I Will Be The Crowned King

After a short prayer, Anson helped Mrs. Camille, who was almost unable to stand, to get up and slowly walked towards the restaurant.

Almost as soon as he left the prayer room, the tingling pain in his chest and the babbling in his ears disappeared without a trace, and the disgusting confusion and tactile sensation around him were no longer felt.

At the same time, Mrs. Camille, who was beside her, became weaker and weaker for some reason. She almost put her whole body weight on Anson's shoulders.

Anson, who pretended to be fine, came to the restaurant and was about to pour a cup of hot water for Mrs. Camille, but she was stopped before she approached the kitchen.

"No, no need!"

Mrs. Camille screamed and forced a smile on her panicked face: "I...I, I'm too tired, just rest...rest for a while."

Looking at the cold sweat on her forehead and her trembling body, Anson deliberately showed a concerned expression:

"Really? Or else... I'll just take you back to your room to rest?"

"No!" Mrs. Camille vetoed categorically, her pupils trembling more and more:

"You can't... No, you don't need to be so polite, really... I, I'm just too weak, I need a little rest, just take a rest, I don't need to be someone else... Ah, you don't have to go back to the room! …Rest……"

The incoherent Mrs. Camille's expression was almost pleading at the end.

Anson had to resist the urge to go to the master bedroom to find out, and sat down to continue to appease the increasingly uncontrollable Mrs. Camille.

The other party's mood changes are very strange - as long as Baker is around, he will appear very calm, rational and organized; although he may occasionally panic when he appears alone, it is generally normal.

But when I walked into the prayer room, it seemed that I suddenly became speechless, and then I quickly collapsed, as if some...

incomplete.

With a relieved smile, Anson chatted with Mrs. Camille - talking about chatting, but actually listening to her unilaterally:

"My beloved husband, he has always been so calm, I am often afraid to imagine what our family will do if he is gone..."

"And my brave and good son. Although he is sometimes impulsive and makes his own decisions, he is such a good boy. He has always been the driving force behind my life..."

"And Lulu...Dear Lulu...It's all thanks to her that this family can exist, and we can live such a happy life, all thanks to her..."

Anson sat motionless across from her and listened, watching Mrs. Camille's pupils gradually become slack, her expression sometimes panic, sometimes warm, sometimes indifferent, sometimes excited - she was completely unable to control herself.

After a while, she suddenly seemed to wake up suddenly, her refocused eyes looked at An Sen in a panic:

"Sorry, I... what did I just say?"

"It's nothing, it's just small talk." Anson gave a formulaic smile: "You are introducing me to your family."

"Oh, my family... my precious family." Mrs. Camille sighed with relief, and the corners of her mouth were raised gracefully, with such a happy expression: "My beloved husband, he has always been so calm..."

"And my brave son, who is always so impulsive..."

The smiling Anson's expression was completely stiff.

It was not until Mrs. Camille repeated it for the third time that he pushed away the chair and got up, barely showing a smile:

"I'll leave for a while, please have a good rest."

"Uh...ah...ok...ok..." Mrs. Camille's eyes were dazed, and her uneasy expression became stronger, as if it foreshadowed something.

An Sen nodded slightly and left the restaurant quickly.

He went to the living room first, then quickly walked to the seat near the stairs, and after confirming that he could no longer see himself from the direction of the dining room, he returned to the prayer room.

In the secluded and eerie room, An Sen's mind reverberated with vague ravings; he forcibly endured the burning pain in the heart of his chest, and instantly locked onto the Primordial Ring sculpture on the wall in the darkness.

Like the Ring of Order, the Ring of Primordial is also composed of three connected hollow rings, the difference is only the upper and lower order and color-according to the old gods, this is the "pseudo-god" and its heretics who misappropriated the original ring. Ring, it is estimated that the Church of Order has a similar but diametrically opposite statement.

But what really caught Anson's attention wasn't the statue itself, too familiar.

But among the three blood-red rings, the top one...

destroyed.

………………

In the jungle outside the village, Nora knelt on one knee with an unbelievable expression on her face, staring at the cane she just accidentally discovered.

Father's cane!

"impossible……"

Nora's body was trembling slightly, as if a prison had been quietly opened, the dark brown eyes gradually turned scarlet, and the blood pupils of the pupils could not be seen.

There was no magical reaction left in the surrounding forest, not even the traces of fighting, and the remnants of Baker's aura that he had been here before... But this cane has already explained everything!

Nora's heart is getting more and more irritable - the intruder can obliterate all traces, but let go of the cane, which is obviously provoking them, provoking himself that there is no way to take them!

"If only my mother was here, if it were her, I would definitely be able to find out... eh?!"

Nora, who was talking to herself, was shocked, and her expression was extremely ugly.

Not good...Mother, she's alone with those outsiders now!

Nora stood up suddenly, and the natives and colonists who followed behind turned around, raising their weapons and surrounding him.

"You guys - continue to search for your father's whereabouts nearby, and report anything in time!"

As soon as the voice fell, the expressionless villagers immediately dispersed, and went to investigate in different directions, and soon disappeared.

An angry Nora took the cane she picked up and walked towards the mansion alone.

As the pace continued to accelerate, the skin of his hands suddenly began to wriggle as if it had vitality; dense, scaly dark red sarcomas began to grow under the bronze-colored skin.

The dense sarcoma continued to grow upward from the fingers along the back of the hand, and gradually spread to the neck before it stopped abruptly... The corners of Nora's mouth rose up in anger, and a little yellow-green pus overflowed from the corners of her lips.

………………

In the silent prayer room, Anson stared at the statue of the Primordial Ring that was destroyed directly opposite.

First of all, it can be basically concluded that the statue in front of you has a great relationship with the Baker family. One of the destroyed links is likely to represent that one of the three may have an accident, breaking the original balance, which led to Camille Madam became abnormal, revealing flaws.

Suppose the three people represent the three emotions of "rationality", "braveness" and "prudence" - of course, it can also be understood as "indifferent", "irritable", and "cowardly" - now the reason disappears, the balance is broken, leading to emotions collapse.

As for Lulu...she shouldn't belong to this balance, judging from the fact that the Baker family "dispatched out collectively" last night and had to prevent herself from entering the room on the third floor, I'm afraid she is the spellcaster who really controls the entire village!

The reason why you want to stop yourself is that it is very likely that the entire "Baker family" is built on her magic, and even the entire village is a puppet manipulated by her... This may explain by the way that the colonists and the natives love each other, regardless of you and me his reason.

Once she rushed into the bedroom on the third floor, the angry Miss Lulu Baker was likely to dispel the illusion, and the family disappeared on the spot.

This is also the reason why Phil suddenly came to a realization at that time, and then his face was full of horror - he should have guessed a similar answer, and may even go further.

However, this guess is not without problems. For example, he couldn't detect any magical reaction from the "Miss Lulu", and what was the purpose of this illusion she arranged.

Taking the situation of that night as an example, the strength is so strong that it can instantly wipe out the fireball that fell from the sky... A spellcaster with such strength is completely beyond Ansen's cognition, only the legendary "Apostle" can compare, and does not need any disguise at all.

Then there is only one reason for her to do this, that is, she must do it!

It is not a deliberate disguise, but it is forced to dismantle the power in this form, maintaining the illusion of the entire "Baker's collar".

But there is also a problem: as the blood of Augustus, Lisa can naturally counter most of the magic; the other party doesn't even want to let the weak self and Feir get close, but allows Lisa to enter her room.

Obviously Lisa is more likely to break through her disguise - although the girl found nothing in the end, why should she take such a risk?

There are so many questions out there, and there is only one way to get answers and even destroy entire settlements: to keep breaking the already precarious balance.

To kill one of the remaining two as quickly as possible without causing suspicion from the other party.

Anson's original target was Mrs. Camille, and after hesitating, he felt that it might be more appropriate to keep this "soft persimmon"; after all, he didn't know what the consequences would be if the balance was broken.

He took out the Inquisitor's pocket watch in his arms, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the dial that had been spinning around had been restored.

That is to say, as the "balance" is broken, the various restrictions and hidden powers of the entire settlement will gradually disappear, and finally they will be completely exposed... Anson glanced at the dial, which showed that it was 2:30.

It is estimated that there will be at most three hours before the effect of the cup of tea and soup that I drank in the morning will occur, and there is not much time... An Sen looked around, and the dim prayer room was almost completely shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

Originally, the best place should have been the guest room that was completely sealed off by Phil Cressy with the power of blood, but now that **** is a ticking time bomb, and Lisa is still there, so she can only settle for the next best thing.

……………………

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Nora appeared on the bottom floor of the mansion with a murderous face, and glanced around the empty hall with cold eyes.

He deliberately lightened his footsteps and walked slowly into the restaurant where the sound came from; he was lying on the table and muttering to himself, while changing his expressions, Mrs. Camille, who was crying and laughing, was suddenly shocked, as if Time froze in place.

The next second, the lady slowly looked back, revealing a terrified face full of tears, and two eyes that were also full of blood red:

"Nora...my brave Nora...Nora...why...for surviving it's you and not him...oh no...my poor Nora...I...I...I..."

Looking at the completely incoherent Mrs. Camille, Nora's angry pupils seemed to be stained with a trace of fear.

He didn't stop, as if a fierce beast was exploring its prey, he swept out the door, and the rapid pace only left a little afterimage on the spot.

………………

"Boom...boom...boom, boom...boom...boom..."

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the mansion, and Mrs. Camille's voice could be heard faintly.

But Anson in the prayer room couldn't tell the slightest bit of thought, and concentrated on arranging all kinds of traps in the room.

If he can't kill the other party in the first place, the chain reaction that detonates later will not leave the three of them with the slightest room - even now, he has not been able to defeat any of the three, and he has not even been able to leave here alive. grasp.

As of now, I can only try it out.

The three magic props that the contraband dealer entrusted to Carin Jacques to get, this time I brought two; no accident, this is all hope for a comeback.

The sound of heavy footsteps was getting closer and closer, and An Sen, who was finally relieved, stood up, took out a "dagger" from his waist, and skillfully loaded the ammunition.

"Crack!"

With the crisp closing sound of the magazine, Anson, who was expressionless, turned to face the door.

…………

"Um?"

Standing on the stairway, Nora, who had murderous intent, showed a confused expression and looked at the empty third-floor stairs in astonishment—there was no sign of anyone coming.

Just when he mistakenly thought that he had made a mistake in judgment and was about to go to the guest room to find out, a loud noise suddenly came from his ear:

"boom--!"

The gunshot without warning exploded in the ear, and instantly penetrated the entire mansion.

Nora was first stunned by the sound~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then decisively rushed down the stairs to the prayer room on the ground floor.

And when he knocked open the door, he was stunned again.

The dark red blood plasma flowed down the delicate carpet to his feet, and the pungent gunpowder smoke filled the entire room. Only a vague figure could be seen sitting next to the statue of the Primordial Ring, as if looking at him. .

When the smoke cleared, Nora finally saw the figure of the man:

"Lord Ludwig?!"

Nora, who blurted out, widened her eyes, and saw Ludwig Franz (Ansen Bach) sitting in front of the statue, holding the revolver with gunsmoke in her right hand, and the dark red blood running down her face. The pierced chest and the corners of the mouth continue to overflow outwards, and there seems to be a bit of humbleness in a pair of dark eyes begging for forgiveness, as if full of regret and unspeakable pain, in front of the true God of pious faith...

ended his own life.

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