I Will Be The Crowned King

Chapter 41: Mason's Gamble

After leaving the prison, the cold and humid air rushed towards Anson immediately, making the body that had just relaxed tense again.

Generally speaking, the winter in the north is long and dry, and the cold wind can't wait to drain the last trace of temperature and moisture in the air; and if you can get close, you can get a little warmer, at the cost of the air becoming very humid.

It is very unfortunate that the weather at Beluga Harbour has both characteristics and completely discards the advantages of both; the colony shrouded in haze and water vapor is like a huge ice cave, obviously on land, the entire port. But it seems to be an abyss city immersed in icy waters.

However, this also proves from the side that the reconstruction of the peripheral communities of Beluga Port is very necessary. Profit or not is the second priority. It is certain that it can improve the survival rate of new immigrants.

Almost half of the colony's population increase was due to a steady stream of new immigrants; as the Clovis and Empire wars continued, the number of immigrants who could leave the mainland and arrive at Moby-Dick Harbor alive would surely become less and less.

In the short term, the problem in this area should not be obvious, but in the long run, immigrants who share the same beliefs - even if only on the surface - are definitely an important "resource" for the colony, no one.

What's more, in addition to improving the living environment, rebuilding the community actually has a hidden benefit, that is, greatly improving the level of public security.

This is the advice provided by Fabian: According to his several years of experience in the Guards career, the security environment in the outer city is so bad that the gangs are even full of Old Gods. The important point is the poor infrastructure.

Garbage heaps are breeding grounds for bed bugs, and poor transportation and harsh environments result in difficult-to-manage communities that nurture gangsters and pagan groups.

Only by rebuilding the entire community and eradicating these unorganized, low-level armed organizations and heretics, can the Storm Division (a high-level armed organization) and the Rune family (organized heresies) manage the city well!

The next plan was slowly sketched in his mind, and the corners of An Sen's mouth gradually began to rise.

He had just left the prison when a four-wheeled carriage stopped in front of him; the door opened, and Talia, who was sitting in the carriage, smiled softly at him.

She put on a light-colored long skirt and a delicate little top hat. The tighter skirt and long lace gloves gave her a small figure a little curve.

Anson decisively accepted her kindness and calmly boarded the carriage.

Smiling Talia immediately closed the carriage, and at the same time took out a bottle of unopened rum and a glass from a drawer to the side, and poured wine for him.

An Sen, who was sitting opposite the girl, sorted out the snowflakes that fell on him, enjoying the girl's service like the head of the family.

"Where are you going?"

Talia smiled lightly and handed the glass to Anson.

"The Beluga Harbor Council, go to see the bishop who has been waiting for me to wait." Anson took the wine glass easily:

"Now that we have the target, all that remains is to incite the believers of the Ring of Order in Beluga Harbor to 'stand up' and stand up against the 'evil heretic'... to satisfy our bishop's wish for many years."

A well-defined and well-organized group will always be much easier to manage than a chaotic mob with an unclear purpose; especially for a group of fanatics, the best way to manage them is to find an enemy for them.

It doesn't matter whether it is strong or weak, but it must be representative enough to facilitate public opinion to attract most of the attention; at the same time, it is best to be more difficult, and it will not be completely eliminated in a while, which is very suitable for some troublesome people when needed. Hats off to enemies.

By this standard, a group of extreme and fanatical indigenous pagans is simply too late.

The four-wheeled carriage slowly drove towards Beluga Port, and the carriage also began to shake slightly.

"So have you finally started to clean up the old gods of Beluga Harbor?" Talia suddenly looked at Anson.

"Almost, of course, after the complete solution of the Untrusted Knights."

An Sen took a sip of his wine and responded with a smile: "Is there a problem?"

Talia nodded slightly:

"It's almost time."

Um?

An Sen was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what the girl meant.

"Dear Anson, for a spellcaster, it's not enough to just 'absorb' knowledge, more practical experience is needed." Talia answered softly:

"For evolution, there is nothing more valuable than 'fighting'."

"This is just Lisa's little suggestion, but only by accumulating enough experience to create magic that only belongs to oneself can it be possible to start the next step of evolution and become a 'real' spell caster."

In essence, the three major magics are three evolutionary paths, and for spellcasters walking on this path, they have no way out.

Mace Hornard didn't, and neither did he... Anson didn't speak, and listened quietly.

"In order to shorten the process as much as possible, Talia instilled the memories of those spellcasters directly into Anson, because Talia, as a blood mage, could not provide Anson with any useful advice or guidance."

The girl's eyes turned to look out the window. It was obviously still afternoon, but the moon could already be seen in the sky: "But the next link must be completed by An Sen himself."

"Are you in a hurry?" Anson asked a seemingly unrelated question.

But there was no smile on Talia's face, she nodded lightly, her expression very heavy:

"The Lord of the Abyss... It's still alive."

Anson's brows raised sharply!

"The encounter at sea was slightly beyond my expectations, so the preparation was not perfect." Before An Sen could speak, the girl had already withdrawn her gaze:

"As you know, the purpose of the Rune family is to find allies against the Church of Order, not enemies of the true God believers in the Resting Land."

"But unfortunately ... they didn't think so."

"Although the battle in the turbulent sea successfully made it give up, Talia can feel that it is not its full strength, and the opponent is also unprepared because of the hasty challenge... It is only a matter of time before it makes a comeback."

"Talia can try her best to hide her breath, so that the old **** forces in the land of rest can't feel the existence of others, but the Lord of the Abyss can... It left a mark on Talia's body."

The girl stretched out her right hand and gently took off the glove, revealing the wound on her wrist.

It was a deep wound that almost cut off her right hand, but the real horror was the milky white parasite that filled the wound—a lobster-like shell and tentacles that were tearing from the pus-filled wound. Bite the flesh.

Anson suddenly felt a tumbling in his stomach.

"This is……"

"What it took from Talia... This is only a part of it." The girl said lightly, covering the wound with gloves, her calm expression seemed to feel no pain at all:

"It won't take long for it to fully recover; Talia has the confidence to defeat it again, but by then it will be impossible to hide any more..."

Anson nodded slightly.

You must become a Blasphemer Mage before the Lord of the Abyss returns!

Of course, this is definitely not as easy as saying it... Mason Hornard spent decades for this step, and turned his best friend into a lunatic, and finally almost died at the hands of the Lord of the Abyss before barely succeeding.

And now my self is only a few months at most.

Even if Talia can really defeat the Lord of the Abyss, there are only three "evil gods" believed by the indigenous pagans in Beluga Harbor; assuming that the strength of the other two is equal to that of the Lord of the Abyss, even if it is only slightly inferior. one chip...

However, conjuration magic has an advantage that the casters of the other two kinds of magic do not have, that is, the effect of the ability of "distorting reality" is absolute.

High-level blood mages can "suppress" low-level similar spellcasters, while low-level black mages can only be completely crushed in front of high-level counterparts; but conjuration magic is different, regardless of the level, the ability to distort reality will not change.

Even a fifth-order conjurer could be burned to ashes by a novice spellcaster using [Gathering Flame]... Of course, the probability is very small.

This is also An Sen's only source of confidence now. As the only one of the three major magics that has no strengthening effect on himself, and relies entirely on distorting reality to gain strength, it is often a matter of magic to become stronger.

You only need to absorb the memories of those conjurers as soon as possible, and master a few more powerful magics to make a significant leap in strength; on the contrary, evolving into a "blasphemer", the impact on one's own strength is not particularly obvious.

The only difficulty is how to find the most useful one in the vast sea of ​​information.

The scenery outside the car window kept changing, and they finally stopped when they could see the sign on the gate of the Beluga Harbor Parliament; neither of them got off the car immediately in the smoky car and the smell of alcohol.

"I remember Anson, you said that you must solve the problem of the Faithless Knights first." Talia suddenly said:

"If that's the case, why did you come to see the bishop first and not the backstage patron of the Order, Mason Weizler?"

Sure enough, she already knew... Anson pretended to be calm and smiled:

"Because it's not necessary."

"unnecessary?"

"Three days have passed since we caught the members of the Untrustworthy Knights... three days, enough time for them to know that their people have been arrested." Anson explained a little proudly:

"If I were Mason Weitzler, no matter how calm I was, I'd be a little panicked by now."

"When people are in a panic, it is easy to do wrong things, exposing weaknesses that are usually not exposed when they are calm, and becoming extreme and uncontrollable."

"So I don't need to look for him, just indirectly reveal to him that I already have the information of the Knights of Untrustworthiness, and he will come to me on his own initiative."

………………

Beluga Harbor Port Area, the headquarters of Beluga Harbor Chamber of Commerce.

In the depressing conference room, Mason Weitzler, dressed in a delicate tuxedo, sat at the front of the long table, flanked by the directors of the chamber of commerce who were dressed similarly, and even looked very similar.

He lowered his head and stared at the long table that was so smooth that he could see him, his hands with exposed blue veins held the corners of the table tightly, cold sweat dripping from his slightly trembling chin, and the wine glass in front of him said, " Tick! Tick!" sounded.

"He knows..."

"He must have known..."

"He could have guessed..."

The directors also bowed their heads tacitly and did not dare to speak.

"How to do?!"

The terrified Mason Weizler jerked his upper body up, his dilated pupils trembling violently.

"Why don't you tell Speaker Harold about this?"

A director sitting in the back row raised his hand tremblingly: "With the support of him and those farms, it should be able to fight the garrison commander..."

"Harold?!"

Mason stared at the guy who opened his mouth, and his voice rose several tones in an instant:

"Who on earth would have thought of such a lousy idea - tell the great Speaker Harold that his most loyal followers had kept a group of traitors from the Empire without him, and they were traitors with the power of blood?!"

"Do you think he was overjoyed when he heard the news, or was he furious because we caused him trouble?!"

"I……"

"What do you think? Let me tell you, from what I know about him, Harold would never cover us for this; he would hand us over immediately... no! He would tell us it's okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~nothing Don't worry, just leave the Faithless Knights to him."

"Then, as soon as we hand over all control of them, our last use and threat to him is gone! He'll drain us like a pile of rotten oranges and stinky salted fish, and then A sacrifice to Ripper and his lunatics, a tool to win hearts against Ansen Bach!"

"I also don't want to listen to the **** that obediently surrendered to Anson Bach... This Lord Commander wants more than you **** imagined, he wants to be the governor of the colony, wants to support a group of purses that bow to him, Not us Speaker Harold's lackeys!"

"We're done, understand?!"

Hysterical shouts echoed through the brightly lit walls of the conference room.

Watching the directors shrink their heads and their heads, each with their own ghosts, Mason Weizler became more and more desperate.

He could even fully imagine how many of them would tip off Harold once the meeting was over, how many would surrender to Anson Bach, or tell Ripper that he was the mastermind and have him The mad believers under him slashed themselves with thousands of swords.

But all of you **** don't have the combined vision of me... Mason Weizler sees the long haul.

Harold, Anson, Ripper...

Let you have a good look... No matter how the situation in Beluga Harbour changes, I will be the last one alive.

Mason Weizler, who was gnashing his teeth, lowered his head and stared at himself with a ghastly face reflected on the table.

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