I will be crowned king

It took a full quarter of an hour for Anson, who had just woken up from a coma, to finally understand the current situation and his current situation.

First of all, although I don’t know where I am, I am definitely not in Beluga Port, but I should still be in the New World. Nolula clearly mentioned that she must go to the Land of Rest, so it shouldn’t be in the Old World. Or other continents.

Secondly, he may have traveled through time, but not completely; his name is still "Anson", and except for the clothes on his body, his memory, skills or appearance are still in the state he was in before coma - including Lisa's That one hit on the forehead.

Even the things I originally had on my body were all in good condition, lying perfectly in the pockets of my clothes in the position I was accustomed to. The only difference was that the original worn-out officer's coat had turned into a black robe similar to the old-fashioned imperial style. .

As for the middle-aged man in front of him with chestnut hair and emerald eyes, who looks to be in his forties and calls himself "August, the Second Mentor of Bright Star City", he is also wearing exactly the same robe, but it is obviously longer than his own. The fit is tighter, and the materials and patterns are obviously more sophisticated.

On the other hand, my time travel seemed to have the characteristics of "soul time travel", because the guy in front of me was not surprised at all by my existence, and he seemed quite familiar with him. He called himself "Anson" or "Anson" very affectionately. Fellow" or, more seriously, "Anson Bach Fellow".

According to his statement, he and he were "religious representatives" of Bright Star City and were invited to the Holy Land "Boridim" to participate in an important research project.

Among them, Bright Star City is a very ancient coastal city with developed trade, strong religious atmosphere and dense population. The scale of the local True God Order is one of the largest in the world; while "Boridim" was just born in the past few decades. A new city, but due to its special geographical location and the large number of believers settled in it, it has become a holy place in the minds of believers.

Either way, Anson was pretty sure he hadn't heard of it.

As for the so-called religious order and the "true God", it is easy to understand, because the first time he woke up, August shouted "Praise the Original Ring" and made a standard prayer posture of the Old God Sect.

In other words, I am now in a world where the belief in the Three Old Gods is very popular. If there are no errors in the records of the Ring of Order, it means that I have probably returned to the earliest "Dark Age" thousands of years ago.

These are what Anson obtained through various insinuations and repeated tests after waking up from the coma; and why he asked so many "things that he should know", the reason Anson gave is simple: he has lost his memory.

Such an old-fashioned explanation did not make August have the slightest suspicion, and he also showed considerable understanding and even sympathy.

"Regardless of research or evolution, magic is always a very dangerous existence for us. Even today, no one dares to claim that they can absolutely avoid accidents; rather, 'accidents' have long been accustomed to us believers of the true God. Something.”

In the warm room, August leaned on a couch and sofa, smiled at Anson, who was still a little nervous, and said, "But I think your amnesia is only temporary. Have a good rest, and spend more time with you." If you talk to the people around you, you should be able to slowly return to normal.”

"I hope, I hope the order...the original ring will protect me!"

Anson, who was pretending to be nervous, laughed bitterly and almost read the prayer wrongly. He sat across from him very awkwardly, looking around at the surroundings with the corner of his eye: the room was quite small, except for two long sofa-like seats. There are no other furnishings except chairs, a small coffee table, a dining table, a wine cabinet and a wardrobe, plus the top cabinet that looks like a luggage rack.

Of course, the so-called small is relative. If this were a box on a steam train or ship, it would be called a luxury - and it does look like a box.

"But... I'm still worried that my amnesia may cause a lot of trouble in my future work." Anson said deliberately worriedly:

"Because I really can't remember anything now... To be honest, I'm even a little panicked now. I have no idea where this place is, and I don't even have the slightest impression!"

Anson's voice was a little urgent, his pupils were slightly dilated, and his body was still a little tense while feeling awkward, and he was ready to get up and leave at any time.

The above actions are all tips mentioned by Fabian. As a former deputy commander of the Guards Army, he has unique experience in distinguishing real panic and false amnesia. Every time he uses the Guards' unique "Great Memory Recovery Technique" "Never picked the wrong guy.

In his words, people who suddenly lose their memory will fall into excitement and panic, especially fear of talking to others. However, this kind of excitement and panic is not faked by ordinary people, the kind of state where they desperately want others to know that they have lost their memory. There is a very subtle but clear difference in body language and emotional reactions between the two.

So as long as you control your body language well, you can basically hide it from most eyes... Judging from the other party's reaction, Fabian's teachings have been very successful so far.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about this. I will take it into consideration when you wake up." August waved his hand:

"That's it. After we arrive at Boridim, we can put our work on hold and ask the other side to rest for a few days. You can use this time to walk around and get familiar with the environment. Even if you can't recover your memory immediately, it should be helpful for you to integrate into the work. Not a small help.”

"But, if that's the case, will it delay your research?"

Anson still looked uneasy and said, his sincere eyes full of self-blame.

"Oh, my dear Anson, you are such a thoughtful and good man."

Looking at his worried look, August couldn't help but smile: "Don't forget, it was them who extended the invitation to us, not the other way around... To be honest with you, I haven't decided whether to accept this job or not. Sure."

"The opportunity to work at Boredim is indeed very tempting, but it also means losing a lot of freedom. If they hadn't taken the initiative, it would have been difficult for me to make such a big decision."

"All in all, we have plenty of choices in this matter. If it doesn't work out, we can still go back to Bright Star City to continue our previous research. We don't have to be afraid of Boridim at all..."

August paused suddenly, and then smiled in surprise: "Wait, we seem to have arrived."

Then he turned his head, stretched out his right hand towards the oil painting on the wall, and then snapped his fingers with a "pop!"

Anson, who was slightly curious, slowly looked sideways. The center of the gilt picture frame that occupied most of the wall suddenly began to fade away, replaced by a cold, endless white snow.

The biting cold wind carried snowflakes as big as goose feathers flying all over the sky, dyeing everything in the field of vision a pure snow color, and howling furiously to the whole world.

At this moment, they are driving fast in this world of endless snowstorms...Looking down along the edge of the picture frame, there is a square avenue extending continuously into the snowstorm, and you can faintly see the speeding people ahead. horseshoe.

Wait, so this is actually a... carriage? !

Anson's pupils shrank slightly. In the wind and snow, he vaguely saw the outline of a mountain top, and immediately recalled a bizarre dream in his mind.

Difficult, can it be said that that is...

"The holy city of true god believers, the eternal resting place of the three true gods, Boredim." August's words sounded slowly from the side:

"For the future big plans of true god believers, countless resources and power have been gathered to build this unique holy land - whether the evolvers who follow the path of the three true gods can win the future will be decided here for the first time."

Anson pursed his lips tightly, trying to pretend to be shocked to hide his true emotions and avoid August noticing anything unusual.

"I once saw Borridim's oil paintings from a friend, but...it seems that his painting skills are as superficial as his knowledge of blood magic, and he completely failed to capture the essence of this city on a hill. "

August seemed not to notice Anson's abnormality at all, staring intently at the city standing on the top of the mountain in the snowstorm: "He painted the city like a gorgeous palace, but in fact... This is a tomb."

"A big, majestic, cold tomb."

August, with infinite melancholy, sighed with emotion and asked without any warning: "Anson, what do you think?"

"Um?"

"Do you think this city looks like a palace, a tomb, or... something else?"

"I……"

Anson opened his mouth and paused for a moment, vaguely discerning something from the other person's subtle expression; so after a few seconds of silence, he answered with a bit of tentativeness: "I think it's more like... a kind of fire."

"Oh, this is a very interesting explanation." August raised his lips:

"You have always been the more insightful of the two of us, and you must have some more original insights."

"There's nothing too unique about it, it's just a random thought." Anson subconsciously hid behind him, and went further and further in his "amnesia" acting career:

"The three true gods have left us. The believers of the true gods have lost the beacon that leads the way. In order to continue the big plan, they built such a city. It looks like travelers in darkness, trying desperately to retain the last bit of their body. Tinder.”

"Not because it can lead the way, or really bring you a bright future; purely because it represents the last bit of hope; as long as it is there, it can light up some of the road, even if the future is endless darkness. "

Anson raised his head and carefully observed August's expression.

From the conversation between the two and his own observations, he has basically determined two facts - first, the three old gods are dead, but it does not seem to be a devastating thing to the casters, or it has changed. It has become everyone’s default status quo.

Second, the so-called "Boridim" is the resting land that Thalia and all the old god sects later talked about, the mausoleum where the three old gods rest - but now it seems to be a holy place for spellcasters, a similar place The place where the Holy See of the Circle of Order is located.

"Endless darkness... If this is the end of the evolvers, even if they hold the last little bit of fire, what significance will it have?"

August murmured, as if he was asking Anson, and also seemed to be asking his own heart.

"Sometimes, evolution is really a confusing thing. We desperately pursue perfection, but what can be called a truly perfect existence? We try to make ourselves as strong as possible, but any strength is There’s a price to pay.”

"Even the true gods cannot avoid the ending of failure. Can we, who are mediocre, really achieve something extraordinary?"

"Look at that city, it's grand and magnificent; but if we really have a way to solve the problems left by the departed true gods, why bother to build such a city that concentrates countless resources and wisdom? This kind of pride, pride Aren’t signs... really a disguise for our inner uneasiness and panic?”

"If we are really confident enough, then we have nothing to prove; if we are doomed, the sign...is just a nice-looking grave."

He stared at the city on the top of the mountain with increasingly clear outlines in the distance. After a long time, he finally regained consciousness and smiled at Anson with an apologetic expression: "Sorry, I seem to be a little confused again. The good feeling you get when you see it for the first time.”

"No need to apologize. I think what you said makes sense." Anson persuaded with a smile: "Sometimes we really can't just look at the good sides. Reflection and pouring cold water are also necessary."

"I think I just became sentimental."

August shook his head and let out a long sigh: "To be honest, I wouldn't have thought so much in the past; at that time, research was everything in my life and the only reason for my existence."

"But... when you get married, or even have children, it's hard to avoid thinking about their future."

"Child?" Anson couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Yes, I have a child - that's also an important reason why I can only serve as the second tutor in Bright Star City instead of the chief tutor, but I don't regret it."

August said lightly, his face filled with an expression of great happiness, and the melancholy and confusion just now disappeared instantly: "Being able to watch her grow up, and gradually become mature from the very beginning, That feeling of accomplishment...is honestly more exciting to me than anything else I've accomplished."

"It was also because of her that I decided to accept Boridim's invitation. After all, there are more opportunities here than in Bright Star City."

"...her?" Anson couldn't help but twitch his throat:

"what is her name?"

"Really? You don't even remember her name - I absolutely don't believe it." August smiled and waved his hand:

"Her name is Lisa."