I Will Be The Crowned King

Looking at the tea soup Nora enthusiastically handed over, Anson, who was smiling, completely froze in place.

Obviously, this time there won't be a second "Fair Cressy" to be the hapless guinea pig.

He took the teacup from Nora's hand with a natural expression, and he didn't even forget to nod his head to thank him; the blue-white glazed porcelain cup was outlined with a bizarre and vivid pattern with black gold and rose purple, and the ears and bottom of the cup also had gilded decorations.

Staring at the hot red and black tea soup that seemed to be bubbling while steaming, Anson only hesitated for a moment, then took a decisive sip; the mellow liquid poured into his mouth and throat like a living thing own body.

At this moment, he could almost clearly notice Nora standing beside him, Baker who was reading books at the table, Mrs. Camille busy in the kitchen... They were all watching from different angles and in different ways. Every move.

"Very interesting drink - the aroma and taste are similar to red wine, but the mellow taste is similar to coffee, and after drinking it, there is a feeling of rejuvenation from the inside out."

Gently putting down the teacup, Anson praised from the bottom of his heart.

While drinking the tea soup, he had activated the [Mist of the Undead] in advance to "atomize" the heart engraved with the incantation magic. At the same time, he was ready to activate the [Smoke Man] at any time to prevent the imprint from getting out of control.

Even the highly mutated body of the Blood Mage can't stop the influence of the tea soup. An Sen doesn't think that the small body of the Conjurer can be lucky.

Baker, who finally raised his eyes, glanced at the half of the tea soup left in the cup, and showed a flat smile: "I have said long ago that this tea soup is very good for the body, you should try it sooner."

"Yeah, Draco (Fair) also brought it up and said I'd definitely regret it if I missed it."

"Nora told me that Lord Draco is not feeling well, is he okay?"

"It should be just normal travel fatigue and acclimatization, no big problem - with the tea soup I tasted before, it should be back to normal soon."

"Ah That's good."

The two chatted for a while, and Baker turned to look at the kitchen: "Is breakfast ready?"

Ten minutes later, the enthusiastic Mrs. Camille walked into the restaurant with a tray filled with aroma.

Nutty oatmeal, bolognese ham, fried eggs and buttered bread—this time it was a lot more normal than yesterday's unimaginably sumptuous dinner, but it was still as extravagant as a normal lunch or dinner for the owners of Sail City. , is by no means something that small country lords living in the deep forest can enjoy.

After breakfast, Anson took out the fake document prepared by the secretary entrusted to him in advance; Baker, who was expressionless, glanced at it casually, and wrote on it without raising any objection.

"Then from now on, Sail City and Baker Ling are friends." Slowly putting down the signed documents, Baker looked at An Sen lightly:

"Your Excellency Ludwig (Anson), there is an unkind request that you must agree to."

"Oh?" Anson showed a very appropriate blankness.

"You have also seen what happened last night. Some powerful invaders are harassing our territory; although I successfully stopped it, I still can't relax my vigilance." Baker explained:

"In order to avoid your comrades who are misunderstood as intruders, please stay here for a while and wait until they are eliminated before leaving."

That is to say, we are to be placed under house arrest here, first to eliminate those intruders who have not been discovered, and then to clean up those of us who have been discovered, or wait until the effect of the tea soup occurs... An Sen listened carefully, nodded with a smile: "Of course you can."

"I just don't know how long it will take? There is no other meaning, because the commander-in-chief Anson Bach is still waiting for our reply."

"This is understandable." Baker nodded lightly and said without hesitation:

"How about a day? I will personally **** you all away at this time tomorrow."

In other words, he has already confirmed the exact location and identity of the intruder... Phil Cressy drank the tea soup near evening, and the effect of the engraving was out of control at three in the morning, that is, nearly twelve hours... Now it is 5:30, which means I can "live" until dinner... Anson politely smiled:

"Thank you so much."

After chatting a few more times, Baker got up to look for the intruder, Nora had to deal with trivial matters in the village, and Mrs. Camille went back to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the few who had not woken up.

An Sen, who was originally restricted everywhere, suddenly had the "privilege" of freedom of movement without surveillance.

He took the lead in returning to the guest room on the second floor, and repeatedly confirmed that Phil Crecy had not recovered yet and was not out of control, and instructed Lisa to lock the doors and windows, never allow anyone to enter before leaving, and follow the corridor to other rooms.

Compared to the spacious ground floor, the second floor is quite narrow, but there are many rooms: in addition to the guest room and Nora's room, there is a master bedroom, a large balcony, a study and a game room, but no separate bathroom.

And except for the study and game room, the doors to the other two bedrooms were locked—no surprise at all.

Anson remembered that the ground floor was the hall, dining room, kitchen, smoking room, small prayer room and gallery; that is to say, there was only one room for the youngest daughter Lulu on the entire third floor of the mansion?

According to Lisa's plan, the area of ​​that bedroom is one and a half times as large as the living room, and it is full of piles... Such a spacious space, only reserved for bedrooms?

Staring at the stairs leading to the third floor, Anson thoughtfully paused for a moment. After hesitating, he restrained his inner impulse and chose to go to the bottom floor.

Just after going down the stairs, she "coincidentally" bumped into Mrs. Camille who was about to go upstairs; she raised her head, raised the corner of her skirt with a slightly flustered expression, and gave Anson a salute:

"Lord Ludwig (Anson), what are you looking for?"

"Just wandering around." Concealing the thoughtfulness in his expression, An Sen rubbed his chest and saluted:

"Also where is the prayer room - I'm going to pray to God for the bedridden Lord Draco (Fair) and wish him well before we leave."

"Then please come with me." Mrs. Camille smiled slightly:

"I have to admit that your loyalty to the true God really surprised me too."

"Thank you, I am a true believer with unwavering faith." As he spoke, An Sen with a solemn expression skillfully drew a "Ring of Primordial" in front of him.

Under the guidance of Mrs. Camille, Anson came to the prayer room; the layout of the entire room was very similar to that of the Ring of Order Church, surrounded by various frescoes with strange shapes, and facing the door was a prayer table surrounded by a row of candles. Small cloth mat for kneeling and praying.

The only difference is probably that the "Ring of Primordial", which is the exact opposite of the "Ring of Order", is placed in the center. The paintings on the surrounding walls are not the preaching of the saints or the seven knights, but are more mysterious and mysterious. Patterns and colors without shapes and names.

Almost as soon as he stepped into the prayer room, An Sen felt a faint tingling pain from the engraving on the heart of his chest, and at the same time, faint ravings began to sound in his mind.

"There are not many people in this land who can still maintain their piety to the true gods... The loyal believers in the past are more and more influenced by foreign heresies."

Mrs. Camille suddenly sighed: "Although the master and Nora are trying to maintain it, the more time passes, the more they will feel powerless."

"Oh?"

Resisting the sudden dizziness, Anson knelt down on one knee in front of the Primordial Ring statue, turned his back to Mrs. Camille, and said calmly: "It is true... but I believe that a brave lady like you will definitely survive. These difficult days."

"No! I-I'm not brave!" Mrs. Camille suddenly panicked:

"I'm a cowardly person. I'm always afraid. I'm afraid that outsiders who believe in heresies will destroy the peace of this land. I'm afraid that Nora and the master will think I'm incompetent!"

"Nora...that child is the bravest, even the most terrifying enemy will not make him feel the slightest fear!"

"And the master, he will always be the calm one, who can analyze problems without being surprised, and maintain the existence of the entire territory."

"As for Lulu, Lulu, Lulu..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

An Sen slowly looked back and saw that this graceful lady was staring at him with a terrified face, her plump body trembling like chaff:

"No, no, no...I-I shouldn't have told you this! I..."

"You didn't say anything!"

Anson hurriedly made a steal and quickly stepped forward to support Mrs. Camille, who almost stumbled to the ground: "You didn't say anything, I didn't hear anything!"

"Ugh?"

Mrs. Camille's face froze in fear, and she looked at Anson in disbelief:

"…real?"

"It's absolutely true!" An Sen's expression was extremely serious:

"I was praying to the three true gods just now. I didn't hear the specific content. I only heard that you love your husband, your son, and your daughter—the rest, I didn't hear anything at all!"

An Sen slowly let go of his hand, watching her gradually recovering complexion and carefully standing still, the conversation changed again:

"Mrs Camille, why don't we pray together."

"pray?"

"Yes, pray—for this village, for your husband and children, and for all true believers, let's pray."

"…Okay, okay."

It seems that due to extreme fear, Mrs. Camille suddenly became very assertive at this time, and only agreed with Anson after a little hesitation.

Gently supporting the lady, An Sen knelt down in front of the statue again, clasping his hands together, his heart was already turbulent.

Invisible villages, weird tea soups, luxurious mansions...

Calm husband, brave son, cowardly housewife...

Phil Cresci... so that's what you were trying to say to me.

…………

"I see…"

Deep in the jungle, leaning on a cane, a normal Baker muttered to himself.

At this moment, the grass under his feet, the surrounding rocks, tree trunks and branches... everything he could see was covered with dark red viscous liquid, and it was also mixed with flesh and blood that seemed to have life.

If you look closely, you will find that those are actually eyeballs, each with a "tail", swimming around in the blood plasma like a tadpole.

"I originally thought you just appeared last night, but in fact, you have already been ambushed near the village, waiting for us to take the initiative to expose or be singled out."

"It's not that you lack confidence, because your goal from the beginning...was not this settlement."

Baker muttered to himself as if it were just small talk on a walk.

His mouth opened and closed, and dark red viscous plasma overflowed from his mouth, mixed with pieces of flesh and blood of different sizes.

"So... that's why the Lord of the Abyss never responded to the rest of the 'Guardians'... It's not that he didn't, but he couldn't... You have planted a terrible poison on him, and it will take a long time to resolve."

"Because He discovered your true ambition... What you are asking for is not cooperation, but the land of rest... where the tombs of the three true gods are located."

"puff!"

The eyeballs that were swimming in the blood plasma suddenly split open from the pupil, revealing a **** mouth full of fangs, biting on Baker's feet fiercely.

His torso has been torn apart from the center, and only half of the unrecognizable minced meat is left in his left hand. His internal organs are "hanging" on the coat like a pendant, and the exposed bones are full of corrosion and worms. There was no flesh on the legs except for the bones, only the feet and ankles in the boots were intact.

Even so, there was still no trace of panic on Baker's face, and he was still calmly narrating the facts that had just happened with a machine-like expression:

"I made a very serious mistake, thinking that I could maintain peace with you in the form of emptiness and guilt. Obviously, you are not interested in this. You can't wait to destroy us and destroy the last traces of the three true gods in this world. , parasitize your blood on this ancient land."

"You think you have chosen the right path, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com has found the right direction of evolution... I don't want to judge this, but I don't think you have any chance of success at all."

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft..."

More and more "tadpoles" were provoked from the blood plasma and rushed towards Baker's remaining flesh and bones, milky white eyes gradually encroaching on the whole body from the feet, leg bones, torso, arms...

Baker remained expressionless and calm, and said in an orderly manner: "I can't stop you, they... can't stop you, your arrogance and cruelty are no different from the seven madmen who once allied with the elf traitors. ."

"So I bless you, and bless you to maintain your last piety when you are feasting on the bodies of the three true gods, and..."

"...the last sanity."

The indifferent voice echoed in the deep forest, and he was no longer there.

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