I Will Be The Crowned King

Chapter 65 Meet again

"I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon."

"Yeah, I'm actually surprised about that too."

"Oh, so what are you mainly surprised by?"

"Surprise... I didn't expect that in just two or three days, our Faithless Knights became famous in Beluga Harbor."

"Really, then you must be very proud of yourself?"

"That's not true, mainly thanks to someone in the Moby Dick, saying that we were the real culprits behind the murder of Speaker Harold."

"No thanks, these are what I should do."

"..."

Seeing Anson Bach in front of him admitting it unabashedly, the smiling Ian Clemens clenched the wine glass in his hand tightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hand popped out one by one.

The prison reception room at Storm Division Headquarters was cold, but far safer than any room area with a firepit in Beluga Harbor right now.

And all of this is due to the Lord Commander in front of him. A report made the Faithless Knights the culprit in the murder of Speaker Harold.

As an underground organization that has been entrenched in Beluga Port for many years, of course, the Knights of No Letter have dealt with various forces here; only Anson, who has just arrived, knows nothing about them, and most people may not know their details and their power. The relationship between the Zeller family, but definitely know of their existence.

At present, Speaker Harold, who was the most able to balance the forces of all parties, is "dead". The mercenaries who were supposed to cause a commotion in the city were killed by the storm division, and the riot took place in the Redbeard Tavern (no The site of the letter knights)...

Coupled with the funeral held by Anson Bach with great fanfare, the forces in the colony, large and small, learned the following information:

Speaker Harold is probably dead;

Anson Bach, though an enemy of Harold, respects him, has a grand funeral and is always on the hunt for his murderer;

Anson Bach claimed that the people who killed Harold were the Faithless Knights, and they did seem to have a previous record - the ambush of Weizler's Mansion.

So overnight, the Knights of Wuxin changed from being "unknown" to "notorious", everyone shouted and beaten in Beluga Port City, and they were targeted 360 degrees in all directions.

Although not everyone likes the Speaker, Harold's influence is not inferior to that of Bishop Ripper, who has been in power in the colony for many years and balances the forces of all parties; especially now that Anson is still holding him so high , the "murderer who killed the hero of Beluga Port" has naturally become a heinous public enemy of the whole people, and everyone can kill him.

Of course the Faithless Knights can resist, but when the control of public opinion throughout the colony is in the hands of Anson Bach—actually Talia Rune—the only result of that revolt is to sit down completely. true crime.

Everyone was shouting at Beluga Port, and the only boat that could take them out of the colony was also in the hands of Anson Bach... After sending the last option of "cooperating with the indigenous people", Ian decided to negotiate with Anson Bach.

"The most important thing is that you must believe that our attitude towards the peace talks this time is quite sincere." Yin En's tone was very cautious, as if the iron chair under him could become an execution chair at any time.

And to be honest, it does look alike.

"I would also like to believe in your sincerity, Lord Ian Clemens."

An Sen's eyes were focused on the other person's face, and the corner of his mouth had a half-smile expression: "But the problem is, I didn't 'see' your sincerity; but you can see my sincerity at any time."

Saying that, he pointed to the iron door behind him.

The two captured members of the Faithless Knights were locked behind.

Ian, who pursed his lips tightly, said nothing, staring at the door Anson pointed to.

The silence lasted a few seconds.

"In this case, I think the best way is to show you our sincerity."

A trace of regret flashed in the corner of his eyes, and Ian chuckled and said, "I said when we last met, I'm very sorry that I couldn't tell you the clues about the "Great Magic Book", and I couldn't capture any of the Crecy family. the member of."

"But in addition to The Great Magic Book, we have something else that might be of interest to you."

"Oh, what is that?"

"Isaac Rand's... research notes."

Looking at Anson meaningfully, Ian said softly.

Um?

Anson, who heard the name, did not react immediately.

But the next second he suddenly raised his head and widened his eyes in astonishment - this guy was talking about Saint Isaac!

"How do you have St. Isaac's notes?"

"It was discovered by accident during one of my...our expeditions."

Ian's mouth flashed a hint of smugness that was not easy to detect: "At first we thought that the scribbled content above was just the nonsense of an old **** or a lunatic, until a particularly learned passerby told us that it was probably holy. Part of Isaac's own manuscript."

"Judging by the age of the notebook and the handwriting, it is not an authentic manuscript, more like someone's handwritten copy - but the content should be true, because there are a lot of notes and remarks made by myself, and even Including some speculation about what to do next."

"And now, to show our sincerity, we would like to give you this note as a gift."

Ian pressed his chest and spread his hands towards Anson: "In exchange, please return our companions to us, and promise to ensure our personal safety and personal safety before we capture any member of the Kressey family. freedom of movement."

"How is it, Beluga Port Defense Commander... Your Excellency Anson Bach?"

Ian looked at Anson with a cautious and a little nervous expression that seemed very sincere and helpless.

Anson frowned slightly.

He didn't think that Ian dared to lie to himself about this kind of thing, otherwise he would not have come to the headquarters of the Storm Division alone; but the other party must also be very clear about the value of St. Isaac's manuscript, even if anyone is "Great Magic" The original work of a certain volume of "Book" would not be willing to exchange even a manuscript.

The former is just an encyclopedia of the world of the old gods, while the latter is something that has actually changed the entire world.

Moreover, St. Isaac's notes are not only about the steam core, but the research scope is extremely wide... He is even the first spellcaster in history to learn the three major magics at the same time, and his position in the world of the old gods is unique.

Usually, once you are found to have his manuscripts but haven't turned them in, it won't take long before you can wait for the judges to visit your house in a group and give you a big "surprise".

Just when An Sen was still guessing what the other party was doing, there was a clear knock on the door.

"Den, Deng, Deng!"

In the quiet room, the two turned their heads while "tacit understanding" and looked in the direction of the sound.

Ben followed the slight sound of the door, and the closed door was pushed open from the outside; a girl in a long hibiscus purple dress and a cute boat hat appeared outside the reception.

"Talia?"

An Sen's expression was taken aback, and he said subconsciously, "Why are you here?"

"Of course it's because of dear Anson, dear Anson."

The girl's smile was extremely sweet, and she didn't even forget to curtsy to an outsider beside her, which made Ian sitting in the chair stunned for a long time.

"Talia heard that Anson is seeing a very important guest. Since she is the hostess here, of course it is necessary to come and entertain them-what are you doing?"

Anson and Ian looked at each other.

"We're just... chatting." Anson said cautiously:

"Ian told me he got a copy of St. Isaac's Notes."

"Really?"

The girl's eyes lit up and smiled at Ian with a surprised look: "It's really amazing to have such a rare collection - can you share it with Talia?"

"of course can."

Ian quickly glanced at Anson next to him, "But this collection is very valuable. Maybe give it to Lord Anson Bach first, and then let the two of you find a time to appreciate it... Better?"

"It's not necessary."

Talia showed a very kind smile: "We can share everything with each other, and we don't need to keep each other secret about anything."

"Dear Anson, what do you think?"

Feeling the hopeful gaze of the "fiancee" beside him, An Sen swallowed hard and nodded with a smile:

"She was absolutely right."

The voice fell, and the girl leaned gently on An Sen's shoulder, gently hugging his tight arms, her face full of happiness.

"All right……"

Ian, who was completely confused, turned his eyes back and forth between the two in front of him, and whispered with some uncertainty.

He originally thought that Anson Bach, as a new star in the army, became the object of the Rune family's support and agent in the New World.

But at that moment, he noticed a trace of vigilance and fear in the eyes of the other party looking at his "fiancee".

Could it be that I guessed wrong? Could it be that this cute and petite girl is the representative of the Rune family, and Anson Bach is just a high-level... tool person?

With slightly mixed emotions, Ian Clemens took out the notebook he had prepared from his arms and gently placed it on the table.

This is a slightly old, but very well-preserved note; the slight creases in the footer and the depth of the color of the writing confirm that it is several years old, but it still shows no signs of damage, and even the slightly folded footer has been damaged. Flattened traces.

Anson took a deep breath and opened the first page of the notebook in front of the other two. On the blank cover, he wrote a series of beautiful swash characters with a black ink pen:

[Seventy years of the saint's calendar, research on "Notes from the First Eight Years to the First Six Years" - Willan Nova. 】

Wayland Nova?

This slightly familiar name made Anson's heart move.

He vaguely remembered the author of the book "The Seventy-two Years of the Saints' Calendar: A Study of the Three Old Gods", who seemed to be Willan Nova... Could it be the same person?

With a hint of anticipation and faint excitement, An Sen solemnly turned to the second page:

[…On March 25th, I had to sort out this mess of drafts.

Little John became less and less interested in my research, mostly because he didn't understand it at all, and apparently he didn't understand what the greatest joy of 'education' was—his dazedness as if he had just been born His eyes, and I used all kinds of jokes to mock his IQ.

He seems to have noticed this recently, and the fun is falling off a cliff.

To make sure he could understand it, I had to write my research as simple and accessible as possible, and there were two main difficulties: how simple it was to be simple, and how simple it was for him to "understand" ".

Given how receptive his ancestral brain is to knowledge, I'll assume I'm teaching a seal how to build a steam core from materials that are readily available.

First off, to avoid making someone think I'm deliberately humiliating someone, I, Isaac Rand, clarify here - it's also easier to teach a seal to make a steam core than to teach him.

Yes, although I've never left Clovis, I've seen seals, and I've seen elephants, lions, tigers, and Adelaide's dolphins; you don't really need to be in the wild to see them , especially if you have a friend who is a king and he's willing to build a zoo for you.

Oh, the name 'Zoo' is still my name - the original name is 'Whitehall', derived from the color of the palace, very uncreative...]

The arrogant tone, the unabashed show-off and yin-yang eccentricity, plus this smugness from the inside out, yes, the author of this note is definitely St. Isaac himself.

Anson suddenly felt a little bit pitiful for the "little John" mentioned in the notes. It must be very uncomfortable to be humiliated by this genius many times, and the latter is still enjoying it... Thinking of this, Anson couldn't help but feel The corners of his mouth twitched.

But thinking that this note was signed six years before the saint's calendar ~www.novelmt.com~ was less than five years before St. Isaac's assassination and murder, Anson couldn't help laughing a bit.

[In a word, the core of the three magics lies in 'evolution' - no matter black magic, conjuration magic or blood magic, the common goal is change, transcendence, extraordinary, and the process from imperfection to perfection .

The understanding of 'perfection' also creates three distinct paths, each of which has similarities and complete opposites to the third.

It can be determined that the three old gods have learned from each other in the early stage of evolution, and most likely realized that similar paths will not help but lead to conflicts, and chose different paths in order to avoid conflicts.

This makes sense, like I don't like white sausages, but I can't help trying it when I see a guy having a good time, but because I can't stand the smell of mustard Choose hot sauce.

From this moment on, the 'how to eat white sausage is more delicious' thing has been divided, with more options, more combinations, more flavors and choices...for people who originally disliked mustard sauce , the food became delicious all of a sudden.

But that's for food, because food is beautiful by being colorful - evolution isn't.

If we assume that a certain evolutionary outcome is 'perfect', can be 'eternal', is 'unique', as absolute as one plus one equals two...is 'right', that means the vast majority of evolution The paths are all wrong.

Even all of them are wrong.

Including the three old gods who created this evolutionary system, they may...

It was wrong in the beginning. 】

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