I Will Be The Crowned King

Inner city, red brick street, Clovis Cathedral.

After finishing chatting with the novelist, Anson left the Crown Tavern with Lisa almost non-stop, and rushed straight to Clovis Cathedral to bring this information to Archbishop Luther as soon as possible.

Of course, before that, he took the time to go back to the apartment on Bleiman Street, take a shower, change into a dark coat and hard hat, eat breakfast at the cafe downstairs that Lisa didn't make, and then Had a two hour nap on the couch with Lisa.

In addition to recovering his energy, he also needs to spend some time sorting out the "trophies" from yesterday and the night before - the magic books and enchanted items found on the bodies of "Old Pocket Watch", "Cigar", and "Rifle".

This is the experience he learned from Karlin Jacques: "...There is no such thing as 'trust' between spellcasters in the outer city, so important items are usually carried on them, only the ones that cannot be carried with them. It will be hidden in a very secret place..."

It was also fortunate that the three people were bombed so that not even complete bodies were left. The worst "rifling" was smashed to ashes by Lisa's twelve-pound cannonball... Otherwise, Anson would not dare to risk the probability of being discovered by the judge. to touch the corpse.

It has to be said that the three outer city spellcasters really fit Kalin Jacques' description very well - usually the rank will not exceed the third rank, they are very poor, and there are very few particularly rare collections.

Ansen searched through the bodies of the three people, except for the ones that were damaged in the explosion, there were only six magic books and one enchanted item in total. This also included the two books that were given to him as the first payment by "Rifle" at the beginning, and among them. There are three books belonging to black magic and conjuration, which are meaningless to him, the conjurer, and can only be counted as collections.

Three magic books, the first one is [Mist of the Undead].

Its effect "rifling" was shown in the confrontation with the sneak attack "cigar": it turned the whole body into a gray fog, and returned to its original state after three to five seconds, which was an extremely practical magic at a critical moment.

And this magic can do more extensions, such as the color of the fog, the duration and the distance moved in the fog state, and even only part of the body turns into fog.

According to the "Five Stages of Spellcasters" theory in "The Study of the Three Old Gods", spellcasters who have reached the third stage can begin to understand the essence of magic, and can transform it into the form they need according to their needs. Xiaobai, now I finally learned how to change the template.

Anson feels that he is almost at this stage now.

The second one is [Rising Fire] - no rubbing is required within the control range, a flame is raised out of thin air and burns in the direction it points to, even under water.

This magic belongs to the upgraded version, or modified version, of [Flame Gathering], just like some large templates are composed of many small templates.

The effect is average, but it can be used as a temporary emergency measure when you can't bring a gun... If you don't get [Hunting].

This is the original magic of "Rifle" after the improvement of "Rising Fire" - the "Rising Fire" rubbing is directly printed on the hand, gathered at the fingertips to shoot a lead bullet-shaped flame at the enemy, powerful Depends on the level of readiness, ranging from rifle bullets to artillery shells, with an additional scorching effect.

Its disadvantage is that first of all, the range cannot exceed the control range, otherwise it will disappear - this is also the disadvantage of all incantations - in addition, you need to be extremely careful when casting spells, the greater the power, the easier it is to accidentally injure yourself.

The last and only enchanted item is a short sword, still a relic of "rifling", and its effect is "magic counter": magic that directly touches the blade will disappear directly; and if it is the caster Personally, it is impossible, or extremely difficult, to cast spells until the blade is removed from the body.

No wonder "Old Pocket Watch" was so jealous of "Rifle" from beginning to end, and he parried it in ignorance from beginning to end, and had to rely on "Cigar" sneak attacks to reverse the situation... Refer to his stabbing sword that can automatically parry and was eventually captured. The "rifling" was cut off, and Anson guessed that this thing might also have a weakening effect on enchanted items.

Three magics plus an enchanted dagger, although generally fewer in number and lack of variety, it doesn't quite fit the weird style that Professor Mace Hornard said "every conjurer is an artist" , but it is more practical, especially the short sword and the "Mist of the Undead", which finally gave Anson more options and means when facing spellcasters.

As for the other three magic books, Anson's plan was to wait for a while before selling them, and find an opportunity to resell them to a second-order dealer of the old gods, Carlin Jacques, to see if he could exchange a few more magic books from him.

After two months of testing and careful review of the "Three Old Gods Research", An Sen roughly figured out the principle of conjurers' preparation of magic in advance, which is roughly to use the "memory" method to first rub the magic in the spirit. , and then release when needed.

The time of memory is only related to the complexity of magic - for example, the time required for [Mist of the Undead] is almost twice as long as that of [Hunting] - and the magic of memory can only be retained for a maximum of seven days, and there is an upper limit.

Now his memory limit is fifteen per day. Anson speculates that if his rank rises, or from "caster" to "blasphemer mage", the memory time and storage limit should increase.

After packing up all the spoils, Anson finally took Lisa to stop a rental carriage outside the apartment, and rushed to the Clovis Cathedral as soon as possible.

After seriously suspecting that the Black Mage knew of Lisa's existence from the August bloodline, Anson was no longer confident that she was alone.

When the two came to the door of the cathedral, it was exactly 7:30 - the morning prayer ceremony had just ended, and the banking business had not yet started, so only the side doors on both sides of the main entrance were opened for the believers to use.

The banking business of Clovis Cathedral is generally open to the public after ten o'clock. At this time, Archbishop Luther should have just arrived at the Cathedral, enjoying breakfast while dealing with some trivial matters.

After reporting her identity to the deacon of the church, Lisa stayed in the waiting room obediently, Anson turned around and went straight to the study of the archbishop; calmly knocked on the door, but it was not Luther Franz who opened the door. .

"Anson Bach, what are you doing here?"

Sophia Franz, who pushed open the door, was standing behind the door. She was wearing a light-colored long dress that was simpler than usual. She was holding a stack of Clovis Facts in her arms. She saw Anson with tired eyes. Immediately wake up in a moment:

"My father... Archbishop Luther Franz is not here now."

No... An Sen frowned slightly, but immediately showed a smile: "It doesn't matter, I can wait."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the small prayer room outside the study.

"Wait a moment!"

The voice behind him stopped him, Anson turned his head to look, and Sophia, who pursed her lips, opened the door of the study, and said in a soft tone that she tried to maintain:

"If you don't mind, you can come in and wait."

Um?

Is it because of the delusion that I am too tired, I always feel that her attitude towards her is much gentler than before... Looking at the girl behind the door who smiled at him, An Sen who was stunned on the spot nodded quickly:

"thanks."

Walking into the study, Anson sat down on the corner of the sofa in front of the fireplace; the girl put the newspaper in her arms in the corner of the coffee table, and walked to the side familiarly:

"Coffee or wine, I remember your little secretary said that you liked Navy rum?"

"Coffee will do."

An Sen smiled calmly, silently scolding a certain little traitor in his heart.

"No problem, just wait a moment."

A few minutes later, Sophia walked to the sofa with a tray containing two cups of coffee, and handed one of them to Anson; the rich roasting aroma wafted from the white porcelain cup with gold rims.

"how is the taste?"

the girl asked casually.

Much better than Lisa's... Anson praised without reservation: "It's very delicious, it's pure Clovis flavor."

"Clovis flavor?"

This answer made Sophia stunned for a moment: "But... Coffee beans are not produced in Clovis."

Looking at Anson with a stiff face, the girl picked up another cup of coffee on the table:

"This is produced by the Seven Cities Alliance in the South."

Anson Bach: "...I mean the method of making coffee."

"method?"

"That's right!" Anson, whose brain was spinning quickly, replied immediately:

"The weight of coffee beans, the temperature of hot water, the speed of pouring water, and the swirl of water in the pot, each of which is so precise that it is a scientific coffee brewing that can only be possessed by the city of Clovis where St Isaac was born. method!"

The corners of Sophia's mouth rose slightly, please take a sip of coffee:

"My father went to the Palace of Osteria, and Carlos is discussing with the Privy Council how to deal with the issue of the Elven Kingdom of Iser. It is said that the vast majority of the councilors support war."

Anson nodded thoughtfully.

The kingdom of Isir is located in the southeast of Clovis, and the two sides are bounded by a giant tower fortress and a river belonging to the kingdom of Clovis; the Isir of the Dark Ages and their compatriots in the east are brave and good at fighting, until the use of rifles and firearms. Mass popularization, leading to a reversal of the situation.

The Iser elf who has now naturalized the belief in the Ring of Order, in the impression of the Clovis people, is a decadent dynasty, loves peace, can sing and dance, and is a paradise full of exotic cultures.

Since the success of the "Iron Cross Project", relying on the army and railway transportation to completely control the southern provinces, the Clovis Kingdom has always regarded the Iser Elf Kingdom as the next expansion direction.

Obviously, the chaotic night at St. Isaac's College greatly stimulated the main battle faction in the Privy Council - the failure of the counterattack against the Empire had made these people disappear for a while, but "the elf ambassador is an old god". Things obviously gave them another great opportunity.

And they also have a reason that everyone can't question: It is not a day or two for the Elf Kingdom of Iser to receive military aid from the empire, and the death of the country's diplomatic ambassador in a foreign capital has given the Elf King very good. excuse.

In such a situation, instead of waiting to be declared war by the Iser elf on the pretext of "Ambassador's Revenge", and join forces with the Empire to attack Clovis; it is better to declare war beforehand to avoid becoming passive.

In other words, the war with the Iser elf is already inevitable, and it is only a matter of time whether the war will start... As these messages flashed in his mind, Anson asked politely and softly:

"When will the archbishop come back?"

"I'm not sure, it depends on when the meeting is over - it's possible at the latest in the evening." Sophia looked at him through the mist from the coffee:

"I've asked Angelica to wait for him outside Osteria Palace... Are you in a hurry?"

"You can say that."

Anson twitched the corners of his mouth nervously. He wasn't sure if he should mention a novelist to Sophia. His eyes fell on the thick stack of Clovis Facts beside the table:

"So, you came here specially to wait for your father... Archbishop Luther?"

"Of course." Sophia raised her chin slightly:

"Because of a small accident and careful observation, I discovered a conspiracy that is very likely to endanger the entire city of Clovis!"

"Oh?"

Anson raised his eyebrows "surprisingly".

"It's very unfortunate that when I figured this out, my father had already left for the Royal Palace of Austeria, so he just went straight back to Clovis Cathedral and so on."

Sophia became more and more proud of her words, her dazzling eyes sparkled:

"You can't imagine Anson Bach. In fact, all the clues are in the starting point of our beginning-"Crowe Truth"!"

"That's right~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I can tell you understand by the look on your face; this time everything is still the same as the North Harbor incident five years ago, Draco Wilters, he is invisible to us. Observing in the shadows and corners guides everything, and discovers in time an unprecedented crisis that none of us have seen!"

Anson, who was holding the cup, froze, and his mouth opened uncontrollably on his stunned face.

Sophia, who didn't notice this at all, continued:

"The question now is that I still don't quite know what 'chaos' and 'war' he is referring to, which faction does 'rat' and 'knight' refer to, and why are we wrong? 'We' Who is it?"

"But one thing can be confirmed, that is, the mastermind behind all this must be the old gods who are manipulating all this, just like the last St. Isaac's College, and the last time on the Old Wall Street!"

"So Anson Bach, if you have spare time, you might as well follow this line to find out where our Lord Draco Wilts is now!"

With an extremely comfortable smile after revealing the secret, Sophia slowly set her eyes on Anson's face:

"Well, why do you look so surprised? It's not what you're going to tell my father today, it's about Draco Wilts, right?"

With an awkward smile, Anson looked at Sophia's joking expression and twitched his throat.

A few seconds later, a scream resounded in the Archbishop's study:

"What, you met Draco Wilters?!!"

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