I Will Be The Crowned King

Looking at Anson's meaningful expression, the black-robed priest couldn't help shivering, his dazed eyes pretending that he didn't hear anything.

On the other hand, he is not completely unprepared for something that is "likely to happen", otherwise he would not be willing to come to Beluga Port on the edge of the world.

In short, he - and the "Truth Society" behind him, is not very optimistic about that Miss Sophia.

In order to move the power from the homeland to the new world, the investment of the Rune family is almost at no cost; and the storm division, regarded by Sophia Franz as one of the "most important assets", has also been run by Anson into a semi-independent private kingdom.

If you want to break the alliance between the two, unless Sophia can directly buy the officer corps of the Storm Division, Ansen Bach, the middle management who "attempts to usurp the leadership of the company", is fundamentally empty; but this is another paradox—— If you want to buy the officer corps, you must have "projects", and who are these "projects" to be made?

Of course, Anson Bach is the project leader.

So there is no solution to this question at all, so Sophia can only, perhaps really, believe that Anson Bach is still loyal to her - just like he is loyal to Talia August Rune.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but in Carlin Jacques's impression, everyone who was "loyal" by Anson Bach did not seem to end well in the end.

It is precisely because he is not optimistic about Sophia that the black-robed teacher increasingly feels that there is a "opportunity" in this - Anson Bach needs the support of the local, Miss Sophia needs the loyalty of the storm division, the mediator in this fragile connection, he Karin Jacques really does his part.

Who wouldn't want to do one job and get two salaries?

The exhausted Anson didn't notice the crazy thoughts in the guy on the other side, smoking his burning pipe and remembering another thing:

"By the way, are you still doing your previous business - I mean, magic props?"

"What do you want?"

Hearing the word "magic item", Carin Jacques's "black market dealer" side instantly awakened, and immediately said in a hurry: "I have to warn you first, the business in the colony is very chaotic, even if you can know where the goods are, you can't get them. It's not that easy."

The colony's business?

An Sen raised his eyebrows. He originally planned to see if there was still some "stock" on this guy, but now he said, "Is there anyone who does this business in Beluga Port?"

"No, you should ask how much Beluga Port does this." The black-robed priest showed a profiteer-like smile:

"Regarding magic props, there are probably a few important 'trade centers' in the world--Dragon City, Clovis City, North Harbor, Edland, Sail City, Beluga Harbor... Most of the smugglers like me , all purchase goods in these areas, stock up, and then try to get rid of them as soon as possible."

"Like I basically do activities in the area from Northport to Clovis City, the buyer will place an order for me, and then I will give him an approximate time. If there is no way to 'arrive' within the time, then this transaction Even if it blows."

"Beluga Port is a particularly important purchase point for me."

This makes Anson somewhat surprised, but it is reasonable; after all, the New World is a mixed bag, and even the "wanted criminals" like the Untrustworthy Knights can live freely, and more spellcasters and black market dealers are nothing. Requires fuss.

"So, you used to travel between the mainland and Beluga Port?"

"How is that possible - I wouldn't come to such a poor...far away place, that's too much." Carefully observing the changes in Anson's expression, Carin Jacques immediately changed his words:

"No, I usually write a relatively obscure letter with the first payment, and send it to a connector on the Beluga Port, who will then pass it on to my local counterparts with 'many connections'. After I get the goods, I will pay the price in advance to send the goods, and after I sell the goods, I will send the balance to the connector."

"This is just a rough description. If the buyer wants something that is very risky or very difficult to handle, there will even be a few, or even a dozen or so contact people in the middle - everyone will keep the next family secret, except for telling the transfer. I won't reveal any more information outside of the method, and I won't take the initiative to inquire, to ensure that I know absolutely nothing about what I'm buying and selling."

"In addition to the original buyer and seller, at most one buyer will be added, and the rest of the middlemen will not know anything, so that everyone is safe and at ease."

The process is very perfect, and it has the feeling of the international market... An Sen thought thoughtfully: "Then, will these intermediaries, procurement and buyers and sellers have a relationship with each other?"

"The vast majority is impossible, but if it's an old customer, it's inevitable." The black-robed priest shrugged:

"Of course, in most cases, I don't take the initiative to inquire about these things; but a lot of information does not need to be inquired - what 'goods' he can get, what he wants, and to a certain extent his own identity has been exposed. come out."

"For example, Viscount Bogner, who once gave you the 'Mist Pipe', was one of my most important 'regular customers'; he himself is keen on collecting, and the frequency of buying things from me is quite high; Different, but the drivers in the cabs are often familiar faces."

"Once you know where the drivers often go, you can basically determine the buyer's identity."

As for how to know the range of the coachman's activities, and how to lock the Bogner mansion through the range, Karlin Jacques didn't say much... Anson didn't need to know either.

He wanted to confirm only one thing: "Who is the biggest seller in Beluga Port now?"

"Uh... I really don't know this." The black-robed priest scratched his head:

"But I can give you a piece of information that may be related to this matter-from the ninety-seventh year of the Saint calendar, I have obtained a total of six 'goods' from Beluga Harbor, and at least three of them are engraved on them. A ring of order pattern with three golden long swords connected."

A ring of order connected by three golden long swords?

Anson raised his eyebrows. In his memory, this badge only belonged to one faction:

The Crecy Family - The Faithless Knights.

………………

"...And this is also one of the tasks I want to give you."

In Rune's mansion, in the study room separated by a wall from Anson, Talia said unhurriedly: "Lord Draco Wilters, I hope you can monitor the Faithless Knights for me and dear Anson. ."

"No, No Faith Knights?"

Holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hand, Draco, who was full of ingratiating expressions, looked at the girl in front of him with a half-smile: "Sorry, but I don't seem to have heard of it before..."

"Your Excellency Draco."

Before the novelist could finish speaking, the smiling Talia interrupted softly: "As the future editor-in-chief of Moby Dick, honesty...is a very important quality."

"Some things, if the core members of the dignified truth society, even the 'most core' members, if they say they don't know anything, it will cause unnecessary doubts about their sincerity in cooperation."

Cold sweat slid down the novelist's cheek, "Puff!", and dripped into his coffee.

"You are An Sen's friend. Occasionally you say something wrong or do something wrong. As friends, we can completely forgive you." The girl who spoke faintly took a milk jug from the side:

"So I'll give you another chance to tell me about the Wuxin Knights-Do you want to add milk?"

"Uh... I want a little bit, just a little bit!"

Draco, who was covered in cold sweat, nodded his head like a garlic clown, and twitched his throat: "I...I...I just said that I am very happy to accept this job! It is my greatest honor to be able to serve the Rune family. !"

"It would be too polite to say that." Talia poured milk into the novelist's coffee enthusiastically, until the brown and white liquid was about to overflow from the cup:

"Actually, as far as I know, the Truth Society and the Faithless Knights seem to have always had a pretty good relationship of cooperation. You and the Kressey family, the real masters behind the Knights, also had a relationship around the 95th year of the Saint Calendar. Come and go."

"I myself...or the Rune family, have no ill will towards these poor people who have been hurt by the Church of Order, and are even very willing to lend a helping hand to them." The girl said lightly:

"But the premise is that they can't have too much hostility to the Rune family; in order to reduce their unnecessary vigilance, they need a person who can be trusted by both sides to mediate and pave the way for mutual cooperation; as for what happens after that. Whether it is cooperation or something else depends on whether they have mutual interests, and it has nothing to do with the mediator.”

"So this job should be very easy for you, please don't take it too seriously, just take it as a handy move in your spare time."

"Uh... well... well..."

For the first time, the novelist who had been stripped of his details was hesitant and hesitant, and cold sweat continued to flow like raindrops on his almost rigid smile.

"Speaking of work, there is a job to be entrusted to you soon."

Talia paused for a few seconds and said with a faint smile: "In order to completely eliminate the 'loyalists' in the colony who are still loyal to the Empire, Fabian of the Storm Division has returned to the red hand with the Liberal Senator Pete Chatham. Bay, launch a civilized eradication operation."

"This action is extremely important to the entire New World, and has a strong reference value and reference value. The "Beluga Port Good Man" will publish the entire story of the entire incident. If successful, there may be opportunities to promote it to other colonies."

"Sounds like a very meaningful thing!"

Draco hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Then what do I need to do?"

"I have decided that you, the editor-in-chief of "Beautiful People of Moby Dick", will be the writer of this report." Talia smiled softly:

"In any case, this article must reflect the nobility of the storm division, the fearlessness of the people of Red Hand Bay, the selflessness of the Clovis people, and the despicability of the imperial people, so that the whole new world and even the whole world can see this with their own eyes. The truth of what happened - if possible, it would be best to compare it to the previous slaughter of the Empire at Grey Dove Castle."

"No problem." Draco nodded immediately and said:

"Then when do I leave?"

"Move?"

"Yes, since you want to report an event, of course you have to go to the scene—otherwise why is it called 'report'?" The novelist asked rhetorically.

"Ah... so it is."

Talia "suddenly realized" and smiled at random: "There is no need for that, because the whole incident is over."

"It's over?" Draco was startled:

"when?"

"About ten days ago." Talia smiled softly:

"Although you hadn't arrived at the time, the storm division had already set off ahead of schedule to handle everything - rest assured, the news has not been leaked, and your report is still a 'first-hand' report."

First hand... Draco's cheeks twitched:

"Then, do you have any materials for the report, or someone I can interview?"

"Material? Object?"

The innocent girl was confused again.

"It's the reference content of the report." Draco had to explain patiently:

"Since it's a 'first-hand' report, I have to know something before I can report the truth?"

Now Talia finally understood: "So, you must have 'reference content' in order to write a factual report...is that right?"

Draco Wilters: "..."

The novelist immediately closed his mouth and looked at the innocent and lovely girl in front of him with slightly trembling eyes, as if he understood something in a trance.

The study room with only two people suddenly became eerily quiet.

After a long time~www.novelmt.com~ Draco, whose head was soaked with red hair, slowly raised his eyes and said hesitantly:

"Well, actually... If there is really nothing, it's not impossible..."

"I knew it! Dear Draco Wilters, I knew you could do it!" Talia steals in surprise:

"The dignified truth society will definitely be able to use the most inspiring language to convey everything that happened in Red Hand Bay to everyone fairly and objectively... I told my dear Anson that his best friend would never let him down. "

Best friend... The corners of Draco's mouth twitched even more, the cold sweat pouring out like a waterfall that seemed to dehydrate him, and his body was shaking slightly from head to toe.

"In return, I will allow the truth to move freely in any corner of the Beluga Harbor or even the New World. I understand that a task as great as yours, and I am willing to come to such a backcountry, will certainly not be just because of the ordinary letter of the Rune family. The invitation letter." Talia still smiled:

"You can do anything here. This is the promise made to you by the Rune family - now it can only be limited to the Ice Dragon Fjord area, but it won't be long, its significance will be much more than that."

"For the sake of your life and safety, I sincerely suggest that you keep it in your heart."

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