I Will Be The Crowned King

Everything was in Anson Bach's plan...with a slight deviation.

At 0:50, the storm regiment began to encircle and suppress it. Within fifteen minutes, the gangsters would be suppressed to the point where they could only hide in the military factory. Then the artillery company of the storm regiment would blow up the entire factory, and the riots that threatened the entire capital were eliminated. among.

But there were two "little" accidents in this perfect plan - first, he didn't expect the military factory to be evacuated. Without the ammunition in the warehouse, it was basically impossible to blow up the factory;

Then, he didn't expect that the Inquisition in Clovis City would be so "enthusiastic" about this matter, and would actually send out all of its forces to participate in this matter.

In the warehouse that was bombarded into ruins by 12-pound infantry, several judges of the Truth Seeking Order looked at the ruins and the completely shapeless pieces, frowning with indescribable helplessness.

Three spellcasters and gang leaders, "Rifle" was bombed by 12-pound artillery shells with no residue left, "Cigar" was left with a small torso and a leg, "Old Pocket Watch" was blown into two pieces from the middle, and it collapsed The falling rubble smashed the head...

A riot that caused a sensation in the entire city of Clovis. As a result, not to mention a decent living, not even a whole corpse was left... But the captain of the judge, Lawrence, didn't care much about this, and he didn't know if it was a "rifling". took off his hat before a puddle of plasma:

"Rifle, I don't know much about your life, and I don't know your name, but no matter what happens, you're just a used..."

"Cigar, I don't know much about your life... You are all just being used..."

"Old pocket watch..."

Several judges on the side looked at each other, sighed, and took off their hats, imitating Captain Lawrence to mourn the blood on the ground.

So the judge's eulogy is the same template, never changed?

Anson looked back, looking at Lisa, who was sitting face to face with him, with a somewhat complicated expression.

The girl obviously knew that she had done something wrong, so she avoided his gaze a little awkwardly.

How do you say this?

Although I did something wrong, you didn't make an appointment with me before and forbid me to come, and I saved your life; so please forgive me quickly and thank me for saving you by the way, let's go together Eat cake to celebrate?

Anson couldn't help sighing... He didn't even know how these words entered his mind.

"Well, I won't ask why you're here - tell me, how is Mrs. Bogner now?"

"She's in the basement on Bleiman Street."

Lisa replied very obediently:

"Anson, you would never have imagined that there is a very large, very large basement under the first floor of Bleiman Street! Hmm... It's almost the size of two of our houses, and there are a lot of food, water, money... Oh, And guns!"

She waved her small arms desperately and tried her best to straighten her body, as if this was the only way to make Anson understand what "extraordinarily large" meant.

Anson nodded, but he wasn't very surprised by this—for this old lady, who was covered in stories from head to toe, not to mention the shelter, even if she built an underground passage that led directly to the palace.

"She told Lisa that Anson was going to do something very dangerous and he might not come back; she also said that if Lisa wanted to, she would send Lisa to the country."

"Lisa doesn't want to go to the country, and she doesn't want to be separated from Anson. No one is really nice to Lisa except Anson. They will only drive Lisa away, or try to steal Lisa's things!"

"And Lisa promised to protect Anson, and Anson also promised to never drive Lisa away... Right? Right?!"

She raised her head and shouted loudly, her bright eyes with unspeakable stubbornness.

"……right."

With a wry smile, An Sen gently stroked the little girl's soft hair and comforted her in his arms.

He left Lisa in the apartment because Professor Mace Hornard had already found a clue about August's bloodline, and if he continued to investigate, Lisa August's existence would be exposed sooner or later.

And the cause of all this is his own "mistake": I thought that Lisa's life experience might not be simple, but I didn't expect it to be so simple, and I didn't expect it to be related to the Three Old Gods and even the "Apostolic Bloodline".

In the old **** belief or the "three old gods" system, "apostle" is the ultimate form that a spellcaster can achieve, and it is also the dream pursued by all spellcasters since ancient times; it is also a certain degree of "sublimation".

The "Three Old Gods Study" that Mace Hornard sent to Anson vaguely pointed out that after the spellcaster surpassed the fifth stage and became a "teacher" or a blasphemous mage - the name of the Church of Order - most The caster will retain only the consciousness and personality of a human being in the past, and become an existence of another life form.

The advantage is that because of the change in the form of existence, they will be able to use more powerful magic, and it is more difficult to kill; the disadvantage is that this existence is not stable, and will become greatly unsuitable for the original living environment. .

This has happened many times, especially in groups of blood mages, because they are "altered" almost from the moment they are born; mutant creatures like vampires or werewolves can almost all be traced back to the dark ages Certain blasphemous mages who cannot control their own power.

This state will continue until the "Apostle" stage will end, and the caster who becomes an Apostle will become a "new life form", "second only to the existence of the three old gods", and there will no longer be the risk of losing control or mutation. He was even suspected of possessing the power of immortality.

It is for this reason that the black mage is so excited after getting the information about the August bloodline, and even leaves the capital to find clues for this matter - even if there is only a glimmer of hope, it is better than hiding in Ke. The Great Book of Magic at Lowe Cathedral is ten thousand times more important.

For various reasons, An Sen felt that he was obliged to protect her now; although considering the increasing strength gap between the two sides, the question of who was protecting who was still open to debate.

More importantly, he felt that he was about to be exposed to the black mage - after the night of riots at St. Isaac's College, Bloane didn't even take the initiative to find himself, and Professor Mace Hornard didn't take it anymore. I wrote a letter to myself, everything was peaceful as if nothing had happened.

Of course, it's possible that he just thought too much... An Sen, who heard the footsteps behind him, stopped thinking about it, and followed the suddenly alert Lisa's line of sight to look back.

Lawrence Bernette walked towards him with a dignified face, wiped the dust and blood on the hat and put it on his head again; Anson pretended to be relaxed and smiled, and with his right hand, he put Lisa in his arms behind him:

"How is it, is the investigation over?"

"It's over, or... it never started." Lawrence said softly in a slightly hoarse voice:

"The explosion wiped away all traces of the scene, and nothing was left except some simple evidence, let alone any prisoners who were enough to stand up and provide a confession."

"On the basis of the traces on the scene, it is impossible to make those nobles who participated in the activities of the old gods to plead guilty, and it is impossible to rely on these direct accusations and arrest Mace Hornard himself..."

Speaking of which, Captain Lawrence suddenly changed the conversation, and the eyes under the brim of the three-cornered hat quietly looked at Anson:

"Of course, even so, tonight is still not in vain - we eradicated several influential old **** gangs in the outer city, and according to the information you provided before, we eliminated an event that was very likely to spread to the entire capital. riot."

"Anson Bach, I owe all of this to you, and I will mention this to the Supreme Court and the Church in the report after the fact."

"No, it's just a duty."

An Sen smiled: "Wait a minute, do you still need me to make a confession or statement or something?"

"No need." Lawrence shook his head:

"Tonight, our duty is only to cooperate with the actions of your church security forces. The two parties are in a cooperative relationship. Besides, you are already under our guardianship, so this formalized process is unnecessary; of course, if you insist..."

"Do you need me to do something?" An Sen, whose expression changed slightly, quickly changed the subject.

Lawrence smiled mildly, obviously not taking it seriously: "Our people will be evacuated soon, but there is still a lot to be done on the side of the military factory, especially some relics of the old gods and things that can prove their identity. The Supreme Court notified."

"In addition, there will be a clearing and suppression of the base camps of several old **** sect organizations, and the Qiuzhen cult and the church are preparing to carry out a centralized eradication of old **** sect organizations existing in the outer city, all of which need the help of you and your security army. "

"No problem, I'll be happy to help." An Sen nodded lightly.

The mild-faced Lawrence Bernat patted Anson on the shoulder and turned away without saying a word.

As the people in the courthouse left, the soldiers of the Storm Corps also started their routine finishing work: clearing the ruins, cleaning the scene, collecting corpses and imprisoning prisoners - no different from the battlefield.

Although it has no effect on combat effectiveness, whether an army can quickly and efficiently clear the battlefield is also an important criterion for testing its experience and organization, and this is precisely the biggest shortcoming of the Storm Regiment.

The Church of Order was able to arm these recruits and newly graduated officers to the teeth with countless gold coins, but it couldn't allow them to have the same wealth of experience and skilled skills as the regular army overnight.

In this regard, An Sen didn't have many good ideas. He studied skirmishers at the Military Academy, and his understanding of logistics was only average.

Looking at the soldiers who were in a hurry amid the scolding of officers and veterans, and tossed for an hour before the end was finished, Anson really missed his adjutant Carl Bain more and more. He is in charge.

By the time the finishing work was over, it was already 2:50.

Anson did not return to the station with the Storm Corps, but turned around and headed to the Crown Tavern on Ximen Street—at this time, he knew that this was the only shop that could provide grilled crispy sausages and steaming bread, plus Not very good coffee.

It was still early in the morning, and in the empty tavern there were only sleepy bartenders, workers who just got off work, drunkards and homeless people who couldn't find work.

He found a fairly clean empty spot near the bar, and after giving the bartender four silver coins, Anson, who put his hands on his chin, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

Lisa, who noticed the tiredness in his eyes, sat obediently on the chair and looked around the tavern with curious eyes without saying a word.

A few minutes later, the bartender with the plate approached:

"Sir, the coffee and sausage you asked for are ready; I'm very sorry, but the hot soup and bread will take a while."

"It's okay, we're not in a hurry..."

An Sen, who opened his eyes subconsciously, stopped abruptly when he saw the other person's appearance: "Why are you?"

Carin Jacques, who was holding the dinner plate in both hands, looked at him with an embarrassed smile, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

The usually talkative black-robed priest quickly put the dinner plate on the table, skillfully pulled out a chair and sat down under Lisa's supervision, and then went straight to the topic:

"Did you plan what happened tonight?"

"What do you mean?" An Sen, who almost fell asleep, was startled.

"You know what I'm talking about!" Carin Jacques rolled his eyes:

"Yesterday morning, I told you where the Hydra gang's territory is. Just now I heard that the nearby Leiden Arms Factory was bombed! More than a thousand soldiers with live ammunition killed the gang in the alley. Hai~www.readwn.com~ Even the cannons were used, and at least a hundred people died, do you tell me you know nothing about this?!"

The black-robed priest with a hoarse voice stared at Anson with bulging eyes, looking hysterical.

"Who did you listen to?" Anson asked curiously.

"This is not important, the important thing is that I want to know if the outer city is no longer safe?"

Carlin Jacques looked terrified and swallowed hard: "You guys eliminated four old **** gangsters in one go tonight, you can't just stop like this, you must be planning to level the entire outer city, right? ?"

"You came to me specifically to ask these questions?"

Anson said impatiently.

Based on what he knew about this black-robed priest, unless he was sure that he would not be shot in the head, he would never appear in front of him in such a tense situation - otherwise he would have run away long ago. .

"Just one of the reasons."

Carin Jacques sneered, slightly restraining her flustered expression:

"Because of what happened tonight, there is someone who really wants to see you, but can't take the initiative to find you for some special reason, so I can only ask me as a middleman, are you free tonight?"

Anson's expression finally turned serious:

"Who?"

"A person you have always wanted to see, and who has always wanted to see you."

The sincere Carlin Jacques stood up, the corners of his mouth raised slightly with a bit of playfulness:

"Your friend, Draco Wilters."

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