I will be crowned king

Accompanied by the closed door and the distant footsteps, the cozy living room gradually fell into dead silence; only the burning charcoal in the fireplace made an unsettling sound.

Am I… affected?

The stunned Anson couldn't help but shudder, and he almost dropped the still-hot coffee cup, but the hot water splashing on the back of his hand only made him wake up slightly, and he couldn't get over the shock.

He was not just simply surprised by the fact that he was affected, but also found it difficult to understand that the other party could actually do something even though he had completely "hidden" the power of magic and blood without even using "powers". aware.

As for William Gottfried, he has absolutely no aura of a spellcaster or a gifted person!

If so, how did he find out?

Runes?

Well, assuming this is true, then as a detection method, even if there is no reaction on his body, there will be no traces left when he "uses the runes".

Or is this ability really that magical? It can evade all detection methods and complete... what is that... communication process without anyone noticing?

If it is true, then the trial court's decision to arrest him is not unjust at all; plus this man's habit of saying whatever he wants without caring at all about the opinions and views of the people around him is simply a walking machine of hatred and attraction. .

With his mind in a mess, Anson slowly sat back in his chair, placed the coffee cup on the coffee table, gradually calmed down his restless mood, and forced himself to calm down.

As for the "abnormality" or strange dreams he mentioned, Anson had certainly noticed it for a long time... From the first day when Thalia brought Nolula to Beluga Port, he used her to "see" those weird things. After the indescribable scene, similar nightmares appeared intermittently.

At first, he thought it was because he cared too much about the Old Gods in the Land of Rest, and the threat from the Cressy family had never stopped, so he thought about it day and night; but as these dreams became clearer and clearer, even in the He could still remember it clearly long after he woke up. Even if he didn't take it seriously, Anson started to become alert.

If William had not appeared, this state would have lasted for a long time... He could vaguely guess in his heart that this must have something to do with Thalia, but with the current relationship between the two parties, his "dear fiancée" had no reason to deliberately hurt himself. It is for some inexplicable reason that cannot be explained straightforwardly.

But now that he was exposed by the other party, Anson could no longer remain silent no matter how patient he was.

According to him, to achieve this level of interference, it must be through some kind of medium, and it cannot be too far away, especially in terms of diet... Diet... Thalia cannot buy groceries in person, so... drinks!

In the deathly silent living room, Anson, who looked stiff, took a deep breath, picked up the coffee cup, put it in front of him and looked at it.

The dark, mellow liquid has a faint fragrance. Just by looking at it with your eyes and smelling it with your nose, it is not difficult to guess its quality - these are coffee beans specially purchased from Hantu by the merchants of the Luen family.

Coffee, rum, red wine... I don't eat at home most of the time every day, and even if I do, I rarely eat the same. Tobacco comes from army supplies and I don't pick much.

If Thalia really wants to take action, drink is the best medium.

Silently placing the coffee cup back on the coffee table, Anson, expressionless, slowly raised his right hand. The fake wound left by the [Wound Canvas] on his shoulder had long since disappeared.

"Snapped!"

The moment the finger snap sounds, the "superpower" spreads out around itself with itself as the center.

For him, accurately deploying "superpowers" was still a big expense, but as the intensity of the curse continues to deepen and he touches the edge of the blasphemous mage, he can now control the range of his spells as he pleases. The range and accuracy of manipulating abilities can even directly block some content that you don’t care about.

Sitting in the chair, it was as if his consciousness had left his body, and he was walking through the spacious Luen Mansion, carefully examining every room, every corner, and every trace, not missing even the slightest abnormality.

And suddenly, he found a pale figure appearing behind him out of nowhere.

Nolula? !

The thin girl with a bloodless face and pale to translucent skin was standing motionless in the room behind her, not making any sound, just staring straight at the door.

With her scarlet eyes, glowing with illusory and indescribable brilliance!

Anson stood up decisively without any hesitation, rushed to the door as fast as he could, grabbed the door handle with force, and then yanked hard.

"boom!"

The closed door opened in response, and Nolula, who was still standing there, raised her head expressionlessly and looked into the eyes of the astonished Ansen.

"Why...are you here?"

Panting slightly, Anson said in a very confusing tone.

In his impression, the evil girl whose strength had been drained by Thalia was no different from a doll; without the vitality injected into her by Thalia, she would not even be able to open her eyes.

How could he get up from the bed, run to the next room and check himself out - and not make any sound!

Nolula didn't answer or make any expression, she just stared at him silently.

Ansen suddenly realized something and asked tentatively:

"Did Thalia ask you to do this - nod if so, shake your head if not."

This time she finally reacted... The pale evil girl paused for a while, trying to control her cervical spine like a doll, shaking her head up and down.

The amplitude is so large that it gives people the illusion that it may "fall" in the next second.

Very good, it seems that she does not have the ability to hide, or that Talia is not prepared to hide, then the matter will be easier to handle... Anson, who was confident in his heart, breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask the second question:

"Is the purpose of her asking you to do this to strengthen the connection between me and curse magic so that I can break through the barrier and become a blasphemous mage?"

If I remember correctly, I had discussed related topics with Thalia; if you want to completely solve the trouble caused by the spellcasters in the Land of Rest, becoming a blasphemous mage is the easiest way.

Of course, there are also strong side effects - one hundred percent will be targeted by the Tribunal and the Church, and once exposed, the consequences will be disastrous.

This time Nolula did not give an answer immediately. After a few seconds of pause, she nodded first, and then shook her head vigorously.

Well, what does this mean?

Anson raised his eyebrows... Assuming that Nolula's answers follow the order, that means that she is indeed thinking of ways to strengthen her connection with curse magic, but it has nothing to do with becoming a blasphemous mage?

If that's the case, what does it have to do with - the Old Gods of the Land of Rest?

Speaking of which, so far, I have not had much contact with these old god sects. Apart from the attack by the Lord of the Abyss, the eggs of the evil gods in the big warehouse incident, and the village where Noulula is located, there is nothing else; even strictly speaking He said that he had never had any direct contact with them.

Based on rational judgment, Anson certainly knew that this was because of the other party's code of conduct, otherwise it would not be the Crecy family's turn to dominate the colony; but perhaps because of the Rune family, he always felt that as long as he left this matter to Tully Ya can solve it, and he only needs to deal with the affairs of the Cressy family and the empire's counterattack.

But judging from the current situation, maybe I really overestimated things.

Are the remnants of the Knights who are constantly pouring into Beluga Port from various colonies trying to assassinate themselves and destroy the rule of the Storm Legion, really just out of loyalty to the Crecy family?

You must know that although the Cressey family still has roots in the colonies, at this moment when the morale of the Free Confederacy is at its peak and the Storm Legion is secretly controlling the overall situation, even if you want to take revenge, you should hide behind the scenes first, secretly accumulate strength, and wait for a better future. The timing...for example, when the empire strikes back, wouldn't it be better to take the opportunity to retaliate.

If they appear one by one at this time, apart from causing a little trouble for themselves and causing some minor commotion, how much threat can they pose?

Obviously it cannot, and it will only further consume the little vitality of the Cressy family, and the power that was originally enough to force them to make concessions and negotiate will be dissolved and disintegrated bit by bit in the continuous small frictions.

No matter how stupid Phil Cressey was, he shouldn't have made such a mindless decision.

But...what if it wasn't his decision?

The plan to usurp Sailing City failed, the plan to lure him into a trap failed, and even caused the evil gods of the Land of Rest to lose an important companion, and it seems that they have become an existence that everyone shouts about and cannot gain a foothold in the colony...

How much use does he and the Cressy family have to the gravekeepers of his resting place behind him?

If they think there is no such thing, how will they treat this traitor who is working for themselves while still thinking about usurping power from the tombkeeper?

If we continue to pretend to be a snake, we should take advantage of Phil Cressy's weakness to squeeze out the last value of his use - let the remnants of the Faithless Knights pour into Moby Dick Port, causing riots and paving the way for their real attack. ?

Anson suddenly shuddered.

"Nolula...is not...a tool..."

Just when a certain commander-in-chief was lost in his thoughts, the pale evil girl suddenly spoke:

"Noulula...is...the key..."

"The key to the resting land..."

Her voice was very soft and her lip movements were very small, but Anson still keenly captured her:

"The land of rest?"

"We must...go to...the land of rest..." the girl said faintly:

"At the most critical moment...Anson Bach...must go to...the resting land..."

"This is...the last resort..."

"At the most critical moment..."

"When...it's not too late..."

……………………

Gently closing the door, Wilhelm Gottfried walked towards the outside of Rune Mansion with careful steps.

When he was about to reach the entrance, the little secretary holding a file bag happened to come back from outside. He immediately stopped with a bit of standard joy and said hello with a smile:

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency William, have you met with the Commander-in-Chief?"

"Yes, I have seen it." William raised his hand and replied calmly:

"Slightly unexpected, he is a very interesting guy; it seems that it will take at least two months or half a year for him to completely hate me, which is considered a very good type."

"What surprised me the most was that he actually had so many secrets... Well, this even made me curious about his experiences in the past few years. Generally, similar guys are neurotic and paranoid. It’s rare to find someone as organized as him.”

"If I want to use a metaphor, a famous quote from St. Isaac, the egomaniac, can describe him very well: When I try to spy on him, it is like peeping from the surface of the lake to the bottom of the lake; under every insignificant wave, there is something not for me. The stormy sea known to man.”

After saying that, the expressionless William was like a loudspeaker that was suddenly turned off, and said no more.

Such incomprehensible words made the little clerk's expression fluctuate slightly, but his excellent professionalism made him quickly return to normal, and he said with a formulaic smile:

"So this is a happy meeting between host and guest, congratulations."

"Yes, he found a tool who can help him solve the problem, and I found a boss who can tolerate me for a long time. We are all very happy." William nodded lightly, and then seemed to suddenly remember something:

"By the way, you are his... secretary, right?"

"Yes." Alan Dawn still smiled:

"It is my honor to be able to become a person with such a promising future like Mr. Anson Bach..."

"Is it like a butler or a servant?"

"……not completely."

The little clerk who was rudely interrupted pursed his lips tightly and paused for several seconds before answering, with a flash of anger showing in the corners of his eyes.

"oh."

William nodded, not noticing anything wrong with his tone just now: "In that case, I suggest you remember to change all the coffee and other alcoholic beverages in this house later; even if you don't change, the Commander-in-Chief The adults probably won’t drink anymore.”

"This is the job of the housekeeper, valet, and bartender of Luen Mansion - but thank you for reminding me." The corners of the smiling little clerk's mouth trembled slightly:

"Is there anything else?"

"No, or it's nothing." William's attitude remained the same:

"You were the one who stopped me halfway, weren't you?"

"Yes! Sorry...bye."

The little clerk who completed the entire etiquette process as quickly as possible straightened his back, left William Gottfried at the speed of light, and walked quickly towards the living room.

William, who was left on the spot, shrugged and walked out of the main entrance of the mansion.

Just when he was about to return to the parliament room of Beluga Harbor before nightfall, he was surprised to find that the sky outside was completely dark, and the howling wind and snow had already taken over the streets of Beluga Harbor.

With a face full of surprise, he took out his pocket watch from his pocket. The hands on the dial just reached the position of "three-thirty".

"Is it coming so soon...?"