I Will Be The Crowned King

Under the "persuasion" of Lieutenant Colonel Roman, a novelist finally escaped the fate of being "killed by random guns" and met the commander of the Southern Legion while he was still alive.

Of course, in a cell.

Of course, the Southern Corps in the rapid march could not have such a luxury as a prison cart, but this did not prevent the soldiers of the Grenadier regiment from exerting their ingenuity - digging a half-person-high deep pit, and then surrounding it with a wooden fence. Get up, and finally seal the top, this "temporary prison" is complete.

Not ventilated, not facing the sun, small space, damp and stuffy, warm in summer and cool in winter, you can also be bitten by mosquitoes, pierced by barbs and rusty iron nails on the wooden fence, and enjoy the joy of tetanus with a high probability...

After being beaten by the grenadiers, Draco, who stripped his clothes and bundled them into dumplings, officially moved into this "single-room suite" tailored for him.

"Good evening, Your Excellency Draco Wilters."

Outside the cell, the expressionless Ludwig looked down at the novelist with a smirk, "Is it a habit to live?"

"If you're not used to it, I can ask the sappers to make you a better one."

"No no no... No! No, you are too polite!"

Draco, who was covered in cold sweat, shook his head quickly, trying to squeeze out a stiff smile of "don't kill me, I'm kind" on his face. His eyes full of desire for survival looked clear and pure, making this man look like he was already in his thirties. The old smoker seems to have suddenly turned into an innocent and lovely teenager:

"I'm so, so good now!"

"Really?" Ludwig's mouth showed a mocking arc.

"Really, especially true!"

Draco nodded quickly and said that the speed is so fast and the frequency is so high that it can even make people suspect that he is actually a genius who has awakened the power of blood.

Especially now that more than a dozen grenadier infantrymen were standing around the cell, with a bayonet rifle against his head and back and chest.

"Really." Ludwig nodded, looked sideways slightly and glanced at Roman who was behind him, and after confirming, he turned his eyes back to this guy who was disgusting at first glance.

For some reason, at the first sight of the novelist, Ludwig was full of disgust for this guy.

Of course, this is definitely not because of the brother's natural hatred for the object of his sister's worship - at least Ludwig will not admit it, nor does he think so - but at first glance, you know that this person is definitely the kind of person Unprincipled guy.

Unscrupulous to achieve the goal, there is no lower limit, do not know what loyalty and dignity are, the more chaos is, the more like a duck to water... Respecting this kind of thing is the most shameful waste.

Like Anson Bach, although occasionally... well, occasionally using some informal means for victory and profit, at least he never does things that go against his principles, and he keeps his promises, has a sense of honor, and is full of loyalty to the kingdom... in In Ludwig's eyes, it belongs to the type that "can also be rescued and cooperated with all efforts".

Draco Wilters...that's totally useless.

"Speak." Ludwig said coldly:

"It took a lot of trouble to come to me, and I specially got my Grenadier regiment commander first; you...should have a lot to say."

"Yes yes yes yes!" The bruised novelist nodded again quickly, looking at the commander-in-chief with a somewhat pleasing expression:

"Actually... in a word, in a word."

"A word?" Ludwig, with a "surprised" expression, repeated without emotion.

"Yes, one sentence."

Draco nodded affirmatively, and suddenly said seriously: "Run!"

"Don't bring anything, and don't go back to the cliff fortress! Get a horse and return to Eagle Point City immediately, be fast, must be fast!"

"It's too late, it's really too late!"

His tone was very urgent, and his expression was even more solemn, making people seem to feel the slightest fear in his eyes.

The atmosphere around the cell suddenly became serious.

Ludwig hoped for his clear "sincere eyes" and said nothing.

After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"That's it?"

"Ah...ah! Yes, that's it!" Draco hurriedly agreed, and said with all his might:

"This is it."

"Nothing else to say?"

"Should be... gone."

"Okay."

Ludwig nodded slightly and turned to look at Roman:

"When he's done talking, kill him."

"Ugh?!"

Draco was stunned for a moment, and saw Ludwig turn and leave, and suddenly there was a dozen people pulling the bolts around his head!

At that moment, the icy chill rose from the soles of his feet, and rushed directly to the Tianling Gai along the spine, making him shudder all over his body, thumping violently like a dying fish on a chopping board:

"Wait! I'm telling the truth, it's all true and not a single lie!"

"I do not care!"

Ludwig turned around abruptly, his expressionless face exuding bursts of killing intent, staring at the novelist who was "moving vigorously" in the cell:

"You want to threaten me?"

"Don't dare!" Draco with wide eyes shook his head quickly:

"Absolutely not!"

Ludwig snorted contemptuously: "Is it the truth?"

"It's true!" Draco said as if his neck was cramping:

"Absolutely dare not lie!"

"Don't dare?!"

"No! Will not lie, only tell the truth!"

"Then tell the truth!"

"To be honest... to be honest..." Draco, whose face was trembling, was stared at by Ludwig, and suddenly he was a little breathless:

"The truth is...that they are coming!"

Ludwig continued to ask, "Who is here?!"

"They!" Draco twitched his throat hard:

"The Thirteenth Council...the elf of Iser...the old gods!"

The moment the voice fell, Ludwig's pupils shrank suddenly.

The surrounding soldiers were stunned for a while, and then either looked inexplicable, or froze in place, or their eyes were shocked... The atmosphere suddenly became chaotic.

"Everyone, come back to the team!"

After a brief absence, Ludwig, who had recovered from his astonishment, immediately gave an order to the soldiers: "Give you ten minutes, return to your respective camps, and are not allowed to discuss the lies of the traitors of this kingdom with anyone, do you hear me? !"

"Yes--!!!!"

The soldiers immediately "like receiving amnesty", quickly formed the team, and trotted out of the prison.

Looking at the distant backs of the soldiers, the commander-in-chief with a cold face did not slowly turn his eyes to Roman, who was behind him until they completely disappeared from his sight:

"Did you know it from the beginning?"

The head of the grenadier regiment, who pursed his lips tightly, had a slightly complicated expression. After a few seconds of Ludwig's gaze, he nodded slightly and lowered his head apologetically.

Ludwig, who sighed heavily, his face became ugly, and he swept his eyes to Draco again - even if the smile on his face made him nauseous enough to vomit:

"What else do you know?"

"How much do you want to hear?" The novelist's throat twitched again:

"Probably still detailed, I'm honestly running out of time!"

"Detailed." Ludwig paused, and then added:

"But be more general, don't talk nonsense."

"clear!"

Draco agreed, full of desire to survive:

"The whole incident can be traced back to the forty-seventh year of the saint's calendar. The second public order meeting was held in that year, and the Yisel elves converted to the ring of order. That year..."

"Say the point!" Ludwig drew his gun directly and stabbed the novelist in the head.

"The point is that our Truth Society and the Thirteenth Council have collapsed!" Draco was so frightened that he shuddered again:

"The original agreement was to overthrow the elf king and the church's influence in Iser, but now they want to elect a new king who believes in the old god, and they have to defeat Clovis, unify the vast land, and let the Iser elf once again. great!"

"Your truth club?"

"It's a non-profit organization that is not worth mentioning, with only a few people, and is enthusiastic about public welfare." Sweat drops on Draco's face like a waterfall:

"We don't believe in the Empire's 'special theory of human beings', nor do we think that human beings must be superior to other races, and that the fate of the Iser elves is also..."

"What is your relationship with Saint Isaac?" Ludwig interrupted coldly:

"Don't forget, my father is Archbishop Clovis - do you think I don't know what the Truth Society is?"

"It just happened to hit the name."

Draco was even more panicked: "All in all... We have reached an agreement that when the Clovis army defeats the Guards of the Elf King Iser, the nobles of the Iser Elf will rebel against the Elven King's rule, and they will be rebellious. It is up to the Clovis to conquer the royal court, thus ending the war."

"And our small, non-profit public welfare organization will help the Thirteenth Council to cover up their actions during the rebellion, which are likely to be seized by the church forces, and prevent the Church of Order from finding a way to intervene in this war. Let them come to power calmly and rule the Elven kingdom of Iser."

"Then...they went back on it."

Draco's expression twitched: "Because of some small 'accidents', they suddenly decided not to overthrow the Elf King, but to continue to deepen cooperation with the Empire and completely defeat the Kingdom of Clovis; those of us who are not worth mentioning The 'public welfare organization' was kicked away casually."

"What accident?" Ludwig asked.

"It's not very clear... They don't trust me anymore, it's impossible to reveal this kind of secret."

Draco replied cautiously: "I guess... I guess, it may be due to internal power dumping and other reasons that allowed some more radical leaders to come to power, and overturned all the previous decisions in one go, intending to use The most direct and violent method is to reproduce the power of the Thirteenth Council before the forty-seventh year of the Saint Calendar, that is to say..."

"I know what the Thirteenth Council is!" Ludwig interrupted again.

The novelist immediately shut up, not daring to say another word.

Trouble, things are really troublesome.

As the son of the Archbishop, Ludwig certainly knew exactly what it meant for the Thirteenth Council to intervene in the war.

The "Second Public Order Conference" in the forty-seventh year of the saint's calendar caused the Church of Order to lose its authority to intervene in secular affairs - but only if it had nothing to do with faith.

Once heretics and infidels are involved, some fanatics and inquisitions of the Church of Order will rush forward like sharks that smell blood!

This is not meant to be ironic, but as a highly close-knit organization, the rich and powerful Church of Order certainly cannot truly let go of secular authority - this point was also emphasized by his father Luther. Like himself, he is constantly trying to interfere with the finances of the Clovis Kingdom.

Once the dispute between the two countries turns into a religious matter, the war is not as easy to resolve as it seems, and it is likely to turn into a political event; especially in response to the invasion of the empire, the Kingdom of Clovis is in urgent need of obtaining a church In terms of financial support, once the church is determined to intervene, the current Clovis does not dare to defy it.

The only question is, why is the Thirteenth Council so stupid to think that the Empire will fight the Church for them?

The war of sectarian division was a matter of hundreds of years ago. Whether voluntary or forced, all sects have been integrated into the church system of order. They have the most cutting-edge knowledge and research in the world, and have the only system that can circulate in the entire world of order. The monetary system controls the supreme voice...

What kind of madness did the Emperor Herid of the empire have to do to send his head for a group of old gods of Isir?

Even if he agreed, would the knight lords agree?

Ludwig was very puzzled by this, and even if he broke his head, he couldn't understand what the gang of Iser elves were going to do.

"Lord Draco Wilters, I have another question."

"I must know everything!"

The novelist tied into a zongzi is as well-behaved as a teacup cat—and he is a teacup cat in his thirties who likes to smoke~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Of course, Ludwig is not interested in this.

"Why do you want me to run away?"

"Because they are going to launch a raid on you tonight." Draco's eyes suddenly became eager:

"This was a plan made a long time ago, at about the same time as the Janissary's fiasco at Eagle Point - they brought you and... another commander of the Southern Legion..."

"Anson Bach?"

"Yes, it is Colonel Anson Bach, who is regarded as the biggest obstacle to the power of the Thirteenth Council, so he organized a raid against the Southern Legion and you personally!"

"Of course, I know that you are a very good commander, and the soldiers under your command are all absolute elites. You will never be afraid of a group of despicable Iser elves in frontal combat; but this time it is really not In the same way, they have indeed prepared for a long time, and they have some... er... things that they didn't have before!"

"I don't know what's going on in Hantu, but right now they are definitely concentrating most of the power of the Thirteenth Council - including the army and spellcasters, to carry out sneak attacks, just today!"

Draco, who was talking about this, was suddenly stunned, and looked up at the night "outside the house": "What time is it now?!"

Roman, who was standing behind Ludwig, took out his pocket watch: "Twenty-fifty-five."

"So it's almost nine o'clock?" The novelist who blurted out suddenly gasped:

"Uh...if that's the case..."

"So what?"

"Just...I don't think you need to run, because they already..."

"boom--!!!!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden-red light lit up the night.

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