I Will Be The Crowned King

The loud explosion caused the ground to tremble slightly, and the air waves carried gravel and rubble into the surrounding streets and alleys, and large swaths of smoke and dust began to spread around.

And if you look up at the sky, you can still see the "shards" of the Crown Tavern falling like raindrops.

"This is really... so **** unlucky!"

The dejected cursing was submerged in the aftermath of the explosion, and Karin Jacques, who was shivering under the corner of the wall, was about to collapse—regardless of his physical and mental aspects.

"...My dear friend Karin Jacques, you don't have to worry about anything; it is impossible to bother you. After all, I have just mediated the colonial jihad. The goal is too big to come forward. You are already the most worthy Among the trusted members of the Truth Society, the most suitable for this job..."

"...Yes, there is no danger this time. It's just running errands. I'll arrange everything for you. It's absolutely safe. Even if you don't trust me, you should still trust Senior Luther Franz, right?"

Saint Isaac, what the **** did I go crazy to believe in that family, and ran this way without looking back, just half a step away from blowing myself up to the sky? !

The trainee priest curled up in the corner desperately, wishing he could slap himself twice in regret.

After the aftermath dissipated, he gritted his teeth, stood up in fear, and carefully looked around, like a wild mountain rabbit afraid of being targeted by a hunter.

clatter—

At the point of the explosion, or more accurately, there was a sudden movement in the ruins of the Crown Tavern; the nervous Carlin Jacques almost jumped up on the spot in fright, and immediately ran to the side to hide.

However, he was still half a beat behind... As the dust and broken bricks and tiles fell, a conical "tent" surrounded by black metal spears appeared in the center of the explosion site, and the gun body was crooked and smashed by the explosion belt. The roots collapsed one by one, revealing the three figures hiding inside.

The trainee priest who just wanted to hide subconsciously raised his head, and his eyes happened to collide with the other party.

"It's you?"

Yin Clemens and Carlin Jacques said in unison, and then their eyes widened in unison: "So he was talking about you?!"

"Are you doing some impromptu show?"

Karno, who was expressionless, said coldly, and slapped the dust on his body casually: "Can you hurry up, there are two innocent people here who don't know anything about the situation, but were almost blown to the sky."

Hearing the words, Derek turned his head subconsciously, revealing a handsome black face—he was sitting closest to the explosion point just now, and he was the only one among the three who was directly affected.

The former Grand Master of the Faithless Knights and the trainee priest looked at each other.

"Ahem...Well, the situation is probably like this." Carlin Jacques had an awkward but polite smile on his face: "I have a friend..."

"Draco Wilters." Karno added coldly: "We know this."

"Yes, that bastard!"

The smiling trainee priest gritted his teeth: "He told me that if the situation is critical, then come to the Crown Tavern, and there will be reinforcements specially arranged by him-to be honest, if I had known that you had fled from the colony to Clovis City, I would have thought about it a long time ago. I have found a way to contact you, how can I use him?!"

"Yeah, it would be great if that's the case." Yin En also accompanied him with a wry smile: "So you need our help?"

"That's right, and it's quite necessary!"

Carlin Jacques was out of breath: "I want to take the latest newspaper out of the city as soon as possible, but someone is causing chaos in the city, chasing and killing newsboys selling newspapers, stirring up conflicts between the community militia and the Privy Council..."

"Ah, so you need us to protect you from Clovis City?" Yin En asked without waiting for him to finish speaking: "No problem, but you may have to explain in advance who is..."

"No, no, this is really unnecessary. There are people from our Truth Society outside the city to take care of it. You don't need to take the risk of leaving Clovis City."

"Then... that is, we need to assassinate the real culprit behind the riot?"

"Uh..." Carlin Jacques rolled his eyes: "It seems that there is no need, because the judges in Clovis City have already done it, and I don't think you will want to deal with them for the time being."

"That…"

"Two."

Sir Carno interrupted again: "Before you refuse to be polite, I have a small question that I might ask."

The two turned their heads and looked over at the same time, only Derek, who was handsome and dark, was still stunned.

"According to what you said, no one except Draco Wilters knew that we were in this tavern, and no one knew that Priest Carlin Jacques would come here to ask for help, but someone buried explosives in the tavern specifically, And exploded just in time for his arrival..."

"Could it be that I'm the only one who feels that this kind of 'coincidence' is really too weird?"

The four people looked at each other, and the surrounding suddenly became extremely quiet.

The trainee priest twitched his throat vigorously, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to speak; Yin Clemens, who was looking at him with a half-smile, obviously already had his own guess.

Only Wild Hunt Knight Derek was still there, still not recovering from the impact of the explosion.

"Unfortunately, this 'coincidence' is still not perfect."

Accompanied by cold words, a young man dressed like a judge and with a red single ponytail quietly appeared in front of the three of them:

"If the power of the bloodline is not in the way of the hidden type of talent, the original plan should have been perfect. So... respected Your Excellency Carlin Jacques, I am very sorry, you may have to struggle for a while before going to hell."

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Facing the obviously malicious eyes of the other party, Karno took the initiative to block in front of the trainee priest, stretched out his right hand towards the side expressionlessly, and a pitch-black spear protruded from the ground out of thin air.

The red-haired young man didn't act in a hurry, the corners of his mouth opened into a smile that extended to the roots of his ears-literally.

Soon, more than 20 figures appeared vaguely around...with hot and cold weapons, surrounding the four of them in the center.

"Although I don't know what the current Faithless Knights will do to you and the Truth Society, but..." the smiling Yin En unhurriedly pulled out his saber, and patted Derry beside him who was still in a daze. gram:

"Treating these kind-hearted gentlemen well should be one of them, right?"

……………

Inner City, 55 Bryman Street.

"Cole Dorian and the others... If nothing else happens, they should already be fighting the Holy See and the Empire's assassins."

Sierra Virgil, who was leaning against the wall with her hands folded on her chest, looked at a certain His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief on the sofa: "The content of the operation is kept secret throughout, and every judge knows his mission before departure, except for me. No one other than Cole knows about our plans, but…"

"According to what you said, all the contents of our actions have been fully exposed, and they are clearly known by the other party, right?"

An Sen nodded slightly, with an unprecedentedly serious expression.

"Machia's domain covers the entire city of Clovis. In theory, those assassins only need to make a wish to her, and they can immediately know all our next whereabouts and plans, and can prepare in advance according to the content of the plan, and arrange targeted actions. Ambush and assassination—because it is a 'wish', even if the person involved is completely ignorant, they will make actions that meet the 'wish'."

"That's... a prophecy." The female judge held her chin:

"Even if you change your mind all the time, or even don't think about it at all, still can't prevent the final result from happening?"

"As long as it is still within her law domain, the result will not change." Anson agreed: "This is the power of the law, unless you can crack or distort her law, otherwise you will never be able to recover from this influence." Get out."

This is why I was temporarily ambushed by the Queen Mother, but I was still accurately ambushed by the other party. Both Alexei and Norton just passed by unintentionally, but fell into the other party's trap without realizing it—the law is unreasonable , is an absolute iron law, just like all kinds of things under the laws of nature. Even so, if it does not conform to your cognition, then there is a deviation in cognition.

But as long as there are rules, there will always be loopholes, and there must be loopholes. The loopholes themselves are never in the rules, but in the people who use the rules.

As long as you make a wish, you can fulfill any wish, and you can get any answer you want-the key is here, the premise of the answer is to be able to ask questions, but what if you don't even know what to ask?

Judging from the previous negotiations with Machia, the number of times that wishes can be granted is limited, so obviously the assassins of the Empire and the Holy See will definitely put forward some very specific wishes, such as "the next action of the Truth Seeking Order", "the Storm Legion's Specific trends", "Where will a certain member of the Truth Society go next"...

As long as the other party is not a fool, they will definitely not want to know the answer to the extremely general question of "the purpose of the Truth Society" or "what does Ansen Bach want to do", because it is of no use to them at all, or it is not necessary. Asked already know.

The enemy knows your ultimate goal, and knows all the current and next specific actions, so where is the only flaw?

Milestones.

A perfect plan is like a thrilling love affair, it definitely doesn't happen overnight; it has many stages - the other person will know what you want and what you're doing, but they'll never know why you're doing it because it's It is a question that cannot be asked or understood.

As long as the other party cannot understand their stage goals, they can only use exhaustive methods to continuously obstruct all actions on their side to achieve the purpose of destroying their own plans; and this will waste a lot of manpower and material resources because they cannot find the key points.

"...In short, the assassins of the Holy See and the Empire now only know that our side is eager to end the riots as soon as possible, and spread the printed newspapers throughout Clovis City, because it can be seen; but they still don't understand why we are doing this. Even if you do it, you can’t understand what the meaning of doing it is, and what results it can cause.”

Ansen looked at the female judge, and his tone was a little satisfied: "So they can only continue to create chaos, intercept and kill the newsboys and reporters who deliver the newspapers, and surround and suppress the members of the Truth Society who organized this matter behind the scenes...instead, they exposed their flaws."

"But it's not enough." The female judge said solemnly, "It's not enough to kill Machia."

"Of course not enough... Mere flaws and loopholes can only prevent us from losing the game he has carefully prepared." Anson agreed: "If we want to win, we have to completely crack the rules."

"Even if you are an apostle, there are limits and blind spots in your thinking. It's just that the absolute crushing of power makes the blind spots hard to detect; but fortunately, the one we met still obeys the rules of the game—as long as you don't actively provoke him." , she will never directly kill us all."

"But to catch the flaws of an 'apostle', it is absolutely impossible to do it with human ability-this is not something that can be done by challenging the limit, if you can't do it, you can't do it, what is needed to know the answer The amount of calculation is a level that flesh and blood can never touch."

"But, that's definitely not something that can't be done..."

While talking to himself, Anson glanced out of the window from the corner of his eye.

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"Fine...that's it...that's right...keep...go on...don't stop...go on..."

Sick voices came from the office of the factory, the incomparably satisfied tone, and the strange movement of violent collisions from time to time made the commander of the Storm Legion cavalry battalion guarding outside fantasies—especially when he knew that there was a man in the office. After receiving a young and beautiful female prisoner, and a "technical advisor" who was highly valued by Commander-in-Chief Ansen Bach, it was even more difficult for him not to be wrong.

But Yin Lisabeth Laimon, who was sitting on the only chair in the office at this time, had no such thoughts at all. She was silent and looked at the scrawny William Gottfried who was about to pass out at any time. Jumping up and down as if flashing back, using a pencil to draw crooked symbols in every corner of the room, and in every vacant space~www.novelmt.com~ It is not surprising that even within the Holy See, ancient runes are a very special research project. Not only are they unpopular, there are only a handful of scholars who can obtain research permits, and unauthorized access will be punished. The crime of being wanted by the church is even more serious than involving the Old Gods.

If it wasn't for special reasons to obtain partial permission, Yin Lisabeth would not even know that these things are "ancient runes", and now she can only roughly understand the general meaning of William's "ghost-drawing runes". I don't understand at all.

But even so, the information she saw still made her feel cold, and every syllable she spoke subconsciously trembled uncontrollably:

"You... you're trying to imitate the...laws of an apostle-level conjurer?"

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