I will be crowned king

Chapter 81 Mace Honnard

Anson looked back and saw that standing by the door was an old man with dark brown curly hair, slightly gray temples, and not many wrinkles on his cheeks. Wearing a doctor's robe with a black background and red edges, he holds two books under the armpit of his right arm, namely "Heraldry Records of the Kingdom of Clovis" and "The Life of Isaac Rand".

At first glance it looks a bit unfamiliar.

But the moment he turned his head, the hairs on his back suddenly stood up, and the hexagram mark left on his heart also continued to feel a slight burning sensation, making Ansen make an instant judgment.

He is the black mage!

The constantly accelerating heartbeat drove the blood flow, and the indescribable chest tightness and suffocation stimulated Ansen, who was desperately trying to maintain his composure.

If the "former Anson" encounters this kind of thing, he will only show his uncontrollable excitement, so he must not reveal any trace of nervousness and fear!

"Good morning, Professor Mace Honnard." Anson was stunned for a moment, with a trace of astonished joy flashing across his face:

"Why are you here?!"

The kind-hearted Mace Honnard showed a kind smile:

"St. Isaac's College received a 'letter of help' from the Royal Military Academy, hoping that the college can ask some teachers who are good at paperwork and organization to assist."

"It just so happened that I had to end my planned vacation because of the war, and I didn't have many classes for the time being, so I came here with others to help."

Almost as soon as Mace spoke, the burning sensation in his heart quickly subsided.

"Dear Anson Bach, when did you come back?"

"The Iron Sky steam train at noon yesterday." An En said without any hesitation, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth could not hide the excitement in his heart:

"I could not wait a moment after receiving your letter, and I set out from Oak Town as soon as the war was over!"

Mace, with a peaceful expression, looked at Anson and nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

"Oh, please wait a moment!" Teacher Erich on the side suddenly said, looking at the two of them in astonishment:

"Professor, and Anson... do you know each other?!"

After the words fell, Anson and Metz looked at each other and smiled in a "tacit understanding".

"Dear Professor Erich, of course we know each other." Metz spoke softly and turned his gentle eyes to Erich, who was still surprised:

"Before dear Anson Bach joined the Royal Army, he was my favorite of all my former students."

"In fact, perhaps the most talented one; so you can imagine how sorry I was when I found out that he was asked to leave by the Military Academy - his talent in history and geography far exceeds his ability as a general The value of an officer!"

Erich looked at the two of them in surprise, and then smiled and said: "But you can rest assured now - your good student has proven his military talent through actions, and it only took him nineteen days to attack the enemy. The fortress of Thunder Castle, which is heavily guarded and well supplied with supplies, was captured."

"Such an excellent record is enough for the Military Academy to use it as a candidate for teaching materials!"

Heavily defended and well supplied with supplies...

For some reason, Anson always had the urge to laugh when he heard these two words.

"It seems so, but it's still very sad."

Mace Honnard sighed and looked at Erich with a bit of pleading: "Excuse me, can I take up a few minutes of your time - we haven't seen each other for a long time and want to find a place Let’s talk.”

"No problem, you can take our great hero from Thunder Castle away now!"

Smiling Erich nodded happily, and at the same time turned his gaze to Anson: "I will send you the graduation certificate and supporting documents as soon as possible, don't worry."

"Thank you."

After thanking Professor Erich once again, Anson turned around and left the office following the gentle-faced Professor Mace Honnard.

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"You did very well."

In the quiet corridor of the building, Mace Honnard, who was walking in front of Anson, spoke without warning.

"professor……"

Anson, who was a little surprised, looked slightly startled. When he was about to say something, he was interrupted by the other party raising his hand.

"Don't worry, they can't hear my voice." Mace Hornard said confidently:

"I've been to this building several times before, and no one could have discovered our identity unprepared."

Professor, you may not know that you are being investigated by a chatty novelist... Well, I am the same, though.

Ansen, who was following closely behind the opponent, followed suit, trying his best to suppress the thoughts that kept popping up in his heart.

"You did a very good job at the siege of Thunder Castle. It was very good. It completely exceeded my expectations. Of course, the seriousness of the problem far exceeded my initial expectations." Just when Anson was thinking wildly, Mace Honnard's words continued:

"The Old God Sect of the Grand Duchy of Adlan actually developed the duchy's heir into a true god believer, attempted to subvert the regime of the Principality of Adlan through blackmail, and also tried to obtain the secret of eternal life from the ruins of Thunder Castle... What a bunch of lunatics!"

"It is because of these fanatics who never know how to think rationally that the grand plan to revive the Old God Sect was prematurely exposed again and again, causing the plan to fail and have to end miserably!"

The peaceful-looking Mace Hornard growled, his helpless indignation exactly the same as when the two "met" before.

"Fortunately, my dear Brother Anson Bach, thanks to your presence, we were able to stop our losses in time and prevent the existence of the Old God Sect from being exposed to the sight of the Church of Order."

"Such an act of courage and wisdom must be rewarded."

As he finished speaking, Mace Hornard suddenly stopped walking and looked at Anson, who was slightly stunned with a somewhat frightened expression, with extremely kind eyes.

"No, no, no, no... Professor, you are too polite!"

Anson forced a smile out of the corner of his mouth, and said with great sincerity: "As a believer of the true God, these are the minimum..."

The smiling Mace Honnard raised his right index finger and interrupted him:

"A move full of courage and wisdom must be rewarded - the great three old gods will never neglect believers who dedicate their strength to the big plan."

"At the same time, only by gaining more power can we better serve the rise of the entire Old God Sect, discover the true history, and make the blasphemers who have tampered with the memory of the entire world pay their due price!"

Under the gaze of the other party, Anson took a deep breath and lowered his head, showing a slightly ashamed expression:

"I'm sorry, Professor, I'm too shallow."

"No, my dear Brother Anson Bach, you are too humble. This is a noble and beautiful quality, but sometimes it can make people hesitate." Mace Honnard patted him gently. Pat Anson on the shoulder:

"It seems that war, like libraries, has the power to shape the soul, making a young man who used to be always impassioned become so mature and stable."

"Only in this way can I safely give you the next task."