I Will Be The Crowned King

No... no, she's not Lisa.

Although it looks exactly the same at first glance, even the smiles are extremely similar, but they are not the same person... they just look too similar.

After recovering from the shock in ten thousandths of a second, An Sen's eyes quickly became calm, with a little bit of astonishment that he should have been shocked by the voice behind him, and completed the action of "looking back".

"Please... Excuse me, who are you?"

"Talia Rune, you can call me Talia directly." With a toothless smile, the girl raised her skirt with both hands and saluted gracefully.

In the upper-class social occasions of the Clovis Kingdom, women cannot use their first names unless the other party takes the initiative. In the "cheat sheet" headline.

"Good morning, Miss Talia."

The moment the smiling Anson bowed his head and nodded, his eyes swept across the girl's cheeks quietly... The other party could not feel any magic breath, but it might be because the other party was too secretive, after all, even Mace Hornard was becoming a black mage. Later, it took the court thirty years to discover him... He raised his head, pointed to the portrait behind him, and said with a smile:

"I'm very interested in these portraits, so I'm a little fascinated... Is the banquet already started?"

Guests should not easily inquire about the situation of the host's family. The best opening remarks when they don't know what to say is "when will the banquet start".

"No, that's another hour."

The chuckling girl raised her hand to cover her pink lips, and walked towards An Sen with a reserved stroll: "Are you interested in history?"

This is also a standard "Clovis aristocratic courtesy" - often a time for both sides to trumpet the family's long-standing blood connection.

"It can only be regarded as interest." Anson deliberately did not answer, he and the memory of the former Anson basically knew nothing about the history of the Bach family:

"At St Isaac's, that was my favourite subject."

"Oh?"

The girl raised her head and glanced at Anson with shining eyes: "Then... What about Professor Mace Hornard?"

"He's my favorite professor... ever."

An Sen restrained his smile, and sighed while showing a lost expression:

"But now he's become a well-known evil spellcaster, an old **** who destroys the well-being of the Clovis - if it weren't for the church's refusal to publish in order to avoid influence, he would probably have a notoriety by now."

"So now my feelings about professors can only be described as 'complex'."

"I see."

Talia nodded calmly, stood beside Anson, and quietly looked at the portrait of Mace Hornard with him.

"And what about you, Miss Talia?"

An Sen casually said, "Since the Rune family once sponsored the professor, you should have met him... right?"

"I?"

Talia showed a somewhat unexpected expression, which was exactly the same as Lisa's usual appearance, which made Anson almost lost his mind:

"I feel about Mace Hornard...well...like family, maybe?"

"Dear?"

What kind of answer is this, is it a professor or a side branch of the Rune family?

"right."

Talia replied reservedly, and gave the answer in a calm tone:

"Because he's my fiancé."

"Oh I got it."

An Sen, who was suddenly enlightened on the surface, was already turbulent in his heart.

What? !

What did she say? !

fiancé? !

Professor Mace Hornard should have become a Blasphemer Mage 30 years ago, and he was qualified as a teacher at St. Isaac's College even earlier. It was almost forty or fifty years ago, and he should have been killed before he was killed. She was in her early sixties; and this Miss Talia Rune, um, was… underage in any way?

Of course, age is never a problem in marriage in the upper class, and the premise of determining love is the interests of the two families; but with the status of the Rune family, what can Professor Mace Hornard give them?

unless……

"No, you seem to have misunderstood."

Talia shook her head and continued to explain:

"Professor Mace Hornard was named my fiancé by my father. We only met once or twice. We knew each other's existence, but we didn't."

"So I said, I probably feel like family to him."

"Oh, so it is." Anson suddenly realized again.

Like those distant relatives who were only mentioned in the mouths of the elders...almost.

"Then Professor Mace Hornard, why was he selected by your father and received funding from the Rune family?"

Anson continued to attack from the side, trying to extract the information that the other party invited him here from the mouth of Talia beside him.

He can now basically be sure that the other party is really not Lisa - apart from the fact that the other party's eyes and conversation seem to be many times smarter than Lisa, there is another most critical point.

hand.

The opponent's hand is really too slender, the slender weeds that are white enough to even see the blood vessels below, and Lisa's small hands that are very strong because of hunting in the wild, building fortifications, and manipulating rifles and artillery, even with calluses. A world of difference.

Even if the other party can find a blood mage to transform her body, and then ask a black mage to give her psychological hints, some small details of the habit cannot be changed - and Lisa's small habit is that when she relaxes, her hands will not change. Consciously clenched.

"talent."

Talia explained this:

"There are always some people with extraordinary talents in this world, but due to the limitation of objective conditions, they are unable to complete their achievements; for hundreds of years, the Rune family has always been committed to excavating such talents and making them a part of the Rune family. members, get better conditions to achieve their goals.”

"In return, while realizing themselves, they will also put the Rune family in the first place, so that the Lund Manor and the Rune family will continue forever."

It turns out that this is why Professor Mace Hornard can become a black mage, and is so low-key in Clovis City, yet still has a huge power... Anson said silently in his heart.

Relying on the ubiquitous financial resources and influence of the Rune family, he can indeed reach the top society of the Clovis Kingdom as an ordinary professor, and reach a cooperative relationship with the nobles who are also old and inclined to the old gods. In turn, use the other party for your own use.

In this way, the other party did not kill him but left an invitation card, because Mace Hornard has lost value to them, so they have to find another talented person...

"But the reason for inviting you to be a guest is not because of these."

……Hey?

Not because of this?

An Sen, who was suddenly stunned, had the illusion of being choked by the other party, and even forgot how to continue the topic.

"Please do not misunderstand my words, Your Excellency Anson Bach."

Talia looked sideways slightly, her eyes swept from the oil painting to Anson's expression:

"I don't mean to belittle you by saying this. In fact, on the contrary, you mean more to the Rune family than the people hanging on these walls."

"What's that for?"

An Sen, who restrained his smile, asked a little seriously.

Is it finally time to get to the point? The courtesies between these ancient nobles always make him feel that the other party deliberately drags words... time.

"It's almost time for lunch."

Talia changed the conversation, but still did not answer Anson's question directly, with a kind smile: "How about we still sit first, and then eat and chat?"

"……Okay."

Resisting the urge to question the other party, An Sen smiled.

This is the manor of the Rune family... Even if Roman can support him and escape from the outside of the manor, it is impossible for him and himself to escape the pursuit of a blasphemous mage; there are more than 20,000 acres in this area and the outskirts of Clovis City. In private territory, the Church of Order and the Inquisition cannot pose any threat to the blasphemous mage.

You must exercise restraint and find opportunities to ask Lisa's whereabouts.

Following the figure of the petite girl, the two came to a dining room composed of white marble and red and black curtains. The butler Otto and two rows of six male servants were already waiting in the dining room; The shadow of the inner fire, and the crystal chandelier overhead, make the room feel like midnight.

The moment he entered the door, Anson's eyes fell on the dining table very naturally; the dining table was covered with white tablecloths and decorated with candlesticks and flowers, but there were only two chairs.

"Where are the others?" Anson asked softly with doubts on his face, and his nerves could not help tense.

Even though the other party only invited herself, she wouldn't be the only one in the huge Rune family, right?

Talia looked back at Anson with a slightly amused expression:

"Do you want a lot of people to dine with you?"

"...Not at all."

An Sen shook his head slightly, walked to the table with the other party's smile, and a bloodless servant stepped forward to serve him at the table.

"Otto, how long until lunch time?" Talia smiled and looked at the housekeeper.

"There is still half an hour, but the kitchen is all ready." Otto bowed and said:

"If you need it, you can do it now."

"Then let's serve food - it's been a hundred years since the saints calendar, so don't stick to the red tape of the past."

"As ordered."

Soon, the servants with all kinds of delicacies followed one after another - the tender veal steak drenched in black pepper sauce; stewed in fine wine, the blood-red pan-fried foie gras; melted in your mouth , Sweet and Delicate Mushroom Beef Soup with Egg...  

According to the reminder of the little secretary, after using the main knife to put a small piece of baked snail into his mouth, Anson put the tableware in his hand and glanced at Talia who was holding a glass of liqueur.

"Can you tell me now why you invited me to this luncheon?"

"Relax, Your Excellency Anson Bach, relax."

Talia, who was shaking the glass, said softly, with a sweet smile on her tender cheeks: "The purpose of inviting you to be a guest is to have an unforgettable experience in Lund Manor and a carefree comfort."

"Mace Hornard is dead, and there is no one in this manor who will have even the slightest hostility towards you."

"Thank you." Anson smiled slightly:

"But if you could answer my questions, or tell my sister about Lisa Bach's whereabouts, I would be very grateful for that."

"Lisa...Lisa August."

Talia gave Anson a meaningful look: "You care about her?"

"Of course." An Sen said without hesitation, his eyes gradually became solemn:

"She's my sister."

"But she is not a blood relative, just an orphan you picked up on the battlefield of Thunder Fort."

Shaking her head, Talia continued to ask, "Why do you care so much about an orphan?"

"She's my sister," Anson repeated.

Talia blinked: "Just because of this?"

"Because of this."

"Is there no other reason? She is August's bloodline, and she may even be the only descendant of this ancient blood magic apostle, who has the possibility of allowing you or your descendants to evolve to a higher level... Could it be that you Did you really have any intention of doing this?"

"I'm not interested in that."

"Well... maybe."

Talia's smile became more playful, and a malicious light flashed in her slightly narrowed eyes:

"But the one who exposed her August blood identity and became Mace Hornard's target... was you."

Anson was silent, a mistake he could not deny.

"Mace Hornard, or... the Black Mage." Talia, whose eyes were flickering, lifted her glass and sipped softly:

"He used to be one of the most promising young men of the Rune family, who was regarded by my father as one of the most promising young men; relying on his brains and skills, the old belief in the old gods that had long since disappeared in Clovis revived; the old gods... Take a place in the upper Clovis once."

"And this close cooperation ended when a young lieutenant colonel brought his 'lovely sister' to Clovis City."

Talia winked at Anson:

"The first time he saw Lisa August, he saw that she looked almost exactly like me, and that he had learned about 'August' from a lieutenant colonel who had accidentally 'slipped' 'This surname, dug out the origins behind this bloodline, as well as the blood magic apostle who fell thousands of years ago."

"From that moment on, he completely betrayed the Rune family."

呲!

Like the sound of something shattering, An Sen raised his eyes inadvertently, his expression stunned.

Standing behind the girl, the bloodless male servants, the skin on their faces and the hair on the top suddenly began to fall off in large chunks, and the muscles on their faces were necrotic and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This this……

"There is a rule not to become between the ancient old gods' families - if one family defeats the other, it must turn all the remaining blood relatives of the other party into a member of their own family."

The smiling Talia didn't seem to see Anson's expression, and continued:

"Mace Hornard... He speculates that she is most likely the lost blood of August because of the similarity in appearance between Lisa and me, and then from the information about Rune and August The records revealed the origin of the two families, and found the truth that made him overjoyed."

"That's right~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Defeated Lisa's ancestor August, and all the apostles he and his family took as their own, is my father... Rune."

"And I am the heir to the next generation of the Rune family who has two bloodlines... Talia Rune."

"Occasionally known as Talia August Rune."

"Lisa, my sister by blood."

pat!

The withered and necrotic eyeballs fell from the completely rotten eye sockets, rolling and touching the feet of An Sen, who was completely stunned.

"So do you understand the reason why we must entertain and express our gratitude to you-for helping to find the family blood relatives and protecting her benefactor from the traitors, the Rune family owes you a favor that will never be repaid."

Talia raised the exquisite goblet and toasted Anson enthusiastically:

"Welcome to Lund Manor, welcome to the real world of old gods connected by blood, Your Excellency Anson Bach!"