I will be crowned king

"For a trusted collaborator, I know this is not the best way to meet; but to be honest, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence - just when I was struggling with how to negotiate, you appeared."

There was a bit of surprise in Phil Cressey's voice, with a faint smile on his lips. Every move he made was very similar to Ian Clemens, but he was more calm and natural:

"Perhaps there is something really protecting all of this, allowing us to meet here... Dear Commander-in-Chief, what do you think?"

You, an unbeliever, would actually ask me, a devout believer in the Circle of Order, such a question... Anson snorted and smiled contemptuously: "I don't know, but it's definitely not the Three Old Gods."

Well, because they are dead and buried in the new world.

"...You are indeed a funny person."

After a pause, Fehr, who looked a little stunned, smiled again: "But neither blessing nor curse can stop us. The Cressy family is willing to be an important help in defeating the empire - as long as it can block the empire and the Church of Order. We are willing to pay any price to extend our claws into the new world."

"Any price?" Anson raised his lips:

"Then your collaborator needs a steam difference engine now. I wonder if the great Crecy family can get it?"

"Difference engine? Sorry, we really can't do anything about this." Phil Cressy laughed bitterly:

"Just the card from the "Great Magic Book" has already cost the Cressy family a heavy price. Each card is stained with the blood of one of my family members and friends - I am not exaggerating. You You should know the same."

"But... although we can't get the difference engine, we do have a batch of translated content in our hands." Feier changed the subject and said meaningfully:

“Maybe it would be a good choice if it could shine in the hands of a friend.”

Facing the "temptation" of the Cressy family, Anson chose to remain silent, with a hint of helplessness in his narrowed eyes.

How much do these remnants of the Faithless Knights like to engage in "pre-sale" tricks?

Ian Clemens is like this, but when it comes to the Cressey family...are they really not afraid that their tricks will be too deep, and in the end they won't even be able to find a customer willing to pre-sell?

Well, they are really not afraid.

After all, the "Great Magic Book" and the Notes of Saint Isaac, not to mention the Old Gods, are top-notch collections in the entire Order World. No matter how cruel the seller's price is, and no matter how happy he is to make trouble, those who want to buy may still have to give up in the end. Declaring "I am **", I was willing to be tossed back and forth by them.

Of course, except for the Church of Order, their "anti-fans" of Saint Isaac usually rob directly.

"Unfortunately, the transcribed portion of the Great Magic Book is not in our hands at the moment."

As expected, a look of regret appeared on Phil Cressy's face, leaving no surprise at all: "For some unspeakable reasons, it is currently being kept in a Ring of Order church in Sailing City."

"It used to be an important stronghold of the Faithless Knights in Sailing City, but it is no longer the case recently; for reasons of concealment, we had to abandon it, and our control over Sailing City was also reduced a lot."

"Then what should I do to get this "Great Magic Book", my friend Cressy?" Anson snorted:

"Knock down Yangfan City?"

"Of course not. What's more important is that it would be meaningless to us - rashly conquering Sailing City will most likely anger the empire immediately, which would be too much of a loss."

Phil Cressey seemed to be unable to hear Anson's strange annoyance, and still maintained his gentleness: "No, we need to divert the attention of the troops in Yangfan City, especially the newly appointed colonial minister, away from the city. Finally, So that we can leave the colony completely."

"If there is such an opportunity, and a little bit of good luck, maybe we can solve the little problem of the ownership of the church and turn the "Great Magic Book" into your collection."

"Like I said, our interests are the same as yours in fighting the empire. The difference is only in purpose."

Attract the empire's troops to places other than Sailing City? It's just that, it is in line with his next plan; if the empire is really firmly established in Sailing City, those rebellious colonies will not feel the pressure and will not continue to move closer to themselves as an "outsider".

"I can attract the empire's troops to the colonies outside of Sailing City, and even make it impossible for them to return temporarily." Anson said without looking back:

"The key is, how long do you need?"

"The longer the better!" Phil Cressy's eyes lit up:

"If you can, please try to give it at least half a month - if you want to take away the "Big Magic Book", the best result is definitely to try not to cause any commotion. This will take at least a few days to plan, and you don't know what is going on. Take it away unconsciously.”

Well, so his real purpose is to sneak into the Sailing City, and the "Big Magic Book" is just a bait to attract the imperial forces in the city as soon as possible... This is also in line with the characteristics of the underground organization, pervasive, but in the face of those who cannot be bribed and controlled When the target is encountered, one can only remain lurking and wait for the opportunity.

This should be the reason why the other party took the initiative to come... Apart from the Storm Division, there should be no other force in the New World that can force the imperial army to leave.

"May." Anson said:

"At the latest in early May, the Storm Division will begin to march westward, and there will be a series of preparatory actions before that; if the empire does not want to lose all its colonies within a month, they will definitely go out to fight."

"I can't guarantee that I can draw all the troops away from Sailing City, but as soon as the Storm Division starts to take action, their main force will inevitably leave; to the extent possible, I will try to continue the war for as long as possible; but this After all, this is war, and there are too many unpredictable situations, so I can’t promise too much.”

"That's enough."

Phil Cressey said softly: "In this case, we will mobilize manpower and wait in Sail City as soon as possible; once you have any information, you can contact me directly through Ian Clemens - he can decide if necessary many things."

"In contrast, if we have any vital information or obtain an important item, we will share it with you through Ian Clemens."

"I can guarantee that he and several other members of the Faithless Knights will never leave the White Whale unless you agree."

Will not leave Beluga Port...So the Cressy family or the Faithless Knights also have some kind of long-distance communication ability? Or do they have enough manpower and deep connections to be able to enter and leave the colony unnoticed under the surveillance of the stormtroopers?

Seeing that Anson did not continue to ask questions, Phil Cressy was silent for a moment, took a slight step back and then smiled:

"Then... let's stop here for this meeting, Your Excellency Anson Bach."

"If necessary, please feel free to contact us; I hope that next time we can talk face to face in a more comfortable place... Farewell."

After the words fell, Feier took off his hat, saluted Anson's back, and disappeared into the darkness.

It's not an exaggeration, but it has truly disappeared... With the help of "superpower", Anson can clearly see the moment when the other party bows and bows, starting from the top hat, the body turns into some kind of "liquid", integrating bit by bit The surrounding darkness disappeared until it completely dissipated.

It looks somewhat similar to the [Mist of the Undead] of curse magic, but there is no magic reaction, but there is also no sign of any blood power from the other party... No, even when he stood there, he felt Not very clearly aware of his presence.

Is it some kind of special concealment technique? Speaking of which, the members of the Faithless Knights that I met, except for the Wild Hunt Knight named Derek, seemed to be very good at this, which may be related to the fact that they have been hunted down by the Church of Order...

Anson, who was making random guesses in his heart, slowly put down the "dagger" revolver in his right hand and put the grenade in his right sleeve back again.

If Phil Cressey had dared to come within seven steps just now, Anson would have detonated the grenade and relied on the "Smoke Man" to avoid the explosion, then turned around and fled the mine - dealing with this kind of person who is extremely good at hiding, who knows when? As a hands-on type, this is not a solution.

Judging from the fact that the other party is always standing ten steps away from him, he has reason to think that the other party is likely to be aware of his "thoughts"... so he can conclude that at least temporarily, the other party still hopes to cooperate.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Anson looked down at the militia leader Joseph who was paralyzed on the ground, wondering whether to take him out directly or wait until he wakes up naturally.

Judging from the look of the other party sleeping to death, this will probably take a long time.

……………………

Long Lake Town, City Council.

When the Storm Division received the fruits of victory and took advantage of the "friendly agreement" between Long Lake Town and Beluga Port to purchase industries in the surrounding areas and relocate factories and arsenals, representatives from each colony were not idle either.

In a new world with a vast territory, sparsely populated areas, virgin forests everywhere, and a severe lack of infrastructure, traveling long distances is not only difficult but also dangerous. The result is that even if the colonies belong to the same empire, they are highly independent of each other and it is difficult to have too much. connect.

Therefore, like this time, it is a very rare event for representatives of various colonies to "gather together"; even those who are not interested in the "alliance front" proposed by the Storm Division will still not miss the opportunity to negotiate with other colonies.

Alliance, confrontation, exclusion, threats, matchmaking... all kinds of "classic repertoire" that would appear in Osteria Palace or Snapdragon City were also performed in the city council of Chang Lake Town.

A few glasses of wine may have sealed the leather trade from Black Reef Port to Red Hand Bay. The beast slaves of Wintertorch City were "promoted" to miners in Long Lake Town in the swirling smoke.

But compared to each other, what they really care about most is the Clovis people's next plan.

"No! I don't agree!"

A deafening roar exploded in the parliament hall. The startled colonial representatives stopped whispering and looked at the direction of the sound with various expressions - the closed door of the smoking room.

"It's a fact, and it doesn't matter whether you agree with it or not, Chief of Staff Carl Bain!"

This time the delegates finally heard clearly, and the voice was Lieutenant Colonel Fabian’s: “The fact is that if we don’t dispatch the army, the safety of the liberals in each colony cannot be guaranteed at all, because the empire will definitely support the loyalists among them and eradicate them completely. The power to resist their tyranny!”

"Even if this is true, even if the empire does carry out bloody and cruel massacres, it doesn't mean that we can do the same thing to our allies!" Carl Bain's voice was filled with anger:

"If we also dispatch troops to our allies' cities, monitor their every move, and even require them to obey our orders, then what is the difference between us and the empire?!"

"We are not monitoring, we are protecting to prevent them from killing each other!"

"Then can you guarantee that they will think so too? You still don't trust our friends!"

"I trust - again, I trust them absolutely! But trust does not mean ignoring anything; Major Carl, will you let your friends go and leave them alone when you see them in danger?!"

"Of course not, Lieutenant Colonel Fabian! But I will not forcefully drag him back without a word of explanation, because that will only have the opposite effect."

Karl's roar became louder and louder: "Think about it, if every time you want to do something, I forcefully stop you, what would you think?!"

"It's very simple. I think it's wrong to do this, but I will still abide by it." Fabian was still unceremonious:

"You are the chief of staff, and I am the commander of the infantry regiment. Your words are orders to me; I am a soldier, and soldiers must obey orders!"

"Very well, Commander Fabian, then I will officially tell you now that I do not agree with your proposal to send troops to other colonies, and I will not hand it over to the Commander-in-Chief for formal discussion at a military meeting - This is an order, repeat, this is an order!"

"You are making excuses!"

"No, I am stopping you from doing something extremely dangerous, something that will make all of us, and even the entire new world, catastrophic!"

"but……"

"boom!"

Just as all the colonial representatives were lying attentively outside the smoking room door "eavesdropping", and the whole place fell silent, a loud noise suddenly came from the main entrance of the hall behind them.

Everyone looked back and found a panting cavalry lieutenant holding the door frame, out of breath, holding up a scroll soaked in sweat:

"Where are...Lieutenant Colonel Fabian and Chief of Staff Karl?! I have to see them immediately!"

"The latest intelligence... has just been sent from the front... The imperial army has arrived at Gray Pigeon Castle, surrounded and blocked all roads, strongholds and important buildings around the city, and targeted the liberals in the city..."

"A massacre started!"