I will be crowned king

Chapter 181 Anson·Women’s Friend·Bach

When the last person's figure and footsteps disappeared outside the door, the excitement and madness on the black mage's face disappeared, and his scarlet pupils were calm and sharp.

"Perfect speech, Professor."

Bronn, with his hands behind his back, walked out of the shadows behind the chair, looked into the Black Mage's eyes with his ice-blue eyes, and refilled his cup with a reverent smile:

"The Inner City Guards are about to face a surprise."

"They are still just dazzled by the benefits after victory... Just a group of thugs is not enough to accomplish our real goal."

The black mage gently pointed out his student's mistakes:

"When the riot officially begins, death and flintlock lead will quickly calm them down and turn them into hyenas searching for bones in the sewers, and a hyena cannot be trusted."

"And you're not pinning your hopes on them, are you?"

Bloen put down the bottle: "What we need them to do is to cause as much chaos and destruction to the inner city as possible, that's all."

"It makes no difference whether these people end up dead or alive."

"Exactly."

The black mage drank it all in one gulp, and some wine stains oozed from the corners of his mouth:

"Compared with our goals and even the grand plan of the Old God Sect, the lives and lives of these people are not worth mentioning at all; not to mention that the value of all of them combined to us is not as valuable as Anson Bach alone."

The dismissive tone could not conceal the surprise in Mace Honard's words.

Bloun remained silent on this point. The fact that Ansen Bach was able to obtain actual control of Clovis Cathedral from Luther Franz really surprised him; from the information he knew, the general The bishop is extremely cautious and it is impossible to trust someone to this extent.

"Could this be a trap?" Blown asked softly.

"You mean Anson Bach has betrayed me?"

"No, but it is possible that Luther Franz deliberately used Anson to deceive you by ambushing Inquisition men inside the church."

"Of course it is possible, especially since my identity has been exposed." Mace Honnard sneered:

"But on the other hand, this is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - to use the riots in Clovis City to wipe out the Inquisition in the city!"

Bronn opened his eyes slightly, and his expressionless face showed a flash of surprise:

"I really didn't expect you to be considering such a radical idea?"

"No, dear Bronn, this is not a 'radical idea', this is a gamble." Mace Honnard's eyes were incomparably solemn:

"Now that my identity has been exposed, I am frightened by the status of St. Isaac's College in the Church of Order, and they do not dare to take action easily because they do not know my details yet, but such vigilance has a time limit."

"At present, the existence of the Old God Sect organization in Clovis City is already known to everyone at the top and the lowest level; once the situation expands, Luther Franz cannot withstand the pressure from the Holy Capital of the Church of Order... The action is It’s a matter of time.”

Shaking his head, Mace Honnard played with the empty wine glass, and the remaining blood-red liquid swayed up and down in the transparent glass wall:

"On the other hand, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - March 1st. Only on that day will we have the opportunity to obtain both the "Great Magic Book" and the legendary bloodline of August!"

"Once we get these two treasures, we will no longer have to stay in this city shrouded in smoke and stench. We can abandon our past identity and rise again from the shadows!"

Bloen nodded. From the professor's tone, he already understood the other party's determination. There was no need to continue discussing the matter:

"Then where are we going?"

"Let's go to the north, Ice Dragon Fjord." Black Mage said decisively:

"It is a Clovis colonial territory, and the penetration of the Church of Order's power there is still very weak; and there is a certain foundation of heretical beliefs in the area. As long as you are careful, it is not easy to detect the establishment of power."

"The most important thing is that the apostles of the three old gods are almost all concentrated on the continent of the old world; once I find a way to upgrade, in the style of a blood vendetta between caster families in the Dark Ages, what greets us is definitely not enthusiasm. hug."

"The fuse that detonated Clovis has been lit by us, and an unprecedented storm will soon sweep across the entire old world; and we will accumulate strength in the new world and wait until the most appropriate time to return."

As Mace Honard spoke, a rising fire of fanaticism was already igniting in his pupils.

Silent Bronn lowered his humble head. He was wise, powerful, and always so ambitious... This is why he was still willing to serve Mace Hornard after learning that he was an Old God sect.

He followed the steps of the black mage and left. The gorgeous and gloomy room was burned to ashes bit by bit by the purple flames floating on the chandelier as the two of them walked.

When the two left and a nearby homeless man opened the door by mistake, there was only a burned-out ruined wall that had been abandoned for many years.

………………

Red Brick Street, Clovis Cathedral.

With his hands behind his back, Anson strode through the prayer hall covered with vegetable-colored glass. The heavy doors were opened in front of him one by one. Believers who came to pray and go to the bank to do business, deacons and nuns from the cathedral were constantly surrounding him. , cast a strange look at the military uniform on his body and the little secretary who followed him.

Alan Dawn, who was full of excitement, held his leather bag full of documents, and hung the golden door key of Clovis Cathedral directly on his chest. He held his head high and trotted behind Anson.

After receiving full authorization from Luther Franz, Anson did not delay any further - that afternoon the entire stormtrooper group set out from Whitehall Street to fully deploy the defense against Clovis Cathedral.

As the religious center and to a certain extent the financial center of the entire Clovis Kingdom, the Clovis Cathedral occupies a large area; not only is it a large palace-level building, but the ancillary buildings even cover the entire red brick street and even the adjacent buildings. Two streets before and after.

With the Storm Regiment's mere 800 people, let alone filling these rooms, even if they set up garrison points in every building, 8,000 people would not be enough.

Therefore, we must concentrate our forces and deploy defenses in the core area.

Based on the memories of "former Anson" at the Military Academy and the Southern Fortress and the experience of Fort Thunder, barricades and outposts were first set up on Red Brick Street and two adjacent streets to implement the blockade.

Secondly, use a large number of simple bunkers and temporary artillery forts throughout the streets; this not only allows the soldiers to have enough bunkers when fighting against rioters that are several times their number - the storm regiment, which lacks veterans, generally only has to shoot at the enemy. Only when the time comes can we maintain morale - and more importantly, we can use these obstacles during retreat to divert the incoming crowd.

Set up shooting ports on the top floors of all buildings for sniping and dropping grenades; even elite troops will be shaken and frightened when faced with projectiles and shooting from high altitudes; even if the actual damage is very pitiful, the blow to morale is very serious considerable.

The last step is to fully reinforce and transform the entire Clovis Cathedral: once the situation is unexpected and we have to retreat into the interior of the cathedral, we still need to make some important choices.

The answer given by Luther Franz was that except for the underground vault, all above-ground buildings could be abandoned if necessary.

Opening the main door of the prayer hall room, the largest room of Clovis Cathedral has completely changed its appearance: a map of the entire city of Clovis and the surrounding red brick streets is hung on the wall, and the corners on both sides are neatly arranged. Ammunition boxes of various types were piled neatly, and all the benches were placed together on one side, and used as a temporary field hospital together with the collected medicines.

Sophia, holding a folder in her hand, was standing in the center of the hall. The little maid Angelica and Lisa were making happy faces beside her - the two of them had been talking to each other since the incident at St. Isaac's College. Very compatible.

"My father asked me to give it to you."

Sophia handed the document to Anson expressionlessly: "This is a special approval document that allows you to directly use the entire budget of the storm group without any approval procedures."

"Sign your name and give it to any deacon of the Order and they will have the money in front of you within fifteen minutes."

"Thanks."

Anson nodded with a chuckle and handed the received document to the little clerk behind him. At the same time, he looked at the girl's somewhat lonely face with some astonishment:

"Anything else?"

Sophia shook her head. She didn't seem to mean to speak or leave. She stood there expressionlessly. Her calm eyes completely lost the calmness and reserve of the past, and her face seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds.

Hmm...it was exactly the same as when Ludwig Franz suddenly received the order to retreat in front of the siege position of Thunder Castle.

This family is really carved from the same mold... Ansen, who was deeply feeling the awkward atmosphere, forced a smile in front of him, and deliberately pretended to suddenly remember and said:

"By the way, regarding Draco Vertes, I answered too hastily last time so I didn't tell you some things. He is very likely to be there now..."

"What's the point?!"

The girl suddenly raised her head and roared at Anson: "Even if I know now, what can I change and what can I do?!"

The sharp voice surged under the dome of the hall. People coming and going around were either stunned with fright, or stood curiously, looking this way.

The frightened little clerk hid directly behind Anson, pursed his lips tightly and did not dare to speak out.

"……Feel sorry."

In just a moment, Sophia's expression returned to calmness, but her gloomy expression still couldn't conceal her loneliness: "I just have some...some..."

"I see."

Anson comforted him without changing his expression, but obviously this level of "comfort" was of no use to Sophia. The depressed girl glanced at him lightly:

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

"I'll send you a carriage." Anson suggested.

"No need, I can just hail a taxi myself."

"Then I'll take you out."

"……Thanks."

"You are welcome."

The two turned and left the prayer hall. Lisa on the side wanted to follow, but was stopped by Angelica and Alan Dawn.

When she was almost reaching the street, the girl looked back and signaled Anson to stop with her eyes. She walked alone to the street and waved to the passing carriage.

"I'm so sorry, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach."

The little maid who was walking slowly stood beside Anson and whispered with an apologetic expression:

"Miss Sophia has been experiencing some mood swings in the past two days because of what happened that afternoon. Please forgive me for any rudeness."

"It's okay, it's understandable." Anson chuckled and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

But the little maid let out a long sigh and looked at Sophia's back with eyes full of melancholy:

"In fact, Miss Sophia has always been very clear about what she means to the Franz family; Mr. Luther can give her a lot of pampering, but he will never let her really come into contact with the family business."

"But she has never given up her efforts and has been doing her best to prove to Mr. Luther that her loyalty to the family is not inferior to Mr. Ludwig's talent; but the more eager she is to show it, the harder it is to get Mr. Luther's approval. The more you agree with it, the bigger the blow will be..."

The little maid kept lamenting. Anson, who was completely uninterested in these family and father-daughter conflicts, could only keep a heavy expression and listen with a correct attitude.

A full minute passed, and Anson, who had been running for a second like a year, finally couldn't help but interrupt:

"I think these problems still stem from Clovis's tradition - modern women already have the right to work independently and inherit property, but the entire society still looks at her... uh... you from the perspective of the Dark Ages."

"That's it, you are so right!" The little maid's eyes lit up:

"Angelica has met many such guys, and each of them seems to be living in the dark ages; every time Mr. Luther sends Miss Sophia and Angelica to negotiate with these people, their expressions …Yeah, yeah… It’s like I was humiliated!”

The little maid showed an expression of gnashing her teeth, clenched her little pink fist bitterly, and waved it in the air in front of her.

"But you won't be like this, Your Excellency Anson Bach. You are the first officer Angelica has ever seen who doesn't look at women differently! I really enjoyed chatting with you today, and I can continue to do so if I have the opportunity in the future. - Angelica also has many friends, as well as the salon that Miss Sophia often goes to, and they will definitely welcome you especially!"

No, I don’t really want to be a “friend of women”… Looking at the little maid’s shining eyes, the smiling Anson twitched his throat:

"certainly."

"Thank you so much!"

The little maid showed a sweet smile and suddenly pointed to the other end of the street and shouted: "Ah, a carriage is coming!"

Anson looked in the direction she pointed. On the slightly empty street, a relatively new-looking taxi was slowly approaching the cathedral.

The red brick street is very crowded and bustling during the day, but now it seems much deserted due to the martial law... Probably because he saw Sophia standing on the roadside waving, the young driver driving the carriage sped up a little.

Anson breathed a long sigh of relief, and waved to Angelie who was trotting towards Sophia, ready to go back and wait for the people from the trial to come back to discuss the next plan.

The moment he turned around, a sharp stabbing pain came from his heart, and Anson's body froze in shock.

Is this...a spellcaster nearby?

In Clovis Cathedral?

Anson, who instantly guessed something, turned around suddenly and stared at the young driver:

"Sofia, get down!"