I Will Be The Crowned King

When the last person's figure and footsteps disappeared outside the door, the excitement and madness on the black mage's face disappeared, and the scarlet pupils were calm and sharp.

"Perfect speech, Professor."

With his hands behind his back, Bron walked out of the shadows behind the chair, looking at the black mage with icy blue eyes, refilling his glass with a reverent smile:

"The guards in the inner city will soon face a surprise."

"They're just being carried away by the interests of the victory... Just a group of thugs is not enough to accomplish our real goal."

The black mage gently pointed out the mistakes of his students:

"By the time the riots officially start, death and the buckshot of the flintlock gun will quickly calm them down and turn them back into hyenas looking for bones in the sewers, and a hyena is unbelievable."

"And you didn't pin your hopes on them, did you?"

Bloane put down the bottle: "What we need them to do is to cause chaos and damage to the inner city as much as possible, and that's it."

"As for whether these people are alive or dead, it doesn't make any difference."

"Exactly."

The Black Mage drank it all, and a little wine stain oozes out from the corner of his mouth:

"Compared with our goals and even the grand plan of the old gods, the lives of these people are not worth mentioning at all; let alone all of them are worth less to us than Anson Bach alone."

The dismissive tone was completely unable to conceal the surprise in Mace Hornard's words.

Bloane remained silent on this point, and it was a surprise that Anson Bach was able to obtain actual control of the Clovis Cathedral from Luther Franz; from what he knew, the general manager The bishop is extremely cautious, and it is impossible to trust someone to this level.

"Could this be a trap?" Bronn asked softly.

"You mean that Anson Bach has betrayed me?"

"No, but Luther Franz probably deliberately used Anson to deceive you and ambush the people of the Inquisition in the church."

"Of course there is such a possibility, especially since my identity has been exposed." Mace Hornard sneered:

"But on the other hand, this is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - with the help of the riots in Clovis City, the religious judgment in the city will be wiped out!"

Bronny opened his eyes slightly, and his expressionless face revealed a flash of surprise:

"I really didn't expect you to be thinking about such a radical idea?"

"No, dear Bron, this is not a 'radical idea', this is a gamble." Mace Hornard's eyes were unparalleled and solemn:

"Now that my identity has been exposed, I am afraid of St. Isaac's College's status in the Church of Order, and that they have not yet known my details and dare not act easily, but such vigilance has a time limit."

"The fact that there is an old **** organization in Clovis City is well known at the top and the bottom; once the situation expands, Luther Franz will not be able to withstand the pressure from the Holy City of the Church of Order... The action is a matter of time."

Shaking his head, Mace Hornard played with the empty wine glass, and the remaining blood-red liquid swayed up and down in the transparent glass wall:

"On the other hand, this time is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - March 1st, only on that day, we will have the opportunity to get the "Great Magic Book" and the legendary August bloodline at the same time!"

"Once we get these two treasures, we will no longer have to stay in this city shrouded in smoke and stench, we can abandon our past identities and rise again from the shadows!"

Bron nodded. From the professor's tone, he already knew the other party's determination, and there was no need to continue discussing the matter:

"Then where are we going?"

"Let's go to the north, Ice Dragon Fjord." The Black Mage said decisively:

"It was a Clovis colony, and the infiltration of the Church of Order there was still very weak; and there was a certain foundation of heretical beliefs in the area. As long as you were careful, the establishment of power would not be easy to detect."

"The most important thing is that the Apostles of the Three Old Gods are almost all concentrated on the continents of the Old World; once I found a way to ascend, in the style of blood vendettas between families of casters in the Dark Ages, it was definitely not enthusiasm that greeted us hug."

"The fuse that detonated Clovis has been ignited by us, and an unprecedented storm will soon sweep the entire old world; and we will accumulate strength in the new world and return at the most opportune time."

Mace Hornard said, the rising flames of enthusiasm already ignited in his pupils.

The silent Bron lowered his humble head, wise, powerful, and always so ambitious... This is the reason why he is still willing to serve Mace Hornard after learning that he is an old god.

He followed the footsteps of the black mage and left, and the gorgeous and gloomy room was burned to ashes by the purple flames floating on the chandelier with the pace of the two of them.

When the two left and a nearby homeless man accidentally pushed open the door, there was only one scorched and abandoned ruins here.

…………

Red Brick Street, Clovis Cathedral.

With his hands on his back, Anson strode through the prayer hall covered with dish-colored glass, and the heavy doors opened one by one in front of him; there were always believers who came to pray and go to the bank, the deacons of the cathedral and the nuns. , cast a strange look at the military uniform on him and the little clerk who followed him.

An excited Ellen Dawn held his leather bag full of documents, and he hung the golden door key of Clovis Cathedral directly on his chest, holding his head high, and trotting along behind Anson.

After receiving the full authority of Luther Franz, Anson did not delay - the entire storm regiment moved from Whitehall Street that afternoon to fully arm Clovis Cathedral.

As the belief center and financial center of the entire Clovis Kingdom, Clovis Cathedral covers a huge area; it is not only a large palace-level building itself, but the annexed buildings even cover the entire Red Brick Street and even the neighboring buildings. Two streets before and after.

With more than 800 people in the storm group, let alone filling these rooms, even if every building is set up as a garrison, 8,000 people are not enough.

Therefore, we must concentrate our forces and fortify the most core areas.

According to the memory of "Former Anson" in the Military Academy and the southern fortress and the experience of Thunder Fort, first of all, barricades and outposts were set up on Red Brick Street and the two adjacent streets to implement the blockade.

Second, there are plenty of improvised bunkers and makeshift artillery battalions all over the street; it's not just about giving the soldiers enough cover against many times their number of insurgents - the storm regiments, which lack veterans, are generally only able to shoot in the opposite direction. In order to maintain morale - better able to use these obstacles when retreating, to divert the crowd like a flood.

Set up shooting ports on the top floors of all buildings for sniping and launching grenades; even an elite army will be shaken and feared just like shooting from high altitude projectiles; even if the real damage is very poor, it is very bad for morale. considerable.

In the end, the entire Clovis Cathedral was fully reinforced and renovated: once the situation went unpredictable, it had to be forced to withdraw into the interior of the cathedral, and some important trade-offs still needed to be made.

The answer given by Luther Franz was that, except for the underground vault, all ground buildings could be abandoned if necessary.

Pushing open the main door of the prayer hall room, the largest room in the Clovis Cathedral has its entire face: a map of Clovis City and the surrounding Red Brick Street hangs on the wall, and the corners on both sides are neatly arranged. All the ammunition boxes of various types were piled up neatly, and all the benches were placed on one side, and together with the collected medicines, they were used as a temporary field hospital.

Sophia, holding a folder in her hand, was standing in the center of the hall, and the little maid Angelica and Lisa were grimace happily—since the incident at St. Isaac's College ended, the two of them have been special. hit it off.

"My father asked me to give it to you."

Sophia expressionlessly handed the document to Anson: "This is a special approval document that allows you to directly use the entire budget of the Storm Mission without any formal approval."

"Sign your name and give it to any deacon of the Church of Order, and they will put the money in front of you within fifteen minutes."

"thanks."

With a chuckle, An Sen nodded, and handed the received documents to the little secretary behind him. At the same time, he looked at the girl's lonely face with a bit of astonishment:

"Is there anything else?"

Sophia shook her head. It didn't seem like she planned to speak or leave. She stood on the spot with no expression on her face. Her calm eyes completely lost the calmness and restraint of the past, and her face seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds.

Hmm... It's the same as when Ludwig Franz suddenly received an order to retreat in front of the siege position of Fort Thunder.

This family is really carved out of a mold... An Sen, who was deeply embarrassed by the atmosphere, squeezed a smile in front of him, deliberately pretended to think of it suddenly, and said:

"By the way, about Draco Wilters, the answer was too hasty last time, so I didn't tell you something, and he is probably right now..."

"What's the point of that?!"

The girl suddenly raised her head and roared at An Sen, "Even if I know what I can change now, what can I do?!"

The shrill voice stirred under the dome of the hall, and the people who came and went around were either stunned by fright, or stood there curiously and looked over here.

The little secretary who was startled hid directly behind An Sen, pursing his mouth tightly and not daring to come out.

"…Feel sorry."

In just a moment, Sophia's expression returned to calm again, but her gloomy complexion still couldn't hide her loneliness: "I'm just a little... a little..."

"I understand."

An Sen comforted without changing his face, but apparently this level of "comfort" was of no use to Sophia. The depressed girl gave him a light glance:

"Nothing else, I'll go first."

"I'll send you a carriage." Anson suggested.

"No, I can just pull up a taxi by myself."

"Then I'll take you out."

"…thanks."

"you are welcome."

The two turned and left the prayer hall. Lisa, who was beside her, tried to follow, but was stopped by Angelica and Ellen Dawn.

When she was about to walk to the street, the girl looked back and motioned Anson to stop with her eyes. She walked to the street alone and waved to the passing carriage.

"I'm very sorry, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach."

The little maid who took small steps along the way stood beside An Sen and whispered with an apologetic expression:

"Miss Sophia has been fluctuating a little over the past two days because of what happened that afternoon; I apologize for any rudeness."

"It's okay, it's understandable." An Sen chuckled and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

But the little maid let out a long sigh and looked at Sophia's back with melancholy eyes:

"Actually, Miss Sophia has always been very clear about what she means to the Franz family; Lord Luther can give her a lot of doting, but he will never let her really touch the family business."

"But she has never given up her efforts, and has been doing her best to prove to Master Luther that she is loyal to the family, which is no less than the talent of Master Ludwig; but the more she is eager to show, the more difficult it is to get Master Luther's talent. If you agree, the bigger the blow you get..."

The little maid sighed endlessly. An Sen, who was completely uninterested in these family conflicts and father-daughter conflicts, could only keep a heavy expression and listen with a good attitude.

After a full minute, An Sen, whose seconds were like years, finally couldn't help but interrupt:

"I think these problems are still in Clovis's tradition - modern women have the right to work independently and inherit property, but the whole society is still looking at her with the eyes of the dark age... uh... you."

"That's it, you are so right!" The little maid's eyes lit up:

"Angelica has met a lot of these guys, and every one of them seems to be living in the dark ages; every time Lord Luther sends Miss Sophia and Angelica to deal with these people, their expressions ...Mmmmmmm... It's like being humiliated!"

The little maid had an expression of gnashing her teeth, and the little fan circle clenched her hatred tightly and waved in front of her.

"But you won't be like this, Your Excellency Anson Bach, you are the first officer Angelica has ever seen who doesn't look down on women! It's really fun chatting with you today, and you can continue if you have the opportunity in the future. eh—Angelica has many friends, and Miss Sophia's salon, and they will definitely welcome you!"

No, I still don't want to be a "friend of women" so much... Looking at the little maid's shining eyes, the smiling Anson twitched his throat:

"Of course."

"Thank you so much!"

The little maid showed a sweet smile, and suddenly pointed to the other end of the street and shouted, "Ah, a carriage is coming!"

Anson looked in the direction she pointed, and on the slightly empty street, a taxi that looked brand new was approaching the cathedral unhurriedly.

On weekdays, the Red Brick Street is very crowded and prosperous, but now because of the martial law, it seems a lot deserted... Probably seeing Sophia standing on the side of the road waving, the young coachman driving a carriage slightly accelerated.

An Sen let out a long sigh of relief, and waved to Angeli, who was trotting towards Sophia all the way with Silver Bell, preparing to go back to wait for the people from the courthouse to come back and discuss the next plan.

Just as he turned around, a sharp stinging pain came from his heart, and An Sen's body froze in astonishment.

This is... is there a spellcaster nearby?

Right at Clovis Cathedral?

An Sen, who instantly guessed something, turned his head sharply and stared at the young driver who was driving:

"Sophia, get down!"