I Will Be The Crowned King

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The residence of the Governor of Yangfan City, the study.

"You two, I need a reasonable explanation."

The disheveled young knight stared intently at Fabian and Carl in front of him, gritted his teeth and said sharply: "Ansen Bach... Your commander-in-chief, where is he now?!"

Facing the questioning of the Governor of Yangfan City, the two of them were pulled from the bed early in the morning. Look at me and I look at you.

Louis' face was extremely ugly.

According to what he had just learned, it wasn't even Anson that disappeared, even Freya was gone - there was no letter, and there was no trace that could be traced, as if the world had evaporated!

From what he knew of the two, there was no existence that could coerce or even capture their existence without making any noise; especially when Anson was stationed in Yangfan City, there was only an infantry regiment for the patrolling guards of the Clovis.

The only reasonable explanation is that they left on their own initiative.

So the question is, where did they go and why did they leave?

"I think... this question should not be answered by us." Fabian, a former guards officer and commander of the grenadier regiment, tried to open his red eyes and coughed softly:

"On the contrary, it is up to you to tell us what happened - and immediately."

"I?!"

The young knight opened his eyes wide, shocked by the other side's rake.

"Yangfan City is under your rule. We are only guests. Of course, if something goes wrong, the local master should explain the situation to us first." Fabian said confidently:

"All the city defenses are under the control of the Yangfan City defenders. My Storm Division is just stationed in the city with the equivalent of an infantry regiment. If you are guarding and stealing, we are completely powerless to stop it."

"Yes, even if there is really a problem, it should be your responsibility!" Carl immediately responded:

"And according to the information we just got, it's not just them who are missing - Lisa Bach, Talia Rune, the sister of our commander-in-chief and... fiancee, are also missing, which is equally expensive. Fang will give an answer as soon as possible!"

The two who were slamming their eyes looked at each other from the corner of their eyes, and they cooperated perfectly.

Even if you think about it with your toenails, it's not hard to guess that 10,000% of this matter has something to do with the "perfect plan" adult; but unless the evidence is solid, the two of them who are subordinates will be swollen and fat. Biting the bullet and giving Anson the bottom line and taking the blame if necessary.

"Two..."

With a long sigh, Louis raised his eyes calmly, slightly restrained his anger and looked at the only person who could give him the answer: "I apologize to you for my irrationality and gaffe just now, this is not a knight's response. Some style."

"But I need your help very much now - it's not just that Freya's whereabouts are unknown, you should know that if those wealthy businessmen who invested in the New World Company in Sail City, and your soldiers discover that the commander-in-chief is suddenly missing, before noon today, If we can't even give an answer, what will be the consequences?"

This is a very serious question, and the two immediately sat up with solemn expressions.

"I think the soldiers of the Storm Division can continue to clear the suburbs." Fabian raised his eyebrows: "The key is not to kill or capture how many beast slaves and robbers, but to give them something to do, they will not Someone was thinking about it."

"As for our commander-in-chief, if everyone else is related to his disappearance, the best way is to wait for a while, or search his room and ask those who have seen him recently - especially Li Miss Sarah."

Carl took out his pipe from his pocket, and struck the match under Louis' slightly frowning expression: "With his character, it is absolutely impossible to put himself in danger by himself, 100% leaving some behind. ."

It makes sense... The young knight nodded slightly, taking risks alone doesn't sound like An Sen can do it. He is the type who needs to prepare a few more backers even if he is 100% sure.

"The sailing city... How to deal with the wealthy businessmen who have cooperated with the rest of the colonies and New World companies, and let them spread rumors around, it will also be a heavy blow to the newly established Free Confederation."

Although he has been trying to erase the influence of the Clovis people (or Anson Bach) on the Confederacy, Louis did not deny that the establishment and maintenance of the Confederacy really depended on the efforts of the Storm Division; without this foreign aid and deterrence by force, how could it be? It is not surprising that the easily independent Confederacy fell apart in an instant.

"It's not difficult, just send His Excellency Alan Dawn, the secretary of the commander-in-chief, to deal with it." Fabian said lightly, and Carl next to him nodded in agreement.

"Oh?" Louis raised his eyebrows in surprise:

"Is this because he knows Anson Bach better than you, or has information that no one else knows?"

"Neither, but he always has a bunch of nonsense that doesn't make any sense but is very convincing, which can make other people confused about the situation." Karl, who was suffocating, looked at the young knight seriously:

"It's also one of his main roles around Anson..."

Including but not limited to making false accounts, laundering money, transferring assets, asking for cards, cheating, and since ancient times... the adjutant secretly said in his heart.

Louis Bernard: "..."

………………

In the northern suburbs of Yangfan City, early morning.

The already slightly bright horizon shines on this golden virgin forest, winding up and down between the high and the low, and the mountains are stacked; the sun shines through the canopy and branches in the mist-shrouded forest, leaving behind like broken glass. mottled.

Under the dense canopy, towering ancient trees can be found everywhere, and the faint mist flows in the forest with the breeze, bringing everything to silence.

The girl who had never seen this scene raised her head and greedily took in all the scenery she could see; enjoying the incomparably fresh air, the softness of stepping on the grass, and the spectacles passing by. Outdated surprise.

For her, who is already familiar with the city scenery, the forest path under her feet is like a long alley, the light mist of water looks like the black smoke of coal and charcoal, and the ancient wood of Takamatsu is similar to the masonry concrete building... The entire primeval forest is probably the city of Clovis with a "new skin".

In contrast, Anson on the side had a solemn expression, and from time to time he took out the Inquisitor's pocket watch and checked the compass to confirm the direction - although it was pointless to do so.

Since stepping into this forest, both the Inquisitor's pocket watch and the military compass that he carried with him have all failed completely after barely working for a day; as for the map... Obviously, there is no map in the primeval forest.

If this is just a small problem, then the most troublesome thing is that Anson discovers that his "ability" is completely useless after stepping into the forest!

It's a little inaccurate to say this, because normal use is still ok; but once he tries to change the demonstration range from a sphere to a "signal tower" as in the past, and then moves the center coordinates of the "ability" to the top of the tower, It will be forcibly shut down as if the battery is dead.

"Don't waste any more effort."

Phil Crecy, who was walking in front, suddenly opened his mouth and turned to look at the two with a somewhat playful expression: "This forest... to be more precise, the whole new world is guarding the tombs of the three old gods. under the control of the fanatics."

"As long as you set foot in one of their settlements or 'holy places', any tool or ability that can determine the location, whether it is blood or magic, will be forcibly disabled."

"Oh?"

An Sen put away his pocket watch calmly: "It's like stepping into a spellcaster's...casting range?"

"You can understand that, but the truth of the matter may be more terrifying than this." Fair Clay smiled meaningfully: "According to the records of the Crecy family, most of the settlements of the indigenous people did not cast spells. exist."

"Unlike the old world, there is no binary relationship like 'ruler and ruled' or 'slave master and slave' between the natives and spellcasters here, it's more like two completely different sets system."

"Those ordinary indigenous people have their own settlements, elders and leaders, believe in the Three Old Gods and those spellcasters whose strength is comparable to blasphemous mages or even apostles, but apart from weak magical reactions, they don't have any special abilities."

"And the casters - including some unlucky **** who devoured the eggs of the evil gods, are similar to a very closed sect, only calling the surrounding settlements to resist when the colonists invade their holy places, and most of the time even if Some settlements were slaughtered and territories were occupied, and they didn't care."

Phil Cressey paused, and said with interest: "In the records of the Faithless Knights, there is a very interesting analogy: those spellcasters are like tomb keepers, and The rest of the natives are like the inhabitants around the grave."

"The inhabitants depend on the 'graves' of the three old gods for their traditions and beliefs, and for the conveniences they derive from them to survive; but for the tomb-keepers they look up to, holy places and tombs are the only things that matter, unless Some outsiders have invaded the cemetery, otherwise even if the surrounding residents died, they would not care."

Anson's face was expressionless, and his heart sank.

If this is the case, what does the death of Ed Levent and the involvement of the Aboriginal Old Gods in the Beluga coup mean?

It means that the most passive and most powerful force in the new world has begun to change their past view of non-intervention and non-intervention because of the intervention of the colonists.

According to what Talia once said, the reason why the Rune family thought of forming an alliance with the Old God Sect in the New World was not only because of their strong strength and geographical barriers that they could resist the erosion of the Church of Order, but also because they were extremely passive. A desireless attitude.

When they first encountered the obstruction of the Lord of the Abyss, both Anson and Talia mistakenly thought it was because the other party was indifferent and repulsive, and they were too lazy to interfere in the disputes of the old world.

The real situation is likely to be just the opposite... No matter whether the Church of Order or the Old God Sect, as long as the forces of the New World are in their eyes, they are mortal enemies that should be slashed by a thousand swords.

"Therefore, I have a bold guess." Phil raised the corners of his mouth:

"The reason why as long as you approach an indigenous settlement or an Old God sect holy place, the reason why you will get lost in any case is not because of a certain spellcaster, but ... the three old gods."

Anson's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Even today, their power has not been completely dissipated, and in some unimaginable way has enveloped the entire new world - even the entire turbulent sea."

The young Cressey owner slowed down and snorted in a tone that seemed to be deliberately showing off: "Spiritual belief, real blessing... This can also explain why the indigenous people are so firm in their belief in the Three Old Gods. , and respectful to those spellcasters who ignore their life and death, even if they know they are being used, they will be reckless and even proud."

In other words, this is their life, the blessing of God is real, and the blessed also need to express their piety through sacrifice... completely different from the old world.

No, it should be completely different after the Seven Great Knights ousted the Three Old Gods... If the legends of the Empire and the Church of Order are not deceiving.

"Since as long as it is an indigenous settlement, there will be the protection of the three old gods, so that outsiders who try to approach are doomed to get lost, how did you find it?" An Sen glanced at him:

"According to you, that colony is already controlled by the Aboriginal Old Gods... isn't it?"

"Exactly, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary colonists or talented people to find them."

Phil Crecy smiled even more proudly: "But this feature has no effect on the caster... Although it is destined to get lost, it will naturally reach the exact location of the settlement - or have a part of the blood of the natives."

"In order to make sure nothing goes wrong, I have already let the members of the Faithless Knights who are still stationed near Sail City leave ahead of time and wait in ambush in that settlement; they will pretend not to know us and wait until they need to act... eh?"

Just as he was chatting, Anson and Lisa, who followed closely behind, suddenly stopped.

The figure of Phil, who was shaken, stood on the spot, and turned his head in a daze to look at the two who suddenly pulled away from him for a long distance: "Why did you stop?"

"that……"

An Sen, whose complexion changed slightly, swallowed his throat, dodged his eyes for a while, and said in an uncertain tone: "Are there four members of the Faithless Knights you sent?"

"Uh... it seems?"

"Two tall and thin figures~www.readwn.com~ One fat man and one shorter?"

"I don't remember very well."

"So...is it three brown hairs, and one black curly hair?"

"Yes, I remember this very well; wait, how did you know this..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Phil Crecy, who suddenly realized something, took a deep breath, followed Anson's and Lisa's eyes and slowly looked back, looking at the top of his head little by little:

Four naked, disembodied mummified corpses were pierced through the back of their necks by the branches of ancient trees, hanging high on both sides of the path, staring at the three with dark pupils protruding from their sockets.

The intestines that fell out of the abdominal cavity were connected in series, hanging a huge piece of dry bark, with dark red blood plasma leaving a hideous text on it:

"The fate of the intruder!"