I will be crowned king

March 7th, northern suburbs of Clovis, seven o'clock in the morning.

Sitting on the carriage heading to Lunde Manor, Anson, wearing a double-breasted black dress and a tall silk top hat, stared at the foggy outskirts of the city in trance, and what Sophia said kept ringing in his mind:

The so-called Truth Society originated from the great sectarian schism in 450 BC. The Church of Order in the Kingdom of Clovis also established itself during the schism and founded the Seeking Truth Sect.

This sect has two characteristics. The first is that it does not care much about doctrine, but is very interested in historical truth; the second is that it is keen on mathematics and alchemy; because it founded the earliest modern teaching system and academy system, it is also generally known as For Ivory.

Around 100 BC, the Truth-Seeking Sect, relying on the full support of the Clovis royal family, reached its peak. The most radical among them established another small group with a more rigorous organization, calling themselves the "Truth Society".

The characteristics of this organization are that it is semi-secret, and the conditions for selecting new members are extremely harsh. In terms of its fanaticism in research and its extremely hostile attitude towards the Church of Order, it is also an alien that is not welcomed by others within the Qiuzhen Sect, and is regarded as " A bunch of capable but mentally ill freaks.”

Until an extraordinary genius emerged among them.

Isaac Rand.

The most active period of this saint also happened to be the period when the Truth Society was at its strongest. Not only did he transform the entire Qiuzhen Sect into the "periphery" of the Truth Society, he also controlled the diplomacy and military affairs of the Kingdom of Clovis to a certain extent.

After the Second Public Order Council in the forty-seventh year of the Saints Calendar, the Qiuzhen Sect, like many sects, was re-merged under the Pope of the Holy City. The Church of Order was once again unified, and the Truth Society disappeared.

And now, this radical organization that should have been buried has reappeared on the land of the Kingdom of Clovis, and in such an exaggerated manner - with a riot, Carlos II had to make compromises with them.

The content of the agreement actually doesn't matter. For a king to make a promise that he is unwilling to do is itself the best proof of strength.

But what Anson is really curious about is, what is their purpose in doing this?

The Church of Order has been trying its best to avoid wars between countries, or in other words, trying its best to avoid participating in wars between countries, in order to continue to maintain its neutral and transcendent status;

Old God sects all over the world are using different means and methods to provoke wars in order to break the balance and destroy the foundation of the Church of Order's rule over the world of Order;

So what is Draco Vertes and the truth behind him... for?

On that stormy night, the novelist, who was full of mysteries, told him that if he didn't want to be manipulated and changed by others, he should try to change something himself first.

In other words, they are very dissatisfied with the current status quo and the Church of Order, but they do not want to return to the era ruled by the Old God Sect?

Interesting... Anson raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Now that Draco Vertes has told everything, even through Sophia's mouth - yes, he is completely convinced that the novelist who is extremely good at hiding was definitely exposed in front of Sophia on purpose - even his own truth The identity was also revealed...

It won't be long before these people come to me and talk to me about their "big plans".

The smiling Anson slowly retracted his gaze from the window. As soon as he turned his head, he was startled by Alan Dawn sitting opposite him.

The little clerk with shining eyes had an extremely flattering smile, and the corners of his mouth were raised just right to reveal a few neat white teeth. He sat obediently in his seat and stared at Anson without blinking.

"I said you...what's that look in your eyes?"

"Nothing, just excitement and gratitude from the bottom of my heart!"

The little clerk shook his head quickly, with a smile that was almost stiff with excitement: "I really didn't expect that Mr. Anson Bach could actually get an invitation letter from Lund Manor - this is something that even the Franz family, and even Osterley... The Asian royal family is not an honor that can be obtained easily!"

"To be honest, when I learned that Master Ludwig Franz was back, I...I thought it might be a blow to your career; but now the situation is completely different! There is an invitation from the Luen family, The oldest and most noble family in Clovis will never dare to look at you like an ordinary soldier again!"

"I even dare to say that today is the day your career will really take off!"

Looking at the little secretary who was so excited that he could hardly contain himself, Anson had a wry smile on his lips - he didn't know what he would think if he found out that the "incomparably noble" Lund Manor was actually a lair of a blasphemous mage.

The reason why Alan, who knew nothing about all this, was brought along was purely because of Sophia's reminder.

"...I don't know why you were invited by the Luen family, but that is the oldest family in Clovis, and the various red tapes are even more complicated than the palace dinner; so if you don't want to be embarrassed as soon as you enter the door because of something" If a trivial matter is regarded as a deliberate insult to the other party, it is best to bring someone with you who understands all this..."

"Lord Anson Bach, please feel free to rest assured!"

The trembling little secretary interrupted Anson's memories again, his face red with excitement like a tomato about to ripen:

"As your loyal secretary, I will definitely let the Luen family understand how lucky and crucial an investment they are to have the opportunity to entertain you!"

Anson smiled slightly, took out a bottle of wine from the drawer of the carriage, poured a glass and handed it to the little secretary who was about to faint:

"Then I'll leave everything to you."

"Yes...yes! We must fulfill our mission!"

Allen took the wine glass with respectful hands, picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp - showing no signs of calming down, and his face was even redder than before.

It seems to have had the opposite effect...Ah...I seem to have forgotten that he is still underage...Anson kept smiling, but began to feel uneasy in his heart.

After waiting, I hope that as an underage secretary, I will not go crazy drinking in public.

The bumpy carriage drove quickly through the misty wilderness, passing from rows of neat and straight sycamore trees into a path in the dense forest that could only accommodate two four-wheeled carriages.

Anson took an expressionless breath - if the information Sophia provided was correct, from the moment he entered this forest, he would have entered the scope of Lund Manor.

Half an hour later, a black castle with a tall spire and a palace-like appearance appeared at the end of the dense forest path.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of an iron gate. Anson glanced at the little clerk who was already sleeping on the armchair with a happy smile on his face. He sighed with a wry smile, got out of the carriage alone, and headed toward the castle. direction.

"Be careful, don't die in there."

An extremely cold voice sounded from behind. Anson, who was about to push open the iron door, turned around slightly in surprise and looked at his "car driver" with a playful expression:

"What a surprise. I didn't know you actually cared about me so much... Lieutenant Colonel Roman."

"No, I don't care about your life or death."

Roman, with a fierce expression, stared at Anson without blinking: "But Major General Ludwig is very concerned, because your death will cause a lot of trouble that he doesn't want to run into."

"So for your own sake and not to cause trouble to the Franz family, you'd better come back alive."

With the corners of his mouth raised, Anson nodded gently towards Roman, then opened the door and left.

In every sense, the Luen family is an extremely special existence in the Kingdom of Clovis.

There are as many legends about the origins of this family as there are legends about the Seven Knights: the prime minister of the ancient Kingdom of Clovis, the descendant of the Great Wizard, the Cursed, the actual ruler of the Kingdom of Clovis... the list goes on.

As a hereditary family that is older than the Osterian royal family and owns 24,000 acres of hereditary territory around the royal capital, it actually has no influence in the upper-level politics of the Kingdom of Clovis - everyone only knows This family is very old, and being invited by them or having one of them as a guest is a privilege that even the royal family would be deeply honored by.

Before coming, of course, Anson also carefully investigated the background of the Luen family, and found that although this family is really low-key, its influence is indeed not small: almost all trade unions in all walks of life have received their capital injection, and the inner city is the most prosperous. Three of the ten streets in the house are in the name of the Luhn family - including Boleman Street where he lives.

In addition, they also participated in the construction of public facilities in the city of Clovis, the board of directors of St. Isaac's College, the United Steel and Coal Mining Association... Their share of funds in the Railway Committee is only second to the chairman.

This family's influence on the economy of the Kingdom of Clovis has reached a pervasive level.

If that were the case, then the Rune family would be just another ancient "Franz family"; but according to Sera Vigil, and Professor Mace Honnard mentioned it more than once, they It was found that the Rune family and the August family were mentioned at the same time more than once in various historical materials...

The Rune family... is most likely an Old God sect family composed of spellcasters, just like the so-called August.

He may have stepped into a carefully designed trap... Breathing in the light mist, Anson forced himself to be calm and walked towards the castle along the smooth mirror-like stone slabs under his feet.

"Distinguished guests, welcome to Lunde Manor."

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo stood in front of the door. His broad forehead showed some sparse hair, and he had a very subtle smile on his face, which made people unconsciously remain reserved:

"It's a great honor for me that you can take some time out of your busy schedule."

Anson nodded lightly, holding a note protruding from his sleeves with his hands behind his back, and raised the corners of his mouth and head slightly at the same time: "No, no, you are so polite."

In the oldest aristocratic etiquette of Clovis, all the words that the guest and host want to say are fixed at the beginning, and cannot be changed except for nouns and very few verbs.

This is mainly because Clovis rose too late, with only a few hundred years of history. The entire set of etiquette standards were copied from the empire. The bumpkin Clovis nobles at that time did not understand the key to this set; Now, hundreds of years later, these rigid and mechanical techniques have become a symbol of nobility and antiquity.

Anson, who was born in the countryside and traveled through time, knew nothing about these things, whether he was Anson before or now; but he had a note in his hand that the little secretary prepared all night, which took into account all the situations that Anson must face.

"I am the steward of the manor. You can call me Otto." The middle-aged man turned around and opened the door of the castle:

"My master is preparing for the banquet for you. The luncheon will start in two hours. Please follow me to the side hall to rest for a while."

According to the description on the note, Anson, who said nothing, just kept smiling and walked into the castle under the guidance of the butler.

Passing through the foyer, Anson followed the other person from a long and narrow corridor to the lounge; almost at the same time as he sat down, two valets happened to place coffee and snacks on the coffee table in front of him, and the fireplace in the room The fire was also lit early.

Everything looks so luxurious and elegant...except for some reason, the two male servants look a little weird, their faces are too pale, and their movements are somewhat mechanical and uncoordinated.

"What are those?"

Before the housekeeper left, Anson turned and pointed at the oil painting on the wall and the square box under the painting and asked.

Under no circumstances can guests talk to any servant except the butler. If they are forced to do so, they must go through their own attendants or valets - but the little clerk was already drunk and fell asleep in the carriage. .

"Those are great people who have received funding from the Luen family and have made outstanding contributions to the kingdom." Butler Otto replied:

"In the long history of the Luen family, it has supported many talented and outstanding people, most of whom have left their portraits in the manor; others with a closer relationship will also leave their ashes or relics Leave it to the manor for safekeeping and let them sleep here with all generations of the family.”

"This is the special tradition of the Luen family. Bloodline and great men have created our history. What do you think?"

“I think it’s a very good tradition.”

Anson responded with a smile: "Before the banquet begins, can I admire the portraits of these great people?"

"Of course, please enjoy it."

After the words fell, the butler who bowed and bowed turned and left.

The moment the other person's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Anson's pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes suddenly locked on the portrait of someone behind him.

Mace Honnard!

To be more precise, it’s the urn under Mace Hornard’s portrait!

If all this is as Sera Vergil said, then this box should contain the last remaining part of the Black Mage's body.

Taking a deep breath and tightening his heartstrings, Anson stepped in front of the portrait; in the lair of a blasphemous mage, he did not dare to easily turn on his "power" and scan the box directly.

He gently raised his right hand and placed it on the flap of the urn, his fingers getting closer to the gold-plated lock little by little, little by little, little by little...

"Did you enjoy your time, Your Excellency Anson Bach?"

Incomparably childish words sounded behind him.

Anson, who was trying to calm down, suddenly stopped with his right hand, and looked back calmly with a faint smile.

It was a girl wearing a sky blue dress. She looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. She had beautiful light brown curly hair and a pair of emerald eyes. She looked simply...

Just like Lisa!