I Will Be The Crowned King

With a trace of regret that he might not get the infantry guns, Anson left Ludwig's camp; the officers guarding outside the camp glared at him with his dog-like eyes almost as soon as they saw him come out. Anson.

The commander of the Grenadier Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Roman - is said to be Brigadier General Ludwig's same year and a colleague, but the relationship between the two is probably more advanced than it seems.

An Sen was stared at with hair all over his body, and he didn't know how he offended the head Roman. From the first time he had the impression of meeting him, he had no good feelings for himself.

Although, except for Brigadier General Ludwig, I didn't see him showing any kindness towards anyone.

The problem is that now I need help from the other party, because... looking up at the other party, An Sen's face showed a smile:

"Excuse me, Louis Bernard, the captured imperial knight, where is he being held now?"

The fierce-looking Roman stared at Anson without blinking:

"It's a secret."

"I know, but I need to interrogate him now." Anson responded politely:

"Brigadier General asked me to come up with a plan to capture Thunder Fort as soon as possible. I need to know the first-hand information of the imperial defenders in the fortress."

"Of course, if you're really worried, we'll go in and apply to the brigadier general now." Anson turned sideways calmly, pointing to the tent door behind him: "Although I don't think he would object, but for such a trivial matter It's never good to disturb the Brigadier General... what do you think?"

With their eyes facing each other, An Sen's expression was as usual.

It was as if the guy who annoyed Ludwig just now had nothing to do with him.

Roman, who was staring at his prey, waved to a grenadier behind him:

"Take him to see the prisoner."

"Yes!"

The grenadier answered, taking a step forward.

Anson nodded solemnly to Roman, and was just about to express his gratitude when he was snatched by him.

"Captain Anson Bach, I don't know how you survived that battle." Roman said coldly: "But if you want to continue to live in peace, you'd better consider winning this siege as your own. Do the most important thing in your life.”

"Otherwise... the power of the Church of Order and the Franz family is beyond your imagination."

What does he mean?

warn? threat? Or do you want to "remind" yourself of something?

Anson's heart was full of turmoil.

Roman, who withdrew his gaze, didn't look at him any more, and stayed outside the tent door as loyal as a hound.

Ten minutes later, Anson came to the place where Louis Bernard was being held.

This is a cell that was temporarily transformed from a cellar. In the dark cell, only a faint light of fire could be seen faintly.

The colleagues and the soldiers in charge of the custody did not give Anson the key to the cell, they chose another safer way - put him in the cell too.

"Bang!"

Hearing the sound of the cell door being locked behind him, An Sen sighed.

"If you plan to interrogate, I advise your Excellency to give up - I will never tell you any information on the name of the Bernard family!"

A righteous and uncompromising voice sounded in Anson.

He followed the sound, and the dim candlelight reflected the young knight's sitting figure.

Although the other party's expression looked a little sluggish, it was obvious that he was trying to beat his spirits; but the blood and dirt on his body and face were gone, and several wounds were well bandaged—obviously, Ludwig The identity of the prisoner is very clear.

"It's you?"

Seeing the figure of the visitor, the young knight frowned slightly.

"it's me."

Nodding, Anson sat down near the young knight.

"Let me introduce myself formally, Anson Bach, Captain of the Army, Adjutant Adjutant of the 1st Legion; it's an honor to meet you, Sir Louis Bernard."

After speaking, An Sen took the initiative to stretch out his right hand.

Louis hesitated, but his etiquette instinct still prevailed: "Louis Bernard, it's an honor to meet you, and use despicable means to capture my victor, Your Excellency Anson Bach."

After shaking hands, An Sen with a smile said casually: "Then the situation is like this, I have something I want to ask you about..."

"Even if Your Excellency defeats me in a duel, you will never get any information about the Thunder Fortress from me!"

Before Anson could finish speaking, the young knight who suddenly sat up straight again immediately became impassioned: "I will never bet on the name of the Bernard family..."

"I didn't want to ask this!"

"Um?!"

The interrupted Louis was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes, his immature face was full of confusion: "Then what do you want to ask?"

Looking at the innocent appearance of the young knight, Anson even had the urge to bully him.

But since it is impulsive, the quicker it comes, the quicker it goes.

"When the two of us were dueling, you mentioned that 'talented people can sense each other'..." Anson's pupils shone with sincerity:

"Sir Louis Bernard, do you know the talent and the power of blood well?"

"Of course! It should be said that any imperial knight, any talent - the successors of the seven knights, should be in awe of this ancient power."

Louis' face showed a look of longing like a believer: "Your Excellency Anson, you must know the legend of the Seven Great Knights?"

"I know a thing or two." Anson nodded.

This is a story similar to the creation myth, well-known in this world: six knights from different places, joined forces with the elves, united under the dragon knight, and subordinated the dark creatures and the fallen old gods to the human race. The world of order was expelled, and seven nations were eventually established on the territory of the rising human beings.

Later, these seven knight kingdoms gradually approached, relying on marriage and alliance to establish an empire-so to a certain extent, this is also the founding myth of the empire.

"It is said that the source of all bloodline power is the seven knights who saved the world of order; their bloodlines continued to multiply, and eventually created countless bloodline powers of various forms; although the Church of Order and many people, such as you Klo The Kingdom of Wei has doubts about this, but this skeptical attitude is undoubtedly ridiculous!"

Louis said righteously: "For example, the power of my bloodline is inherited from one of the seven great knights of the family's ancestors, the famous 'Sea Knight' Bernard, the evidence is conclusive!"

An Sen responded with a smile. Although he really wanted to ask "where did the bloodline power of the seven great knights come from" such a nesting doll question, he still thought about it.

"So... Your Excellency Anson, what exactly do you want to know?"

"I want to ask you to teach me the power of blood." An Sen said sincerely.

This is what Anson came to see Louis for.

From the beginning to the end, or in other words, at the moment of figuring out his time travel, all of Anson's plans revolved around the premise of "being alive".

Everything else can only be regarded as an extension of this premise.

He didn't dare to escape alone, so he had to find the army; he needed to hide his secrets, so he needed the background of the Church of Order; he didn't want to be wanted as a deserter, so he had to take Thunder Fort...

He needs to protect himself from being killed by someone who wants to kill him, so he needs to master the power of blood.

Even if you want to get it from the enemy.

"You don't have the power of your own blood?!"

Louis, who was once again surprised, took a breath, but soon showed an expression of "as expected":

"No wonder... I thought you've been deliberately hiding your strength, waiting for the critical moment to win with one blow... So that's what happened?!"

"No, that's not right! There's a problem here!" Louis was shocked: "Have you, your instructor never taught you?"

Anson blinked and thought for a second:

"What tutor?"

"It's your mentor! Teach you how to become a qualified noble, an excellent knight, or—who taught you to be a qualified leader?"

"Wang Family Military Academy."

"Academy... Did no one teach you how to master the power of blood?"

"As far as I know, no."

"..." Louis Bernard.

The young knight commander sighed and shook his head helplessly: "When I was in the imperial capital, I once heard rumors that the upper echelons of the Clovis Kingdom were obsessed with machines and ignored the ancient heritage... I never thought it would be so serious. !"

"Um... is this serious?" Anson frowned.

"Of course it's serious. If you ask me that, it means it's very serious!" Louis widened his eyes, his clear eyes and exaggerated expression, as if he was afraid that Anson still didn't understand:

"If there is no blood, how can we prove the nobility of our blood? If there is no blood, how can we lead the weak and helpless people? If there is no blood, wouldn't the order of the empire and the order of the entire world disappear?"

Anson opened his mouth in surprise. He didn't know he was so great.

"So... Sir Louis Bernard, can you teach me the power of blood?" Anson laughed casually.

The voice fell, and the upright young knight was silent for a moment, and the light of struggle flashed in the clear eyes.

The dim candle light flickered slightly, and the few remaining candles showed signs of burning out.

Only Anson still smiles:

"I understand your concerns. It's definitely not a good thing to help the enemy master power - especially the enemy in front of you; but please think clearly: even if I don't come, wouldn't there be someone else?"

"You mean..." Louis was a little stunned.

"The Kingdom of Clovis must retake Thunder Fort, and in order to retake this vital fortress, it will certainly not let you, a prisoner who knows the details of the defenders, be spared." Anson said patiently.

"I said it! I would never bet against the name of the Bernard family..."

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"But! I can avoid this problem." Anson, who couldn't help rolling his eyes, had to interrupt Louis, who looked innocent and was about to die:

"I can convince them to hand over all the interrogation work to me, so that you don't have to tell the truth, because I will never ask you that!"

Louis looked happy, but then asked:

"So, what's the price?"

"You have to teach me the power of blood, and it has to be sincere." An Sen twitched the corners of his mouth to reveal a sincere smile. He felt that if this continued, the corners of his mouth would cramp sooner or later:

"Let me master the power of blood within a week, and I promise not to let you reveal half a word about the Thunder Fort defenders, including your brother, the defender commander Kroger Bernard!"

Louie, whose eyes were round, looked at the smiling Anson, and finally sighed softly:

"Actually, the person who was supposed to carry out this plan was my uncle, but my brother..."

"Okay, let's not talk about this now!" Anson interrupted again: "Tell me, are you willing to accept this deal - use the knowledge of the power of blood to exchange information on the defenders of Thunder Fort."

For the current Louis Bernard, the priority of the two is obvious.

Louis' expression was a little lost, but as if he had made up his mind, he quickly returned to normal: "First of all, to correct a common-sense mistake of yours - this is what my mentor once told me."

"The power of blood cannot be 'taught', because everyone is different, even the power of the same kind of blood is the same; it is hidden in your blood and belongs to you only; The power of blood is the proof of a talent."

"Although I say that, in fact, there are traces of this power, otherwise inheritance will become a problem; my uncle told me that every ancient family has a unique way of grasping the power of blood, but in general Everything is similar." Louis's tone gradually became serious:

"At first, through hard training, you slowly wake up this power from your body; you are basically at this stage now, so I can perceive the power of your bloodline."

"Understood." Anson nodded clearly.

"In the next step, it will start strengthening your body. You will find that when you activate the power of your blood vessels, your physical and mental strength will be significantly improved, and you will begin to show special abilities."

"Although I don't think there is strength or weakness between the power of blood, many abilities are often displayed in ways beyond people's imagination: some focus on strengthening the body, some will affect the people around them, and some exist at the spiritual level, Some can even predict something about to happen...and so on. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com”

"And although everyone's bloodline power is unique, this ability may still change - according to my uncle, bloodline power is inextricably linked to your awareness of yourself..."

When Anson stood outside the cell again, it was already dark.

Roman, with eyes like a bloodhound, stood motionless in the middle of the trench, looking at Anson who came out with his hands behind his back.

"It seems to be going well." Roman narrowed his eyes:

"Have you gained his trust?"

There were only the two of them in the empty trenches, and the dark midnight made the cold wind blowing from the side become gloomy.

"Originally, the commander of this imperial army was not Kroger Bernard, but his uncle... It's a good start."

Anson's tone was very flat, and it was meaningless to be polite to this man: "So can you please tell Brigadier General Ludwig that he will no longer arrange for others to interrogate Louis Bernard - this trust is still there at the moment. It's fragile and can't afford to go back on it."

Roman's eyes narrowed slightly: "I will tell the general."

Throwing down this promise, which he didn't know if it counted as a promise, he turned around and left.

It was not until the figure of the other party disappeared at the end of the trench that Anson finally let go of the left hand holding the gun behind his back; only when he was alone could he clearly feel how dangerous he was at the moment.

What if the guy who wanted to kill him had a similar ability, if he had some kind of ability that he didn't understand at all, even magic... A mere gun wouldn't give him much sense of security.

The power of blood, the old gods, and the ability to "see" everything around Dao...

A hole card, one is never enough.