I Will Be The Crowned King

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Gently lit the pipe with [Gathering Flame], and after exhaling a long plume of smoke, Anson sat leisurely on the armchair that Ian had brought for him, the chandelier above his head casting a thick shadow on his face. watermark ad test watermark ad test

Sitting under the light obviously, it seems like a devil lurking in the darkness - this is Ian's most direct thought at the moment.

Standing on the edge of the light, he glanced at Karno in the corner. It seemed plain and casual, but it happened to block the most spacious space in the room and the window that could be used as an escape.

Compared with the "euphemism" of the two, Derek, the Wild Hunt Knight, was much more direct. He stood firmly in front of the door, pressing the handle of the knife with both hands while keeping his eyes on the back of Anson's neck, as if he was facing an enemy. Put on an aggressive stance.

Obviously they have the advantage, but the three of them don't have the slightest sense of security.

"So, what exactly is the proposal?"

Cold voices sounded in the room, and Karno, who was wearing a gorgeous long dress and blond hair like a waterfall, was the first to speak.

"Don't worry." Anson raised his head unhurriedly, staring at a certain leader of the Knights who pretended to be calm:

"Before we start, we still have some 'small issues' that need to be explained."

"small issue?"

"Yes, for example..."

An Sen deliberately paused and said with a long tail: "One of my subordinates told me that among the gangsters that attacked the chapel, they saw an unusually familiar figure."

"And this person is very good at concealment. If it is not for this subordinate, he is also an excellent talent, and he has some key information, and he may even think it is his hallucination."

Feeling the looming gaze hidden under the brim of the hat, a subtle and awkward smile appeared on Ian's face.

"And on Teapot Street, my company commander, Lisa Bach, Sheriff of Moby-Dick Harbor, allegedly encountered an attacker she was very familiar with who used two long knives as a weapon."

"The other party suddenly appeared when she was about to investigate a certain tavern. Not only did he sneak up on a young girl from behind, but he also found a large number of helpers after he found out that he couldn't defeat the other party. The reinforcements that arrived later found nothing."

"Cough cough cough cough...!!"

The Wild Hunt Knight, who was still tense just now, found that his throat was uncomfortable, and the violent cough made him red from the neck to the sky, trying to avoid the strange eyes of the two partners.

"Although the above behaviors did not cause irreparable damage to Beluga Port, it also proved that there is indeed an organization in this city that can compete with the Storm Division; Gangs, fugitives, and lone adventurers work for it."

Gently spit out a perfect smoke ring, An Sen said lightly: "If these 'small problems' are not solved, the storm division will always invest a lot of resources in maintaining stability, and some guys with ulterior motives will take the opportunity to create trouble and spread the word Some intimidating rumors undermine the prestige of the Stormtrooper and the native in the colony."

"For example... the undead Chancellor Harold."

The whole room fell silent again.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Seemingly tired of the other party's provocation, Sir Carnot said again: "If you are here to ask for guilt, it seems that you shouldn't come in person, and you shouldn't be alone, right?"

Ian Clemens remained silent, while Derek, the Wild Hunt Knight, tensed his nerves again, not daring to leave the hilt on his waist with both hands.

"of course not."

Anson gently took down the pipe at the corner of his mouth and looked at the "girl" standing in the corner:

"I am a practical person, I have no interest in the meaningless behavior of 'revenge', and I am not prepared to hold you accountable - after all, you were still controlled by the curse of oath when the incident happened, and to a certain extent you were forced to Helpless, even if you want revenge, you can't be considered the first offender."

A kind expression made the atmosphere in the room a lot more relaxed.

Ian, who was hiding in the shadows, slightly pulled the brim of his hat to cover his frowning brows.

Anson Bach... He seemed to be making excuses for the three of them by the way, but he was actually a faint threat.

What is "no accountability"? What is "to a certain extent"? What is a "first offender"?

In other words, in his eyes, the three of them are still responsible for the current situation in Moby-Dick Harbor - of course, this is also true - it is not completely forced to execute the orders of Chloe Musk or the Crecy family; if The dead Chloe was the first offender, and he himself was the accomplice.

This is what Anson Bach really thinks!

He is still threatening, but compared to the undisguised one before, he is now wrapped in a layer of cheap sugar paper; of course, for this "kindness", he also has to pay a price.

"So...what does this have to do with your 'proposal'?"

Derek, who was completely unable to hold back, said, "Since you don't plan to pursue it, why do you still mention this?"

"Because my next proposal has a lot to do with what you have done before." Anson raised his mouth without looking back, and continued to tease these guys who were desperate and refused to accept their fate:

"Everyone, Chloe Musk is dead, I can guarantee you 100% the authenticity of this matter; because I personally blew his chest and Tianling cover, and watched his brain and heart become The meat sauce that was pasted on the door panel was burned to ashes again."

The voice fell, and the three people who were stunned had different expressions.

It's one thing to know about Chloe Musk's death, and it's another thing to hear the "murderer" tell the story vividly.

"But apart from us... To be precise, apart from me and everyone in the Faithless Knights, no one knows the truth about the whereabouts of Chloë Musk, including the 500-member Council and the vast majority of the soldiers of the Storm Division."

Anson shook the pipe in his hand to clear the smoke from his eyes: "For the vast majority of people, Chloë Musk is not just a mediator of meetings, but a lot of organizations - such as the Harrods Foundation. —The funders and masterminds behind the scenes.”

"As long as he is still alive, these organizations will continue to exist, from a piece of scattered sand to a force that can affect Beluga Harbor, and even the entire Ice Dragon Fjord."

"But he's dead." Derek said solemnly:

"Even if we don't intervene, you can easily eliminate those people with an army of several thousand people."

"Yes, but what if he's still alive?"

"…Um?!"

The Wild Hunt knight suddenly didn't understand.

Ian vaguely guessed Anson's thoughts: "What do you mean... let's pretend to be Chloë Musk's subordinates as the Faithless Knights and infiltrate these organizations?"

"Precisely, to convince them that you are Chloë Musk." Anson looked around and raised his pipe:

"And not just 'mixing in', but controlling every move of these groups - that's your only option."

"…How to say?"

"Chloe Musk is dead, whether he accepts it or not, the Crecy family and the rest of the knights who are still loyal to them will definitely treat you as traitors, and revenge hunting is inevitable."

An Sen narrowed his eyes slightly: "Obviously, if I ask you to help me eradicate and rebel against those Knight Order members, even if we can cooperate on the surface, I'm afraid I can't accept it in my heart - not only is the risk extremely high, but I'm afraid I can't bear to be in it. ."

"As a collaborator who is very considerate of others, I am willing to give you a retreat: hide in these organizations, help me control their every move, and at the same time allow you to escape the pursuit of the Knights."

"This is a mutually beneficial cooperation, and both parties can get what they want."

Looking at the "sincere" smile on Anson's face, Ian and Karno exchanged glances quickly; the cautious leader of the Knights paused slightly and said softly:

"Can we think about it?"

"No." An Sen smiled lightly, but his tone was very tough:

"I'm so sorry, but I want your answers now - either accept the offer or we're enemies."

"Are you sure?" Derek snorted coldly:

"There are three of us."

"I'm pretty sure."

An Sen still smiled: "Because what I want to see today is not an enemy, but a friend who is in a dilemma and needs help urgently."

"What do you say, Lord Ian Clemens?"

Feeling the gaze turned to him, Ian closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

…………

South of Beluga Harbor, Harold's Mansion.

In the evening, Wolf, riding a two-wheeled carriage, walked through the bustling streets of the port area and came to the gate of the mansion.

As a member of the Harold Foundation, visiting the former Speaker's widow and participating in various activities in the meeting has almost been his routine in recent months.

To be fair, when Harold was the Speaker, he lived by a few carpenters and paper mills in the city, and his life was not very good; on the contrary, after the arrival of the garrison, he relied on the business given to the newspaper to make him real. Earned the first pot of gold, even richer than many people who looked down on themselves in the past.

But for some reason, although he was very grateful to the newspaper for making him rich, Wolf still missed the old days and couldn't like the garrison.

So after the Harold Foundation was born, even though he knew that the organization could do nothing at all, Wolf still became a member of the foundation-especially in the kind of polite requests from those who once looked down on him, begging himself to join and when investing.

The carriage slowly stopped by the side of the road, and Wolf, who hurriedly got out of the car, did not forget to pack his clothes, preparing to visit the widow of the former speaker while it was still early, and then go to the activity room to wait for the arrival of others.

Although he has no position in the foundation, and no one has ever asked his opinion, being able to receive a separate interview with his widow and being able to sit in the seat closest to the chairman's seat makes Wolf feel very good.

But today's Harold Mansion seems to have some "small" accidents...

"Ugh?"

Looking at the activity room that was empty on weekdays, but now full of seats, Wolf simply froze in place.

In the stern, heavy, gloomy and indifferent hall wrapped in expensive black velvet curtains, the members on both sides of the long table in the center were sitting on both sides, and even the sound of Wolf opening the door did not make them even. Look back.

These people are all "deacons" of the foundation, responsible for assisting the president in managing the daily work—that is, spreading rumors and organizing large-scale events to commemorate the former president—all of whom had the most unsatisfactory life after the garrison came to Moby Dick. guys.

In the shadows around the room, there are also rows of sofas and benches. The crowded figures are almost four times larger than those in front of the long table; all of them have not been assigned tasks by the president, have low status, or have just joined the foundation. members soon.

But these are not the focus of Wolf's attention at the moment: in the seat that belongs only to the president, there is a stranger with a hood on his head and only his hands and chin can be seen all over his body.

As for the president... the president who usually seems to be gentle and elegant, but is actually extremely arrogant, sits in his own position, and observes the stranger's every move as cautiously as he usually does, not daring to be slighted.

Like a newcomer who didn't know how to be a good newcomer, Wolf just froze in place.

After a long time, the stranger who seemed to have finally found him slowly raised his chin and said leisurely:

"This member, since he's here, please find a seat quickly."

"Ah? Ah...ah! Yes, yes! Me, me, me... I'm... this is..."

The suddenly sober Wolf stammered and hurriedly closed the door behind him; he first subconsciously glanced at the seat that belonged to him in front of the long table, and then got into the seat next to him as fast as he could. Shadow, found a place to squat in the corner.

Until it is confirmed that everyone can no longer see themselves, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Wolf finally breathed a sigh of relief and found a trace of peace of mind in the panic.

For some reason, he always felt that the stranger's voice was unusually familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere; he looked at the expressions of his companions and found that they seemed to already know the identity of the man.

Wolf showed a curious expression, but he was afraid that he would be found out and did not dare to ask, so he had to keep his mouth shut.

After a few more minutes, it seemed that after confirming that there were no more absent members, the stranger at the head of the long table finally spoke slowly:

"Dear gentlemen, I am honored to be able to visit this sacred and glorious organization today and have a face-to-face conversation with you; the reason why I am here is because I believe that everyone is the whole Beluga Harbor and even the Ice Dragon Fjord, The noblest gentleman with the most moral and honorable sense."

"Your lofty ideals and persistent pursuit of spirit, let me decide a secret that should not have been made public, and tell everyone through this method, that is our respected former Speaker, His Excellency Harold Lefkas..."

"Alive."