched out countless hair-like tentacles, piercing the crystal clear skin and growing wildly between her blood vessels and bones, at an almost crazy speed. Squeeze the girl's blood.

The power of the Ysel elves flows in their blood. The more "pure" the bloodline, the higher the probability of awakening the "power of the three old gods", and even instantly possessing power that other casters cannot possess for hundreds of years or even a lifetime.

Therefore, regardless of whether it is awakened or not, the high-purity "elf blood" has a very high value to low-level spellcasters, and is even a key material for making magic props.

At the same time, a large amount of blood loss in a short period of time will also affect the strength of the awakened Iser elves - they are not real spellcasters after all, and the magic "given" by the three old gods is more similar to the power of human blood.

But...it's not entirely without exception.

call--

Accompanied by a slight burning sound, the attacker, who was desperately suppressing his ecstasy, suddenly felt something stinging at the corner of his eye. His pupils, which instinctively looked at the bright light, froze at the moment of awareness.

The rain-soaked pipe at the corner of his mouth was lit.

Looking at the golden red mouth of the pipe, the attacker suddenly realized something and his throat twitched. He looked up along the wisp of white smoke; at the end of the smoke, he saw a pair of eyes.

A pair of blood-red, blood-red eyes!

The attacker's whole body was shaken, and the thousands of tentacles connected to the girl lit up with an alluring golden red, and poured into his body at a speed visible to the naked eye; in the blink of an eye, golden and red lines spread all over his body.

There was no warning, and the attacker, who had no time to even scream, was engulfed by the firelight pouring out of his body, turning into floating ashes and a faint wisp of white smoke.

It wasn't until their companions were wiped out that the other two attackers noticed something strange in a daze. They watched in horror as the girl who had broken free slowly raised her burning right hand, her expression indifferent and calm.

"Break free?"

The girl showed a sarcastic smile: "Everyone... you are really a group of humorous guests.

With a soft snort, she suddenly tightened her grip on the fire in her palms with her eyes suddenly cold; the ice beads floating in the sky suddenly became dazzling in the eyes of two pairs of horrified eyes, and became brighter and brighter...

"boom!"

The firelight flashed, and the dark rainy night returned to calm; the streets outside the chapel returned to their original appearance, as if no one had ever been there.

Staring coldly at the ashes falling with the drizzle, the expressionless girl slowly lowered her eyes. Her right hand, which had been torn to pieces by blood magic, was recovering from its injuries at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the forcibly broken wrist bones had also recovered.

Gently moving her right hand, which was still intact, she silently closed the church door and walked alone along the corridor towards the restaurant.

"Flea?"

Just as she was about to enter, a doubtful voice stopped her from behind.

"Dinner will have to wait a little longer."

The elf girl who was holding on to the doorframe looked back and smiled softly, looking at the young knight who had just walked out of the study: "The stew will be ready soon. If you are hungry, would you like to try Freya's new invention of red wine biscuits?"

"Why?"

Louis was stunned for a moment and saw the girl jumping towards him.

When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting at the dining table, holding a thick pile of old documents, staring blankly at the purple and purple round cakes on the plate, and lying next to him at the table, looking expectantly. My own Freya.

"What's the noise outside the door? Are there any guests?"

While tasting the cookies under the girl's eager gaze, Louis took the opportunity to ask.

The biscuits are very sweet and have a faint aroma of wine, but they are not as slightly sour and bitter as ordinary wine, nor are they as greasy as rum cakes. The attractive aroma is suitable for both a snack to kill time and a staple food.

"It's just a few strangers who went the wrong way and wanted to ask for directions and went into the church to pray." The elf girl, still smiling, picked up the clay pot and carefully poured half a cup of water:

"Flea showed them the way and then asked them to leave...just like the previous times."

Several times before.

The young knight raised his eyebrows inadvertently and looked away from the elf girl.

As a gifted "Sea Knight", even without using the power of blood, his insight and various sensory strengths are still different from ordinary people, otherwise he would not be able to easily dodge incoming bullets.

Of course Freya understood this, but it was precisely because she understood that she had to pretend not to know... The two of them knew each other tacitly, each leaving a small leeway for the other.

"Sailing City seems to be becoming more and more unsafe recently."

With a slight sigh, Louis' expression was a little heavy: "I originally thought that even if the colonial riots would affect this place, it would be at least half a year or even more later... Now it seems that I was too naive."

"That's not the case!" Freya flatly denied:

"It's obviously because the steward is too incompetent and the Clovis people hiding in the dark are too insidious - it's not Louis' fault, not at all!"

Isn't this the same thing? The young knight smiled bitterly in his heart and looked at the elf girl helplessly: "If this is the case, our life may not be as comfortable as it was in the past few months."

"It's not like before..." Freya frowned slightly, showing a somewhat solemn expression:

"Clovis, will they push all the way to Sail City?"

"Sailing City? This probably won't happen. Even if they can defeat Lord Bernard Morweis's army, the long battle front and solid city defense will make them give up this unrealistic idea."

Louis thought carefully, then shook his head: "No, with their current size and strength, the area from Gray Pigeon Castle to Black Reef Port is the limit."

"If I were the commander-in-chief of the Clovis people, I would pretend to set up a defense line around Red Hand Bay, establish a solid logistics base around Wintertorch City, and then start a tug-of-war with the Empire at Black Reef Port - it's up to me to defend or not. Living secondarily, but being able to show strength to the so-called 'Free Confederacy' is an attitude of resolutely fighting to the end."

When talking about military affairs, the young knight's expression immediately became serious, and a strange brilliance bloomed in his pupils: "Even if Black Reef Port falls, several months of fighting will exhaust Bernard's strength, leaving the Confederacy and the Clovis people With nearly half a year of breathing time, we can make full preparations for the expeditionary force in the empire's homeland in the coming year - if the emperor can really make up his mind."

"But if it is held, it will be a huge blow to the empire's confidence and further stimulate the Confederacy's vision of independence; even if Sir Bernard has the ability to reverse the defeat, it is already almost impossible to suppress the rebellion."

Once the unrealistic "dream of nation-building" becomes possible, what terrible determination and ambition it will arouse... He who has witnessed all this in Hantu knows only too well.

Looking at the young knight whose expression became increasingly serious, the rosy-faced elf girl took the opportunity to get closer and stared blankly at his expression.

The rise and fall of the empire, the ownership of the new world, and her own throne... all of this combined, to her, is not as valuable as Louis' expression at the moment.

"What's this?"

Freya suddenly noticed that the parchment in Louis' arms was damaged at the slightly yellowed corners, but it was still brand new inside.

"This... I'm not very clear either." The young knight, who was just chatting, naturally changed the topic:

"When I was cleaning up the reading room, I found it in a locked mezzanine of the bookcase - the lock on the outside showed signs of being picked, so I just removed the lock entirely and found it behind a hidden compartment; from the time point of view, Judging, it may be a legacy from the previous priests here..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A rapid knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

Freya, who was lying on the table, narrowed her eyes slightly, with a hint of sullenness on her cheeks.

Just as she was about to stand up, intending to "persuade" the visitors to leave as she had done several times before, the young knight's palm suddenly pressed her shoulders.

"Wait a minute." Louis said softly:

"Let me go this time."

"well?"

The elf girl looked startled: "But..."

"Don't worry, if they just want to pray, I will persuade them to go back just like you."

The young knight stood up and handed the document in his hand to the elf girl; when he was about to go out, he stopped and looked back with a smile:

"Heat up the stew and wait for me."

First of all, I would like to thank Kai Fengqing for the reward, allowing this book to have its first alliance leader - allowing the empty alliance wall to take off and take the first step!

Then there is still the topic of NPCs and nicknames: there are still a lot of supporting roles for everyone in this volume. Although there is no guarantee that you can survive to the end of the volume - especially the combat type - the important thing is to participate, and you don't have to worry about it. It must be "human", even if it is not an intelligent life animal.

In fact, Kongkong has always wanted to add "ragdoll cats", but he couldn't find a particularly suitable plot - but recently he started to have ideas.

As for the nickname, everyone provided a lot of ideas, and Kong Kong himself also came up with a version that was very suitable for spreading in the empire - keeping it secret for the time being.

Finally, I would like to ask for a rare collection, monthly pass, subscription and reward - but if you don’t subscribe, you probably won’t be able to see this?