I Will Be The Crowned King

Sail City, East Gate.

late at night.

The mist mixed with water vapor permeates the narrow alley, and you can vaguely smell the rotting food mixed with the faint fishy smell, lingering in the cold and biting water dew.

Small traders from outside, farmers, wealthy colonists, mercenaries who are ready to wash their hands with gold... Outsiders who want to have a place in the city but are not willing to spend money will all consider this place as their first choice, making the neighborhood the second In the most prosperous area outside the city center and the port.

Of course, that was once.

After the second rebellion, a large area of ​​the city center was razed to the ground by a certain elf girl. Large areas of the community and market were first looted by the rioters, and then another street was turned into a sea of ​​fire in the war; hundreds of thousands. Displaced refugees poured into the still intact Dongchengmen area.

Countless shantytowns and homeless people quickly turned this once prosperous and pleasant community into a huge garbage dump.

Louis, who can't do anything about it, can only speed up the reconstruction of the city... The severe winter has begun to approach, if most of the people of Sail City can't live in warm houses and save enough fuel before October, a blizzard will bring The threat is even greater than that of the native expeditionary force.

Holding the peaked cap on his head, An Sen in a gray long-sleeved trench coat was smoking a misty pipe, and hurried forward with his hands down, like a traveler eager to find a place to stay, or a drunk looking for a tavern.

Similar outfits are very common in the current Dongchengmen community, except for the pipe at the corner of the mouth and the boots that are very warm at first glance, which attracts a little coveted, but did not attract too many people's attention.

Traveling through the labyrinth of shanty towns and narrow alleys, following the guidance of Bishop Ruibo in his memory, he soon found the chapel.

Compared with the surrounding, this building with the overlapping three-ring logo is inconspicuous, and it is easy to be ignored as a slightly better decorated residential house; even if ordinary people find out that this is actually a church, I am afraid it is very difficult. It's hard to come up with the idea of ​​going in and praying.

Glancing at the broken latch, An Sen kicked open the iron gate outside the courtyard without hesitation, and walked straight into the chapel.

Although it looks unremarkable from the outside, the inside is quite delicate: the spacious prayer room is large enough to accommodate a dozen to twenty or thirty people, the carpet extends from the entrance to all the corridors, and a brass wall lamp can be seen every ten steps. .

Much better than the apartment he rented on Bleiman Street... Anson murmured in his heart.

Walking aimlessly into the church along the dark corridor, he stopped in front of a half-open door, and looked in through the flickering fire of the pipe: neatly arranged bookshelves, piled up in a mess. Newspapers on both sides of the desk and in the corners, the armchair in front of the door, the kerosene lamp lying on the ground...

And sitting behind the desk, he was also peering at his figure from the crack of the door.

Anson's pupils shrank suddenly.

This is not because the other party is sitting there like an undead silently staring at him, it is purely because of the other party's appearance, which makes him feel a bit like...

"Kroger Bernard, right?"

The corners of Phil Crecy's mouth rose slightly, and he was also looking at Anson outside the door: "You are not the first to show this expression... All those who lived through the massacre and were loyal to the Crecy family said that I and I He looks almost identical."

"Every time I think of this, I feel that the Ring of Order, known as 'absolute justice', may also have a sense of humor - what do you think?"

"I thought? A genuine old god, is there any humanity in the ring of order to discuss with me here?"

Looking at the figure with his feet on the desk, An Sen raised his eyebrows with a playful expression: "A sense of humor... You dare to appear in Sail City at such a time, I think you have a sense of humor."

"Do you think Louis will take care of his family and not do anything to you, or is the Elf Queen of Iser some kind and soft-hearted existence?"

Facing Anson's cynicism, Phil Crecy just snorted softly and rolled his eyes slightly:

"If I remember correctly, this should be the second time the two of us have met..."

"the first time!"

Before he could finish speaking, An Sen made a direct steal: "Strictly speaking, you and I faced each other with our backs at the gold mine, and we didn't meet..."

"That's the first time." Phil still smiled: "It's the first time we've met, and I'm so grateful for my life and safety."

"But unfortunately, compared to running away, it is safer for me to stay in the city of sailing - if I dare to approach any gate or pier, the elf queen will be blasted to the sky along with the surrounding."

"However, Her Majesty doesn't seem to want Louis to know of my existence, and prefers a low-key 'house arrest'... Only then can we be fortunate enough to meet again and continue our intimate cooperation with each other."

With the fire of the pipe, Anson saw the self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Cooperation?" An Sen snorted coldly:

"Do you mean that the Storm Division led Bernard's army out of Sail City at all costs, so that you can easily let your Faithless Knights capture Sail City?"

"Crack."

There was a crisp trigger sound in the darkness, and Anson's right hand conjured up an extra "dagger" revolver.

Phil Crecy's pupils shrank suddenly.

"of course not!"

Without waiting for Anson to continue speaking, he immediately smiled to please: "It is the primary goal of the Untrust Knights to capture the "Great Magic Book" for you, and this has never changed! Whether you believe it or not, we really did our best."

"But... the situation is always better than the person." Fei spread his hands helplessly, and his smile turned into a wry smile:

"You have seen the situation. We are not the opponents of the elf queen at all - even if we know that the rubbing of "The Great Magic Book" is on Louis Bernard, we can only sigh."

"But now you and he are allies, so if you ask him directly for this precious historical encyclopedia, I believe that the always benevolent and generous heir of the Bernard family will never refuse..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Anson interrupted indifferently again: "If you dare to tell Bishop of Ed Levant's death, there must be a very good reason for me not to do anything to you."

"Otherwise, there is no need for Her Majesty the Elf Queen. The 20,000 troops of the Confederation and Storm Division in the city are very happy to burn you and your little friends to ashes!"

"I have no doubts about that!"

The corners of Phil's mouth were raised high, almost grinning to the base of his ears.

He quickly put down his feet on the table, sat up straight behind the desk, and said word by word with a serious expression: "First of all, although I mentioned this matter, I don't know the specific circumstances - I found this The truth of the matter is the leader of the Faithless Knights, Ian Clemens."

"If you still have an impression, you should remember that I sent him to stay at Beluga Harbor, and according to your request, he was not allowed to leave the colony for half a step; therefore, I learned the information of the whole thing in a form similar to a letter."

"similar?"

Anson kicked the armchair on the ground upright and slowly sat down with a meaningful expression.

"The Crecy family is a family with a long history, and it has some secret technologies that outsiders don't have... I can only reveal so much for the time being." Fair stroked his chest and nodded, apologizing:

"As for why you told Bishop Rebo about this matter, apart from inviting you through his mouth, the more important thing is the importance of this matter, and it has indeed reached the point where it needs to be taken seriously."

"I know it must be my ulterior motives, or exaggeration, in your opinion...but it is true, the colonies of the whole New World are already standing on the cliff, and the distance between danger and us is much closer than we think. "

"In Beluga Harbor, you used to take advantage of the contradiction between the colonists and the natives to eliminate the enemies who opposed the Rune family and the Storm Division; but in fact, your attitude towards those beast slaves has always been very tolerant. ” Phil Crecy said solemnly:

"But because of tolerance, I believe you must have encountered a similar situation... In order not to reveal secrets, those beast slaves who are usually docile enough to describe in words would rather smash their heads."

"Others will regard the 'Evil God's Egg' that the caster forcibly implanted into their body as a supreme honor, and allow the uncontrollable power to invade their body and turn into an almost undead monster."

"Compared with us 'old gods', they are more like 'mad believers' who have a firm belief in the ring of order; they can be humble and obedient at ordinary times, more obedient than the most docile livestock; but as long as the 'three true gods' are involved ', 'The Land of Rest'..."

"I don't think even the word 'fearless' is enough to describe their dedication."

Phil Crecy's words were mixed with a bit of emotion.

"How long are you going to talk nonsense?"

An Sen, who couldn't feel the deep meaning of his words at all, said coldly, raising the muzzle of the gun and was ready to punch the word "impatient" directly through the bastard's forehead in front of him.

"Why did they have to kill Sir Ed Levent?" Looking at the dark muzzle, Fair asked indifferently:

"The Old Gods of the Resting Land have no grievances with this poor gentleman, this is the first time in his life that he has come to the New World - and as a prisoner, the Old Gods of the natives should not even know him. ."

"If someone's death must be used to intimidate the colonists of Beluga Harbour, Sir William Cecil, Miss Paulina Frey, or even... Excuse me, Miss Talia Rune and you, And the officers of the Storm Division, aren't they better candidates?"

"Ian Clemens, my most trusted leader of the Faithless Knights, gave a creepy, but very possible answer." Phil's expression gradually became playful:

"That's the old gods of the indigenous people, and they don't know everything about us - otherwise, they can't explain why they use the contradiction between the Empire and Clovis."

"If that's the case, they should hang Ed Levant's body in the port of Beluga Harbor instead of hiding it in the cabin." Anson said coldly.

Although he actually agreed with the other party's point of view, but simply out of distrust of this ally with obvious ulterior motives, Anson also opposed it for the sake of opposing it.

"As I said, this is just one of the possibilities."

Phil didn't care, and smiled slyly: "And this possibility also provides an opportunity for us and you to re-cooperate."

"In order to obtain notification of the Free Confederation...or the entire New World colony, and to prepare for the Empire's counterattack, you need a relatively stable and peaceful environment; even if the beast slaves or the old gods of the indigenous people start a riot, you must The impact is about to be limited to areas that don't affect most people."

"To do this, in addition to strength enough to fight against the caster, you also need sufficient intelligence to be able to nip the enemy in the bud before it moves, or uproot it with minimal cost." Spread out, and slowly lift the palm of your hand:

"Power, intelligence...the Knights of the Untrustworthy have both."

Anson snorted in disdain.

"That's right... Even if the entire Untrustworthy Knight Order is added up, it's not as good as a finger of a certain elf queen." Feir didn't care at all:

"But to eradicate the old gods in the new world, absolute strength is not enough - not to mention that the opponent is not without terrible top combat power."

Phil paused deliberately and looked at Anson with burning eyes: "I heard that when you arrived at Beluga Harbor, you encountered a rare storm... The power of the Lord of the Abyss must have been understood."

"In addition, although the Knights of No Letter is not a large-scale organization, it has been established in the new world for a hundred years, and its power spreads over thirteen large colonies, and even in every corner of many small settlements. It can provide you with information about the old and new world. The most timely news from the gods." Phil picked up a newspaper on the table:

"Through some channels, I know that you and the truth will have a connection, and even obtained a lot of important information through them - you can guess, who borrowed the 'information network' in their hands? "

Anson was silent and watched him perform quietly.

"so……"

Phil pursed the corners of his mouth, talking to himself for a long time, which made him somewhat embarrassed:

"I don't know if you and the Faithless Knights still have the opportunity to continue to serve the commander-in-chief of the honorable garrison?"

Facing his timid gaze~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Anson, who was half-smiling, paused for a long time, and then slowly raised the... index finger of his right hand:

"One piece."

"One..." Phil twitched his throat, his eyes widened:

"what?"

"Information." An Sen stood up and looked down at him lying on the table: "Tell me a useful piece of information and trust you."

"Otherwise, I will shoot now and attract all the soldiers who are patrolling around here; you can just wait to cause a commotion and be bombed to the sky by His Majesty Freya I!"

Obviously, this is a multiple choice question.

So Feir gave the answer decisively: "To the northwest of Yangfan City, beyond the dense forest, there is a small town with a size of less than 200 people."

"The old gods of the indigenous people controlled it and used it to monitor every move of Yangfan City."