I will be crowned king

Anson slowly walked through the street, blending in with the crowd, and was not in a hurry to follow Ian's back into the tavern - talented people who are good at hiding generally have a considerable level of insight skills, and it is very easy to be discovered if they act too deliberately. .

So far, Anson still can't figure out which kind of knight the opponent is who has awakened the power of blood. He can only speculate based on the information at hand.

The opponent is most likely to be involved with the Cressy family, and Cressy is a branch of the Bernard family. They also have the blood of the Sea Knights, but this is a very rare bloodline power that is difficult to awaken.

According to the information collected by the little scribe, the most commonly awakened bloodline powers in the Grand Duchy of Edland are the Wind Knight, the Earth Knight and the Holy Grail Knight; as for the Sea Knights... their rarity is almost as rare as the Dragon Knight.

If Ian's bloodline power comes from one of these three, Anson can roughly deduce what his specific abilities are.

But as a cautious person, Anson would not act rashly without sufficient assurance and a plan that at least seemed perfect.

He wandered on the street outside for a while, lingering outside the tavern like any addicted drunkard, trying to get himself drunk and stingy with the coins in his pocket.

It wasn't until the sky was completely dark and the cold wind on the street became more and more biting that he put his hands in his pockets and walked toward the door of the tavern with his back hunched over.

The strong man guarding the door saw this thin and small figure from a distance, with a trace of disdain in his narrowed eyes.

He has seen many such drunkards who are obsessed with getting drunk but are short of money. If they can't earn a few bucks, they will have to increase their workload - not only have to clean up the vomit marks left by them, but also wait for them to die from drunkenness one by one. Throw out the gate.

After the experience on Teapot Street, Anson had completely mastered all the skills of playing a drunkard and entered the gate without any obstruction.

It's the busiest time in the tavern right now. The smell of fish is mixed with the aroma of alcohol and the smell of the sailors' sweat. It mixes into a unique smell in the air filled with steam and fireplace fireworks, matching the bustling noises. , together create an atmosphere that makes people involuntarily excited.

It is also the most suitable atmosphere for hiding.

Anson, who was curled up, squeezed his way through the crowd and finally found a corner by the window.

He raised his hand and waved to the bartender who was passing by. Before he could speak, the busy bartender slammed a glass of almost transparent liquid that looked like beer in front of him.

Anson, who was holding a wine glass in both hands, was drinking with his head down while focusing all his attention on the tall and thin figure in his mind.

Ian walked to a card table, placed a neat pile of copper coins on the table, ordered a glass of dark rum, and at the same time started playing dice with several drunkards around him.

But with the help of supernatural powers, Anson immediately discovered that these people were just pretending to be drunk.

As expected, Ian only won the first hand after the game started, and then began to lose money rapidly. When he lost several hands in a row and wanted to leave, a few drunkards immediately discouraged him and suggested that he play cards instead.

A lively enough place, a few drunkards who cooperate tacitly, and a fool with some change in his pocket... This can be regarded as a common gambling routine in pubs. If nothing else happens, they will soon let Ian unknowingly destroy himself. He lost everything and was still in debt.

But the next development was obviously not in line with their expectations.

Ian, who pretended to be angry, first won a few games due to the tacit understanding of the drunkards, but when he "should" lose, almost as soon as he was called, he gave up very "cowardly".

After several rounds of poker, although he still lost more than he won, Ian's wallet was not only empty, but several drunkards began to be short of money.

The gambling game lasted for thirty minutes, and the number of guests in the tavern began to increase. The drunkards dripping with cold sweat had obviously "sobered up" and looked at each other more and more often.

Ian, who was in high spirits, drank the last drop of rum in the glass. When he saw that the glass was empty, he planned to get up and leave. Naturally, the drunkards who had lost money could not agree, so they immediately rushed towards him drunkenly, and even tried to persuade him. Wanting Ian to sit back at the card table.

Ian, like every "fat sheep" who realizes that he may have been fooled but dares not speak out, apologizes and is eager to escape; the two sides are arguing with each other, and the dispute becomes more and more intense.

"boom!"

During the dispute, a punch that no one saw clearly knocked one of the drunkards to the ground, and his head hit the floor hard; the crisp sound was completely drowned in the noisy din of the tavern. middle.

As a result, the dispute escalated rapidly... The angry drunkards and Ian struggled with each other. Ian, who had been so calm when facing Anson in the carriage, completely lost his original composure and was pushed to the ground in a state of embarrassment by several drunkards.

The guests in the tavern were not panicked at all, and the atmosphere was even more enthusiastic than before; everyone gathered in a circle excitedly, drinking and shouting loudly.

"Hit! Beat! Beat him to death!"

"Don't be soft! Pounce on him...yes! Just hit him in the head with that!"

"Hurry up and hold your head! Hold your head! Are you stupid? Ah, yes, yes...just do it, just do it...fuck him to death!"

...The atmosphere continued to heat up amidst the shouts of the crowd, and many onlookers even began to fight with each other over the slightest quarrel; with waves of shouts getting higher and higher, the atmosphere in the tavern began to truly reach its peak.

During the group fight, no one even noticed that a certain tall and thin figure had laid down two drunkards. He threw down his windbreaker and hat, quietly left the crowd, and squeezed into a position near the bar.

The bartender who stood there silently wiping glasses put down what he was doing, lowered his head and pushed open the door to the back kitchen, and left the pub hall with Ian one after another; the bartender who was still serving dishes next to him immediately He stepped forward and took over his work as if nothing had happened.

Anson, lying in the corner, watched the whole process without saying a word.

In the picture in his mind, Ian, who had regained his original demeanor, followed the bartender from the kitchen to the loft on the top floor of the pub - the location happened to be directly above Anson.

There were two people sitting behind the curtains in the attic, looking outside through the curtains and waiting; they were the two men in black who attacked him last night and finally escaped.

Ian walked to the door and did not rush in. Instead, he knocked on the door first and opened the door after getting the corresponding code inside the house. The bartender who followed him sat on the stairs next to him and pretended to be asleep, monitoring the outside of the house.

"We've been exposed."

Ian, who had his back to the door, did not even exchange greetings. He said to the two of them very directly: "In order to win Anson Bach's trust, I told him the location of this stronghold and promised to give him an answer at this time tomorrow."

"Having said that, and Anson Bach has not expressed any objections, I still suspect that he will follow... We'd better be careful."

The faces of the three people were covered with scarves, and their expressions were deliberately controlled, making it impossible for Anson to judge what they were saying through the movements of their lips.

The Wild Hunt Knight (Derek), who wielded two swords, couldn't hold himself back first and glanced nervously out the window: "Did you find him?"

"Just doubt." Ian shook his head:

"But almost all conjurers will learn one or two insight skills that are not easy to detect, and use their powerful distance sensing to deal with various emergencies; the failure of last night's mission can also prove this."

"But you can think that I'm overthinking it, but it's better to be cautious than to make a mistake... What do you think, Derek?"

Ian, who nodded slightly, turned his eyes to the Wild Hunt Knight, who pursed his lips tightly, as if he was restraining his anger.

The third man in black on the side looked at Derek first, and then turned his gaze to Ian:

"Did he agree to our terms?"

"No." Ian shook his head again:

"Anson Bach refused to let us leave Beluga Harbor. He did not directly state the reason. It was probably because we knew the identity of his spell caster; for a promising Clovis Army Colonel, this is something that he must not be known to the outside world. The secrets we know...even if the target is a group of Imperial people."

"Or, especially the Imperials."

The two nodded silently, seeming to express their agreement with what Ian just said.

"So he made another proposal." Ian raised his right index finger:

"Without leaving White Whale Harbor and being under his surveillance, we will be given an official identity that allows us to move freely within the colony without being affected or interfered with; the previous matters will be wiped out, and Philby and the others can be released, And return the remains and relics of our dead comrades to us... The price is that we must abide by the rules of the legion and occasionally perform errands for him.”

The Wild Hunt Knight (Derek) leaned forward and expressed interest in Ian's words: "What official status?"

"The League of the Promise Keepers."

Ian did not look at him, but focused on another man in black: "He wants us to join the Alliance of Promise Keepers...The purpose is probably to secretly monitor and control this religious organization led by the Universal Sect for him, so as to avoid falling away from him. Take control.”

"Of course, it's more likely because it's easier to monitor us - so far, the commander has been very cautious, and I can guarantee that he doesn't believe a word I say so far."

"Surveillance, control, and occasional use...this is probably his current thinking. It cannot be ruled out that he will consider completely eradicating us after figuring out our strength and details."

The Wild Hunt Knight and the other man in black looked at each other, and the content of Ian's words aroused their vigilance.

The attic was quiet for a few seconds, and the man in black slowly looked back at Ian: "How much do you think he knows about our situation?"

"It's not clear and it's hard to judge."

Ian's expression became solemn because of the man in black's words: "He never revealed much information. He only revealed that he knew that we came from the empire and had conflicts with the church...that's all."

"But you think he knows more?"

"Yes, especially when he caught Philby - I have no prejudice against Philby, but no one knows what horrific interrogation methods the garrison will use in order to dig out more information from him. "

Before he finished speaking, there was a bit more anger on the face of the Wild Hunt Knight, and Ian immediately interrupted: "Of course, this is just for the worst case scenario, and the current situation also requires us to do this."

"Why?"

It was still another man in black, raising his hand to stop the Wild Hunt Knight from looking at Ian.

"Because in addition to asking us to play for him, Anson Bach also made a second request... to be precise, it should be a test." Ian paused slightly, took half a step forward and lowered his voice at the same time. Got:

"He asked us for information on the whereabouts of any volume of the Grand Grimoire."

Um? !

Both of them had shocked expressions on their faces at the same time, and their eyes were a little more fierce than before.

"...Except for the sixth volume, he only told me that the volume was in Clovis Cathedral, but judging from his expression at the time, it was very likely that he had already obtained it, or already knew that the general content inside might not be what he wanted. "Ian said more seriously:

"If this were not the case, the Old God Sect would usually not leave the identified target in front of them and search for other clues that cannot be confirmed at all - of course, this is just an inference."

"Could this be a test?" The man in black did not look back, but his lips obviously moved.

"It's very possible, and whether we give it or not, it will definitely arouse his further vigilance and surveillance." Ian nodded imperceptibly:

"I even suspect that the "Great Magic Book" is not his real purpose, but to further confirm our identity and origin... Anson Bach, he is probably the most gloomy person I have ever seen."

"Are we sure of our identity?" The Wild Hunt Knight's expression paused for a moment, then he suddenly raised his head:

"You mean he already knows about Cressy..."

Before he finished speaking, the vigilant Wild Hunt Knight immediately covered his mouth and held his breath under the almost murderous eyes of his companions.

In the quiet attic, only the noise in the tavern below could be heard.

But Anson had already "heard" it.

To be more precise, I saw it.

The Faithless Knights, they are indeed related to the Crecy family!

Finally getting the information he wanted most, Anson no longer planned to stay any longer... The other party realized that he had exposed a flaw and would definitely determine the surrounding situation as soon as possible. If he continued to stay, the possibility of being exposed was extremely high.

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Anson suddenly curled up and retched while weaving through the crowd, heading straight to the door of the tavern like a headless fly.

Outside the gate, the strong man who noticed Anson's figure showed an unexpected expression and moved out of the way in disgust, fearing that his new shoes would be soiled by the things spit out of his mouth.

The staggering drunkard turned his back to the lively tavern and disappeared into the port streets as night fell.