I will be crowned king

"If I remember correctly, dear Uncle Joseph, it seemed that the situation was similar when we met in Changhu Town?"

"Oh no, no, no... you remembered wrong, my dear nephew Fabian, there is a little difference between this time and last time."

"For example?"

"For example, I had hot coffee to drink last time."

In the prison of the legion headquarters, Joseph, who was tied to a chair with shackles and ropes, showed a playful smile and teased Fabian, who was sitting opposite.

However, he only judged purely based on the sound, because both eyes were covered by thick linen, and there was a hollow wall with iron bars between them - thanks to Joseph's own reminder, he could not Look directly into the eyes of a black mage.

"Compared with the warm fireplace and scalding coffee, the treatment this time is completely different. I originally thought that the Clovis people would be more kind to their own people, but it seems that I thought too much." Joseph The husband laughed at himself:

"Of course, I guess there must be a sincere reminder from my dear nephew. Otherwise, given your current situation, you wouldn't be able to raise so many resources to deal with a prisoner like me who has no use anymore - don't you think so? , dear Fabian?”

Fabian frowned slightly but didn't say anything.

It was an indescribable feeling to reunite in this way with an uncle whom I had not seen for many years and who had once been close to me.

As a former Guards officer and royal secret agent, it is a basic skill not to reveal true emotions when communicating with negotiation partners; at the same time, as an excellent worker, not to bring life into work is also a rule he has always abided by.

But this time it seems that it can’t be done.

My dear Uncle Joseph, he is like a chess master, eating himself up the moment he opens his mouth, constantly teasing his emotions, and turning the interrogation into a nonsense exchange meeting.

Normally, Fabian would be the first to suggest torture... Physical punishment is not always practical, but it can solve many of the interrogator's tough-talking problems, especially when the harm touches the spirit.

But...across from him was Joseph.

It's not because the relatives are soft-hearted, but because an excellent black mage is too dangerous. Even if he is blindfolded and his mouth is blocked, it is not sure whether the person responsible for the torture will be affected - even if Fabian himself is not With this wall in front of me, I didn't have the courage to talk to Joseph head-on.

He claims that to cast a spell, you need to make eye contact with the opponent, but...who knows?

Just in case, Fabian specially prepared this "special cell" for him - surrounded by walls and only a hollow iron window facing the outside. Food and water were sent into the room through the iron window and special equipment to ensure that he was tied up. He could reach it on the chair, and there was a toilet bucket next to the chair, which was also within reach of his hand.

Even so, he was still worried: every time he met the other party, there were at least three grenadiers outside the room. Once they noticed that they had any abnormal behavior or made some noise, they would lock the door from the outside.

That's not all... Outside the cell is the headquarters prison. During the interrogation, at least one lieutenant colonel officer must be responsible for sitting in the prison, and half an infantry regiment is on standby outside to prevent accidents.

In addition, there are secret doors, passwords, rosters, registers, entry and exit records, confession retellings... and other twenty security methods. When the Whitehall Street police saw it, they had to praise them as worthy of being seniors. The rich content is comparable to that of security guards. textbook.

"You just said 'in the current situation'?"

Suppressing the fluctuation in his heart, Fabian said coldly: "What do you mean, do you know something?"

"It's just a casual comment, don't be so nervous, dear Fabian." Joseph teased as always:

"You have been chasing me for more than ten days, can you relax a little?"

"Yes - provided you tell me any useful information." The deputy commander raised his eyebrows:

"Fireplace, hot coffee, rum, a twelve-course meal... tell me the Cressy family's plan of action, that will satisfy you."

"I said I don't know, how many more times do you want me to repeat it?"

"Repeat until you tell the truth, Uncle Joseph."

"How can you be sure that I am lying?"

"I...just...can."

"...I really wish you could take off the blindfold so I can roll my eyes at you."

Joseph "looked" at Fabian who was persevering, and couldn't help but sigh, and said with great emotion: "You know... when I set out from Beigang, I really never thought that I would have the opportunity to see him again. you."

"In other words, from the moment I got on the ship, I never thought that I would survive until now; I gave all the money to my brother not because I loved my family more, but because I really, really wanted to left."

"Get rid of everything in the past, start a new life in a new world where no one knows me, and live a life that truly belongs to me. That kind of life... is so attractive!"

Like all old men who recall their glorious years, Joseph suddenly became excited, and his slightly trembling body seemed to have regained its former self.

"The first time I took a voyage on a ship, the first time I set foot on a strange land, the first time I dealt with pirates, the first time I came into contact with the power of blood and magic... I started from scratch, starting from scratch, overcoming obstacles and struggling to survive!"

"Dear Fabian, you must understand how attractive this kind of life I am talking about is; don't deny it, I know you absolutely don't like it, but you can definitely understand, understand that kind of transcendence, and that kind of transcendence. What it feels like to be the enemy of the world!”

Facing the excited Joseph, Fabian looked expressionless through the bars and nodded slightly.

Climbing the Dawn Ice Peak, fighting at Eagle Point City, the attack on Carindia Port, the sneak attack on the summit tower, the Great Turn of the Earth, the battle in the Court of Yser, the riot in White Whale Port, the Winter Torch City Incident, the siege of Black Reef Port, and the Sail City Great counterattack...

Not only did he understand it, he also experienced it deeply under the leadership of Anson Bach, a wise boss.

And I hate this life even more!

"It was at that time that I met the Faithless Knights...and the Crecy family behind them." Joseph continued:

"Don't be jealous that I didn't write you a letter. If I dared to have anything to do with you at that time, it wouldn't be helpful to your career or resume. In fact, I already regarded myself as someone who died once. ”

"Really?" Fabian sneered:

"It seems that the 'gift' given to you by the Cressy family is really quite generous."

"Believe it or not, dear Fabian—but until the Stormtroopers arrive in Moby-Dick Harbor, the Cressy family is the only hope for all the immigrants to the West."

Joseph said calmly: "Their plan...or ambition, gives those of us who are poor but unwilling to be ordinary, an unprecedented opportunity."

"What chance do you have to die with a group of second-rate criminals?"

"You can be sarcastic as you want, but even if you disrupt the situation, they are almost successful - and it's easier than expected." Joseph shook his head:

"Originally, they had to consider how to establish effective rule after destroying the empire's power in the new world; but your great boss integrated all the scattered colonies, destroyed the foundation of the empire's rule in the new world, and established it with his own hands. Free Confederacy..."

"Now, they only need to think about how to eliminate you."

Fabian raised his eyebrows: "For example?"

"for example……"

Joseph, who naturally took up the topic, suddenly paused and the corners of his mouth raised involuntarily:

"I don't know either."

In an instant, Fabian felt his heart beat faster and his breathing stagnated for several seconds.

The professional qualities of the former Guards officer made him realize that this was a huge flaw. It was very possible that Joseph could easily control his emotional changes through the slight heartbeat and breathing rate.

So he decisively turned around and left without any warning - now that the initiative had changed, there was no point in continuing this interrogation.

"Be careful, my dear Fabian."

Just when he was about to go out, Joseph suddenly said: "I know that even if I persuade you to leave now, it will probably be of no use, but I still want to remind you - because you are my nephew, I can't just watch you go. Die."

"Leave Beluga Port, leave Ice Dragon Fjord, make up a reason to leave here, go to any other colony to survive the winter, and then..."

"boom--!"

The sound of the heavy iron door stopped the conversation.

Joseph was stunned when he was interrupted, and the words he was about to say were blocked in his mouth; but his face did not show any anger, impatience, or helplessness.

On the contrary...the corners of his slightly trembling mouth rose involuntarily.

He will come back, and will definitely ask himself about this matter again, and dig out even a little bit of information about the relevant people from his mouth.

Joseph was very confident... He had already seen that his nephew was actually very similar to himself. He was far less loyal to his boss than he seemed. He only served him out of helplessness; when the time was right, his life would be saved. It is the first important thing in his heart.

When that day comes, he will come to him, release himself, and escape from this hell with him.

Stay anonymous, overcome obstacles, overcome many difficulties, fight side by side, and then everything starts again.

Exciting adventures, life-and-death battles with former friends and now enemies, life-and-death crises...the glorious days are coming back.

"Yes, he will come back."

Slightly pursed his lips, Joseph murmured to himself.

……………………

Beluga Harbor Council, VIP Suite.

Wilhelm Gottfried, who was carrying a suitcase, walked into the room and looked at the surrounding environment; from the moment he stepped into the parliament, he was shocked by the luxury here.

According to the clerk named Alan Dawn, this was originally a specially expanded guest room to welcome the local finance minister. The level of luxury is comparable to the professor's dormitory at St. Isaac's College in his memory.

"Original wooden floors and marble steps, it seems that the resource endowment of the colony is really the same as the legend, but the processing technology seems to be mainly manual, and there are not many traces of mechanical processing..."

"The building materials are mainly masonry, but a small amount of metal furniture can be seen... so the output of the steel factory in the city is probably not high, and it is basically used to supply the needs of the military factory..."

"Heating pipes? So the colonies have mastered some machining technology. It may have been brought by the army or immigrant mechanics, but the technology is very crude. I am afraid that only a few places can enjoy this technology..."

"The facilities in the room are very luxurious, but there is no desk or anything to read... Well, I guess there is no school here, and they probably don't feel the need for these..."

William was talking to himself as he sat by the bed and packed his luggage; the bed was very soft, and the texture of the real leather blanket and the faint smell of perfume on it reminded him of the history professor who had given him countless help, Mei. S. Honnard.

In William's impression, the professor seemed to have unimaginable wealth, and his daily expenses far exceeded his normal income by more than five times; but he didn't say much, after all, the college professor earned extra money or worked as a solicitor. Investment and the like are nothing new.

Most importantly, he was the only professor who defended himself when he was expelled from the academy.

However, the professor's end seemed not to be good. He died in the Clovis riots at the end of the 100th year of the Saints calendar... This made William very sad; without the information provided and compiled by Professor Mace Honnard, his own understanding of The research speed of runes has slowed down a lot.

It was also from that time that he accidentally became the target of the trial and was misunderstood to be related to the Old God Sect.

If he had the chance, he really wanted to talk to those inquisitors and tell them that he had no time to care about those meaningless mutants. The runes left by Saint Isaac were not out of curiosity and wanting to be a wizard. Something, they have a more important role.

For example... when you are about to encounter risks and crises, issue corresponding warnings in advance.

"Um?"

Feeling the sudden hot touch on his chest, William stretched his right hand into the guide and took out a sterling silver pendant from his neck - three overlapping, hollow ancient runes.

With an expressionless expression, William used two fingers to lift the slightly trembling pendant to the front of his sight; the three overlapping runes began to separate, forming an interactive ring similar to the shape of the "Original Ring" as if dissolved; Among them, the rune representing "time" is melting rapidly, the rune representing "distance" is motionless, and the last "watching" rune is constantly twisting.

The three runes are constantly overlapping and separated, constantly switching between liquid and solid. The cold pure silver seems to be alive at this moment, and the melted liquid does not drip, but rises in the air and is absorbed by the surrounding silver. Devouring, operating in a state that completely violates the normal laws of physics.

William stared at the changing hangings, slowly turned his gaze to the door he had closed, and began to count down in his heart: five, four, three, two...

"Dong dong dong!"

As expected, there was a crisp knock on the door.