I will be crowned king

The loud noise of the explosion caused the ground to tremble slightly. The air waves carried the gravel and rubble and poured into the surrounding streets. Large tracts of smoke began to spread around.

And if you look up at the sky, you can still see the "pieces" of the Crown Tavern falling down like raindrops.

"This is really... so unlucky!"

The dejected curses were drowned in the aftermath of the explosion. Karin Jacques, who was hiding in the corner and shivering, was about to collapse - both physically and mentally.

"...My dear friend Karin Jacques, you don't have to worry about anything; there is nothing I can do to trouble you. After all, I have just mediated the colonial jihad. The goal is too big to come forward. You are already the most worthy one." Among the trustworthy members of the Society of Truth, he is the most qualified for this job..."

"...Yes, there is nothing dangerous this time. It's just running errands. I have made all the arrangements for you. It is absolutely foolproof. Even if you don't trust me, you should still trust Senior Luther Franz, right?"

Holy Isaac, what on earth have I got so crazy that I believe that novelist and run this way without looking back, just half a step away from blowing myself up into the sky? !

The trainee priest huddled in the corner, regretful and wanted to slap himself twice.

After the aftermath dissipated, he gritted his teeth, stood up fearfully, and carefully looked around, like a hare afraid of being spotted by a hunter.

Wow——

The explosion point, or more accurately, the ruins of the Crown Tavern suddenly heard a burst of movement; the nervous Karin Jacques was so frightened that he almost jumped up on the spot, and immediately jumped to the side to hide.

However, he was still slow... As dust and broken bricks and tiles scattered, a conical "tent" surrounded by black metal spears appeared in the center of the explosion. The gun body was smashed and twisted by the explosion. The roots collapsed one after another, revealing three figures hiding inside.

The trainee priest who had just wanted to hide subconsciously raised his head, and his eyes met the other person's.

"It's you?"

Ian Clemens and Karin Jacques said in unison, and then their eyes widened in unison: "So he was talking about you?!"

"Are you performing some improv show?"

The expressionless Carno said coldly, dusting himself off casually: "Can you hurry up a little bit? There are two innocent people here who know nothing about the situation, but they were almost blown up to the sky."

Upon hearing this, Derek turned his head subconsciously, revealing a handsome black and shiny face - the position he had just been sitting in was closest to the explosion point, and he was the only one among the three who was directly affected.

The former Grand Master of the Faithless Knights and the trainee priest looked at each other.

"Ahem... Well, the situation is probably like this." An awkward but polite smile appeared on Karin Jacques' face: "I have a friend..."

"Draco Vertes." Carno added coldly: "We know this."

"Yes, that's the bastard!"

The smiling trainee priest gritted his teeth: "He told me that if the situation is critical, then come to the Crown Tavern, there will be reinforcements specially arranged by him - to be honest, if I had known that you ran from the colony to Clovis City, I would have I have found a way to contact you all, so why do I need him?!"

"Yes, that would be great." Ian also smiled bitterly: "So you need our help?"

"Yes, and it is quite necessary!"

Karin Jacques was out of breath: "I want to take the latest newspapers out of the city as soon as possible, but someone is creating chaos in the city, chasing the newsboys who sell newspapers, and provoking conflicts between the community militia and the Privy Council..."

"Ah, so you need us to protect you from Clovis City?" Ian asked before he could finish his words: "No problem, but you may have to explain who is there in advance..."

"No, no, no, you really don't need this. We have people from the Truth Society outside the city who are responsible for taking care of you. You don't need to risk leaving Clovis City."

"Then... we need to assassinate the real culprit behind this riot?"

"Uh..." Karin Jacques rolled his eyes: "It seems that there is no need for this, because the judges of Clovis City have already done it, and I don't think you want to deal with them for the time being."

"That……"

"Both of you."

Sir Carnot interrupted again: "Before you decline to be polite, I have a small question that I might like to ask."

The two of them turned their heads and looked over at the same time. Only Derek, who had a handsome and dark complexion, was still in a daze.

"According to your statement, no one except Draco Vertes knew that we were in this tavern, and no one knew that Priest Carlin Jacques would come here to ask for help, but someone specially planted explosives in the tavern. And it exploded just as he was about to arrive..."

"Am I the only one who feels that this 'just right' is too weird?"

The four people looking at each other suddenly became extremely quiet.

The trainee priest twitched his throat vigorously, as if he wanted to say something, but did not dare to speak; Ian Clemens, who looked at him with a half-smile, obviously already had his own guess.

Only Derek, the Wild Hunt Knight, was still stunned, still not recovering from the impact of the explosion.

"It's a pity that this 'just' is not perfect enough."

Along with the cold words, a young man wearing a uniform similar to that of a judge and with a red single ponytail appeared silently in front of the three people:

"Without the power of this bloodline, which is a hidden type of talent, the original plan should have gone perfectly, so... Dear Mr. Karin Jacques, I am very sorry, but you may have to struggle for a while before going to hell."

Facing the opponent's obviously malicious eyes, Carno took the initiative to block in front of the trainee priest, expressionlessly extending his right hand to his side, and a dark spear stretched out from the ground.

The red-haired young man did not rush to take action, and the corners of his mouth stretched into a smile that extended to the roots of his ears - literally.

Soon, more than twenty figures appeared around them... equipped with both hot and cold weapons, surrounding the four people in the center.

"Although I don't know what use the current Faithless Knights will have to you and the truth, but..." Smiling Ian unhurriedly pulled out his sword and patted the person next to him who was still in a daze. Derek:

"It should be one of them to entertain these warm-hearted gentlemen, right?"

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Inner city, 55 Brahman Street.

"Cole Dorian and the others... if nothing else goes wrong, they should already be fighting against the assassins of the Holy See and the Empire."

Sera Vigil, who was leaning against the wall and holding his hands on his chest, looked at a certain commander-in-chief on the sofa: "The content of the operation is kept secret. Every inquisitor only knows his mission before setting off, except for me. No one other than Cole knows about our plan, but..."

"According to you, the entire content of our actions has been completely exposed, and everyone on the other side knows it clearly, right?"

Anson nodded slightly, his expression more serious than ever.

"Machia's domain covers the entire city of Clovis. Theoretically, those assassins only need to make a wish to him, and they can immediately know all our next whereabouts and plans, and can prepare in advance and deploy targeted attacks based on the content of the plan. Ambush and assassination - because it is 'making a wish', even if the person involved is completely ignorant, he will act in line with the 'wishes'."

"That's...a prophecy." The female judge held her chin:

"Even if you change your mind all the time, or even don't think about it at all, you still can't prevent the final result from happening?"

"As long as you are within the realm of his laws, the results will not change." Anson agreed: "This is the power of the laws. Unless you can crack or distort his laws, you will never be able to benefit from this influence. Get out."

This is why even though he was temporarily left by the Queen Mother, he was still accurately ambushed by the opponent. Both Alexei and Norton just passed by accidentally, but fell into the opponent's trap without realizing it - the law is unreasonable. Yes, it is an absolute iron law, just like everything under the laws of nature. Even if the setting is so, if it does not conform to your cognition, then there is a deviation in cognition.

However, as long as there are rules, there will always be loopholes, there will definitely be flaws. The flaws are never in the rules themselves, but in the people who use the rules.

As long as you make a wish, you can fulfill any wish and get any answer you want - here is the key. The prerequisite for the answer is to be able to ask questions, but what if you don't even understand what you want to ask?

Judging from the previous negotiations with Machia, the number of times that a wish can be realized is limited, so it is obvious that the assassins of the Empire and the Holy See will definitely put forward some very specific wishes, such as "the next actions of the Truth Seeking Order", "the Storm Legion's Specific trends", "Where will a certain member of the Truth Society go next"...

As long as the other party is not a fool, they will definitely not want to know the answers to extremely general questions such as "the purpose of the Truth Society" or "what did Anson Bach want to do?" because it is of no use to them at all, or there is no need to ask. I already knew it.

The enemy knows your ultimate purpose and all current and next specific actions, so where is the only flaw?

Milestones.

A perfect plan is like a thrilling love, which is definitely not achieved overnight; it will have many stages - the other party will know what you want and what you are doing, but they will never know why you are doing it, because This is a question that cannot be asked and cannot be understood.

As long as the other party cannot understand its stage goals, it can only use exhaustive methods to continuously block all actions on its side to achieve the purpose of destroying its own plan; and in this way, a lot of manpower and material resources will be wasted because the key point cannot be found.

"...In short, the assassins of the Holy See and the Empire only know that we are eager to end the riot as soon as possible and spread the printed newspapers throughout Clovis City, because this can be seen; but they still don't understand why we are doing this Even if I do it, I can’t understand what it means and what the consequences will be.”

Anson looked at the female inquisitor and said with a slightly contented tone: "So they could only continue to create chaos, intercept and kill the newsboys and reporters delivering newspapers, and surround and suppress the truth society members who were organizing this behind the scenes... but instead exposed their flaws."

"But it's not enough." The female judge's face was solemn: "If you want to hunt down Machiya, it's not enough."

"Of course it's not enough... Mere flaws and loopholes can only prevent us from losing the game he carefully prepared." Anson agreed: "If we want to win, we have to completely break the rules."

"Even if you are an apostle, there are limits and blind spots in your thinking. It's just that the absolute crushing power makes the blind spots difficult to detect. But fortunately, the one we met still abides by the rules of the game - as long as he doesn't take the initiative If we provoke him, He will never directly kill us all.”

"To seize the flaws of an 'apostle', it is absolutely impossible to do it with human ability - this is not something that is possible by challenging the limit. If you can't do it, you can't do it. In order to get the answer, it is necessary The amount of calculation is at a level that flesh and blood absolutely cannot touch.”

"But, that's definitely not impossible..."

While talking to himself, Anson glanced out of the corner of his eye.

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"Very well...that's it...that's right...keep...continue...don't stop...continue..."

The sick voice came from the office of the factory, the extremely satisfied tone, and the strange noises of violent collisions from time to time, which made the Storm Legion cavalry battalion commander guarding outside have wild thoughts - especially when he knew that there was something inside the office. After a young and beautiful female prisoner, and a "technical advisor" who was highly valued by Commander-in-Chief Anson Bach, it became even harder for him not to be crooked.

But Elizabeth Lemon, who was sitting in the only chair in the office at this time, had no such idea at all. She was silent and looked at the skinny William Gottfried who looked like he might faint at any time. He jumped up and down, using a pencil to draw crooked symbols in every corner of the room and every available space.

As an adjutant of the Knights of Judgment, Elizabeth only has the most basic understanding of ancient runes; this is not surprising. Even within the Holy See, ancient runes are a very special research project. Not only is it unpopular, but it can even obtain research permission. There are only a very small number of scholars, and unauthorized contact will be wanted by the church. The crime is even more serious than involving the Old God Sect.

If she had not obtained partial permission for special reasons, Elizabeth would not even know that these things were "ancient runes". Now she can only roughly understand the general meaning of William's "ghost-drawing runes", and it is completely unclear when it comes to the specific content. Do not understand.

But even so, the information she saw still made her feel cold. Every syllable she spoke subconsciously trembled:

"You...are you trying to imitate the...laws of an apostle-level conjurer?"