I will be crowned king

Inner city, Apartments on Boleman Street.

Sera Vigil, who was holding her shoulders, stood expressionlessly outside the bedroom door, looking at the empty bed and the open window, thinking a lot.

After a moment of silence, she slowly looked back at the guy who was a little restless and had wandering eyes: "A certain respected brother, don't you want to say something about the sudden disappearance of your sister?"

Facing the female judge's questioning, Anson could only smile awkwardly but politely.

"I should have warned someone not to avoid the Truth Seeking Cult and contact them in private...right?"

Sera Virgil said coldly. The moment she saw Lisa missing, she already understood what was going on: "What a pity. It seems that even with the friendship in the past and the help that was not shunned, There is no way that a certain 'sincere Commander-in-Chief' would let down his guard against despicable judges like us, and let his weak and helpless sister do such dangerous things in order not to be discovered."

"Well... I think we should all agree. Lisa is cute, but it has nothing to do with being weak and helpless..." Looking at the female judge's increasingly cold face, Anson, who smiled bitterly, could only raise his hands: "Okay, My fault for not telling you all my plans right away."

"But please believe that I am definitely not doing this to harm you - we are friends! The most important thing is, besides the Truth-seeking Cult, who can I rely on now?!"

"Now, at this moment! Apart from you, who else can protect the city of Clovis from the poisonous claws of the Holy See and the Empire?!"

"It's a compliment, and it won't be too late if you want to write to us someday."

The female judge didn't accept this at all, and the smile on her face completely disappeared: "You want to negotiate with Machia, right?"

"He is an apostle, and we have no chance of winning against him." Anson did not hide it: "It is not difficult to defeat the little ideas of the empire and the Holy See, but to hunt down an apostle... don't even think about it."

"How do you know if you haven't tried it?"

"I just know." Anson said word by word: "Because I personally witnessed the Holy See's Judgment Knights trying it. For this reason, they did not hesitate to launch a war and gambled most of the Knights' wealth. Under the premise that the apostle had no room to fight back, he tried to kill him but failed in the end... You won't forget it, right?"

Sera Vigil pursed her lips tightly and looked downcast.

Of course she understood, from the moment she knew that the other party was not a blasphemous mage but an apostle, she understood that this was a battle destined to have no chance of winning, but...

"I can completely understand that the Truth-Seeking Order needs to protect its honor." Anson sighed: "Don't forget, when Captain Lawrence was killed in battle, I was the person involved."

"So you should understand what kind of awakening those fools who worshiped Captain Lawrence have made." Sierra said coldly: "Persuading them with the reason 'you will definitely die' will only make them feel more calm. Keep doing stupid things."

"Of course." Anson twitched his lips. He knew that Cole Dorian would definitely not agree, so he didn't say anything. Otherwise, the two of them might have fallen out on the spot.

"The most important thing is that this matter is not something I can control; a spellcaster of my level is not qualified to negotiate fairly with an apostle."

"You mean..." A flash of panic flashed across the female judge's pupils. She was so shocked that she couldn't even maintain the concealment that the black mage was good at saying: "It's impossible, he, he's not here..."

"If you think space and time can limit the apostles, you underestimate their strength."

Anson shook his head: "I have said from the beginning that there is no chance of defeating the apostles in an upright manner, but it would be different if they are not enemies."

"I never specifically mentioned the apostle in this sentence."

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Looking at the girl in front of her coldly, Machia's face showed a half-smile but not a smile. Although she was even smaller than Lisa, she still put endless pressure on the latter.

"Bargaining... Such a simple and straightforward tone is indeed what Rune would say." Machia's young voice sounded softly: "But if he is here, maybe we can still discuss it, and with your strength... Dear Ta Leah, it seems you are not qualified enough.”

"really."

The dignified girl leaned forward slightly and smiled politely: "As long as the noble Machia is willing, I am afraid that there will be no living life in the entire Clovis city; the laws have been irreversibly damaged and reduced to ordinary people like the tomb of the true god. A dangerous place that cannot be set foot in.”

"But if the situation becomes like that, not to mention that you will soon face the backlash of the laws of nature, the whole world will also regard you as an enemy that must be eliminated immediately; from what humble Thalia understands, that should be The last thing you want to see.”

Snapped--

Machia's right hand gently patted the armrest of the chair. Although there was only a slight sound, Thalia's expression still showed a little instability.

"Dear Thalia, I respect your father, your bloodline, and entertain you according to the standards of the Boredim era." Machiya shook her head: "But you disrespect me and try to threaten me."

"Absolutely not!"

The girl immediately denied it. She knew very well that this was a trap of the other party's words, and it was also Machia's unique style - killing requires a reason, and being offensive or even disrespectful to an apostle is enough to leave the Holy See and even all spellcasters speechless. reasons.

"Honorable Machia, what Thalia just said is true and is just an objective result. It is far from a threat. If we really want to say a threat, shouldn't it mean completely ignoring reality, or even using deliberate deception to make you Such a despicable method to find yourself in a dilemma?”

The moment the words fell, Machia's eyes suddenly changed.

Thalia, who was neither humble nor arrogant, stood up and said in the most serious tone: "One more half hour."

"In half an hour, William Gottfried, who owns the Vatican's most advanced differential engine, will be able to completely decipher your laws with the help of ancient runes; your domain that covers the entire city of Clovis will be Being taken advantage of by a mortal."

"If Thalia didn't tell you this, but deliberately used all kinds of unnecessary words to delay time until Wilhelm Gottfried succeeded..."

"Honorable Machiavelli, that is an out-and-out...threat!"

As the words fell, their eyes were dyed blood red at the same time.

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Outer city, Leiden Military Factory.

Like a storm without warning, the originally "peaceful and peaceful" streets outside the military factory were instantly enveloped by countless gunfire exchanges and various sounds of fighting. The intensity far exceeded that of the community militia and the police just now. The dispute between the police in Whitehall Street reached a level that could be called a "mini-battle".

Although he received advance warning from a certain technical adviser, the cavalry battalion commander Captain Jason did not make a lot of preparations, or he did not have much preparation time - half an hour, what kind of preparation could he do?

In order to ensure that the arsenal was absolutely safe when a riot broke out, the remaining troops arranged by the Storm Legion were very sufficient; not only the headquarters cavalry battalion, but also the artillery company, and the nominal Guards company under Lisa's command, totaling more than 400 The human force defends an arsenal built of masonry, steel bars, and concrete.

It is no exaggeration to say that unless the enemy possesses twenty-four pounders and more than one such heavy field weapon, the cavalry captain will have sufficient confidence to hold on even if the number of enemies increases ten times.

But to his surprise, the enemies attacking here were not just "ordinary" troops...

"boom--!!!!"

Violently burning fireworks exploded on the outer wall of the factory, and the collapsed brick walls first flew into the sky like raindrops, and then sprayed out like colorful fireworks, and scattered on the sandbag position like colorful paper.

The picture looks very gorgeous, especially when the confetti and fireworks explode in the air one after another, it is simply beautiful; but when you come back from the trance, you find that the "confetti" falling towards you are actually burning broken bricks. At this time, the trance-like beauty will immediately turn into indescribable fear...

"boom--!!!!"

The cavalry captain, who had no time to dodge, was directly blocked behind the factory gate by the guards beside him. He watched helplessly as the position was engulfed in flames: "Is there no way to suppress those bastards?!"

"The deputy battalion commander has already gone to ask for help, but with the intensity of the attack on the other side, the headquarters should be able to find this place without our reminding at all!" the guard shouted loudly, pressing the brim of his hat:

"Let the troops retreat into the factory buildings as soon as possible and hold on, which should weaken the opponent's advantage!"

"But then if reinforcements arrive, we may not be able to respond..." The cavalry captain gritted his teeth: "You! Go to the technical adviser immediately and ask him how much time he needs. If you wait a little longer, I will There may be no way to cover his breakout!"

"yes!"

Although the strength of the opponent is strong, it is not enough to defeat or even annihilate itself, so what really worries the cavalry captain is the safety of William, the technical adviser; although it is not clear what that guy is up to, it may be that the enemy's surprise attack with such a high-profile is itself. It is already a reflection of its importance.

The first principle of war: No matter whether you understand the enemy's intention or not, you must not let him succeed!

"There's no need for that."

With his back turned to the anxious guards, Wilhelm Gottfried, who was still constantly modifying the ancient runes on the walls and blackboard, seemed quite leisurely, and even rarely picked up a cup of scalding hot coffee:

"Tell your Excellency, Captain, that I am grateful for his care, but please completely ignore my existence and do your best to resist the enemy. It doesn't matter if you are forced to retreat."

"If it's really beyond your power, it's enough to at least not let the enemy break into this room directly... It won't take long, give me more..."

"Fifteen minutes, yes, fifteen minutes." William rubbed his eyes that were already sore: "In another fifteen minutes, the winner will be decided!"

Elizabeth, who was still sorting information next to her, looked up at him, then lowered her head thoughtfully, saying nothing.

In the office where the roar of gunfire could be heard all the time, William, who was completely immersed in his work, took a sip of coffee, and a trace of ridicule flashed under the corners of his extremely tired eyes.

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"Let me understand a little bit, dear Thalia, you...or your father, do you want to make an exchange with me?"

Inside the embassy, ​​Machia's tone began to become tougher: "The overtures and threats are just bargaining chips to make me make concessions."

The girl didn't reply immediately, she just smiled.

Machia was not embarrassed by this: "It seems that there is a deviation in my understanding, right?"

"No, actually if you think so, it's probably more in line with my father's temper, right? You know, my father has never had anything to do with 'humor'. Simple and direct negotiation is his favorite method." Leah answered unhurriedly:

"Because of this, I am now the head of the Luen family."

Machia had no reaction to this declarative tone.

There is no such concept of "identity" among spellcasters or apostles. This world is far more ruthless than the "class society" that humans understand. It is an absolutely pure natural law; everyone is unique in the evolutionary chain. species, so there are only two kinds of surprise: lower-level life and higher-level existence.

Not to mention the head of the family, even if Thalia claimed that she was more noble than Rune, Machia would not take it seriously, because it was meaningless - if it were not for Rune, the girl would not be sitting in front of him and still alive to speak. Chance.

"The conditions we offer here are that you can continue to live in Clovis City, but the territory can only be limited to a corner of Lund Manor, and the territory must not cover more than the forest surrounding the manor." Thalia said with a smile:

"In addition, you must create the illusion that you are being hunted by the Inquisitor in public. Of course, your name or identity can be arbitrary; this is our only requirement."

"Request?" Makiya blinked: "Dear Thalia, you are asking me to put myself under house arrest, aren't you?"

"If you must understand it this way, please continue to maintain it, noble Machiavelli."

Thalia nodded slightly: "There are still fifteen minutes... If you don't stop, William Gottfried will break your law - Saint Isaac's wisdom is really terrifying, allowing mortals to have the ability to contact the apostle Opportunity for power, isn’t it?”

"Now, I guess this should be the real threat." Machiya said lightly: "But since he threatens me, killing him shouldn't matter, right?"

"It doesn't matter, just do it."

The girl is neither humble nor arrogant: "But my father said that Machia is an extremely careful guy. He will abide by his promise to the Holy See. The probability of his true body appearing in Clovis City... is simply 100%; you who are talking to me now, probably It's just a part of the 'True Machia'; think about what would happen if this news was known by other noble apostles of curse magic?"

"Now..." Thalia paused, her scarlet pupils extremely sharp:

"This is the bargaining chip I use to 'threaten' you."