I Will Be The Crowned King

Accompanied by the dull voice, the quiet air was like an ancient well where stones were thrown, and faint ripples suddenly appeared on the empty seat, and a thin, almost translucent man wearing a black long-sleeved windbreaker appeared.

He wore a half-height black top hat, covered his face with a stand-up collar and a gray scarf, revealing only dark gray shattered hair, dark brown eyes, a high nose bridge, and an obviously malnourished demeanor.

Looking at the wine glass that Anson pushed over, the other party didn't hide his surprise at all; he tentatively reached out to hold the glass, and after confirming that Ansen was not hostile, he lifted the glass and tilted it back.

"Your insight is truly amazing."

Looking at An Sen who was sitting leisurely across from him, the man in black played with the wine glass in his hand, and the ice cubes made a crisp sound between the walls of the glass: "In my limited knowledge, the person who can pierce me within an hour... No more than one hand."

"Within a minute, there are only four including you."

"You're so polite." Anson chuckled and took a sip of rum:

"An old friend told me that even if talented people don't know each other's identities, they will attract each other and sense each other."

"It makes sense - the person who can say this kind of wise saying must be a talented person who is proficient in insight." He glanced at the chilled rum in his hand, and put down the glass carefully:

"I must admit that before you exposed my little trick, I spent a lot of time thinking about how to negotiate with you, and what to do to prevent you from shouting immediately and let the soldiers outside call me..."

"Murdered by guns?"

Anson cocked the corners of his mouth.

"Yes..." He glanced at the car door from the corner of his eye: "But now it seems that I am overthinking it. I didn't expect the garrison commander to be such a good communicator."

"Introduce myself, my name is Ian, Ian Clemens - currently the leader of the 'Knights of No Faith', on behalf of everyone, I'm here to negotiate with you... Beluga Harbor garrison commander, Colonel Anson Bach. "

The man in black sitting opposite took off his top hat and bowed slightly: "For reasons we know very well to each other, I can only have the opportunity to meet you alone in this 'offensive' way; if there is anything that makes you feel uncomfortable place, please forgive me."

"You want to negotiate?" Anson leaned back in his chair and looked at Ian playfully.

"To be precise, it's a request for peace."

Ian Clemens sat upright and cautiously met Anson's eyes: "We made a huge mistake and made some very impulsive decisions without knowing it; we have paid for our impulsiveness and mistakes. It paid a heavy price, and now... we want to salvage it."

"Like?" Anson, pretending to be relaxed, raised his glass to signal the other party to continue, and at the same time used the pictures in his mind to observe the other party's subtle expressions and the direction of his gaze.

Now he can barely activate his "power" without disturbing the people around him - of course, the premise is that the other party is not a "black mage" who is extremely good at reading minds.

This is also the most advantageous place for black magic. In a one-on-one situation, even a stronger talent or spellcaster will still have nothing to hide in front of the black mage. In The Great Magic Book, this is specifically mentioned.

He guessed that this might also be one of the reasons why Talia almost lost to the Lord of the Abyss, not being prepared and being thoroughly seen through... Of course, Anson would never mention this to her.

"For example... We can guarantee that as long as you allow the rest of us to leave safely, the Knights of No Letter will never appear in Beluga Harbor or Ice Dragon Fjord again." Ian replied calmly, very careful Pay attention to Anson's every move:

"As long as you return the relics and corpses of your dead companions, we promise that we will not take any revenge against you, nor will we assist others to cause any threat to you; any place you appear in the future, the Knights of No Letter will take the initiative to leave to avoid any conflict with you."

"This is the most reasonable and sincere condition that I think is the most reasonable and sincere condition after discussing it with my colleagues."

Ian took a sip of the rum on the table, and then said word by word, "But I personally think it's impossible for you to agree... right?"

Anson's pupils shrank suddenly.

Inside the slightly swaying carriage, only the sound of the wheels outside and the ice cubes in the two's wine glasses could be heard.

"Snapped."

Putting down the wine glass, An Sen, who was expressionless, suddenly knocked on the door of the carriage.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Soon, the shaking carriage gradually slowed down and stopped.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} Holding the wine glass, Ian leaned back slightly, pretending to be relaxed against the carriage, and suddenly began to look at the ice cubes and rum in the glass.

"Commander?"

Fabian's voice sounded outside the car.

"Sorry, I won't go back to the military camp for the time being." Looking at the "comfortable" Ian opposite, Ansenpi said with a smile:

"Suddenly I remembered that I had an appointment with a friend to visit him as a guest."

"Understood, do you need to let the 2nd Infantry Regiment in the city go to the vicinity first?" Fabian asked from outside the carriage.

"unnecessary."

An Sen said softly, "You guys should go back first... Just have a drink, I can go by myself."

Suddenly there was no sound from outside the carriage, and after being silent for nearly a minute, the grenadier commander slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Follow your orders!"

The voice fell, and there was the sound of soldiers stepping neatly outside.

After a few minutes, the surroundings were completely quiet.

Anson picked up his rum again and raised his eyebrows at Ian: "Where are you going?"

"You must be very partial to rum." Ian did not immediately answer Anson's question, but continued to look at the liquid in the glass with a surprised expression:

"As far as I know, Tirpitz is a special supply of the Clovis Navy. Generally, the Army can only get a small number of other brands, and the quality is not very good."

"Fortunately, I happen to know that there is a pub in the port area - the food and everything else is terrible, but there is a special black rum smuggled from Port Edland."

An Sen nodded slightly and gently kicked the carriage:

"Go to the port area."

The carriage swayed again and drove towards the port area.

"But... the thing that surprised me the most was the commander of the dignified garrison, who turned out to be a conjurer."

Ian sat upright again, and said to An Sen slightly solemnly: "Don't get me wrong, I don't have any idea to ridicule you - after all, we ourselves are traitors to the Ring of Order, and we have no ill feelings towards the followers of the Three Old Gods."

"Actually, it was for this reason that I made up my mind to take a chance to meet you; you should be able to hear from the conditions just now that my companions didn't think it was the right decision."

"It turns out they were dead wrong and you're not that extreme fanatic - I think the handling of the Beluga Harbour Council alone would have proved it, you could have killed them all and rebuilt it, but But made great concessions to them in exchange for at least superficial stability." Ian touted unabashedly:

"So I think as long as it is profitable, it can make you forget many previous festivals."

It depends on how big the "benefits" are, otherwise I can hold grudges very much... An Sen chuckled: "Then what do you want?"

Ian didn't answer immediately, he paused for a few seconds, and then said solemnly:

"We want to stay in Beluga Harbor - not only that, but we also want your protection, and it's an 'official' formal protection that allows us to move freely throughout the colony."

"This is our offer. You can mention the corresponding conditions, as long as there are as many conditions as can be achieved, we will accept them all."

After speaking, he sat there quietly with his glass in hand, waiting for Anson's reply.

This time, it was Anson who was silent, he nodded slightly and pretended to be thinking.

He insists that the most unacceptable thing is that these unbelievable knights will sneak away from the colony; although the fact that he is a spell caster is no longer a secret to Clovis's trial, he also does not believe that a group of traitors from the empire will Going to the church to report on yourself...but as long as there is such a possibility, it is an extremely serious threat.

He didn't need to speak at all, the other party had already eliminated his biggest concern and asked to stay under his nose.

But soon, he thought of a good choice:

"The Great Magic Book."

"what?"

Ian was stunned for a moment, his expression was dazed, as if he didn't understand what Anson was saying.

"I don't know who the author's name is. It records all the magic from ancient times and the truth about the fall of the Three Old Gods. It was once obtained by Saint Isaac, but was lost after he was killed." Anson explained:

"You also said that I'm an old god... I'm very interested in the "Encyclopedia" of the old **** world. Is there anything strange about this?"

"No, but I don't know anything about the existence of this book." Ian frowned slightly:

"If I don't even know its existence, how should I give it to you?"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} "It doesn't matter, there are not many people in the world who know its whereabouts, and I don't expect to get a whole book of "Great Magic Book" from you "."

Anson waved his hand, indicating that the other party should not be nervous: "But your friend named Philby told me that you are from the Empire, so I speculate that you may know its whereabouts, that's all."

The moment he said the name "Philby", panic flashed from the corner of Ian's eyes, but he was still captured by Anson.

"So you just need us to provide clues about the whereabouts of a certain volume of The Great Magic Book, am I right?" Ian asked thoughtfully.

"Exactly."

Anson smiled slightly, pretending not to hear the other party's inadvertent misunderstanding: "Of course, I'm a conjurer, so what I definitely want to get is the part about conjuration magic and Wharton, the Fate Master - but the rest is fine too."

"Just tell you the clue, or even just a part of the information that cannot be determined?" Ian still couldn't believe it:

"Don't you need us to find it for you?"

"No need - to be honest, I'm just curious about it, and I don't care to this extent." Anson chuckled:

"And I'm only twenty-four years old this year, so I have the time and opportunity to get it myself."

"As long as it can provide some clues, it doesn't matter even if it cannot be completely confirmed; of course, except for the sixth volume of the twelve volumes of the "Great Magic Book" - it is in Clovis Cathedral, which I already know."

"As a condition of return, I can provide you with an official identity that is very suitable for your activities in Beluga Harbor. We will also let the arrested members go, and you can also take away the bodies and relics of dead companions."

"Of course, the price is that you have to obey the orders of the garrison occasionally, and you are not allowed to leave Beluga Harbor without registration or permission - this applies to the entire garrison, and I must treat it equally."

Ian hesitated for a moment, but soon picked up the glass and drank the iced rum in the glass:

"Okay, I agree!"

The smiling Anson touched a glass with him and drank his own wine.

After a while, the carriage slowly stopped outside a street in the port area.

"Do you need me to take you out?" Anson pointed to the door.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Ian put on the half-top hat again, stroked his chest and bowed to Anson: "But no, I can do it myself."

At the same time as the voice fell, faint ripples suddenly appeared on his body, gradually becoming transparent as if the color had been taken away, until it disappeared completely.

The next second, the compartment door opened automatically, and there were two more footprints on the muddy road.

"After I go back, I will discuss the conditions you offered with my companions~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Regardless of whether there are any clues about the whereabouts of the "Great Magic Book", I will give you a satisfactory answer at this time tomorrow."

After speaking, An Sen could not feel the other party's breath at all, only the open car door and the two footprints on the ground proved that the other party was indeed here just now.

Pretending that nothing happened, Anson closed the car door and knocked on the car lightly:

"Back to the military camp."

The coachman who got the order flicked the reins, and the carriage shook again.

The very conspicuous carriage drove through the narrow streets of Beluga Harbor. In order to avoid the protesters who were returning home in the evening, the driver specially chose a relatively remote road with fewer people.

Just as the carriage was about to turn out of the alley, Anson snapped his fingers "crack!", his body turned into smoke a little bit, and drifted out from the unclosed car window, reunited at the alley again, and recovered. original appearance.

Looking at the carriage that left without realizing it, Anson turned his head and walked into the alley again.

When he returned to the street, his military coat had been replaced by a tattered blue tuxedo formal suit with a deformed dome hat, a yellowed shirt, patched trousers and a pair of alcohol emitting A linen scarf that smells like vomit...a street alcoholic dress.

As soon as he exited the alley, a tall and thin figure with a black half-top hat came into his field of vision, mixed in with the crowd, and was walking straight towards a "Redbeard Tavern".

The proud "drunk" shivered in the cold wind, facing the last sunset of Beluga Harbour, staggering towards the place that was about to become lively.