I Will Be The Crowned King

"Oh, why did you come out alone?"

Outside the cellar door of the farmhouse, Carl Bain, who was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette, watched Fabien push the door with a stiff expression, and looked behind him and said:

"The militia commander and... how about him?"

"For the sake of safety, the commander-in-chief intends to visit the mine in person. Head Joseph is in charge of escorting you. You..." The familiar voice made the former Guards officer startled, turned his head, and looked at the chief of staff with a frown. :

"When did you start smoking a pipe?"

"From the day I used up all the cigarette papers." Carl rolled his eyes with a pipe in his mouth: "The local supplies are pitiful, and a piece of paper can't wait for a day... Hey, have you tried using beluga whales? Hong Kong's straw paper cigarettes?"

"no, what happened?"

"You should really try--if you're going to make yourself uncomfortable all day, you're not afraid of being burned off your collar."

"Oh." Fabian said with a dazed look.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"what is the problem?"

"Why did you come out alone?" Karl looked puzzled:

"He didn't want you to follow, or did you finally understand how boring this is?"

"None of them, it's just that we have other jobs."

Fabien finally came to his senses and returned to his usual smile: "Some of the work that is best distracted by the commander-in-chief by some trivial matters, and it has nothing to do with him after the investigation."

This time, it was Carl Bain's turn to frown, and after a long silence, he took off the pipe from the corner of his mouth and said slowly:

"Although I don't think it's possible, I still have to ask, you... aren't you going to rebel?"

"How is it possible, how could I possibly inform... I mean, Chief of Staff Carl Bain, I need your help."

Fabian said sincerely.

"Me? This is quite new. If I remember correctly, this should be the first time you have asked me for help..." Karl raised his eyebrows in amazement:

"What's up?"

"Red Hand Bay, and loyalists from other colonies." Fabien said succinctly:

"Black Reef Harbor, Winter Torch City... Except for Changhu Town, all other colonies have sent representatives to Yangfan City, and the Empire will definitely start to support them and purge the liberals who want independence."

"And you're worried that they know the situation of the colonies better than us, and are likely to get ahead of us?" Immediately understood what he meant, Carl Bain nodded thoughtfully:

"Well... It's really difficult to do. On the one hand, we have to protect these guys from being washed out, but now they are still very vigilant about us. Recklessly intervening may have the opposite effect and push them to the side of the empire."

"So we still have to wait for the empire to do it first." After quietly listening to Carl's analysis, Fabian said solemnly:

"It just so happens that Pigeon Grey has not sent a representative to our side recently from Sail City, which proves that the loyalists there should be very strong - it is easier to convince Grey Pigeon Castle to be a 'good example' for liberals in other colonies. ."

"It makes sense, so what do I need to do?"

"It's very simple." A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on the face of the former guards officer:

"When the commander-in-chief is away, cooperate with me in a play."

"Acting?"

Looking at the penetrating smile on his face, Carl couldn't help trembling.

………………

Feeling the cold and rugged "artificial stone steps" under his feet, An Sen followed the militia commander into the mine, all the way to the depths of the ground.

The mine is very narrow, the almost irregular arc-shaped tunnels, even young people who are still growing, have to bend their waists to barely move forward. The wooden beams supported by the head are almost integrated with the rock wall, and the cracked parts are filled with cracks. of grit.

The mine is dark, so dark that there is no "light" at all, enough to make anyone who considers himself brave develop claustrophobia within five minutes and drive himself crazy.

However, this problem does not exist for Anson - the first time he entered the mine, he turned on the "ability". If the militia leader turned around, he would be surprised to find that the "commander-in-chief" was a closed Eyes followed behind him.

The disadvantage of this is that it can be seen too clearly. Even every rock around and the crack of every wooden beam can be clearly seen. In Anson's vision, this seemingly sustainable mine can be seen at any time. It collapsed, burying the two of them alive in a tunnel where the sun did not see the light of day.

"Please follow closely, don't look back."

In the darkness, the militia leader with a kerosene lamp moved forward cautiously, his voice trembling slightly: "There is an unwritten rule in the mines of the New World - unless it's time to go back, no matter what. Can't go back."

"If you really do this, the Shadow Demon's eyes will stare at you. Once you see his eyes, it's useless no matter where you go!"

Shadow Demon?

Anson raised his eyebrows.

"He... is an evil **** believed by the indigenous people, just like the Three Old Gods on the mainland, but it's a little different." Before he could ask, Joseph introduced the road, as if people were walking with them. On the road at night, I always like to talk about something to be brave:

"It is said that He is everywhere, and every place shrouded in shadows is his kingdom. Immigrants dig mines in the new world, stealing treasures from his kingdom, and they are most likely to be targeted by shadow demons."

"All the guys who look directly into the eyes of the Shadow Demon will be taken away by him little by little, lose their memory, and finally become a walking corpse that doesn't know anything. If you die, your soul will still be enslaved for a hundred years, become a **** of the Shadow Demon, and curse every outsider who has collected wealth from this land, and eventually disappear, and the rotting corpse will turn into an underground mine."

Cursing, memory, and manipulation sound very consistent with the characteristics of black magic, but from the perspective of relying on shadows, it seems to have the characteristics of a certain curse magician, as long as you can control everything within your casting range, and even distort reality ...Anson said silently in his heart.

This is not the first time he has encountered a similar existence. When crossing the turbulent sea storm, Talia, who faced the Lord of the Abyss, encountered the same situation: at first, she thought that the other party was a blood mage similar to herself. , Only after the fight did he find out that he was actually a black magic caster with a deep concealment.

Could it be that the spellcasters in the new world are different from those in the old world, and there is a way to master two or more of them at the same time... eh? !

Anson suddenly thought of what St. Isaac's notes mentioned, the "evolutionary" way of jumping between different magics. Could it be related to the old gods in the new world?

From the notes, he seems to have encountered a bottleneck, but in the end he mastered the three major magics at the same time... Although it did not change the outcome of the assassination.

If the ability acquired last time is to pave the way for the next evolution, will there be a connection between the two?

For example, if you want to obtain a stronger ability to distort reality, you need a larger spiritual power; then should you complete the enhancement of black magic first, and then jump to the level of conjuration magic?

If this is the case, then the way of St. Isaac should not be original, but earlier... No, the new world is relative to the old world in terms of the Ring of Order belief, and for the old gods, it is the three old gods. The land of rest, the birthplace of true faith.

The three major magics blend with each other and use each other to climb the evolutionary tree... It may be the earliest system of the old gods!

But judging from the old gods in the new world now encountered, this system also seems to have some flaws: whether it is the shadow demon or the master of the abyss, the conditions for the appearance and use of power seem to be very harsh, and various restrictions It seems all too obvious: the former must be deep under the sea, the latter has no shape at all, hiding in the shadows...

Is it because "the greater the ability, the more restrictions"? Or is it that the evolution is too distinctive, resulting in a stronger rejection from the world?

"what?"

Just when he was speculating about whether there was some connection between Saint Isaac and the Old God Sect in the New World, Joseph, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and said without looking back.

"What's up?"

An Sen stood behind him, the militia commander's stunned expression reflected in his mind, and an unexpected expression appeared in his rapidly shrinking pupils, as if he had sensed something.

"No...nothing...I mean...I didn't look at anything...I...I..." Joseph opened his mouth hesitantly, and he didn't know how to explain, shivering. froze in place.

"Don't be nervous, relax."

Anson opened his mouth and comforted him, stopping his right hand behind the militia commander to prevent him from falling, but he didn't really touch it: "Now... think about it carefully, did you see anything?"

"See?!"

Joseph's body trembled suddenly, his eyes were obviously widened, and the muscles in his cheeks were also trembling slightly: "No...I...I didn't see anything!"

"I just...just like...like...heard something not quite right...sound!"

"sound?"

"sound!"

The frightened Joseph repeated it, taking deep breaths quickly.

Perhaps because of the thin oxygen in the mine, doing this did not make him relax, instead his expression became more painful, and he looked forward in horror:

"I've been here...twice...never heard that voice...that..."

"Are you sure that's the sound?"

Anson's voice of doubt came from behind him again.

"I'm sure!" Joseph suddenly became hysterical, and his cheeks began to flush abnormally:

"I heard it, I really heard it!"

"Did you really hear?"

"I really heard it!"

"Then what did it say?"

"it says……"

"boom!"

Before he could open his mouth, the cold **** of the gun had hit the back of his head heavily.

The trembling militia commander was like a puppet with a broken string, "Pop!" He collapsed to the ground.

Turning the gun lightly, Anson, who was squinting, did not put away the "dagger" revolver, and aimed the muzzle straight ahead:

"Did you come out by yourself, or did I go over and invite you?"

In the dark tunnel, only the sound of his voice was quiet.

When the echo was over, it was dead again.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The crisp applause came from the tunnel behind Anson.

An Sen was expressionless, still maintaining the posture of raising his gun, his narrowed pupils staring intently at the darkness in front of him.

"Commander Anson Bach, you really live up to your reputation."

A slightly brisk voice came from the darkness, and approached him step by step: "As expected of the first attack, you can get rid of the people who were ambushed or even killed by the Untrustworthy Knights."

He stood seven steps behind Anson, his cheeks covered by the hood and hair tips could be vaguely seen to be in his 30s or 40s. The exquisite clothes and all the local goods were matched with local high-quality leather. A rich man who always wears a silk top hat is no different.

If he went out wearing this outfit, maybe everyone would think that he was the owner of this mine and farm, and would not cause any suspicion.

"At first, I thought Ian and the others might have exaggerated suspicions, but now it seems that we should trust his judgment... If I guessed correctly, you probably noticed me when you first entered the mine, right?"

No, just now, "powers" consume a lot of energy, and I don't have the time to pay attention to someone who likes to follow... An Sen gave a slight pause, and said indifferently:

"What do you want to do?"

"See you."

The man chuckled lightly: "I gave you a precious gift, and in return, I really want to find a chance to meet you."

"It's just... for various reasons, plus you seem to be very busy these days, you didn't even have a chance to have a private drink or chat with you."

"What are we talking about?" Anson continued to ask rhetorically.

"cooperate."

Still a simple and clear answer, the voice laughed: "Longhu Town is just the beginning, we hope to have a deeper cooperation with you... and the Rune family behind you~www.readwn.com~ The two sides hunt together, each Take what you need."

"Our power is not large, but almost all the colonies have our friends, who can provide you with the most timely first-hand information, or some unknown little secrets, and... …”

"If one day you need to attack a strong fortress, a city gate key may be very helpful to you."

The other party's voice revealed a faint smugness.

"I guess... this kind of help comes at a price." Anson asked rhetorically, still not looking behind him.

"We need shelter, a safe enough shelter... Ian Clemens should have already told you very clearly about this, and I don't need to repeat it." The voice continued to smile:

"The colonial rebellion has broken the balance of the new world, and the empire will invest more power here; even in order to avoid them, our weak existence must find a suitable force as soon as possible."

"Then you found me?"

"With the exception of Clovis, there will be no other forces that can defeat the Empire in the New World - except for the Old God Sect." The other party made no secret:

"Introduce yourself, my name is Phil."

"Phil Cracy."

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