I Will Be The Crowned King

Looking at the smiling Talia, Anson couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

The girl's words reveal at least two pieces of information:

The Rune family already knows the situation in the Eastern battlefield, and they have other news channels besides themselves - of course, this is nonsense.

The church has taken action against the actions of the Thirteenth Council, and is about to intervene in the "Isir Punishment War", and has obtained the "acquiescence" of the Rune family.

Even though he knew it was going to happen, it still made him shudder.

"Dear Anson, you don't seem to be happy." Talia noticed the strangeness that flashed in his eyes:

"Are you sympathizing with your enemy, or do you think the Rune family, your fiancee... is too ruthless?"

"Absolutely not!"

An Sen, who didn't even think about it, immediately and categorically denied it: "I'm just curious, the Church of Order... will they also consult other old gods' ideas on this kind of thing?"

"Of course not." Talia shook her head, and there was a hint of mockery on her innocent and lovely smile:

"But these blasphemers like to watch dog bite dog, and let the old gods fight against each other, so as to reduce the threat to them, and still not let their spotless white gloves stain with blood."

Dog bites dog?

Anson raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively, "You mean... those old gods who hate elves?"

"Dear Anson, you can always give me a lot of surprises." Talia smiled:

"The hatred of elven spellcasters...how to say, has a rather long history in Clovis, and to a certain extent overlaps with the struggle between Clovis and Ysiel in the past few hundred years. "

"Therefore, although the earliest proponent of this theory has nothing to do with Clovis, it is very influential in Clovis's relatively old spellcaster family and some old **** groups."

Understand, this is new hatred plus old hatred.

Clovis is a very young emerging power. What is an "emerging" power? It was the time when she became really strong, that is, the last hundred years or so.

Before that, she had always been in a state of being repeatedly ravaged by various powerful countries, or killing each other.

The impact of this history on ordinary Clovis people is that on the one hand, they feel that they can be on an equal footing with the empire, or at least the principalities of the empire; degree of rigidity.

The deliberate imitation of imperial etiquette is seen as high and noble, while the rigid adherence to Clovisian tradition is...well...because the Clovis are too short-lived and have few "traditions" to stick to.

For the Clovis Old School, the feelings of "weakness" and "loneliness" are even stronger.

Regardless of the oppression of the Church of Order, the Iser elves moved eastward, and the "Crowe region" in the current sense is the region they must conquer; with the elves' theory that "blood is everything", the old human gods are under their rule You can imagine what kind of treatment you can get.

It is not difficult to understand why the theory of "elves stealing the power of the three old gods" has such a market among the Clovis old gods; Clovis' spellcasters will really be desperate, and the Thirteenth Council will kill you to the death.

And the church... all they need to think about is how to end it when both sides are almost dead.

Really good calculus.

"So, what about the Rune family?"

After thinking about it clearly, An Sen came back to his senses and said to Talia carefully: "Your father...how did you think about this?"

"My father has no ill will towards all the old gods, including the Thirteenth Council...but he can't talk about any kindness." Talia smiled:

"Becoming 'apostles' spellcasters, their thoughts will gradually become out of touch with us over a long time; they will try to maintain a part of the way of thinking similar to ours, but how much, even they themselves cannot guarantee of."

"So accepting this is my decision."

"And I think it's good for the Rune family to accept the goodwill from the Church of Order and remain neutral - and more importantly, it's also good for you, dear Anson."

She looked at Anson, her soft eyes became a little excited: "Take advantage of this opportunity, dear Anson, you can not only change the current situation and move towards victory, but also get rid of the shackles and become a true leader."

"Talia can't help but get excited when she thinks that her fiancé is about to become the hero and savior of this war, bringing shame to both the Army and the Franz family!"

"Speaking of the Franz family, I saw her at a charity party some time ago." Talia suddenly changed the conversation, her eyes were thoughtful:

"Sophia Franz."

Um? !

The shocked Anson suddenly became alert, but his expression remained the same: "Oh?"

"She was organizing a charity sale at the time, and most of the auctions were Anson's trophies." Talia is still so cute with a strong and gentle tone:

"Talia can see that she cares a lot about whether she can help you."

"Really?" An Sen smiled indifferently, his eyes did not waver:

"I always thought she and I were just using each other."

"Mutual use?"

"Yes, I need an investor, and she needs someone who can help her out of Ludwig Franz's influence."

"No... anything else?" Talia blinked.

Anson looked confused: "Like?"

"……nothing."

Talia smiled softly: "Anson is Talia's fiance and Lisa's brother; Talia has enough confidence that she will not lose to an archbishop's daughter."

Anson also smiled: "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"It doesn't matter, Anson doesn't need to know this, Anson only needs to know that he is a member of the Rune family, that's enough." Talia shook her little head:

"What Anson has to do is to become a hero to Clovis, and leave the rest to Talia."

The girl's words were filled with deep love.

The love that makes Anson creepy.

……………………

Iron Bell Fort, outside the Deputy Commander's (temporary) room.

After sending away the dejected and dejected Archduke Mist again, the little secretary slowly retracted his gaze, took out his pocket watch from his jacket, and the pointer stopped at 6:29.

One more minute.

Alan Dawn said silently, while orderly cleaning up the documents and sundries on the table, he began to count the seconds in his heart, and his clear eyes stared at the closed door in front of him without blinking.

"boom!"

Just as he silently counted from sixty to one, the dark figure slammed open the door.

Alan, who was sitting behind the desk, smiled and looked at Leno Emmanuel, who rushed into the room, and politely placed a glass of mulled wine poured one and a half minutes ago in front of him.

The gloomy little Reno did not "notice" the other party's politeness, and stared at the little secretary with a frown:

"Where is Anson Bach?!"

"The deputy commander is currently resting and refuses to meet anyone." The little secretary said with a formulaic smile:

"If you really need to meet the deputy commander, you can sign and file here; as soon as the deputy commander leaves the room, I will report it to him immediately; you see, besides you, there are grenadiers on the list now. Corps Commander Fabien, Chief of Staff Karl, Archduke Mist and Heir Lai..."

"boom!"

Before Allen could finish speaking, Lenore punched the list: "I'm going to see him now! Now!"

"It's impossible." The little secretary still said with a straight face:

"I am the clerk of Lord Anson Bach, and as long as I have not been dismissed, it is impossible for you to see Lord Deputy Commander without an appointment - this is not in line with the rules."

Not in compliance with the rules... Leno's cheeks twitched slightly, he took a deep breath, and looked at the little secretary with anger:

"Listen, I have a very important piece of information to tell An... Your Excellency Deputy Commander, very important! This matter is not only related to the land, but also to the interests of the Kingdom of Clovis and his own, and even life and death!"

"So you tell me now, when exactly is he out, or where exactly is he now because we really don't have time, understand?!"

"Understood." The young man nodded slightly:

"I understand your mood at this moment very well, and I understand the importance of the matter. In fact... you are not even the first to come here for this matter."

Um? !

Reno looked surprised: "Then why hasn't he come forward yet?!"

"I don't know." The little secretary shook his head: "I'm just a humble, not worth mentioning secretary."

"But I think that since the Deputy Commander refuses to come forward, there may be his own considerations in this... What do you think?"

Alan Dawn raised his head and winked at him.

Lenore fell silent.

To be honest, even though he intuitively told him that the little clerk in front of him was just fooling himself, for some reason, Reno still felt guilty for a while.

Not to himself, but to his father, Duke Aiden.

As the second person in the world to know him - the first being Duke Aiden himself - Renaud knew exactly what kind of fellow his father was; in the dictionary of the Emmanuel family, perfidious and despicable , are praise words that often appear in the biography of the dukes of the past dynasties.

The Principality of Aiden is located in the westernmost part of the vast land, guarding the first line of defense against the empire; once the empire really made up its mind to launch an invasion, Reno… really wasn't very confident about what his father would choose.

Normally, Reno would not care about it, but now the vast land has changed from the Seven Cities Alliance to the Three Kingdoms Alliance, and the eastern and central parts are firmly in the hands of the two grand duchies of Mist and Thun.

And these two countries, one is Anson's relatives and allies, and the other has been completely reduced to his vassals and lackeys.

If you want to say "outsider", it's really only Aiden.

Now the little clerk told himself that Anson Bach he...probably already knew about that.

Now that he knows, what is the reason for his deliberately not showing up?

Because "three" alliances are still too many?

Because you think Aiden doesn't know trust?

Because the Francois family of Thun wanted to take the opportunity to annex the entire vast land and be crowned king?

Lenore's expression became more and more panic, and his breathing gradually began to become rapid; he now even felt that all this was probably a trap, one that lured himself into being fooled, so that Ansen Bach could justifiably get rid of himself and embezzle those 8,000 people. Aiden Soldier's Trap!

A picture gradually emerged in Reno's mind: he knocked the little secretary to the ground in a frenzy, and the ink was mixed with blood and flowed on the floor.

He slammed open the door aggressively. There was only a dimly lit kerosene lamp in the dark room. Anson Bach sat in front of the lamp and looked at himself standing in front of the door, his cold eyes as if he was looking at a dead man.

He slowly raised his right hand, and the door behind him slammed shut with a "bang!"; he looked back in panic and found that the room was already crowded with people, holding rifles of different lengths pointed at his body .

And standing in the front, is Leon Francois.

Little Leon held up the gun, silently reciting words such as "faith" and "dream", while silently pulling the bolt, reloading the bullet, and locking the bolt~www.wuxiaspot.com~ put his index finger on the trigger and...

"Your Excellency Emmanuel?"

"what!"

Reno, who suddenly woke up, was shocked, and almost fell to the ground in a trance; he regained his senses and found that the little secretary was still sitting in front of him, looking at himself with worry:

"Are you all right?"

"No... I'm fine!"

Reno waved his hands again and again, hurriedly picked up the pen on the table, and wrote his name on the registration list - after Archduke Mist.

After completing the registration, he turned around and left in a daze, leaving only a disturbed back, drifting away from the sight of the little secretary.

Alan Dawn, still maintaining a formal smile, watched him leave, and continued to orderly clean up the chores on the table; dumped a full glass of mulled wine and replaced it with iced Tirpitz rum.

Two minutes later, before the ice cubes in the wine glass melted completely, the door behind the little secretary was opened.

Looking at Anson, who slowly walked out of the room with a very complicated expression, the teenager pushed the rum on the table in front of him, and picked up a stack of documents: "Dear Mr. Anson Bach, there are two news urgently that you need to decide. deal with."

"Let me guess..." Anson raised his glass:

"One bad news and... another worse news?"

"You can say that." The little secretary holding the document nodded slightly:

"It turned out that Carindia's fleet did not mutiny, they were only temporarily hidden to prevent them from being controlled by our army; now the nobles of Carindia Harbor have launched a rebellion and slaughtered the 'Karindia that we stayed there for the maintenance of law and order. Lindia Regiment'—this is the information sent back by the cavalry company."

"Then?"

"Their backer...is the Empire."

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