I Will Be The Crowned King

After a burst of wild thoughts, An Sen quickly regained his composure and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Professor, I just..."

"It's okay, there's no need to apologize for this kind of thing." Mace Hornard blinked, holding the still steaming coffee:

"For you kids, it's a surprise to me if you don't get distracted in class."

Anson laughed even more embarrassed.

"The five stages I just mentioned are the classification methods generally recognized by the Old God group in the Clovis Kingdom and even the entire middle of the Old Continent after the 72nd year of the Saint's Calendar. does not apply to the caster of ." Mace Hornard continued:

"The old gods of the empire...Let's not mention those fools who still have illusions about princes and nobles; in the dark ages before the first year of the saint's calendar and even earlier, the spellcasters of that time carried out a set of rules that are similar to those of us today. A completely different system."

"In those dark and chaotic times, the Old Gods did not exist as groups or individuals, but as families - each family of spellcasters believed in the same Old God and fought for the same goals; two families even Between blood relatives, there will be **** vendettas for each other's goals."

Family... An Sen, who bowed his head and thought deeply, suddenly lit up:

"Like August?!"

"It's like August." Mace Hornard, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, emphasized his voice: "Dear Anson Bach, you can always surprise me!"

"Yes, the 'August' you asked me about before, if nothing else, should be one of these spellcaster families; most of them organize rituals for their children when they are still young, with blood and magic The means of controlling one's own blood relatives...a horrific, cruel and selfish means."

Horror, cruel, selfish... Isn't it too strange to say these words from the mouth of the leader of an underground evil organization?

An Sen muttered silently in his heart.

"Under such bottomless control of blood relatives, the ancient spellcasters experienced extremely dark years, not only retaining the fire and precious documents of the belief in the old gods, but also gradually developed a cruel and inhumane experiment one after another. Today's complete sacrificial ritual and power system." Mace Hornard sighed:

"In this sense, without them, we would not be what we are today; they may be cruel and inhuman; but in that era, all of this may have been a necessary means of survival."

"So dear Anson Bach, see why I am so interested in this subject?"

With a solemn expression, An Sen nodded extremely solemnly.

The casters of the dark age all appeared and existed in the form of a family. In other words, as long as you find records and clues about a family, you can find out what they have done and where they have left traces.

As long as you find these, you can easily dig out all the research results accumulated by a spellcaster family for several generations or even a dozen generations!

Just like the blood mages killed by Kroger Bernard in the Fort Thunder Fortress.

"The most important thing is that the family behind the surname August is very likely to exceed our imagination." Mace Hornard leaned forward slightly, with a touch of excitement in his eyes:

"This is an extremely ancient family. Even according to the shortest records, their existence is as long as the Rune family, one of the most honorable families in the Clovis Kingdom - that means this family has at least a history of more than eight hundred years. !"

"If their research results can be discovered...even if only a small part...maybe some historical truths will be revealed to the world, or even completely rewritten!"

"Hehe... If there is such a day, I will definitely write a paper on the research of the August family, and then mark your name on it."

"You have won the prize, Professor." Anson bowed his head humbly: "I just gave you a name."

"That's enough." Mace Hornard's expression became slightly serious:

"A lot of times, what really matters is not the answer, but whether the most critical question can be found - the person who asks the question first is no less important than the person who makes the final statement."

"Cough cough!"

Just as Mace Hornard was about to continue speaking, Bloane, who was standing beside him, suddenly coughed twice, took out a silver pocket watch from the inner pocket of his coat and handed it over:

"Professor, it's almost time."

"Okay."

Mace Hornard nodded calmly, and then said gently to Anson: "Then let's go here first today. Next time I have a chance, I'll let Bloun leave you the address, okay?"

"of course can!"

Anson, who answered quickly, was about to get up, but was stopped by Mace Hornard raising his hand.

"Don't be in such a hurry, just sit for a while longer." Mace Hornard laughed softly, and pointed to the cake on the table: "You are an indispensable part of the Old God's 'big plan', it is worth it Have a nice afternoon."

"What's more... Now that the Guards are playing against us, it's too dangerous for them to see us entering and leaving a cafe at the same time - even if only in case, we should try to avoid this kind of trouble."

"…I see."

In the face of Mace Hornard's insistence, Anson could only accept...or heaved a sigh of relief.

I'm not too worried about being bumped into him by the guards, but what if I'm bumped into by Sophia Franz? !

It's very close to Clovis Cathedral!

She already knew from herself that the black mage was Mace Hornard, and if she brought someone to arrest herself and the professor on the spot for revenge... that would be too exciting.

After Mace Hornard and Bloane left, Anson sat in the box for another hour, reading the book of "Conjuration Studies" and enjoying his share of snacks.

I have to admit that the dim sum in this cafe is really good; not only is it sweet and glutinous, but over time, the cake will also exude a rich brandy flavor; even the nuts and raisins as decoration and embellishment, it tastes good It also makes people feel happy, and greatly neutralizes the bitterness of the coffee.

An hour later, Anson, who had eaten the last nut on the plate, put away his notes and got up and left contentedly.

When passing the bar, UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked at the dazzling menu on the blackboard, and An Sen suddenly stopped.

Mace Hornard is a professor at St. Isaac's College, and his monthly salary is about the same as a colonel-level officer's allowance; since he comes often, it means that the price of dim sum in this cafe should not be too expensive... Bar?

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

Before he could speak, the smiling waiter behind the bar said enthusiastically.

"Oh, it's like this, the box I was in just now..."

"Box 16, double the coffee and a cream round cake; don't worry, your companion has already paid for it." The waiter said very attentive:

"By the way, allow me to recommend to you our new cream brandy cake, which tastes similar to the cream round cake, and costs a little less - only twenty-five silver coins, interested?"

Standing in the same place, An Sen was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Farewell!"