I Will Be The Crowned King

Inner City, St Isaac's College, night.

Thick dark clouds covered the moon, but the night sky in Clovis City was still sparse. For this phenomenon, some non-church colleges and conscientious scholars believe that it was caused by the large number of factories and excessive coal burning around the capital; but Bankers, nobles, and workers had clearly different views on this.

Looking at the few stars left in the night sky, Bronn, smoking a pipe, drew the curtains and stuffed an anonymous letter into the inner pocket of his jacket; he walked slowly to the desk where the lamp was still on, and took Passing a piece of letter paper and a letter opener, use the tip of the knife to gently cut a wound on the right thumb.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

Blood dripped on the letter paper, staring at the eerie red under the dim yellow light, the young scholar's ice-blue eyes showed a little confusion.

"Only darkness... can make it bright."

As he murmured softly, the blood dripping on the letter seemed to come alive: the "live" blood beads began to swim on the letter like worms, gradually converging into two, three, and three. Primordial rune composed of rings.

Bronny closed his eyes.

call--

When he opened his eyes again, the "Black Mage" with a thin top hat and monocle was already sitting in front of him.

"professor."

The young bachelor stood up very naturally, bowed humbly to the figure in front of him, put his hands in his arms, and then sat back in his chair without saying a word.

The black mage lit the envelope he received on the purple candle in the center of the two, and as the letter paper turned to ashes, a little smile appeared under the monocle.

"Our Anson Bach classmate is still good at bringing surprises to people." The black mage spoke slowly, his hands full of ashes emitting embers:

"It seems that I still underestimate him - the person who can capture Lei Mingbao in nineteen days has a grasp of the situation and understanding of information that has exceeded the level of a 'student'."

"I don't understand." Bloane shook his head, completely unaware of the meaning of the letter.

In his opinion, Anson Bach's mission this time was basically a failure: not only did he not find the whereabouts of The Great Magic Book, but also did not find any clues to Draco Wilts.

The only thing that succeeded was to attract the attention of the Inquisition, which made them relax their vigilance against Anson Bach, and at the same time believed that the Black Mage's attention was still on the "Great Magic Book" in the capital.

"The Difference Engine—that's the only important thing in this letter."

The black mage explained to his students: "Anson Bach... He already knew the 'true face' of the Great Magic Book kept in Clovis Cathedral, and the real purpose of my entrusting him to approach the Franz family."

"The anonymous letter is probably due to the surveillance of the court. At the same time, I politely remind you that it is best not to take the initiative to meet him in the near future; when the opportunity is ripe, he will take the initiative to come to you."

"Then... when is the time for 'opportunity ripe'?" Bronne asked, thinking for a while.

"When the situation was chaotic enough for him to steal the "Great Magic Book" of Clovis Cathedral and use the St. Isaac Difference Engine." The black mage's words carried a little admiration:

"That's the moment I've been waiting for!"

The voice fell, and the young scholar opened his surprised eyes slightly.

After the surprise, his expression immediately changed to nervous.

"So now Ansen Bach has fully understood your purpose, isn't it very dangerous?"

"Dangerous? No."

The black mage directly denied his guess: "Dear Bloane, Anson Bach is my student like you, how could it possibly harm me?"

"What's more, even if he thinks about the worst case, he is a traitor who deliberately wants to kill me - with the current strength of Clovis Cathedral and the Truth Seeking Order, it will only cause me a little loss. "

Looking at the professor sitting in front of him, Bloane immediately realized his stupidity.

At the current Clovis Cathedral and the Inquisition, Professor Mace Hornard is still only regarded as the level between the fourth and fifth orders; according to the standards of the Church of Order, the casters at this stage are still only "need to be vigilant, Surveillance, arrest or kill if the opportunity arises."

They didn't know that the professor had reached the level of "mentor" as early as ten years ago, and if it wasn't for the lack of sufficient preparation and materials, he would have started to attack the level of "apostle" as early as two years ago!

The mere cathedral and a small church of truth-seeking can no longer pose a real threat to Mace Hornard.

"I have benefited a lot from my research on the August family recently." The black mage suddenly changed the subject:

"Although it is just some unsubstantiated, very one-sided speculation; but after searching for a lot of data and research, I found that the records on the number of 'apostles' in the past dynasties are very close."

"For example, the apostles of blood magic, there never seem to be more than three cases. Does this mean anything?"

"You mean..." Bronne immediately followed up:

"Is the number of apostles limited?"

"Maybe it is because of this that the apostles of the August family have fallen - apart from another apostle, I can't imagine an existence that can make them die." The black mage nodded slightly:

"But if it's just like this, it won't cause the entire family to be wiped out; even among the ancient spellcasters with the blood family as the core, this kind of slaughtering behavior is too suspicious."

"No, there must be other reasons, more important reasons for them to do this; for example, the influence between bloodlines, perhaps after reaching the 'apostle' level, their own existence will have another 'qualitative change', which can inherit power. To a certain descendant, another apostle must eliminate potential hidden dangers..."

Looking at the black mage talking to himself, Bloane sat motionless in his seat; a situation like this he had seen over the past few years.

Ten minutes later, the black mage gradually woke up from his deep thoughts and looked at Bronne a little tiredly:

"All in all, I will continue to search for the literature on 'August' in the next few weeks; you will continue to assist Anson Bach in finding the opportunity to obtain the book "The Great Magic Book"."

"Finally, remember to urge our dear 'funders' to understand that they must speed up the progress of the Urban Public Administration Act and reach an implementation agreement in the Privy Council as soon as possible; only the vitality of Clovis City can make this war more Go on forever!"

"Understood." Bronn nodded slightly:

"It's all about the big plan!"

"For the big plan!"

Black Mage raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

………………

"Bang——! Bang——! Bang——!!!!"

On Whitehall Street, on the open ground shooting range of the Storm Corps Barracks, the battle infantry in gray uniforms held the brand-new Leopold breech flintlock guns, lined up in three rows, and aimed at the fixed target 80 meters away. Three quick salvos.

After the roar, thick white smoke immediately enveloped the entire company; the soldiers who completed the salvo movement stood still in the smoke like stone and clay sculptures.

Looking at the basically undamaged fixed target and the smoke exploding on the surrounding grass, An Sen, who was standing beside him with a copy of the Clovis Truth in his hand, nodded gratified.

After half a month, these recruits were finally able to pull the bolt, and mastered the basic skills of shooting without being knocked down by the **** or crashing their own people.

This is really not easy.

After the shooting, the bugler with a flat cap carried a military flag, trotted to Anson, and respectfully gave a very standard military salute:

"Report to the head of the regiment, this shooting training has ended successfully, please issue the next order!"

"Very good!" Anson put the newspaper behind him, nodded and gave him a military salute:

"Tell me, which company has the worst results?"

"It's the Fourth Skirmisher Company!"

"Then let the soldiers of the Fourth Company stay and pick up all the lead bullets in the shooting range." An Sen said with a serious expression:

"The rest of the companies gather in formation, and run in four columns to the cafeteria to have dinner!"

"Yes--!"

The bugler who received the order ran back to the shooting range excitedly:

"The regiment commander ordered the fourth company to stay behind to clean the shooting range, and the rest of the companies ran in column to the cafeteria! Turn left - turn!"

With an order, the soldiers of the seven companies turned to the right in unison, and rushed towards the cafeteria with their rifles on their backs.

Looking at their desperate figures, Anson suddenly felt a little emotional... If you can have this kind of momentum when charging on the battlefield, the Kingdom of Clovis doesn't have to be afraid of the cavalry of the empire.

"What a great show!"

The secretary, Alan, who was always standing by the side, knew the timing and came up to him, and he boasted unabashedly: "In just thirteen days, a group of malnourished homeless people who have never received formal training have become well-trained. An elite soldier, you are indeed an excellent military strategist."

"Master Anson Bach, I am more and more convinced that under the cultivation of Archbishop Luther, you must have a great future and a bright future!"

"There will be another month in the future. Presumably by then, the entire storm regiment will have a combat power that is not inferior to the regular army, and will show the limelight in the activities of maintaining the security of the royal capital."

The little clerk became more and more excited as he spoke, and his shining pupils seemed to have seen the arrival of that day: "When the "Urban Public Administration Act" is officially passed, you will definitely have a place in the new 'Guardian'!"

"And as your loyal secretary, I will definitely strive for the most authority, the largest budget, the best office and allowance for you in the New Guards; you will stand on the top of the ten thousand zhang tall buildings, and you will never be alone in a moment. , to become an indispensable and important person in the capital!"

a month?

Looking at Little Alan, who had already started to dream for the future, An Sen with a wry smile in his heart twitched the corners of his mouth.

The storm group... and myself, I am afraid there is not a month left.

Although the war began, thanks to the strong security industry in the inner city, the security of the entire inner city has maintained a very good state; the demand from the royal family, aristocrats and the middle class has also made business still thriving, and it has not been affected by the war at all. .

But in the outer city beyond Old Wall Street... that's a whole other view.

In today's "Crowe Truth" in his own hands, a street riot in the outer city was published:

A group of unemployed workers who went bankrupt because of the war attacked the factory owner who wanted to run away for wages and compensation; according to the sketches and text descriptions in the newspaper, the family of the factory owner who left in a carriage was sent to the factory by a soil bomb made by the workers. days.

The husband was killed on the spot, one of the two sons was beaten to death and the other was severely disabled, and the wife "disappeared"... The only surviving youngest son dragged his broken leg and escaped by hiding in the garbage.

And this is just one of them. Along with the bankruptcy of factories like the war that has lasted for several months, the collapse of chambers of commerce is still going on, and the unemployed workers have begun to spontaneously find a "survival" for themselves.

Attacking shops, looting on the street, storming banks, burning warehouses... The unemployed in the outer city are rapidly turning into gangsters, the gangs are turning into thugs, and the remaining factories and chambers of commerce are in danger, and they start arming themselves desperately. .

Regarding the situation in the outer city, the royal family completely ignored it, the Guards completely gave up management, and there was no relevant content on the issue of the Privy Council. Only the Church of Order began to try to issue small loans, increasing the shelter of the orphanage.

And then... gone.

There was no relief, no rescue measures, and no troops were sent to the outer city to maintain law and order. The dignitaries in the entire Clovis Kingdom seemed to be ignorant of the existence of the "outer city".

When he saw this news, Anson immediately realized that it was only a matter of time before the "Red Brick Street Riot" would happen again. Archbishop Luther would soon remember that he had already spent tens of thousands of gold coins on it, and he has not yet A tool that produces results.

Just when Anson wanted to interrupt the secretary who was still talking to himself, he suddenly saw a carriage parked outside the barracks gate, and a very familiar figure came down from it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Soon Anson Recognized the identity of the person who came - a leather trench coat, a three-cornered hat, a flintlock axe pinned to his waist, and a surprisingly large revolver... Laurence Bernat, the leader of the Inquisitor of the Truth-seeking Order, was walking in a hurry. And his "artillery company commander" stood in front of him and asked:

"Do you know Viscount Bogner?"

"I've met once, but I know his ex-wife." Anson immediately became vigilant, and immediately asked:

"What's up?"

"Something happened to him - the rioting workers blocked him in the factory and took him as a hostage to demand the unpaid wages, or else the factory would be bombed!" Lawrence said in a hoarse voice:

"When I came, the guards had already set off... This person is related to the matter of the Iron Sky, but it does not belong to the old gods. It is inconvenient for the court to come forward, so the Storm Corps can only go."

"Viscount Bogner is an important supporter of the "Public Administration Act", and he has information on Draco Wilters. This man cannot fall into the hands of the Guards anyway, we must grab them. Front!"