I will be crowned king

Looking at the tea soup that Nora enthusiastically handed over, Anson, who was smiling, completely froze in place.

Obviously, there won't be a second "Fair Cressey" to be the unlucky guinea pig for him this time.

He took the tea cup from Nola's hand with a natural expression, and did not even forget to nod at her in thanks; the blue-white glaze porcelain cup was outlined with strange and vivid patterns with black gold and rose purple, and the ears and bottom of the cup were decorated with gold plating.

Staring at the red and black tea soup that was steaming and bubbling at the same time, Anson only hesitated for a moment before decisively picking it up and taking a sip; the mellow liquid flowed down his mouth and throat, pouring in like a living thing. own body.

At this moment, he could almost clearly sense Nora standing next to him, Baker reading a book at the dining table, and Mrs. Camille busy in the kitchen... They were all monitoring him from different angles and in different ways. Every move.

"A very interesting drink - the aroma and taste are very close to red wine, but the mellow taste is similar to coffee. After drinking it, you will feel refreshed from the inside out."

Putting down the teacup gently, Anson praised from the bottom of his heart.

While drinking the tea soup, he had already activated [Mist of the Undead] in advance to "atomize" the heart engraved with curse magic. At the same time, he was ready to activate [Smoke Man] at any time to avoid losing control of the imprint.

Even the blood mage's highly mutated body couldn't resist the influence of the tea soup. Ansen didn't think that his small body as a curse mage could have any chance.

Baker, who finally raised his gaze, glanced at the half-empty tea soup in the cup and showed a flat smile: "I have already told you that this tea soup is very beneficial to the body. You should try it as soon as possible."

"Yes, Draco (Fell) also mentioned this and said that I would definitely regret it if I missed it."

"Nora told me that Lord Draco is feeling unwell. Is he okay?"

"It's probably just normal travel fatigue and acclimatization. It's not a big problem - with the tea soup I've tasted before, I should be able to return to normal soon."

"Ah That's good."

The two chatted for a while, and Baker turned to look at the kitchen: "Is breakfast ready?"

Ten minutes later, the enthusiastic Mrs. Camille walked into the restaurant carrying a fragrant tray.

Nut oatmeal, meat sauce and ham, fried eggs and buttered bread - compared with yesterday's unimaginably sumptuous dinner, this time it is much more normal, but it is still luxurious enough to be comparable to the normal lunch or dinner of the industrial owners of Sail City. This level is definitely not something that a small rural lord living in a deep forest can enjoy.

After breakfast, Anson took out the fake document that he had entrusted to the clerk to prepare in advance; Baker, expressionless, glanced at it casually and wrote on it without raising any objection.

"Then from now on, Yangfan City and Baker Territory will be friends." Slowly putting down the signed documents, Baker looked at Anson calmly:

"Your Excellency Ludwig (Anson), I have a favor to ask of you, please agree to it."

"Oh?" Anson showed a very appropriate look of confusion.

"You also saw what happened last night. There are some powerful intruders that are harassing our territory. Although I successfully stopped them, we still can't relax our vigilance." Baker explained:

"In order to avoid being misunderstood as the accomplices of the invaders, please stay here temporarily for a while and wait until they are eliminated before leaving."

In other words, we are required to stay under house arrest here, first eliminate the undiscovered intruders, and then clean up those of us who are discovered, or wait until the effect of the tea soup takes effect... Ansen listened carefully, smiled and nodded: "Of course."

"I just don't know how long it will take? There is no other meaning, because Commander-in-Chief Anson Bach over at Sailing City is still waiting for our reply."

"That's understandable." Baker nodded lightly and said without thinking:

"How about a day? At this time tomorrow, I will personally escort you all away."

In other words, he has confirmed the exact location and identity of the intruder... Phil Cressy drank the tea soup near the evening, and the effect occurred at three o'clock in the morning, which was nearly twelve hours... Now it is Five-thirty, which means I can still "live" until dinner... Anson smiled politely:

"Thank you very much."

After chatting for a while, Baker got up and went to look for the intruder, while Nora had to deal with trivial matters in the village. Mrs. Camille returned to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the few people who had not yet gotten up.

Anson, who was originally restricted everywhere, suddenly had the "privilege" of moving freely without being monitored.

He took the lead in returning to the guest room on the second floor, and repeatedly confirmed that Phil Cressy had not recovered yet and was not out of control. He also asked Lisa to lock the doors and windows and never allow anyone to enter before leaving and heading to other rooms along the corridor.

Compared with the spacious ground floor, the second floor is very narrow, but there are many rooms: in addition to the guest room and Nora's room, there is a master bedroom, a large balcony, a study room and a game room, but there is no separate bathroom.

And besides the study and game room, the doors to the other two bedrooms were locked - no surprise at all.

Anson remembered that the ground floor was the hall, dining room, kitchen, smoking room, small prayer room and gallery; that is to say, there was only one room for his youngest daughter Lulu on the entire third floor of the mansion?

According to Lisa's calculations, the bedroom was one and a half times the size of the living room, and it was packed to the brim... Such a spacious space could only be used as a bedroom?

Staring at the stairs leading to the third floor, Anson paused thoughtfully for a moment. After much hesitation, he restrained his inner impulse and chose to go to the bottom floor.

As soon as I got off the stairs, I happened to bump into Mrs. Camille who was about to go upstairs. She raised her head, raised her skirt with a slightly panicked look, and saluted Anson:

"Your Excellency Ludwig (Anson), what are you looking for?"

"Just wandering around." Hiding the thoughtfulness in his expression, Ansen returned the favor by stroking his chest:

"Also, may I ask where the prayer room is - I was planning to pray to the true God for Lord Draco (Fair) who is bedridden, and hope that he will get well before we leave."

"Then please come with me." Mrs. Camille smiled slightly:

"I have to admit that your loyalty to the true God really surprises me."

"Thank you. I am a believer in the true God with unwavering faith." As he spoke, Anson, with a solemn expression, skillfully drew a "primordial ring" in front of him.

Under the guidance of Mrs. Camille, Anson came to the prayer room; the layout of the entire room was very similar to that of the Ring of Order Church, surrounded by various strange murals. Opposite the door was a prayer table surrounded by a row of candles, and there was a prayer table in front of it. A small piece of cloth used for kneeling in prayer.

The only difference is probably that the one placed in the center is the "Original Ring" which is exactly the opposite of the "Ring of Order". The paintings on the surrounding walls are not the preaching of the saints or the Seven Knights, but are more weird and mysterious. Patterns and colors without shapes or names.

Almost as soon as he stepped into the prayer room, Anson felt a faint stinging pain from the heart mark on his chest, and at the same time, vague murmurs began to sound in his mind.

"Now in this land, there are not many people who can still remain pious to the true gods...the loyal believers in the past are increasingly being influenced by foreign heresies."

Mrs. Camille suddenly sighed: "Although the master and Nora are trying hard to maintain it, the longer time goes by, the more they will realize that they are unable to do what they want."

"oh?"

Resisting the sudden dizziness, Anson knelt down on one knee in front of the statue of the Original Ring, turned his back to Mrs. Camille and said calmly: "It is true... but I believe that a brave lady like you will be able to survive it." These are difficult times.”

"No! I, I'm not brave!" Mrs. Camille suddenly panicked:

"I am a coward. I am always afraid. I am afraid that outsiders who believe in heresy will destroy the peace of this land. I am afraid that Nora and Master will think that I am incompetent!"

"Nora...that child is the bravest. No matter how terrifying the enemy is, he will never feel the slightest fear!"

"And Master, he is always the calm one, able to analyze problems without panic, and maintains the existence of the entire territory."

"As for Lulu, Lulu, Lulu..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Anson slowly looked back and saw this graceful lady staring at him with a frightened face, her plump body shaking like chaff:

"No, no no no...I, I shouldn't have said this to you! I..."

"You said nothing!"

Anson quickly intercepted and stepped forward to support Mrs. Camille, who almost staggered to the ground: "You didn't say anything, I didn't hear anything!"

"well?"

Mrs. Camille's face froze with fear, and she looked at Anson in disbelief:

"……real?"

"It's absolutely true!" Anson's expression was extremely serious:

"I was praying to the Three True Gods just now. I didn't hear the specific content clearly. I only heard that you love your husband, your son and your daughter very much - I didn't hear the rest at all!"

Anson slowly let go of his hand, looking at her gradually recovering complexion and her careful and steady movements, he changed the topic again:

"Mrs. Camille, why don't we pray together."

"pray?"

"Yes, pray - for this village, for your husband and children, and for all believers in the true God, let us pray."

"...Okay, okay."

It seemed that due to extreme fear, Mrs. Camille suddenly became very opinionated at this time, and agreed to Anson's words after only a slight hesitation.

Anson gently supported the lady and knelt down in front of the statue again, clasping his hands together, his heart already filled with turmoil.

Invisible villages, weird tea soup, luxurious mansions...

Calm husband, brave son, timid housewife...

Phil Cressey...I see, this is what you wanted to say to me at that time.

……………………

"I see……"

Deep in the jungle, leaning on a cane and looking normal, Baker muttered to himself.

At this moment, the grass under his feet, the surrounding rocks, tree trunks and branches... everything he looked at were covered in dark red viscous liquid, which was also mixed with flesh and blood that seemed to be alive.

If you look closely, you will find that those eyes are actually eyeballs with "tails" that swim around in the blood like tadpoles.

"I originally thought you just showed up last night, but in fact you have already been lurking near the village, waiting for us to be exposed or to be alone."

"You are not lacking in confidence, because your target...wasn't this settlement from the beginning."

Baker was talking to himself, as if it were just casual conversation on a walk.

His mouth opened and closed, and dark red viscous plasma overflowed from his mouth, mixed with pieces of flesh and blood of varying sizes.

"So...this is why the Lord of the Abyss has never responded to the other 'Guardians'...It's not that he doesn't, but it's that he can't...you have planted a terrible poison in him, and it will take a long time to resolve."

"Because He discovered your true ambition... What you seek is not cooperation, but the land of rest... where the tombs of the Three True Gods are located."

"puff!"

The eyes swimming in the plasma suddenly split open from the pupil, revealing a bloody mouth full of fangs, and bit Baker's feet fiercely.

His torso had been torn open from the center, and the exposed white bones were covered with corrosion and moth-eaten spots. Only the feet and ankles in the boots were intact.

Even so, there was still no trace of panic on Baker's face, and he still had a machine-like expression on his face as he calmly narrated the facts that had just happened:

"I made a very serious mistake. I thought I could maintain peace with you through hypocrisy. Obviously you are not interested in this. You can't wait to destroy us and destroy the last traces of the Three True Gods in this world. , parasitic your blood on this ancient land."

"You think you have chosen the right path and found the right direction of evolution... I don't want to judge this, but I don't think you have any possibility of success."

"Puff! Puff puff! Puff..."

More and more "tadpoles" were stirred up from the plasma and pounced on Baker's remaining flesh and bones... gradually occupying the whole body.

Baker still maintained his expressionless calmness and said in a deep and methodical voice: "I can't stop you, they...can't stop you. Your arrogance and cruelty are no different from the seven madmen who once allied with the elf traitors. .”

"So I wish you all the best, and wish that you can maintain your last piety when you are feasting on the corpses of the three true gods, and..."

"...the last sanity."

The indifferent voice echoed in the deep forest, and there was no trace of him in it.

I feel like this chapter explains a little too much...