I will be crowned king

"I have a question - what do you think was Anson Bach's weakness?"

In the Changhu Town military camp, Carl Bain suddenly spoke.

The little clerk who was sitting directly opposite him and was immersed in his work raised his head and looked at the chief of staff who asked an incomprehensible question with a blank look on his face.

"Nothing else, I just want to chat." Looking at Allen who was confused, Karl waved his hand and said:

"Just relax - this damn coordination work has been busy for ten days, and there won't be any progress in half an hour."

"Um...okay."

Hearing what the chief of staff said, the little clerk had to put down the work at hand, stood up and walked to the coffee pot next to him:

"I am Lord Anson Bach's clerk. As a clerk, I have the responsibility to fully understand my master - so I have read his personal school records, checked all his accounts, and learned about Most of his resume...after joining the job, he was responsible for most of your lord's written work."

"Responsibly speaking, I should be one of the people who knows him best in the world."

After a gentle pause, the little clerk holding the clay pot smiled and poured a cup of coffee for the chief of staff: "But even I can't imagine that a boss like Lord Anson Bach would have any weaknesses."

Carl rolled his eyes.

"He must have some weaknesses, right? I mean, as long as he is a human being, it is impossible not to have any flaws, preferences, habits, some stubbornness - there must be some!" After thinking about it seriously, Karl couldn't bear it. Live:

"Like, uh...money?"

The little clerk thought about it for a moment and shook his head regretfully: "No."

"Although Master Anson does seem to have some preference for money, according to my observation, this is probably just an appearance; to be precise, all he wants is 'enough money' - he spends money as long as it is not necessary. It can be described as generous, and can even be described as spending money like water."

This is true, otherwise he would not be able to make so many Stormtroopers willingly risk their lives with him... Carl pursed his lips: "Then... title?"

"I really want to recognize you, but I'm afraid that's not the case." The little secretary shook his head again:

"Although it may damage the image of an adult, in many cases, his behavior is very close to that of an ordinary person who is content with being a rich man. He very lacks the ambition to climb up the class."

"I have specifically sought opportunities for you to join the Clovis City Officers Club and go to the Osteria Palace for a banquet, but he was not interested."

"The same goes for title and reputation - after becoming the leader of the Storm Regiment, he still chose to live in a townhouse apartment with only a few dozen square meters, even though his monthly salary could already book a suite in a good hotel in the inner city. ”

"If I have to say that the Lord has any 'weaknesses', it is probably because he is too approachable and is easily looked down upon; but after Miss Thalia Rune became his fiancée, it has disappeared." The little clerk said with a chuckle. :

"But rather than weaknesses, it should be more appropriately called a 'character trait'."

"If you really want to praise him, just say it directly, no need to beat around the bush like this." Karl twitched the corner of his mouth and sighed heavily:

"But although I don't know what his shortcomings are, this guy's advantages are very obvious."

"Exactly." The little secretary nodded slightly and poured himself a glass:

"And the answer is certainly beyond doubt."

The two looked at each other, and a powerful word came out of their hearts at the same time:

fear death.

………………

"Snapped!"

Without any warning, Anson suddenly pressed Paulina's shoulders and pulled her into his arms; the force was so strong that the girl almost screamed.

"Lord Anson, you..."

As soon as Polina showed some secret joy, she noticed that the commander-in-chief in front of her had a solemn expression, and then his lips were covered again.

"There is someone in the house, maybe next door." Anson, with stern eyes, said in a low voice:

"Don't make a sound, don't panic...do you hear me clearly?"

The girl wanted to answer, but because her mouth was tightly covered, she could only stare with big helpless eyes, and nodded in horror and astonishment.

Seeing her well-behaved in his arms, Anson, whose heart was tense, finally relaxed slightly.

He just subconsciously turned on the "superpower" at the moment of being stunned. He never expected that he would be half a step away... maybe just a thousandth of a second in time difference. If he was not careful, he might be torn to pieces. It’s over!

You must know that this is the parliamentary district of Beluga Harbor, the residence of the Luen family. Although it is temporarily lent to the liberals of Gray Pigeon Castle, the security level is still very high. There are cavalry patrols of the Storm Division 24 hours a day, and even the parliament Members of Congress are subject to inspection when entering or exiting.

The fact that the other party can sneak in here quietly proves that the other party is not only a spell caster, but also very good at concealment - I don't know if it is an illusion, but in the new world, both talented people and spell casters seem to be very good at concealment skills. On the contrary, it is quite rare among the local Old God Sect. In my impression, only the Black Mage is good at this.

The Black Mage has also visited White Whale Port and even met the Lord of the Abyss with his own eyes... Is this also related to this?

Polina, whose mouth was tightly covered, blinked and looked intently at the commander-in-chief of the garrison who had a resolute expression and was calm and composed.

After a few seconds of silence, Anson suddenly lowered his head and whispered in her ear:

"Found it...he is in the room behind you, spying on us."

The frightened girl was startled, and her body trembled violently as if she had been stimulated by something.

"Don't be nervous, I've locked the target... He won't hurt you." Anson said again in a gentle tone, and slightly loosened his right hand on the girl's shoulder:

"Now, what I want to do is confirm his specific identity... So I need you to recall whether you were chased by the Old Gods on your way to escape, or encountered some natives who had ill intentions towards you. civil?"

Polina frowned slightly, thought for a while, and cast a negative look at him.

"sure?"

He asked again, and this time the girl only hesitated for a few seconds before shaking her head again.

"Very good." Anson said softly, patting the girl's shoulder lightly:

"So, from now on, I need you to stay calm, don't make a sound no matter what happens outside, pretend you don't know anything, and stay quietly in the living room until evening."

"If I come back soon, or let the housekeeper tell you that I have left, it means that the matter is over and you are safe; if I don't leave any message, don't be nervous, take your sister Sarah and flee immediately Council, ask the soldiers there to escort you to the barracks without delay... Do you remember clearly?"

Polina, whose mouth was still covered, blinked rapidly.

Anson stood up, quickly took away his right hand and wiped it on his clothes, then walked towards the closed door; the sharp bayonet slowly poked out from the left sleeve, and the slightly raised collar , and also placed the "dagger" revolver inside at an angle suitable for quick withdrawal.

Polina leaned forward slightly on the sofa, lying in front of the coffee table and "seriously" reading the spread "Declaration of Resistance", but the corner of her eyes never left the figure that always protected her, with complex emotions in her pupils. Constantly intertwined.

"Click."

Anson held the doorknob with his left hand and put his right hand into his collar. With a little force, he pulled the hammer and pushed the door open. His body was so concentrated that it was almost stiff.

The slight sound of the door hinge echoed in the dead living room, so that the girl on the sofa clenched the scroll tightly to cover up her nervous mood.

The door opened, and Anson, who entered sideways, perfectly blocked everything behind the door, and immediately locked the door with a "Bang!"

Amidst the heavy echoes, the crystal of fear fell on "Declaration of Resistance", dizzying the water color, and came to an end.

……………………

"So...it's over?"

Anson leaned against the door and looked around with a look of astonishment on his face.

The picture that appeared in his sight made it difficult for him to believe that this was an originally cozy small restaurant: the ceiling and walls were stained blood red, the dining table was smashed in half by the falling chandelier, and the four chairs were shattered into wood slag. The leather rugs and wallpaper were riddled with shotgun craters, all the metal cutlery was gone, and china and lead bullet fragments were scattered everywhere.

Looking forward, the triumphant Lisa was holding a shotgun and standing in front of a bloody corpse, holding a licorice stick stained with gun ash, with a "compliment me now" expression on her face.

As for the corpse... it was so badly broken that we could only judge from the blood stains on the edges that it probably once had the shape of a human. The center of the rotten torso was littered with knives and forks - so the missing tableware was originally there. here.

"Yes, it's over!" Lisa waved the shotgun in her hand and raised her round chin happily:

"This bad guy wants to sneak attack Anson, but Lisa and Thalia have been waiting here for a long time!"

We've been here a long time ago... Anson's stiff cheeks twitched slightly, but he soon calmed down and said gratefully to the proud girl: "Fortunately, you showed up in time, otherwise it might really be too late!"

"Did he show up on time, or should he show up at a wrong time?"

Thalia on the side slowly stepped forward, smiling lightly while looking meaningfully at the closed door behind Anson.

"Appeared in time, appeared in time!" Anson emphasized decisively:

"Really... I didn't react at all at the time. The situation was completely beyond my expectation - as soon as I noticed it, I immediately took measures to avoid the worst outcome."

"The worst result?" Thalia blinked curiously.

"Worst outcome!"

Anson nodded vigorously, his eyes serious and upright: "But without your timely appearance, the situation might not end well - at least it wouldn't be like it is now."

"What would that be like?" Thalia suddenly turned into a curious baby.

"Just like... that time in the big warehouse." Ansen's heart thumped, and he said without changing his expression: "In order to stop the loss quickly, there may be some big commotion."

"But that would be bad for everyone, and the outcome would be very complicated afterwards, so it's great that it didn't come to that, very good, great!"

"Is it that good?"

Lisa scratched her head blankly, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Let's not talk about this for now." Anson quickly changed the topic:

"Has the situation been investigated clearly? Who is the target they want to attack? Is it related to the death of Ed Levent?"

After the words fell, Talia finally calmed down her playful expression, and there was a hint of solemnity in her scarlet pupils:

"Yes and no."

"The people who want to assassinate you are indeed the Old Gods sect among the indigenous people. The reason is related to the establishment of the Promise Keepers Alliance and the previous large warehouse incident; they have been looking for opportunities to disrupt the order of Beluga Port and create chaos in order to welcome the 'True God' 'Be fully prepared."

"True God?" Anson asked subconsciously.

"Perhaps it is a blasphemy mage like the Lord of the Abyss... whose abilities and existence are very special, or perhaps a high-ranking apostle." Thalia's expression became more solemn:

"This may be closely related to the direction of their evolution - high-level spellcasters in the Land of Rest can only appear if they meet certain very stringent prerequisites; and once they appear, they often have a strong impact on the surrounding 'reality' twist."

"Usually only high-level conjurers can do this, but here...some of the principles of the three major magics don't seem to apply."

Anson nodded slightly. When he talked with Fel Cressy in the "Lord of the Abyss" and the secret gold mine he encountered in the Turbulent Sea, the Shadow Demon in the other person's mouth fit this characteristic.

"But this...sir." Thalia slowly looked back and looked at the blurry humanoid bloodstain:

"His ability is more in line with the characteristics of dark magic - the person who quietly assassinated Sir Ed Levent was a blood mage; the action methods and strengths of the two parties are also very different. I don't think they will A strong connection.”

"Is it possible that they just belong to the same Old God Sect organization or belief group?" Anson asked.

"...Thalia can only say that this possibility cannot be ruled out."

She slowly looked back, lowered her voice seriously and said: "But no matter what, you can't stay here anymore. There are too many people in the city. If the other party really wants to take action, Talia is not 100% sure that he can protect everyone." people."

"What should we do?"

"Return to the military camp immediately. Lisa must also go back. Don't come to the city of Beluga Harbor for the time being; if you go out in the wild, at least you won't hurt innocent people."

"Okay!" Anson agreed decisively:

"Let's set off immediately. I'll ask the cavalry company in the city to prepare, strengthen the martial law in the city, and continue to increase the number of armed forces for the League of Promise Keepers - just as the military factory is about to be built, we can start equipping them with Leyden rifles in large quantities."

"That's all?" Thalia raised the corners of her mouth again:

"Then...what about her?"

"Who?" Anson looked confused, sincerely confused.

"Pollina, Polina Frey—won't you take me with you?"

"Her? Still not."

"Why?"

"Because that would be detrimental to her influence within the liberal faction of Gray Pigeon Castle, and as long as she is not with us, she should not be threatened - I am a person who considers my allies very much."

And he cherishes life very much... Anson added in his heart.