I will be crowned king

The moment the words fell, the smile on Anson's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a solemn look similar to that of the young knight.

He did not have the slightest doubt that Louis Bernard knew the information about the Land of Rest and the Old Gods of the Gravekeepers - the other party was the heir to the Grand Duchy of Adlan, and the Crecy family was originally an important member of the Bernard family. Branch, with Cressy’s power in the new world, it’s really wrong that the Bernard family knows nothing about all this.

Even if the family does not tell him the whole truth, Queen Freya Moses Field of the Thirteenth Council of Iser will confess everything she knows in detail; coupled with the empire's intelligence network in the New World... Louis There are ten thousand ways to figure out the identity of those "native spellcasters".

What's more important is that in the eyes of the tombkeeper, the Bernard heir may be more troublesome than himself and must be eradicated as soon as possible.

A mere Clovis officer has limited energy no matter how hard he works; but if Louis Bernard gains a foothold and the power of the Grand Duchy of Adlan penetrates into the New World again, it is likely to trigger a counterattack from the entire Order World.

For the gravekeepers who do not want to be disturbed, the entire Order World abandons its past grievances and fully colonizes the new world, squeezing their space for activities. This should be the future they least want to see.

"I don't know if you have noticed it, but the councilman of Sailing City told me that this winter is much colder than previous years." Louis said worriedly:

"This is definitely not normal... The temperature in the Old World has been gradually rising in recent years. There are even merchant ships that set out in November to the three countries in the North Sea and the New World. Trade on the rough sea has become more and more frequent."

"Flea told me that the wind and snow in Sailing City are probably not naturally formed; although it is very weak, there is an unusual smell in the air - if I am not mistaken, there should be a similar situation in Beluga Port."

"Coupled with the disappearance of Phil Cressy and the strange movements of the Faithless Knights, I think this is a sign... the gravekeepers may not fight back as they once did."

Anson put down the rum glass in his hand and showed a thoughtful expression.

"This is one of the reasons why I decided to come. Beluga Port is most likely their main target." Louis frowned:

"The Storm Division and Beluga Port are the foundation for maintaining the Free Confederacy at present. Before we can completely resolve the contradiction between the old and new worlds and ensure that His Majesty Herred gives up the idea of ​​counterattack, there must be no room for failure!"

The moment he finished speaking, Anson could clearly feel the young knight's eyes looking at him.

It is an emotion that does not contain any position, is pure, is full of care and concern for a close friend, is not mixed with any impurities, and does not have any desire to ask for or expect a response.

This excessive simplicity made Anson feel slightly uncomfortable, and at the same time, he felt a flash of shame in his heart: he really thought that Louis Bernard had to ask for help because he couldn't find investment.

Of course, it was just a flash. The always calm and rational commander-in-chief quickly regained his normalcy and with a faint smile, he changed the topic to a direction more beneficial to him: "It's not the Storm Division, but the Storm Legion."

"The local appointment just arrived last month, expanding the Storm Division into the Colonial Corps. With it, I also changed from colonel commander to brigadier general commander."

"Really? Congratulations."

The young knight's eyes lit up, and he nodded with a serious expression: "This is as it should be. With your achievements, if you were in the empire, you would have long..."

The words stopped suddenly, and Louis was like a wooden man, stunned for several seconds.

"No...no way." The young knight showed a bitter smile: "If you were really born in the empire, a 'civilian knight' who only relied on the power of blood to obtain the title, I am afraid that you would never have the opportunity to command thousands of people. Not to mention becoming a corps commander and crowned brigadier general.”

"Even if the emperor issues an edict, being able to be canonized as a court earl without territory, become a royal envoy, and serve as a military adviser should be the limit - this is already the most exaggerated result that I can imagine."

"In terms of selecting talents, Clovis is indeed better, otherwise it would not have only a few hundred years to successfully rise; even the common people can have the status that only the nobles had in the past. Although it goes against tradition, but Meritocracy cannot be said to be unjustified.”

The young knight sighed with emotion, with a bit of complicated respect in his eyes.

Anson paused slightly.

He really wanted to tell the other party that he was not actually a commoner. Although the Bach family was small, it could still be considered a noble. Strictly speaking, it seemed to have nothing to do with "meritocracy". In terms of seniority, Carl Bain was the oldest in the legion and had the greatest merit. , but promotion is the slowest one.

If the Storm Division hadn't been expanded into a corps and a suitable staff officer couldn't be found locally, he would never have been able to become a lieutenant colonel, let alone a corps chief of staff.

But then I thought about it, for Bernard, a descendant of the seven knights and the top noble of the empire, the Bach family, which only had a few hundred acres of manor in the countryside... seemed not to be much different from ordinary people.

The old empire's Iris Citigroup and the Clovis country rich people are basically two worlds.

After a few seconds of silence, he decided to test the other party's attitude - and quickly avoided the topic:

"What's your plan?"

"Plan? To be honest, I originally hoped that you could tell me your plan." The young knight mused: "We need to be fully prepared. If the Gravekeeper wants to attack Beluga Port or any colony, then we will never It would be as simple as gathering a group of indigenous people."

"If I guess correctly, the final situation may be similar to that of your small village in the forest; the power of the Old God Sect of the Gravekeepers is very terrifying, but accordingly, they are also subject to considerable restrictions."

"What's wrong, why do you have such an expression?" Looking at Anson's surprised look, the young knight snorted: "What's so strange about this? Freya told me everything that happened, otherwise I would Why are you in such a hurry and risking your life to come to Beluga Harbor?"

"This is a disaster that we need to face together - unless the Cressy family is completely eradicated and the Gravekeepers are defeated, the colony will never have peace."

No, if you completely piss off the tombkeepers of the Land of Rest, then there will really be no peace. They are guarding the tombs of the three old gods... Ansen's expression is a little complicated:

"In that case, what about Ms. Freya?"

"She is nearby, but she just doesn't want to meet you, so she hasn't come over yet."

The young knight sighed. Regarding the conflict between the two people, even he, the client, could not find any possibility to resolve it.

"But you don't have to worry too much. Freya said that she met a friend nearby and had a great time chatting with him... Haha, with her character, she might be even happier than attending a banquet."

"Yeah, that's good."

Anson suddenly smiled and turned his attention back to his eyes.

……………………

Outside the Beluga Harbor Parliament, the "Happy House" pub.

"So Anson Bach is your brother, but at the same time, you're Thalia Rune's...sister?"

Freya frowned slightly and stared at the girl in front of her. The other person's appearance was exactly the same as that of a blasphemous mage who had left a very bad impression on her, but even if they were both standing in front of her, she could easily tell them apart. difference.

At the other end of the table, Sheriff Lisa, who was holding an apple pie and devouring it, nodded, but her attention was focused on the beautiful things on the table in front of her, and she didn't hear what the kind-hearted elder sister opposite was saying at all.

Lisa actually had some impressions of this eldest sister. They met once during the battle of the Elf Royal Court of Yser, and later they also met after the capture of Sailing City, but they didn't have a deep impression.

But this older sister, who was not very impressed, not only helped Lisa catch the criminals (remnants of the Knights) who tried to resist after seeing Lisa, but she was also willing to treat Lisa to food.

The great Sheriff Lisa immediately developed an infinite fondness for her - and even took the initiative to introduce her to a restaurant!

As for the questions she raised... Anson Bach's origin, the power of the Rune family in the new world, Lisa couldn't understand it at all. At first, she could answer with "Huh!" and "Uh~huh!!" , and then you can nod and shake your head.

"But this is impossible. Anson Bach is just an ordinary person, and Thalia..." Freya murmured to herself, her brows frowning more and more: "What is your relationship with the Luen family?"

She looked at the girl in front of her who was devouring food, and became more and more curious about her existence.

Judging from the magical aura, the girl and Thalia do have some similarities, but the difference is actually not small, and can even be said to be worlds apart. If you insist on describing it, Thalia's is more complicated and cumbersome. Like a pair of satin outlined with colorful silk threads.

And Lisa... her aura is more primitive, pure, full of simplicity and some kind of ancient power; perhaps not as strong as Thalia, but much more direct and violent.

This is not the most terrifying part - strictly speaking, Lisa is not a spell caster; Freya can clearly feel that she does have the power of blood magic, but it is not like Thalia's. A powerful spellcaster, but... born with it.

This is the same as him, but he is an Iser elf, but the girl in front of him is obviously of human descent.

In other words, she inherited the power of blood magic in her bloodline from birth, but she did not awaken or consciously use this power; what she showed was only the natural overflow of this powerful bloodline. That’s all.

Just like that, her strength can already crush most spell casters and talented people. If she is completely awakened, then...

"Ah...burp!"

The sudden sound interrupted Freya's contemplation. She raised her head and found that the table was full of delicacies, and there was a girl with a mouth full of greasy food, who was embarrassed to look at her.

"Oh...oh, that, that, Lisa is really hungry because she has to chase the criminal." The girl felt wronged and blamed herself. She opened her eyes wide and tried to dodge:

"W-how about no, Lisa please invite Freya again, this time Lisa promises not to eat too much! Really, Lisa swears!"

Freya looked at the food residue in the corner of the girl's mouth and the clean and reflective plates. She was silent for a few seconds and said softly:

"are you full?"

The girl hesitated for a while, and finally shook her head very honestly.

Freya didn't say anything more. She raised her hand to stop the bartender who was passing by and pointed at the CDs on the table:

"Another one of the same."

"Great!"

The chief sergeant let out a cheer of joy.

Ten minutes later, Freya had a wry smile on her face as she looked at the girl who continued to "fight" with a table of delicacies at full strength.

It seems that apart from this mysterious girl, I will not find any more secrets about Anson Bach today.

But just when she was about to join the girl's "Operation Disc", Freya suddenly stopped and her eyes turned to her side involuntarily.

Through the gap in the door, the girl could clearly see the howling wind and snow outside; the biting cold wind poured into the warm spring-like tavern hall pervasively, adding a hint of chill to the hot air.

But what she felt was not only the cold, but also the indescribable aura that permeated with fear.

As early as in Sailing City, the smell of this breath was still very weak, but after arriving at Beluga Port, it was obviously much stronger, and it was still increasing and penetrating, spreading its power to every wisp of cold wind and every snowflake. .

The other party is like a shrewd hunter, quietly approaching his prey bit by bit; his movements are very careful and slight, and even make the prey silently accept his existence, completely accustomed to it, and have no idea that he has stepped into it. What a dangerous situation.

But Freya could feel it.

Not only because her power itself has reached a level similar to that of the other party, but also because of the innate sensitivity of the Yisel elves - this is the power flowing in their blood, and it cannot hide from her eyes.

The stench that seemed to be carried away by the wind was like a lion breathing in front of her, to her who was extremely sensitive.

"Click——"

The crisp sound of a machine gun rang in her ears. Freya turned her head and found that the girl who had just been devouring her food had jumped off the chair, holding a strange rifle in her arms and skillfully playing with the mechanism on it.

"Eldest sister has also seen them, right?" Putting the slightly larger tricorn hat on her head, the girl smiled at her and said:

"Do you want to go together? For the sake of this feast, Lisa can give you half of the credit!"

Freya was startled at first, and then showed a plain and confident smile:

"OK."

"Then it's settled!" The petite girl swung the rifle, held the licorice stick in her mouth, and kicked the door of the tavern first:

"Grand Sheriff Lisa Bach—Attack!"