I will be crowned king

Sailing City, East Gate.

late at night.

The mist mixed with water vapor filled the narrow alleys, and you could vaguely smell the smell of rotting food mixed with a faint fishy smell, lingering in the cold and biting dew.

Foreign traders, farmers, wealthy colonists, mercenaries preparing to wash their hands in gold basins... Outsiders who want to have a place in this city but are not willing to spend money will regard this place as their first choice, making the neighborhood the second choice. Located in the busiest areas outside the city center and port.

Of course, that was once.

After experiencing the second rebellion, a large area of ​​the city center was razed to the ground by a certain elf girl. Large areas of communities and markets were first looted by rebels, and then one street after another was turned into a sea of ​​​​fire in the war; hundreds of thousands Displaced refugees poured into the still intact East Gate area.

Countless shanties and homeless people quickly turned this once bustling and pleasant community into a huge garbage dump.

Louis, who was helpless, could only speed up the reconstruction of the city... The harsh winter was approaching. If most of the people in Sailing City could not live in heated houses and save enough fuel before October, a blizzard would bring The threat is even greater than that of the local expeditionary force.

Anson held on to the peaked cap on his armrest and was wearing a gray long-sleeved windbreaker, holding a mist pipe in his mouth. He lowered his hands with his hands and hurried forward, like a traveler who was in a hurry to find a place to stay, or a drunkard who was looking for a tavern.

Similar decorations are very common in the Dongchengmen community nowadays. Except for the pipe at the corner of his mouth and the very warm boots on his feet, which attracted some covetousness, they did not attract too many people's attention.

Walking through the maze of shanty towns and narrow streets, following the guidance of Bishop Ruibo in my memory, I quickly found the small church.

Compared with its surroundings, this building with the logo of three overlapping rings looks inconspicuous, and it can easily be ignored as a slightly better-decorated private house; even if ordinary people find out that this is actually a church, they will probably be very disappointed. It is difficult to think of going in and praying.

After glancing at the broken latch, Anson kicked open the iron door outside the courtyard without hesitation and walked straight into the chapel.

Although it looks very inconspicuous from the outside, it is quite exquisite inside: the spacious prayer room can accommodate a dozen to twenty to thirty people, the carpet extends from the entrance to all corridors, and a brass wall lamp can be seen every ten steps .

It's much better than the apartment he rented on Braiman Street... Anson muttered in his heart.

Walking aimlessly into the church along the dark corridor, he stopped in front of a half-open door and looked inside through the flickering firelight of his pipe: neatly arranged bookshelves were piled messily on Newspapers on both sides of the desk and in the corner, an armchair lying in front of the door, a kerosene lamp lying on the ground...

And sitting behind the desk, he was also peeping at himself through the crack in the door.

Anson's pupils shrank suddenly.

This was not because the other party was sitting there silently staring at him like an undead, it was simply because of the other party's appearance, which inexplicably made him feel a bit like...

"Kroger Bernard, right?"

The corners of Phil Cressey's mouth raised slightly, and he was also looking at Anson outside the door: "You are not the first to show such an expression... All those who survived that massacre and were loyal to the Cressey family said that I and He looks almost exactly the same.”

"Every time I think about this, I feel that the Ring of Order, which is known as 'absolute justice', may also have a sense of humor - what do you think?"

"I thought? A real Old God sect is here to discuss with me whether the Ring of Order has any humanity?"

Looking at the figure with his feet on the desk, Anson raised his eyebrows with a playful expression: "A sense of humor... You actually dare to appear in Yangfan City at this time. I think you have a sense of humor."

"Do you think Louis will take care of family ties and not do anything to you, or is the Elf Queen Ysel some kind of soft-hearted being?"

Facing Anson's cynicism, Phil Cressy just snorted softly and rolled his eyes slightly:

"If I remember correctly, this should be the second time the two of us have met..."

"first!"

Before he could finish speaking, Anson directly interrupted and said, "Strictly speaking, at the gold mine, you and I had our backs to each other and we didn't meet..."

"That's the first time." Feier's smile remained unchanged: "This is the first time we 'meet' each other. You actually care about my life and safety so much. I'm really grateful."

"But it is a pity that compared to escaping, it is safer for me to stay in Sailing City - if I dare to approach any city gate or dock, the Elf Queen will blow up to the sky along with the surrounding area."

"However, it seems that Her Majesty the Queen does not want Louis to know my existence, and prefers a low-key 'house arrest'... Only then can we be fortunate enough to meet again and continue our close cooperation."

By the light of the pipe, Anson saw the self-deprecating smile on his lips.

"Cooperation?" Anson snorted coldly:

"Are you referring to the Storm Division leading Bernard's army out of Sailing City at all costs so that you, the Faithless Knights, can seize Sailing City?"

"Click."

There was a crisp trigger sound in the darkness, and Anson's right hand magically appeared with a "dagger" revolver.

Phil Cressy's pupils shrank suddenly.

"of course not!"

Before Anson could continue to speak, he immediately said with a flattering smile: "Securing the "Great Magic Book" for you is the primary goal of the Faithless Knights, and this has never changed! Whether you believe it or not, we have indeed worked hard."

"But... the situation is always better than the person." Feier spread his hands helplessly, and his smile turned into a bitter smile:

"You have also seen the situation. We are no match for the Elf Queen at all - even if we know that the rubbings of the "Great Magic Book" are on Louis Bernard, we can only look back and sigh."

"But now you and he are allies, so if you directly ask him for this precious historical encyclopedia, I believe that the heir to the Bernard family, who has always been kind and generous, will never refuse..."

"Cut the nonsense."

Anson interrupted coldly again: "If you dare to tell Bishop Ribo about Ed Levent's death, there must be a very good reason why I won't do anything to you."

"Otherwise, there is no need for Her Majesty the Elf Queen. The 20,000 troops of the Confederacy and Storm Division in the city will be more than happy to crush you and your friends to ashes!"

"I'm convinced of that!"

The corners of Feier's mouth were raised, almost reaching the level of his ears.

He quickly put down his feet on the table, sat up straight behind the desk, and said word by word with a serious expression: "First of all, although I said this, I don't know the specific situation - I found this The person who revealed the truth is the leader of the Faithless Knights, Ian Clemens.”

"If you still have memories, you should remember that I sent him to stay at Beluga Port, and as you requested, he was not allowed to leave the colony for even half a step; therefore, I learned the information about the whole matter in a way similar to a letter."

"similar?"

Anson kicked the armchair on the floor upright and slowly sat down with a meaningful expression.

"The Cressy family is a family with a long history. It has some secret technologies that outsiders don't have...I can only reveal so much for the time being." Feier stroked his chest and nodded, apologizing:

"As for why I told Bishop Ruibo about this matter, besides using his mouth to invite you, the more important thing is the importance of this matter, and it has indeed reached the point where it needs to be taken seriously."

"I know this must be an ulterior motive or an exaggeration on your part...but the fact is that the entire New World colony is standing on the precipice, and the distance between danger and us is much closer than we imagined. "

"In Beluga Port, you used the contradiction between the colonists and the indigenous people to eliminate the enemies who opposed the Luen family and the Stormtroopers; but in fact, your attitude towards those beast slaves has always been very tolerant. Phil Cressy said in a deep voice:

"But because of your tolerance, I believe you must have encountered a similar situation... In order not to reveal the secret, those beast slaves who are usually so docile as to be indescribable in words would rather smash their own heads."

"Others, however, will regard the 'Egg of the Evil God' forced to be implanted into their bodies by the caster as a supreme honor, allowing out-of-control forces to invade their bodies and turn them into near-immortal monsters."

"Compared with us 'Old Gods', they are more like 'fanatic believers' who have a firm belief in the Ring of Order; they can usually grovel and be more obedient than the most docile animals; but as long as it involves the 'Three True Gods' ', 'Land of Rest'..."

"I don't think even the word 'fearless' is enough to describe their dedication."

There was a bit of emotion in Phil Cressy's words.

"How long are you going to keep talking nonsense?"

Anson, who couldn't feel the deep meaning of his words at all, said coldly, and the raised gun was ready to hit the word "impatient" directly through the head of the bastard in front of him.

"Why do they have to kill Sir Ed Levent?" Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Feier asked calmly:

"The Old Gods of the Land of Rest have no grievances against this poor gentleman. This is the first time he has come to the New World in his life - and he is still a prisoner. The indigenous Old Gods should not even know him. .”

"If the death of someone must be used to frighten the colonists of Beluga Harbor, Sir William Cecil, Miss Polina Frey, or even... With all due respect, Miss Thalia Rune and you, And the officers of the Storm Division, aren’t they better candidates?”

"Ian Clemens, my most trusted leader of the Faithless Knights, gave a creepy but very possible answer." Feier's expression gradually became playful:

"That's the Aboriginal Old God Sect, and they don't know anything about us - otherwise, there's no way to explain why they would take advantage of the contradiction between the Empire and Clovis."

"If that's the case, they should have hung Ed Levent's body in the port of Beluga Harbor instead of hiding it in the cabin." Anson said coldly.

Although he actually agreed with the other party's point of view, Anson had to object for the sake of opposition simply out of distrust of this ally who clearly had ulterior motives.

"I said, this is only one of the possibilities."

Feier didn't take it seriously and smiled slyly: "And this possibility also provides an opportunity for us and you to cooperate again."

"In order to obtain notice of the Free Confederacy...or the entire New World Colony, and be prepared for the empire's counterattack, you need a relatively stable and peaceful environment; even if the beast slaves or the indigenous Old Gods sect initiate a riot, you must The impact is going to be limited to areas where it won’t affect the majority of people.”

"To do this, in addition to being powerful enough to confront the caster, you also need sufficient intelligence to be able to nip the enemy in the bud before they act, or to uproot it at the minimum cost." Feir said with both hands. Once spread out, he slowly lifted it up with his palms:

"Strength, intelligence...the Faithless Knights are both."

Anson snorted disdainfully.

"That's right... even if the entire Faithless Knights were added together, they are not as good as one finger of a certain Elf Queen." Feier was completely unfazed:

"But to eradicate the old god sect in the new world, absolute strength alone is not enough - not to mention that the opponent does not have terrifying top combat power."

Feier paused deliberately and looked at Anson with burning eyes: "I heard that when you arrived at White Whale Port, you encountered a rare big storm... You must have understood the power of the Lord of the Abyss."

"In addition, although the Faithless Knights are not a large-scale organization, they have been established in the New World for a hundred years. Their influence is spread across thirteen large colonies and even many small settlements. They can provide you with information about the old and new world. The most timely news from God." Feier picked up a newspaper on the table:

"Through certain channels, I know that you have contact with the truth, and even obtained a lot of important information through them - can you guess who they borrowed the 'information network' in their hands from? "

Anson said nothing and watched his performance quietly.

"so……"

Feier pursed his lips and talked to himself for a long time, which made him somewhat embarrassed:

"I wonder if I and the Faithless Knights still have a chance to continue serving the distinguished Commander-in-Chief of the Garrison Corps?"

Facing his timid gaze, Anson paused for a long time with a faint smile, and then slowly raised the index finger of his right hand:

"One piece."

"One thing..." Feier's throat twitched and his eyes widened:

"What?"

"Intelligence." Anson stood up and looked down at him lying on the table: "Tell me some useful information and I will believe you."

"Otherwise, I will shoot now and attract all the patrolling soldiers here; just wait to cause a commotion and be blown up to the sky by Her Majesty Freya I!"

Obviously, this is a multiple-choice question with no choice.

So Fair decisively gave the answer: "To the northwest of Sail City, beyond the dense forest, there is a small village with less than 200 people."

"The Old God Sect of the indigenous people controls the place and uses it to monitor every move of Sail City."

Update in advance, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival

Kong Kong is going to be happy~