I Will Be The Crowned King

After returning from the "Norula Incident" and returning from Sail City, An Sen, who was not very interested in magic, suddenly became a good student and began to study with great enthusiasm.

In order to allow himself enough time to study a day, Anson even directly confronted Carl Bain for a complete showdown, letting him take over most of the current Storm Division's work - although it was similar in the past - including the construction of the New World Company, and the The White Whale Harbor Council, the "chores" that were in contact with the Faithful Alliance, were also thrown to the other side.

To put it simply, in the past, his attitude towards magic was the same as what the Black Mage and Talia criticized, and it was only regarded as a useful weapon and tool; since it is a tool, as long as it can be used, it is fine, and there is no need to pay too much attention to it.

Especially after becoming a fifth-order spellcaster, skilled in using [Smoke Entertainment Home], and having the life-saving magic of [Smoke Man], even after getting St. Isaac's notes, Anson's attitude towards magic has always been very good. Perfunctory: Anyway, it is impossible for me to become a Blasphemer Mage for a while, even if the power of success will not increase significantly in the short term.

After all, an ordinary spellcaster can handle it on his own. It's too strong... it's impossible to beat even a crammer.

This flat-out mentality has suffered in the confrontation with Phil Cresci.

First of all, they stepped into the trap set by the other party unprepared-the so-called precaution is just to have absolute confidence in Talia's strength- secondly, although [Yanyujia] is a spell that is almost a panacea, but a On the one hand, it consumes too much energy and on the other hand, after using it frequently, Phil Crecy sees through the routine.

Carl Bain's theory of "dependence" and "being human" has some truth, but it is still from the perspective of the water from the shore; after reaching a considerable height, the influence of magic on the caster is very significant, The relationship between the two is not simply "tool" and "use", but more like they have mastered a new set of world views and theories.

And a good spellcaster is bound to be affected by the magic he masters - from battle routines to personal behavior logic, all in it.

Even if there is no "Great Magic Book" in this regard, Anson has already realized this through experience.

Among the three major magics, blood mages are probably the most "direct" type. Their tyrannical and almost immortal vitality gives them great confidence. They are not afraid or even dare to take the initiative to provoke conflicts. ” or the shadow of “fear.”

Black mages are the exact opposite. They are the type who avoid direct contact and conflict as much as possible. Generally, they will never take the initiative to end the game unless absolutely necessary. They lurking in the dark to instigate meticulously, provocatively, take advantage of the situation, and surprise them. This is their consistent style.

As for the conjurer... In addition to himself, Anson only came into contact with the memories of some people when he "rubbed the question" with Talia, which belongs to the type that cannot be arbitrarily defined for the time being; but whether it is the shortcomings of magic that needs to be prepared in advance, or the range of spellcasting The limitations all prove that conjurers are not suitable for protracted battles.

And now the caster who is hiding in Beluga Harbor and spying on Ian Clemens and others, and trying to use various gangs to test his spellcaster, is in line with the logic of black magic.

The other party can so easily "mobilize" several gangs to work. In addition to the well-informed news of the Wuxin Knights, it must be related to his scope of activities - all the gangs arrived at Beluga Port from the mainland not long ago, so This person should have been around the port area for a long time.

And judging from Ian Clemens' cautious attitude towards this person, he shouldn't have been in Beluga Port for a long time, otherwise he wouldn't be so vigilant now.

Of course, it is also possible that he was worried that his "not loyal enough" performance was exposed in advance; after all, the Knights of No Faith and him were originally a cooperative relationship, but now they are completely hostile.

There are legitimate reasons for frequent activities in the port area, familiar with the arrival time of ocean-going ships, and have a good understanding of the places where new immigrants who have just arrived at Beluga Port often move. …

A vague image with a rough outline began to appear in Anson's mind.

Now that he is gradually eliminating the gangsters in the city, no matter what the final effect is, the effect of killing chickens and warning monkeys is definitely there.

As an excellent black mage, he will never show his face unless he has to, and lose an important piece. Most of the time he will give Ian Clemence a task. By the way, I will check whether the leader of the knights is still loyal to him. Chrissy family.

Phil Crecy's goal should be to destroy the rule of the Storm Division and the Rune family in Moby Dick, and attack his own fundamentals as much as possible, especially the acceptance of himself by the locals.

Now he has thrown a blockbuster to the middle and upper classes of the entire Beluga Port - as long as the bank is successfully completed, the Ruen family's dominance in Beluga Port will be completely unshakable.

Therefore, the other party must lead more rumors that are unfavorable to himself and the Rune family before that, destroy the prestige of the storm division, shake the control of the local people, and turn things into trouble.

After carefully calculating the other party's next possible actions, An Sen decided to be patient for the time being and wait for the other party to take the initiative to reveal his whereabouts.

At this moment, there was a clear and rhythmic knock on the door; after half a minute of silence, the little clerk opened the door and walked into the room.

"The Council of Five Hundred has just sent a clerk here and has just left."

The little secretary slowly approached and said, "Regarding your request to pay homage to the former Speaker Harold, the ceremony is tentatively scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. What do you think, my lord - if you are not satisfied with this time, you can make another decision."

"No, I'm very satisfied at this time." An Sen smiled indifferently:

"Inform the headquarters that all officers must be present tomorrow, let the Second Infantry Regiment be responsible for maintaining order and security at the scene, and all put on new winter uniforms - the atmosphere should be as grand as possible."

If the other party hadn't taken the initiative to remind him, he would have almost forgotten about it; it was just a casual mention when he was in the port, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

"No problem, I'm going to prepare the documents and your speech tomorrow." The little secretary bowed and saluted, but there was no sign of leaving immediately.

"Something happened?" Anson asked casually.

"Master Anson Bach, your sharpness is always surprising." The little secretary nodded slightly and gradually put away his smile:

"Just now, a fire broke out in the newspaper office of the "Beluga Port Good Man"."

Um? !

An Sen's pupils shrank slightly, without concealing his shock.

"According to what I can gather now, an editor who owes usurious loans was threatened by the lender and promised to find him a job in the newspaper office; as a result, he took out a revolver from under his coat as soon as he walked into the newspaper office and shot randomly. The staff in the newspaper office." The little secretary's expression became solemn:

"The storm division soldiers and the Faithful Alliance militiamen who were patrolling nearby all rushed to the scene of the crime as soon as possible, but more than a dozen people were injured; just as they were about to rush into the newspaper office, the assailant suddenly detonated a device tied to the The gunpowder on his body blew up the newspapers for today and tomorrow, as well as the precious printing press!"

"The fire caused by the explosion directly covered the entire newspaper office, but because the army arrived in time, the fire has been controlled. Except for the perpetrator and the three victims, all the others were rescued." The little secretary explained the situation meticulously:

"Now they are temporarily placed in a nearby activity base of the Faithful Alliance. Several priests and nuns take care of them spontaneously, and the chief medical officer and medical soldiers are also rushing over."

"What about the identity of the perpetrator?" An Sen frowned slightly: "Including his motive for the murder, are there any clues about this?"

"It's very regrettable, because the editor who borrowed the loan shark has died, and several staff members who were familiar with him are also in a coma, and there is no information on this at all for the time being." The little secretary's expression was slightly abnormal:

"But the people present basically heard the last words of the perpetrator before lighting the gunpowder."

"What last words?"

"Why..." As if scared, the little secretary paused and said in a slightly trembling voice:

"For the undead... Speaker Harold!"

………………

Downtown, "Miss Noble" hotel.

In the guest room in the deepest part of the corridor on the second floor, Ian, disguised as a "family of three", sat on the floor and stared at a very worn-looking parchment scroll.

The paper, which was covered with dust and was slightly rolled up, seemed to be torn open by a sharp blade, and dark red blood appeared:

[…After tomorrow’s ceremony, attack five hundred members of the Council, including but not limited to Mason Weitzler, members of various committees, heads of routine administrative work and clerks…]

[…Assassination of the Storm Division officer corps, mainly middle and lower-level officers, and can also target certain high-level personnel, especially the administrative staff…]

[…interfering with the daily activities of the Faithful Alliance, using various threats and intimidation methods to force them to give up their surveillance of marginalized communities…]

[…After all the actions are successful, leave the action mark of ‘For the Immortal Speaker Harold’ on the scene…]

[…Minimize Anson Bach’s vigilance against the Faithless Knights and the Cressy Family as much as possible, and turn his attention to other directions—new immigrants, the newly emerging Moby-Dick Harbor upstart…]

Looking at the incomparably eye-catching characters on the scroll, the three have different expressions.

"How to do?"

Derek, the wild hunter knight disguised as "husband", raised his head and couldn't help saying at first, "Do you really want to do it?"

"We don't have a second option."

Ian Clemens smiled wryly at him, raised his hand and tugged at the collar of the children's clothes: "As servants of the Crecy family, it is our duty to carry out the wishes of the family leader - unless you want to be cursed."

"But it's suicide at all!" Derek's eyes widened:

"Minimize Anson Bach's vigilance as much as possible... if it was possible before, but you've already confessed everything to him that night, and lured him to find the whereabouts of the blood group - really do it, he is sure I know we did it!"

"I didn't expect him to make such a radical choice to send the gangsters in the city to the sky one by one. This is not normal!" Ian scratched his head, and there was a little helplessness in his usual calm expression:

"Obviously, 'he' has been wary of Anson and us, and has brought forward the plan that should have been slowly pushed forward; um... This is also normal, after all, it will be delayed, I am afraid it will not take long, our commander-in-chief The adults will know his true identity."

"The problem now has nothing to do with these, the important thing is what we do!"

Seeing that Ian was still sorting out the development of the matter, Derek rolled his eyes at him: "Assaulting the parliament, assassinating officers, interfering with the Faithful Alliance - do you think Anson Bach and the Rune family can still let go of these things after they are done? over us?!"

"No." Ian looked at him calmly:

"But we are still the Knights of the Faithless. I am the head, you are the chief knight, and Karno is the second knight-as long as this remains the same, we cannot betray the Cressey family."

"Of course I hope to live in peace with the Rune family, but if it's not possible, then I can only express regret and fight to the death."

"you……"

"Shut up, Derek."

Indifferent words sounded, and Sir Carneau, the "wife" in a sapphire blue dress, stood up, his blond hair falling like a waterfall on his shoulders: "This is the end of the complaints and complaints, we must find a way."

"What's the way?"

"Convey more information about 'him' to Anson Bach." Karno said lightly:

"Since the commander-in-chief doesn't mind aggravating the situation at all, we might as well be more direct and let the two sides meet as soon as possible."

"It's impossible!"

Derek couldn't help but said again: "The previous 'edge ball' was already very dangerous. We can't send it directly to the door. Even such thoughts cannot be easily exposed!"

Karno ignored the complaints of the Wild Hunt knights~www.novelmt.com~ silently looked at Ian beside him, as if the "mother" was expecting the "son" to surprise her.

The leader of the Faithless Knights fell silent, gently picked up the parchment scroll on the ground, and muttered in a self-talking tone:

"We can't reveal the whereabouts of our 'companion', we can't go against the will of the Crecy family, and we can't deliberately pass on important information to our enemies..."

"But! We can get 'him' to come forward and have to bypass us and deal with Anson Bach once."

"How to do?"

Carneau asked, looking at Ian with Derek.

"It's very simple, we carry out his orders and start a massacre in Beluga Harbor - let the undead of 'Speaker Harold' float over the city."

Ian Clemens opened his arms: "Now that things are starting to get out of hand, let it continue to develop in an even more out-of-control direction."

"Let the whole city panic, let fear fall on everyone's heads!"