I will be crowned king

Under the dark night, the cold moonlight illuminated the lonely forest settlement, the towering Baker Mansion, and the stunned faces of Anson and Fehr.

For a long time, Anson has gradually gained a basic understanding and reference of the magic of the three old gods or the blood power of the seven knights. With the constant battles with enemies, coupled with the sincere teachings and guidance of the "Black Mage" mentor, Anson Thalia's "question-clearing" supplement, these powerful powers can no longer make him feel any mystery.

Referring to the Lord of the Abyss who he had dealt with before - to be precise, it was not even considered a spectator, he just listened to Thalia's dictation - he always felt that no matter how powerful the spellcasters in the New World were, they were at most about the same as Thalia. level (of course that is already terrifying).

As for the spell caster who occupied and controlled this settlement, it was most likely a black mage or curse mage whose strength was comparable to that of his mentor.

But now...he found that he was still superficial.

The moment the fireball disappeared, I couldn't even determine what happened. Why didn't I feel even a trace of magic reaction? Did Baker use curse magic or black magic? What was the meaning of the prayer he recited before casting the spell...

Nothing at all.

Anson was completely frozen in place, looking at the clear night sky outside the window and the silver moon that was the same as before.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A heavy knock on the door broke the dead silence in the guest room.

Anson suddenly woke up and found that his palms were covered with cold sweat and his back was completely soaked.

He turned his head and found that Phil Cressy also had a shocked look on his face. He was completely defenseless from head to toe, and he was completely unaware even if he looked into his own eyes.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The knock on the door rang again. Looking at Feier who was completely stunned, Anson had no choice but to walk to the door alone. At the same time, he took out the mist pipe from his arms and held it in his mouth. At the same time, he pressed the handle of the "dagger" on his waist with his left hand. .

Holding the door handle with sweaty palms, countless information and images reappeared in his mind one by one:

There are three [Hunting] in the revolver magazine, one [Rising Fire] and an empty magazine used to deceive the enemy; first, [Mist of the Undead] avoids the door-to-door kill, and two [Hunting] shots are combined with [Smoke]. [Entertainer] fights with the enemy, [Smoke Man] increases the fault tolerance space, and draws out the enemy's weaknesses with a short shot, [Rising Fire] creates favorable terrain, and at the same time strengthens [Hunting] to achieve a sure kill...

In addition, there are two alternative plans, an emergency plan and an escape plan, including but not limited to using Phil Cressy behind him as a human shield and pretending to surrender to the opponent.

Of course, maybe all these preparations are meaningless. Maybe the moment he opens the door, he will be wiped out like the fireball, leaving no trace of his appearance.

But he opened the door anyway.

"Your Excellency Ludwig (Anson), please excuse me."

Nora, who appeared in the corridor behind the door, said expressionlessly, patting the shoulder of Lisa who had already changed into pajamas and was yawning beside her:

"Follow father's order and send Miss Sophia (Lisa) back."

"Ah, thank you..."

"Good night."

Before Anson could finish speaking, Nora, who had quietly snatched the words, said goodbye directly, turned around and left, walking through the corridor without saying a word, and returned to her room.

When he came to his senses, he only heard the sound of the other party locking the door.

"This... is too cautious. Is it necessary?"

Anson shook his head, helped the already sleepy girl back to the room - and then locked the door from the inside as well.

After all, it is unclear whether the Baker family as hosts have malicious intentions. These guests are indeed up to no good.

Just when he turned around and was about to take the girl to bed, she was already sitting on the edge of the bed at some point, staring at him with a serious face.

"Lisa?"

"Shh-"

The girl quickly covered Anson's mouth and put her right index finger in front of her lips in a "silence" gesture. Her big eyes did not forget to look at Feir next to her.

After repeatedly confirming that someone had completely lost consciousness, she turned back and lowered her voice and whispered: "Lisa, Lisa discovered something special!"

"oh?"

Anson deliberately showed an expression of surprise: "What did you find?"

This reaction greatly inspired Chief Sheriff Lisa to be proud, and she carefully leaned into his ear: "Anson, Anson, does Anson still remember the feast at dinner?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"Those dishes, like red wine stew, icing triangle buns, cream cake, blueberry pie...Gulu..." The girl swallowed her saliva:

"Lulu and his family prepared so many delicious foods, but when Lisa went there, she found that there was no one in the kitchen - yes, not even one person!"

nobody?

Anson frowned slightly... To be honest, he had been a little curious about that dinner: "Maybe Mrs. Camille is a good cook?"

The girl immediately shook her head vigorously: "Lulu's mother doesn't know how to cook at all. Lisa saw with her own eyes that she took the food out of the cabinet, poured it into the soup pot, then put it on the plate and brought it out again - cooking with sister Talia. It’s completely different!”

By the way, she also learned cooking from Talia for a while... The girl's words immediately brought back Anson's memories, although they were nightmare memories.

So all the food was prepared in advance?

It’s unlikely... Based on the time when I arrived at the settlement, unless they had prepared to "invite" the three of them in advance, there is no need to prepare so much food... Or the Baker family usually has very rich meals, and what they entertained me is just normal." The scale of "family banquet", or...wait a minute!

Anson turned around sharply: "Fair Cressey!"

"Um?!"

"Do you still remember which bottle of wine you took out from the wine cabinet earlier?"

The young head of the Cressy family woke up, and then showed an expression similar to Anson's.

A minute later, Feir's expression turned extremely ugly when he saw the same black rum as before.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a bottle of wine."

Anson said with relief in an understatement. If he was frightened before, he can calm down now: "In a sense, this is actually good news."

He was deliberately vague, but as the head of the Crecy family, Anson didn't think that Feier wouldn't understand what he meant.

"You mean that 'Mr. Baker' is a powerful conjurer, and we are within his casting range - although it is dangerous, it is better than him being a black mage who has completely brainwashed us and dragged us into the illusion, right? What?"

Fair did not disappoint Anson and gave an answer generously, but at the same time he also raised a question: "The premise for a cursed mage to distort reality must be a reference - I don't think an indigenous spellcaster can Conjure up an Empire-style marble sculpture, or a lemon pie that’s rare to see in this country!”

"Maybe, maybe there is another possibility." Anson said meaningfully: "As long as it is within the casting range, the conjurer does not necessarily have to 'see it with his own eyes' in order to distort reality."

"You mean..." Feier seemed to have thought of something.

"The caster may not be Baker, or even just one person."

Anson looked at the moon outside the window and quickly glanced at the closed door: "Do you remember what he did before he left?"

Feir nodded: "He sent Mrs. Camille away in advance to pray in the prayer room on the ground floor of the mansion, and asked Nora to find Miss Lulu to deal with the sudden fireball alone."

"Perhaps Mrs. Camille is the real caster, and Baker only assists her or is just responsible for acting... After all, a female lord will look very abrupt and more likely to arouse the vigilance of the outside world."

Anson nodded slightly. He had doubted this. After all, she was the one who discovered her when they went out. She even happened to be blocking the door with a candlestick in her hand.

Combined with the timing and reaction of Baker coming out of the room later, it seems that Mrs. Camille did not leave the room temporarily because of something, but was always outside.

"There is another possibility - she is not going to pray, but to prevent us from going downstairs and leaving the mansion through the main entrance." Anson said solemnly:

"Perhaps it was not a 'coincidence' that we bumped into Mrs. Camille when we went out, but she was always holding a candlestick and patrolling the corridor on the second floor."

"Even... the whole time, standing outside our door."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them raised their heads at the same time and looked at the closed door.

Mrs. Camille, who seemed expressionless, was holding a silver candlestick, standing motionless in the dark corridor, staring in the direction of the guest room.

"Then why did she do this—just to stop you from going to the third floor?"

As if he suddenly felt a little cold, Feier tugged on his collar: "If that's the case, why did you let Mrs. Camille go to the first floor later?"

"I just think it's possible, not to mention that he had asked Nora to protect Lulu at that time, which effectively eliminated the possibility of us going to the third floor."

Having said this, Anson turned to look at the Chief Sheriff who also had a serious face: "Lisa, what did Miss Lulu tell you?"

The girl in question was startled for a moment, stared at Feier warily, and then began to recall seriously:

"I didn't say anything. We have been playing in Lulu's room; Lulu's room is so big, with lots of snacks and toys. We always play 'family games' with Lisa."

"Lulu has several very large house toys and dolls, more and bigger than those in Sister Talia's house; Oh, Lulu also keeps asking Lisa where she is from and what her family is like - Lisa I didn’t even ask her a few times.”

Feier came up curiously: "Then what was your answer?"

"Of course you can answer as much as you know." The girl said matter-of-factly:

"Lisa's name is Sophia. She is very, very rich. She has big houses in and outside Clovis. Her brother is Ludwig, her sister is Thalia, her father is Luen, and her grandfather is Luther."

Anson Bach: "..."

For some reason, this extremely weird mix and match setting sounded extremely scary, but it made Anson feel more and more emotional the more he thought about it.

Feir on the side couldn't understand the reason at all. He was a little confused as he watched Anson's face that seemed to have autonomous consciousness constantly changing expressions.

He had no choice but to turn his gaze to Lisa again and asked, "What happened next?"

"later……"

The girl glanced at Anson and continued after receiving tacit approval: "Later, footsteps were heard outside the door. Lulu said it might be Anson, so she asked Lisa to go out and wait; it turned out that it was Nora who came up, and Lisa Just came back."

Um?

Anson and Feier looked at each other quickly, and after seeing that the other person was as surprised as themselves, they asked:

"You only heard footsteps?"

"Hmm...yeah!"

"What about other sounds, such as...female screams?"

"did not hear."

"No movement at all?"

"No, it was quiet outside until Nola's footsteps." The girl confirmed very firmly.

Only the sound of footsteps was heard... indicating that the third floor was probably within the scope of some kind of barrier or barrier. Otherwise, the short staircase plus the door panel would not have been able to stop Mrs. Camille's scream, which could have penetrated the entire mansion.

The best evidence is that Nora came out after she screamed - although this is also questionable.

"Wait a minute...Miss Lisa, you just said you heard footsteps, and then Miss Lulu asked you to go outside to wait for Mr. Anson, and then it was Nora who walked up, right?!"

Fehr suddenly said: "In other words, Nora did not enter the room to meet Miss Lulu at that time. You met the two of them separately. Am I right?!"

Facing the questioning, the girl recalled carefully for half a minute, and then nodded heavily:

"Yes, that's right!"

Looking at Fei Er gasping for air, Anson's heart trembled: "What's wrong?"

"I...I seem to finally understand." Feier's throat twitched, and his expression suddenly became extremely frightened:

"I see... No wonder the three members of the Baker family were trying their best to prevent you from going to the room on the third floor, because..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Feier's eyes suddenly widened, and he held his head tightly with his hands that suddenly twitched. His fingers even pierced his scalp with force, and dark red blood overflowed directly along his blond hair.

"Hey, Phil..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Before Anson could ask, the shrill screams directly pierced his eardrums; the wailing Feier suddenly raised his head as if out of control, his eyes full of scarlet.

"Blood magic...the engraving...the engraving started...began to get out of control!"

Out of control? !

Anson, who was nervous, immediately protected Lisa behind him, his expression extremely ugly.

All human spellcasters in the old world, except for "family inheritance" like Thalia, all completed the transition from ordinary people to spellcasters through rituals, and engraved the emblems of the three old gods on their hearts - so as long as they explode Heart, ordinary spell casters will definitely die.

But the engraving will be out of control. How can this kind of thing... huh? !

Anson, who looked extremely ugly, had a memory in his mind:

"...In this forest, there is a very strange plant growing..."

"...The brewed tea soup not only wakes you up and refreshes you, but also removes toxins from the body and improves sleep..."

"...to remove...toxins from the body..."

happy National Day!