I will be crowned king

If there was anything Ansem was truly "afraid" of, it was probably explaining things to Thalia August Rune.

This is not that Thalia is a girl who likes to be messy and unreasonable - that is actually quite simple. After coming into contact with a certain Miss Franz, Anson has quite a lot of experience in this area - it is better to say that she is harmonious. Compared to most people, she is definitely the considerate type.

Don't get me wrong, this sentence is absolutely literal; the problem is that when she looks at you, she must treat you as a human being. As for herself... it is very difficult to say.

In the eyes of the Rune family, the only difference between humans and gorillas or poultry is probably "the ability to communicate"; considering that blood mages can easily master the "language" of other creatures in the evolutionary stage, even this unique feature can be avoided .

That loving expression, gentle eyes... Anson always feels numb every time he thinks that he is probably no different from a pet cat in her eyes.

The situation this time was no different. The girl ignored the chief of staff who was desperate to escape, and listened quietly to Anson, who had not slept for two days and two nights, talking indiscriminately and ramblingly, without interrupting once during the whole process. .

In the middle of the trip, they even thoughtfully prepared some nerve-soothing mulled wine, which completely relaxed Anson, who had been tense for dozens of hours.

Thalia did not show even a trace of jealousy towards Miss Franz's concern, and her generosity even made Anson feel a little unusual; but his already somewhat confused thoughts and extreme exhaustion made it impossible for him to think. So many.

Soon, he felt that the picture in front of him began to blur. The exquisite living room, the blazing fireplace and the girl on the sofa all turned into a mixture of several colors, and became increasingly bleak, eventually sinking into darkness completely.

Before he knew it, Anson had fallen into a deep sleep.

In his dream, a series of broken images kept flooding into his mind: He once again saw the towering mountain peak covered by the snowstorm. White snowflakes were flying all over the sky like raindrops, forming invisible barriers around the mountain peak.

Immediately following the second flashback, a luxurious four-wheeled carriage appeared in the middle of the snow-covered Sifang Avenue, speeding towards the towering mountain tops; behind the rapidly rotating wheels, the ruts and roads disappeared in the blizzard. Without a trace.

The picture shattered again, and a majestic city on a mountain emerged from the endless darkness.

Tall towers, city walls stretching like mountains, pure white and golden bricks, magnificent and complicated carvings... The raging snowstorm suddenly stopped at this moment, and the huge city came into view without warning, standing on the top of the mountain. .

Silently, Anson, immersed in his dream, entered his fourth flashback... It was a magnificent, twisted palace, standing in the center of the city like a bell tower, overlooking everything.

And this bell tower, which is made of countless runes, gems, bricks, and metals... made of red, black, and blue colors, is like three giant snakes entwined with each other, and it is always turning in an incomprehensible way. .

From this moment on, the flashback speed of the scene begins to accelerate.

Anson first saw a spacious library surrounding a huge gemstone eyeball; countless bookshelves, long tables, rooms and stairs of different shapes, forming a maze-like space; wearing a black or purple cloak, holding a sterling silver The figure of the candlestick shuttled among them, and from time to time there would be shrill screams. Only the shabby cloak, extinguished candles and blood-stained books were left in the place.

The picture suddenly became shaken. A dozen figures with different looks, who could not even be called "human", were having a heated debate around a round table in a dimly lit room; some were blushing, or looking around, or Hengmei sneered...

Whenever one party loses, a huge six-pointed star will appear under the round table. The defeated debaters' eyes widen in despair, being burned by ice and snow, drowned by flames, having their throats torn out by their own hands, and their eyes gouged out. …until it turns into coke, ice, ashes and broken corpses, falls into the hexagram and disappears.

Soon, another group of debaters came out of the darkness and sat down in front of the round table, and another round of debate began.

The shaking of the picture began to speed up... A magnificent classical palace emerged; figures dressed elegantly and luxuriously were either sitting on thrones inlaid with gold and silver, or lying on soft velvet; countless men and women in scantily clad clothing Waiters shuttled around the palace, serving delicious meat and dark red hot drinks.

The violently shaking picture hangs low, focusing on the wine glass in front of it; in the hot and still bubbling hot drink, a milky white solid suddenly appears; at first it looks very much like some kind of snack like jelly beans, But as it gradually rolled, especially after the rest of the parts were exposed, it got closer and closer to a...

teeth.

Human teeth.

boom--

The picture shattered, and Anson's consciousness completely fell into darkness.

………………

Beluga Harbor DC District, Good Samaritan Hotel.

This is a hotel that has just opened less than two months ago. The owner is a reporter from a large farm outside Beluga Harbor. He earns a little income by raising animal slaves and working hard enough; but two months ago, this hotel The hotel was originally a "stronghold" of the farm in the city.

Since more and more investors and colonists came to Beluga Port at the beginning of the year, the talker had an idea and converted the "stronghold" into a hotel to earn extra money for the farm in the city - by the way An excuse to let my daughter who always clamored to live in the city get her wish.

There are not a few "locals" who do this... As the population increases, accommodation in the city becomes increasingly tight. Many shops will rent their lofts to some new colonists; even churches must be open at night. , light the fireplace in the hall, and provide a bench for believers who have nowhere to stay to stay and sleep.

The hotel is not spacious, and the facilities are very simple. There is only one living room, three public toilets and one bathroom. Each room can only accommodate beds and simple luggage; but it is warm and affordable, and there is a smart person. The capable hotel owner, his skilled wife and his diligent little daughter keep the hotel always full.

In order to relieve the manpower pressure, the boss also called a young man from his farm to help... He knew that this boy had always liked his daughter, and planned to "create opportunities" for them nearby.

Now... they'll never get a chance.

The desperate boss knelt on the bed, and the account book he usually carried with him penetrated his heart, from his back to his chest; his head turned 180 degrees and looked at the ceiling, and his little daughter hanging on the ceiling.

The delicate girl's eyes were dull, and it seemed that she didn't understand what happened until the moment she died; her bloody neck was stuck on the metal support of the chandelier, and she pulled her shaky limbs precariously, and fell down "tick-tock-tock" The blood turned into dark red streams on the wooden floor, outlining strange patterns.

At the end of the stream was her mother, a middle-aged woman in an apron with a miserable expression, dragging her internal organs and intestines that had been split open and exposed, staggering towards the door, leaving deep blood stains; she tried her best The arm raised at the last moment is forever frozen before touching the door handle.

But even if she was still alive, it would be impossible to open the door... The angry-eyed young man stood outside the door, his right hand firmly holding the door handle and his body leaning on the stair railing forming a perfect fulcrum balance. The two daggers that pinned him to the wall successfully turned the room into a secret room that could not be opened.

Gently pushing the young man's body away, Ian Clemens and two former members of the Faithless Knights walked into the room. They stood a few steps away from the body and looked at everything in front of them with different expressions. .

Derek took a breath and frowned subconsciously: "Are we late?"

"On the contrary, we came at just the right time."

Staring at the innocent girl on the chandelier, Sir Carno shook his head: "The other party knows very well that this is one of our strongholds, and also knows that we will gather at the stronghold at this time."

"They rushed to commit the crime before this time, and left just before we found their breath... Judging from the degree of blood coagulation, it should have been half an hour ago... So, it was just right."

The Wild Hunt Knight was confused by his companion's explanation. He thought carefully for a long time before saying, "You mean, they know us?"

"That's not necessarily the case."

"Oh, what do you say?"

"Dear Derek, with your memory, I don't think you can recognize all the members of the entire Knights." Carno looked at him sincerely:

"I think you'd know at most two-thirds...or three...including yourself."

Derek: "..."

The Wild Hunt Knight, whose mouth twitched, took a deep breath, glanced at Ian Clemens who was still looking for something next to him, resisted a certain impulse and lowered his voice: "I'm sorry, but I don't think my memory is good. It’s so bad!”

"Really?" Sir Carno's face remained unchanged: "Dear Second Knight Commander, please name a few members of the Knights."

"I……"

"Oh, I almost forgot, those who have died are not included."

"...You are really mean."

While the two were still arguing, Ian Clemens stood up suddenly and left.

"Wait, just leave like this?"

Derek stopped him quickly and looked at the former leader of the Knights in surprise: "This is a lot of lives. It won't take long for the soldiers of the Storm Division to discover this place!"

Although Carno did not step forward to stop him, he looked sideways with questions in his eyes.

Ian raised his head expressionlessly and looked at his two companions: "So?"

"So..." Derek was so speechless that he almost couldn't speak. He paused for a long time before speaking:

"So...should we take the lead and tell Anson Bach the situation to avoid being suspected by him? Or should we quickly see if there is anything harmful to us and take it away as soon as possible to avoid being discovered by his people, right?" !”

He stared at Ian Clemens with confusion written all over his face.

The former knight leader was silent for a few seconds, and then silently raised two fingers:

"First of all, there is nothing detrimental to us here; on the contrary, the longer we stay here, the more dangerous it becomes; because our current identities are the president of the Harold Foundation, Harold's widow, and a certain foundation. member; being discovered by Stormtroopers at the crime scene will definitely cause a commotion."

"Secondly, the situation this time is slightly different from before; on the contrary, it is more beneficial to us to let Anson Bach discover it by himself."

"...How do you say it?" Derek asked blankly.

Ian sighed, gently patted his companion's hand on his shoulder, walked to the body of the innkeeper, took out the account book from the bloody hole behind his back, and opened it to the two of them.

The two of them turned around at the same time and saw a short sentence outlined in plasma printed on the dark yellow account book:

"Traitors, here we come!"

……………………

Rune Mansion, early morning.

The sleeping Anson suddenly opened his eyes. He climbed up on the bed and spent ten minutes checking repeatedly before finally confirming that he had escaped from the dream and returned to the real world.

Holding his head in pain that was about to explode, Anson still had some dream memories left in his mind. Wearing a nightgown, Anson staggered from the bedroom to the living room and made himself a pot of hot coffee; no sugar or milk was added. Let the hot and rich black liquid enter the throat alone.

Ten minutes later, the pain finally subsided a little.

Anson breathed a sigh of relief and immediately began to recall his dreams last night and the last remaining memories before falling asleep.

First of all, it can be determined that Thalia should have added something to that glass of mulled wine. Otherwise, she, who has been used to staying up late during the march all year round, would fall asleep so quickly. Of course, it may also have something to do with her health. After all, she will be twenty soon. Five years old, no longer young.

The content of the dream is probably still related to the "Land of Rest", but it is different from before. The extremely weird city and the various scenes in the city are something I have never seen before; and combined with the previous experience from Nolu In the picture Lana saw, the Land of Rest should be a huge ruin filled with ashes, not a majestic city on the top of a mountain.

Not to mention the city, there is nothing on the ground except the six-pointed star.

Could it be that the scene he saw was what the resting land once looked like? But according to various opinions, this should be the tomb of the three old gods, so how could there be a city?

Just when he was puzzled, Alan Dawn suddenly walked into the room, holding a tray with breakfast in his hand.

He gently placed the tray on the coffee table next to him. After confirming that Anson had seen him, he stepped forward and said in a calm voice:

"Lord Anson, His Excellency Reinhard Roland invites you to visit him at his residence to discuss banking business in the New World."

Update is late, sorry~