I Will Be The Crowned King

"Click."

Gently unscrewing the locked hatch, An Sen, who was holding the handle, was about to push the door and enter, when a small white hand pressed his shoulder.

"Dear Anson, wait a minute."

Talia, who frowned slightly, said softly and quietly stood in front of An Sen: "It's not quite right, someone should have been here."

Has anyone been here?

Anson was stunned for a moment. His first reaction was the sailor on the Crown, but he soon realized that the "people" that Thalia was talking about might just be a code name—what he really meant to say should be the spellcaster.

Moreover, he is also a very strong spellcaster, otherwise he will never let the dignified Rune's family master face a formidable enemy!

"Can you confirm?"

An Sen's expression gradually became dignified, his right hand behind his back quietly snapped his lower knuckles to activate the "power", and at the same time prepared two magics, [Mist of the Undead] and [Yan Yujia], in case of an accident.

Although [Smoke Man] can block fatal damage for himself once a day, and has the ultimate trump card of "power of blood", the methods of high-level spellcasters are quite mysterious, even the talent of Captain Lawrence. The opponent will be crushed into meat sauce in an instant - the opponent is still a black mage who is not very good at fighting.

The girl shook her head slightly, her clear eyes instantly turned scarlet, exuding a faint light in the dark cabin:

"The other party's whereabouts are very cautious, and Talia can only vaguely perceive a little residual breath... It hasn't left for a long time, maybe it's still nearby."

…it?

An Sen's heart groaned, and his cheeks twitched as the picture reflected in his mind.

The next second, the hatch slowly opened.

Looking at the two in the cabin, the field of vision was instantly filled with blood red.

Ed Levant, who was captured by the crew of the Crown, was lying at the end of the room in a posture that no ordinary person could do, staring at them with wide eyes.

His neck was nailed to the bulkhead by wooden tips, and two twisted into the shape of screws were firmly "screwed" into the wooden boards on both sides; Stuffed eagle.

The heart, liver, lung lobes, kidneys, stomach, intestines...the forcibly expanded torso is clean, and all the internal organs are neatly hung on the ceiling chandelier. artwork.

The two legs were pulled off together with the lower body, the legs were together, the soles of the feet were close to the buttocks, the crotch was vertically upward, and the extremely upright "kneeling" was directly under the artwork, surrounded by the original outline drawn in plasma. ring.

As for the one who was staring at the two of them with wide eyes, Ed Levant's stiff face kept a smile of relief at the last moment before his death, and there was nothing abnormal about it.

But except for the cheeks, the flesh and blood of the entire head was shaved clean without leaving any traces, and even the brain disappeared together with the hollow at the top of the skull; it was like wearing a skull A human-skin face mask looks very funny.

The dark cabin was dead silent, except for the sea breeze outside the window, there was no sound, there was no smell other than dampness, and there was not even the slightest smell of blood.

"Because his blood has been drained, what we see is only what the other party wants us to see... Warning." Talia said slowly, with a very sure tone:

"The person who killed him must be the blood mage."

"Blood mage at the level of blasphemy mage."

 …

Rune Mansion, Smoking Room.

The dull-eyed William Cecil sat on the chair, his trance expression still not recovered from the shock just now, and the whole person was in a state of trance.

The gloomy Anson sat opposite him, smoking a pipe silently; I don't know if it was an illusion, he originally just wanted to use his "little hobby" to cover up the magic props he carried with him, but recently he has become more and more accustomed to being nervous and needing to think. time to take two sips.

This is not a good sign.

While the paths between different magics are vastly different, there are some similarities - whether it's the description of the Black Mage in the Great Book of Magic, or Talia's precepts and deeds, which refer to everything from fifth-order spellcasters to blasphemy In the process of mage, any little detail may make a huge change later.

This change is not only in the understanding of magic, but also in the structure of the body, and even some subconscious "habits" are included; after all, the essence of magic is evolution, and any detail may become an inducement to affect evolution.

Then refer to the "controllable" evolutionary method mentioned in St. Isaac's notes, which constantly jumps between the three major magics; although he mostly failed in the end, since his method is controllable , doesn't it prove that the original three major magic paths are "uncontrollable"?

If it is really like what St. Isaac said, the evolution of the three major magics is like flying a kite. The more important it becomes—especially from the common spellcaster to the profane mage stage.

Just when he was wondering whether it was time to quit smoking, the young captain who had been silent for a long time suddenly raised his head and said regretfully with an extremely self-blaming expression:

"Sorry, it's all because of my situation. At first, I was worried that when I moved out, I would give him the opportunity to escape from Beluga Harbor, so I didn't agree to let you transfer him from the cabin. I didn't expect..."

"Don't do this, the matter is over." Anson could only comfortably say:

"It's not your fault either. No one would have thought that someone from the Old God faction would be able to infiltrate the battleship, and..."

"No!, this is my fault!" William Cecil steals:

"do you know who he is?"

"Ed Levent?" Anson raised his eyebrows. He didn't even remember the name Levent, let alone Ed.

"Ed Levent, one of the heirs of the 'Wind Rider' Levent family, is well-known in the south of the Empire, and he is also the Chancellor of the Colonies of the Empire, a close friend of Bernard Morwes !"

Seeing that Anson didn't understand, William had to explain: "It doesn't matter if we just captured him, it doesn't matter if he dies in a storm, or is shot by a pirate for ransom, but he must not be killed in the new world. Kill an old **** sect!"

"why?"

"Because the relationship between the Levant family and the Church of Order is too deep!" William said anxiously:

"During the war of sectarian division, the two families, Levent and Morwes, publicly opposed the emperor, and sided with the Church of Order against the 'Protection of the Kingdom' supported by the empire... After the forty-seventh year of the saint's calendar, Levent The family also strongly supports the church to expand its influence in the southern part of the empire, and even actively sends talents within the family, especially those with bloodline power to join the Knights of Judgment."

"So to this day, one-third of the members of the Knights of Judgment are talented with the power of the bloodline of the 'Wind Knight'; it is said that the leaders of the Levant family of all generations have the title of 'Honorary Knight Commander'."

It was so! Anson suddenly realized.

No wonder the steam rifle exclusive to the Wind Knights that I can get from the Wuxin Knights is actually the standard weapon of the Judgment Knights. It seems that it is not only because of the number of Wind Knights.

"All in all, if the heir of the Levant family were to die in the new world inexplicably, and the news of the old gods reaching the mainland, the Levant family would not be unwilling to take revenge, and the Church of Order would pick up the opportunity and make a big fuss. , try again to expand into the new world."

This is what William Cecil is worried about - if the forces of the Church of Order enter the new world, the "coal mining investment bank" they are thinking of will be no joke.

As the most powerful financial institution in the world, the Church of Order has penetrated the old world economic system so pervasively that most banks are either equivalent to private finance companies (such as Clovis's Royal Bank), or they can only do some church watching. The business that is not available is similar in nature to an underground bank.

To be honest, Anson's original idea was to introduce the forces of the Church of Order into the Beluga Port, after all, the other party's financial resources were there; he didn't dismiss this idea until the Faithful Alliance was successfully established - if the Church of Order took root in the Beluga Port, it is very likely that It will compete with itself for the right to speak to the bottom believers, and it is also a potential threat to the rule of the Rune family in the new world.

"So we have captured Sir Ed Levant, and he has died at the hands of the old gods. We must not leak the news!" William said worriedly:

"I have ordered the crew of the Crown and the Believer to keep their mouths shut, and try to avoid mentioning the Green Dragon naval battle to the outside world. I really can't get around and can't reveal any information about the 'Emperor's Special Envoy' - the unified caliber is that he disappeared on the day of the naval battle, who is it? His whereabouts have not been found."

"But if there are people who want to investigate, especially the Green Dragon is still moored at Beluga Harbor, I'm afraid it can't be bypassed; so the situation of the old gods must be strictly investigated, even if it really has to be investigated by the Church of Order and Lewent. The family is held accountable, and they must be given an explanation no matter what!"

"Of course."

Anson nodded slightly, he never let his guard down on the old gods of the indigenous people lurking in Beluga Harbor: "I have entrusted a special person to take charge, you don't have to worry too much about this matter - there are more important things right now, Might have to trouble you."

"Please speak." William Cecil's expression immediately became serious.

"Now that the representatives of the rebel colonies have signed the Declaration of Resistance, announcing the establishment of the Free Confederacy and the United Front of the Resistance, it means that we are imminently going to war with the Empire - by mid-May at the latest, the Storm Division must be launched and march westward. ."

"What do you need me to do?"

"I want to entrust you with a trip to the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea."

Putting down his pipe, An Sen said solemnly: "To be more precise, I hope you go to the colony of the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea and persuade them to join the United Front of the Resistance Army and join us."

"You want me to convince them?!"

The young captain was startled, his expression stunned: "This, this should be something that can be decided by the local Privy Council and the Osteria Palace!"

"Yes, but we have no time to repeatedly seek the opinion of the Osteria Palace." Anson admitted very frankly:

"The Colonial Minister of the Empire also took the risk of letting a special envoy visit the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea without the emperor's permission, just because their geographical location and the salt trade behind them are extremely important to us; inappropriately speaking, even the arrival of The extent to which lives are at stake."

"If the three North Sea countries want to protect themselves and stay out of the way, they will end their salt trade with us under the threat of the empire, and even send troops to threaten Beluga Port."

"Even if they can thwart their invasion and lose an important source of salt, the economy of Beluga Port will be greatly affected, and the combat effectiveness of the army will be severely reduced - such consequences, we cannot afford."

"But, but if you want me to convince them, I..." William Cecil was at a loss:

"Of course I don't want that to happen, but I really don't have much experience in persuading others!"

"It doesn't matter."

Anson nodded, showing an extremely sincere smile: "You just need to go to the colony as a 'Secret Messenger of Clovis', attract the attention of the other party, and let them know that we are serious."

"As for dedicated persuasion work, we have other more suitable candidates."

 …

"Ah!"

In the not spacious "Beluga Port Good People" newspaper, the editor-in-chief Draco Wilts, who was sleeping on the table, was awakened by his own sneeze.

Also woken up by his side was David Jacques, the painter who recently worked as a newspaper illustrator in addition to the Weizler family's private teacher, who was responsible for making a memorial for the upcoming "First Supreme Conference of the Free Confederacy". Oil paintings often run on both sides of the Beluga Harbor Parliament and the newspaper.

Seeing the novelist wake up suddenly and keep fighting coldly, David rubbed his eyes that hadn't woken up and said, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing!" Draco shivered again, looking around in frightened eyes:

"It's a familiar feeling, like it's coming back."

"Familiar feeling?"

"Almost, every time trouble comes to the door." Draco raised his eyebrows nervously: he curled himself up in the chair in fear. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"Uh... This is not the same as what I heard." David scratched his head:

"My brother said that every time you take the initiative to provoke things and make eggs, and finally make things completely out of control and cause trouble for everyone."

"My dear David, this is a huge misunderstanding." Draco shook his head:

"No, every time I do it's very simple... just find the right person, sort out the whole thing for him from start to finish, and tell him the best way to solve it, that's all."

"But every time I do that, things get out of hand, or some kind of weird chain reaction that I didn't expect."

"Oh, why is that?"

"I don't know." Draco shrugged:

"Like a butterfly flapping its wings, it doesn't know it's going to cause a storm...that's probably life." </div>