I Will Be The Crowned King

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"Anson! Anson, aren't you dead? Wake up if you are not dead!"

A hurried male voice rang in his ears, and there was a wake-up service of "Papa Papa!"

Feeling the tingling sensation of some swelling, Anson suddenly opened his eyes and tried to focus on the figure around him - Cole Dorian, with a flustered expression, knelt down on one knee and raised his right hand to his cheek. .

No wonder his face hurts so much. In other words, it should not be an artificial call to wake up a comatose person at this time... Forget it... Rolling his eyes in the bottom of his heart, An Sen, who was lying on the ground, nodded slightly to the second judge, indicating that the other party was fine.

"Great!"

Cole Dorian's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly supported Anson with both hands and picked him up, lying half-flat against the wall, still talking non-stop: "I knew you were all right! You almost scared us. It's broken, but Sera said she heard you breathing, so let me rush over and wake you up first..."

An Sen, who was leaning against the wall, raised his head, listening to the second-class judge's babble, and his blurred vision swept around. The originally empty room was crowded with people of different faces, all asking for help. Judges of the True Order.

Among the crowd, he also saw Sierra Virgil, who was also silently looking at him—a pale female judge sitting in a wheelchair with a bandage on her chest.

So why was it not her who woke him up, but this second-rate judge who talked a lot of nonsense?

Sighing again, Anson, who was expressionless, looked at Cole, who was still talking endlessly:

"How's the situation?"

"The Black Mage is dead!"

Cole Dorian said cheerfully, completely ignoring Anson's expression:

"Sierra noticed the disappearance of his vital signs for the first time, very clear and complete, basically sure - the black mage, or Professor Mace Hornard and his apprentice Bron, are no longer there. The world is gone!"

"My lieutenant colonel, you are amazing! Just when I knew that Mace Hornard was actually a blasphemous mage, I almost thought we all had to die honorably this time, and I even thought about the survivors... The result It was a success, it was a real success!"

Anson's expression changed slightly.

I can't be wrong... Before I fell into a coma, I did see that there was someone who was tempted to come to life in the ashes.

At that time, Professor Mace Hornard did not die completely.

So what the **** is going on here... Mace Hornard ran away, or is there someone else behind it? Why would you let yourself go?

The puzzled Anson glanced at Sierra Virgil, and the bloodless female judge nodded gently at him, and Anson's comprehensible expression immediately returned to its original state, and continued to ask the next question:

"What about the situation outside?"

"The riot is over." The second judge chuckled:

"About the time Sera told us the Black Mage was dead, the mob besieging Clovis Cathedral broke up for no apparent reason, followed by the robbers who ran after them; two companies of skirmishers Rush out, follow the fleeing thugs and retake the entire Red Brick Street."

That's because Professor Mace Hornard died, and his hypnosis to those thugs naturally ended... Anson said silently in his heart.

"The group of people who besieged the Osteria Palace seems to have reached a certain condition with His Majesty Carlos II and the Privy Council. I heard that the great novelist did it."

"I don't know the details, but I only know one thing - the scumbags of the Guards are finally finished."

Cole Dorian, who shrugged, suddenly showed an inexplicable and amused expression: "The situation in other neighborhoods is still unclear. According to rumors, an army arrived in time by steam train, and now it is clearing street by street. Woolen cloth."

"Guess who?"

He asked Anson with a smile on his face.

An Sen frowned slightly and thought about it for a minute:

"Ludwig Franz?"

"Uh..." The smile on the second judge's face suddenly froze, he frowned and turned his head to look behind him, then looked at An Sen in confusion:

"Did the archbishop tell you?"

"No, but didn't he say that I only need to hold the cathedral until March 1?" Anson answered rightly.

"Snapped!"

Cole Dorian slapped his face.

"You haven't told me yet."

"...Yes, it's him."

The frustrated inferior judge muttered, very disappointed:

"The son of the archbishop did not carry out the order of the 6th Army to stick to the place. He took 8,000 people north to grab a train in Oak Town, and rushed all the way to the capital."

"Now the major general has become the savior of Clovis City, and all the credit for quelling the riots has become his alone. A group of reformers and radicals in the Privy Council are about to blow him to the sky. Don't dare to mention that he disobeyed the military order."

"What time is it?" Anson asked suddenly.

"Uh... 9:30, of course it's 9:30 on March 2."

The second-class judge glanced at the pocket watch and glanced at Anson: "What's wrong?"

"Oh it's all right."

So it was... Anson finally understood why Luther Franz had to stick to the church until March 1st.

After he noticed that the situation was starting to go wrong, he immediately started preparations for Major General Ludwig Franz to go north; the Church of Order had no right to interfere with the decision of the 6th Army, but bribed a few people to have the Levy of Thunder Fort deployed in Luther Franz would definitely be able to do it somewhere close to the main road and convenient for "catching the train".

The next step is to confirm when the riot will occur, and when Ludwig Franz will be able to arrive at the capital... So there is a requirement that "the cathedral must not fall before March 1."

As for the purpose... isn't that already obvious?

Anson even suspected that all of this was Luther Franz's plan from the very beginning. With the help of the untrusted guards and the security of the city outside Clovis, the Franz family had the opportunity to intervene in the security army of the capital.

He spent a lot of effort and paid a lot of money to get the Privy Council and the 6th Army to agree with the church to establish a vigilante army to protect the cathedral; as a result, Ludwig was reluctant to come back and recommended himself, so there was After a series of troubles...

"Okay, that's all I have to say."

The downcast Cole Dorian did not lose too long, and soon regained his usual happy expression:

"My commander, what else do you want to ask, if there is nothing else, we have to send you to the hospital!"

Looking at the glittering eyes of the second-class judge, An Sen, who was silent for a few seconds, slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Lawrence Bernat..."

"How is he... how is it?"

The voice fell, and the atmosphere in the secret room suddenly darkened.

"Captain Lawrence, haha..."

Cole Dorian was still smiling, but his voice suddenly became hoarse, pursed his lips, and said:

"He... um... he's not as lucky as you are."

An Sen didn't say anything, quietly raised his eyes slowly, the judge in the secret room moved silently to the sides, letting out the figure hidden behind them.

Lawrence Bernat was still leaning against the wall quietly, biting the pipe that Anson handed him at the time.

The axe, spear and saber that were originally nailed to the ground were taken out, and they lay flat on his left and right hands together with the "dagger" revolver that he had thrown away; the lost eyes seemed to be still looking at him, and the corners of his mouth were frozen at the last moment. radian.

"...Uh... It's almost as you see it. Captain Lawrence is a talent from the bloodline of the Wild Hunt Knight. It's impossible for ordinary physical attacks to leave him with serious injuries, so it's mainly at the spiritual level..."

"Sierra said it was because he had suffered too much mental damage and was unable to repair himself. When he was about to collapse and lose control, he chose...that...that..."

"Self-termination."

Seeing the Second Inquisitor who was suddenly at a loss for words, Sera softly "reminds".

"Yes! That's it, self-termination."

Cole Dorian twitched his throat stiffly: "Because he knows very well how much damage a talented person like him can do once he becomes a puppet of negative emotions and black magic; compared to that ending, Lawrence I'd rather die."

Without waiting for Anson to speak, he took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders, and said quickly: "Of course, you don't need to be too sad, let alone feel sorry for Lawrence... Because this is his choice."

"Or this is the choice of all of us. We took the initiative to ask for this, no one forced us, and we also know how high the risk is in this industry - it is said that the mortality rate is similar to the mine with the highest risk, haha!"

"Of course, the return is also quite good. One-third of the salary is higher than that of the clerical staff. I receive subsidies six times a year. I can apply for a small interest-free loan in the church, and then..."

"If you die unfortunately, you can still be regarded as a hero."

Cole Dorian chuckled, but that smile became more and more reluctant.

An Sen nodded slightly and looked at him calmly:

"Can I stay here alone, with Lawrence?"

"It won't take long, ten minutes will be enough, I... have some words, I want to tell him alone, can I trouble you to leave for now?"

"Of course, no problem, understandable!"

The second judge immediately got up and said, quickly turned his back to An Sen, and greeted the judges: "You heard it, everyone left for fifteen minutes, and then come over to clean the scene!"

No one objected... In the silent secret room, the judges turned around and left; some of them nodded to An Sen before leaving, with expressions of understanding and admiration in their eyes.

After learning about Anson's background, many of them had doubts about the "suspected spell caster" security commander, worried that he might really be a spy of the old gods, when the mob besieged the cathedral Cooperate with the black mage inside and out.

But when the facts came before, all the worries turned into double respect - even for the Inquisition, it is extremely rare to completely eliminate a blasphemous mage, let alone in a situation of helplessness Down.

Cole Dorian pushed the female Inquisitor's wheelchair and stood silently in front of the dead Lawrence's body, and followed him away after everyone had left.

"correct."

Walking to the gate, the second-rank judge suddenly stopped and said in a very relaxed tone:

"There's something I forgot to tell you, that Lisa she... disappeared."

"disappeared?"

Anson's expression froze.

"Yes, to be more precise, we couldn't find her - we didn't find her when we came down, we only found the key to the secret room on the ground, and after asking around, no one saw her or knew where she went; Thought she was also in the secret room, but it didn't."

Colton paused and said with a bit of consolation: "But you don't have to be too nervous, we checked it again, there are no signs of fighting outside the secret room or on the stairs, and Sera didn't find any other spellcasting. The person's breath, so she must be fine now."

"She... probably ran into a certain room in the cathedral and got lost accidentally - the cathedral is actually bigger than we thought - I believe that with Miss Lisa Bach's strength, the world can be trapped The place to live her probably hasn't been built yet."

"puff--"

An Sen couldn't help laughing, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise: "Indeed."

There were three people laughing in the room.

A chuckling Anson stared at Cole's back, his tear-stained smile reflected in his mind.

It wasn't until the judges walked away that Anson's eyes returned to Lawrence's body.

Looking at the eyes that were smiling at him, An Sen, who had been silent for a long time, twitched his throat and said silently:

"Feel sorry."

"I didn't tell you the truth when I explained it earlier, or... I didn't tell the whole truth."

"Yes, I didn't actually want to be a spellcaster at first, and I was indeed forced by Mace Hornard, and the situation was very critical at the time, and I had to make a choice immediately."

"But... Mace Hornard, he didn't push me, I did it of my own accord."

"There is no reason or excuse, and there is only one thing to say - I want to live."

"To be more precise, to live without anyone else's control, that's what I'm going to do; if things are really as Draco Wilters said ~www.readwn.com~ the storm is coming , I definitely don't want to be the one that was stripped and changed."

"That's all."

"So I'm very sorry that I lied to you before, although looking at your expression, you probably already guessed it."

With a light sigh, Anson, who got up slowly, turned his eyes from the judge to the side; the St. Isaac steam differential engine affected by the explosion was still intact, except for a little blackening, it still remained intact before the explosion. condition.

In the quiet secret room, An Sen silently stretched his right hand to the pocket of the shirt inside his coat and took out three white cards.

It was exactly the same as the memory card that recorded the "Great Magic Book" on the difference engine.