I Will Be The Crowned King

"I will be crowned king (!

Sail City, midnight.

The icy and biting rain, the hazy visible water mist, the gloomy dome, the sparse and dim lights and the blurred city outline hidden in this darkness... together constitute the most common "night scene" in this city.

Well, if anyone really appreciates this view.

Since May, Yangfan City, which used to be gloomy in the past, has entered the rainy season of the year. There are few sunny days throughout the month with double digits. The drizzle sometimes only lasts for a while, and sometimes even For days in a row...with good luck, there may even be "sun rain" weather.

It is with these nutrient-rich rains that Sail City, a port city, can become the most important granary in the empire's colonies; although the light time is short, it is sufficient for most crops - not to mention other colonies. How sunny.

Of course, rain brings both good harvests and disasters.

Disease, insect infestation, pollution... In addition to the cold and humid air, the medical standards and materials in the new world are lacking, and there are not a few colonists who die every year from various diseases caused by the severe cold and humidity, and the unclean drinking water and food. .

Even the lucky ones who survived disease and flooding often became victims of the plague that followed.

The white fog, the wet streets, the high-rise buildings that cannot be locked, the low long houses that moan, the rats in the streets and alleys, and the swollen dead road corpses that have been bitten into shape and swollen by the rats. ...

This is Sail City.

The most prosperous and prosperous city in the New World.

It's just that in addition to the hustle and bustle of the past, there have been some other liveliness recently.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The heavy and urgent knock on the door penetrated the rain screen and echoed in the empty streets; three figures of different sizes quietly appeared in front of the door of the chapel.

One is facing the door, the other is facing the street outside, and the other is standing at an oblique angle on the side, close to the door axis.

For a long time, facing the still closed church door, the three of them looked at each other, and the leader banged again hurriedly;

After a while, the door finally opened.

A petite girl in a black and white nun's attire appeared behind the door. Under her clear and agile eyes was a delicate face that was so white that it was almost translucent; her long hair like a waterfall was draped over her shoulders, and with the help of the light, she could faintly see the deep beauty. pure blue.

"If you are here to pray, I am afraid you have come at the wrong time."

The girl said with an expressionless face, her sweet voice mixed with a hint of impatience: "Because of some special circumstances, this church is not going to open to the public for the time being, so... please go back."

The voice fell, and without waiting for the three people outside the door to speak, she made a gesture to close the door.

"Crack!"

Just as the door was about to close, the leader suddenly grabbed the girl's right wrist that was pulling the door latch—with such force that even if the sound of rain blocked the other two, the clear sound could be heard.

"We're not here to pray."

The leader slowly raised his head, revealing Zhang Zheng's grinning distorted face and the pipe that had been extinguished by the rain: "There are rumors that this chapel is actually the stronghold of a spellcaster."

"And he's also an elf caster of Iser. He's wanted and hunted down by the Church of Order. The Thirteenth Council... is on the run."

With his pipe in his mouth, he said word by word, his slightly narrowed eyes always observing the change in the girl's expression.

The other two stood sideways on both sides, with their naturally falling hands hidden behind their backs.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The girl didn't lift her head, and with a hint of disgust, she stared at the palm that was clutching her wrist tightly, and the scarlet blood began to spread in her pupils.

"Oh?"

The leader's smirk deepened, and his right hand gripping the girl's wrist became even harder: "No, you know."

The moment the voice fell, the figure standing on the left suddenly widened his eyes, and the dark color instantly filled his entire eyeball, like a deep vortex, firmly locking the girl's figure.

Taking advantage of the situation, the leader knelt down on one knee, and with a sound of "Bang!", abruptly pulled the girl's right hand and the door bolt down!

boom--

The girl stood up abruptly, the blood in her pupils seemed to be restrained by some kind of force, and she was constantly trying to resist, struggle, and helplessly struggle...

The third figure with his back to the door raised his withered palm above his head, and slowly opened his palm to the sky.

Under the dark night, the continuous falling rain suddenly became much slower in the church, and the crystal clear water droplets turned into ice beads, hanging in the air like pearl curtains, and the falling speed also followed the withered palm. The stretch is getting slower.

Click! Click! Click!

As the scarlet faded from her pupils, the girl's expression gradually became dazed and sluggish... The faint frost began to erode the black and white nun clothes from the bottom to the top, and kept climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The leader, who knelt down on one knee, still grinned, clutching the girl's wrist tightly in the palm of his right hand, and stretched out countless hair-like tentacles, piercing the crystal clear skin and savagely growing between her blood vessels and bones, at an almost insane speed. Squeeze the girl's blood.

The power of the Iser elf flows in their blood, and the more "pure" the bloodline is, the higher the probability of awakening the "power of the three old gods", and even instantly possesses power that other spellcasters cannot possess for a hundred years or even a lifetime.

Therefore, whether awakened or not, high-purity "elven blood" has a very high value to low-level spellcasters, and is even a key material for making magic props.

At the same time, a large amount of blood loss in a short period of time will also affect the strength of the awakened Iser elves - they are not real spellcasters after all, and the magic "given" by the Three Old Gods is more similar to the power of human blood.

But ... it's not entirely without exception.

call--

Accompanied by a slight burning sound, the attacker who was desperately suppressing his ecstasy suddenly felt a sting in the corner of his eye.

The rain-soaked pipe at the corner of his mouth was lit.

Looking at the golden-red mouth of the pipe, the attacker who suddenly realized something twitched his throat and looked upwards along the misty plume of white smoke; at the end of the smoke, he saw a pair of eyes.

A pair of blood red, blood red eyes!

The attacker was shocked, and the thousands of tentacles connected to the girl lit up with attractive golden red, and rushed into his body at a speed visible to the naked eye; in the blink of an eye, golden red lines spread all over the body.

Without any warning, the attacker, who couldn't even scream in time, was swallowed up by the flames pouring out of his body and turned into scattered ashes and a faint plume of white smoke.

It was not until the companion was wiped out that the other two attackers noticed the strangeness in a trance. They watched in horror as the girl who had broken free from the **** slowly raised her burning right hand, with an indifferent and calm expression.

"Get out?"

The girl showed a mocking smile: "Everyone... you really are a bunch of humorous guests.

With a light snort, she suddenly clenched the fire in her palm with her eyes suddenly cold; the ice beads floating in the sky suddenly became dazzling in the two pairs of terrified visions, and became brighter and brighter...

"boom!"

The fire flashed, and the dark rainy night returned to calm; the streets outside the chapel were restored to their original appearance, as if no one had ever been there.

Staring coldly at the ashes falling with the drizzle, the expressionless girl's eyes slowly fell. Her right hand, which was torn to pieces by blood magic, was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the forcibly twisted wrist bone had also recovered.

Gently moving her right hand that was intact, she silently closed the church door and walked along the corridor to the dining room alone.

"Fleia?"

Just as she was about to enter the door, a suspicious voice stopped her from behind.

"Dinner will have to wait a while longer."

The elf girl who was holding the door frame turned her head and smiled softly behind her. She looked at the young knight who had just come out of the study: "The stew will be ready soon. If you're hungry, would you like to try Freya's newly invented red wine biscuits?"

"Hey?"

Louis was stunned for a moment, and saw that the girl had jumped up and rushed towards him.

When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting at the dining table, holding a thick stack of old documents, staring blankly at the purple and purple round cakes on the plate, and lying on the side of the table, looking forward with anticipation. own Freya.

"Speaking of what's going on outside the door, are there any guests?"

While tasting the biscuits under the eager gaze of the girl, Louis took the opportunity to ask.

The biscuits are very sweet and have a light wine aroma, but they are not slightly bitter and sour like ordinary wine, and they are not as greasy as rum cakes.

"It's just a few strangers who have gone the wrong way. They want to ask for directions and go into the church to pray." The elf girl who still smiled picked up the clay pot and carefully poured half a glass of water:

"Fleia showed them the way and asked them to leave... just like the previous few times."

a few times before.

The young knight inadvertently raised his eyebrows and looked away from the elf girl.

As a "sea knight" talent, even if he did not use the power of blood, his insight and various sensory strengths were still different from ordinary people, otherwise it would be impossible to easily avoid the oncoming bullets.

Of course Freya understands this, but it is precisely because she understands that she has to pretend she doesn't know... The two who tacitly agreed, each left a small leeway for the other.

"Sail City seems to be more and more unsafe recently."

With a slight sigh, Louis's expression was a little heavy: "I thought that even if the colonial riots would affect this place, it would be at least half a year or more later... Now it seems that I am too naive."

"That's not the case!" Freya flatly denied:

"It's clearly because the chief minister is too incompetent, and the Clovis people hiding in the dark are too insidious - it's not Louis' fault, not at all!"

Isn't it the same? The young knight smiled bitterly in his heart, and looked at the elf girl with a little helplessness: "Just like this, our life may not be as easy as the previous few months."

"It's not like before..." Freya frowned slightly, showing a slightly solemn expression:

"Crowe people, will they push all the way to Sail City?"

"Sail City? Probably not. Even if they can defeat Lord Bernard Morwis's army, the long front and the strong city defense will make them give up this unrealistic idea."

Louis thought for a while, then shook his head: "No, with their current size and strength, the area from Gray Pigeon Castle to Black Reef Harbor is the limit."

"If I were the commander-in-chief of the Clovis people, I would pretend to set up a defense line in the Red Hand Bay area, establish a solid logistics base in the area of ​​Winter Torch City, and then start a tug-of-war with the Empire at Black Reef Harbor - defend it or not. Living in second place, but to show the strength of the so-called 'Free Confederation', it is an attitude to fight to the end."

Speaking of military affairs, the young knight's expression immediately became serious, and his pupils shone with strange brilliance: "Even if Black Reef Harbor falls, months of fighting will exhaust Bernard's strength, leaving the Confederacy and the Clovisers to lose. With nearly half a year of respite, I can make adequate preparations to prepare for the expeditionary force in the empire's mainland in the coming year - if the emperor can really make up his mind."

"But if you hold on to it, it will be a huge blow to the confidence of the Empire and further stimulate the vision of Confederate independence; even if Lord Bernard has the ability to reverse the defeat, it is almost impossible to suppress the rebellion."

Once the unrealistic "dream of nation-building" becomes possible, what kind of terrifying determination and ambition will be aroused... He who has witnessed all this in Hantu, knows it all too well.

Looking at the young knight with a gradually serious expression, the red-faced elf girl took the opportunity to approach and stared blankly at his expression.

The rise and fall of the empire, the ownership of the new world, her own throne... all these add up, and to her, Louis' expression at the moment is not as valuable.

"what is this?"

Freya suddenly noticed that the parchment in Louis's arms was torn at the slightly yellowed corners, but it was still brand new inside.

"This... I'm not very clear either." The young knight who was just chatting, naturally changed the subject and said:

"When tidying up the reading room, I found it in a locked mezzanine of the bookcase - the outside lock showed signs of being picked up, so I removed the entire lock and found it behind the dark compartment; from the time Judging, it may be left by the priests here before..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A quick knock on the door interrupted the conversation between the two.

Freya, who was lying on the side of the table, narrowed her eyes slightly, and a sullen look appeared on her cheeks.

Just as she was about to get up and was about to "persuasion" the visitor to leave as she had done several times before, the young knight's palm suddenly pressed against her shoulder~www.readwn.com~ Wait a minute. ' Louie said softly:

"Let me go this time."

"Ugh?"

The elf girl looked startled: "But..."

"Don't worry, if it's just believers who want to pray, I will, like you, persuade them to go back."

The young knight stood up and handed the document in his hand to the elf girl; he stopped at the moment he was about to go out and looked back with a smile:

"Heat the stew and wait for me."

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