I Will Be The Crowned King

"To my best friend and adversary, Anson Bach:

By the time you read this letter, Freya and I should have been on the carriage to Long Lake Town, and we will board a certain ship to Sail City at the port of Red Hand Bay - in the name of friends, Hope you don't stop.

Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, because I really don't know how to meet you now; half I see you as the evil of the world that must be destroyed, and the other half keeps explaining all this affirmation There is a reason, the situation is definitely not what I see it, there must be something I don't know that led to this result.

I fell into this completely contradictory idea and couldn't extricate myself. In order to avoid being seen by you, it may be more suitable for the current situation to leave quietly.

Of course it doesn't take you to explain anything, it's just that some things I might really take a while to figure out - we're friends, which means I'll never have the slightest doubt about you, and it means that when you do If something goes wrong, I will be the first to stop you.

Even if the price is life, I will not turn back.

Before we set off, your technical advisor told me that he might have a way to get Freya back to normal, but it would take your help—and if so, be sure to write and tell me, Louis Bernard would never Forget this kindness.

Dear Anson, I have too many questions to ask you, why did the old gods of the resting land attack Moby Dick so desperately, why did you suddenly disappear, and why did you become...now It looks like, what does the "Purple Moon" that killed the Lord of the Abyss have to do with you...

But I know that some questions are not so easy to answer, and there may not even be an answer; I just want to tell you that these do not affect our friendship.

You are a rigorous and observant guy, and you always look so confident on the outside; but I understand that you are not a ring of order, but you have prepared more than anyone, observed more carefully than anyone, and decided more than anyone. Are more decisive - which means you won't hesitate to grab the only straw when it comes to doing the right thing.

And the more this happens, the more I will hesitate, hesitate, cling to certain problems and cannot extricate myself, and would rather fail than take a step to turn the situation around.

This, I think, may be the most different thing between us; but it is also because of this that two souls who had only just passed each other became friends - at least, I think so.

Finally...if you need any help, or if there is anything you want me to know, don't worry, just send the letter to Sail City; no matter the result, there will be a reply.

Your ally, your opponent, your friend, Louis Bernard.

yours truly. "

The rickety four-wheeled carriage galloped in the early morning wilderness, the joyful wheels rolled up the snow and ice, and decorated the simple carriage with a faint silver mist.

The young knight leaning against the car window looked out at the already hazy Beluga Harbour, with a comatose elf girl in his arms, pain and confusion flashed alternately in his pupils.

In his former thinking, the Ring of Order was the only correct belief. All the old gods who follow the evil gods are out-and-out "evil forces", spellcasters enslaved by the power of the three old gods, blasphemous mages and even the apostles , and it is an existence that must be destroyed.

The demise of the Crecy family and the death of his elder brother Kroger have greatly deepened his understanding in this regard.

But what happened next seems to continue to break this "inherent impression".

The re-rising Iser Elf and the Council of Thirteen, just hoping to regain the tradition and glory of the past, suffered the worst blow from the Church of Order. They did not hesitate to send the Knights of Judgment to create an appalling bombardment in the capital of a country.

The demise of the Crecy family, things that were once taken for granted in their eyes began to become foggy, far from being as simple as they seemed, just because of their connection with the Old God Sect.

Even further, must all those associated with the Old Gods be "purified"?

Assuming this is the case, then the entire Beluga Harbor will not escape death and must be cut to the roots-because if it weren't for Anson who became a blasphemous mage and the last "Purple Moon", they would not have been able to escape from the old **** of the land of rest. Survive the threat of pie.

...including myself.

So what is the right way to do it, so that it does not violate the beliefs and can save the innocent and weak, so that it truly meets the definition of a "knight"?

Louie is in pain.

He once thought that as long as he avoided far away and hid in a small church outside the world with Freya, he finally realized how naive this idea is - some questions will never leave unless they are answered. .

Anson Bach, he can give the answer without hesitation, but he can't... Not only can't give it, but even when he knows the answer, he will be afraid of it, afraid of the truth that may destroy his entire world.

Quietly inside the carriage, Louis's eyes fell on Freya's cheeks, and the corners of the sleeping elf girl's mouth seemed to rise slightly, just like in the past, even if she didn't know what she was talking about or what she was looking at. , still smiling quietly at himself.

The sky outside the window was still shrouded in lead-grey dark clouds, and only the horizon at the end of the field of vision could see a faint morning light, but the young knight seemed to be lit by the sun all over his body, and countless pains were fleeting.

………………

Beluga Port Command, Prison.

Joseph, who was shackled and chained to a chair, pouted and looked at the deputy commander of the Storm Legion, a former guard officer, and his dearest nephew, with a very disappointed look.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, I can completely get rid of the grave keeper, the Knights of the Faithless, the Crecy family, the Clovis people and this **** prison, and set foot again with my dear nephew An adventurous career with an uncertain future, and a happy life that is not restricted by anyone.

But after all the calculations, he never realized that the young man who haunted him when he was a child and had an infinite longing for the sea, chose the latter decisively between the boring, tedious and endless responsibilities...

"So, what are you going to do to me?" Joseph said glumly.

"On the contrary, not what we want you to be, but what you want, my dear Uncle Joseph."

The relaxed Fabien unscrewed the cork of the rum and poured wine for himself and Joseph, and said in a very clear voice: "Whether it is the Storm Legion who was injured by you, the general who was almost assassinated by you. Commander, even as your nephew, I have no hostility towards you."

"Really?" Joseph rolled his eyes and took the glass, he couldn't help but snorted, "Then do I have to thank you for your generosity?"

"That's not necessary."

Fabian also raised the glass and let the yellow-brown liquor shake in the glass: "But if you really want to thank you, you might as well take some practical actions to make up for the mistakes and injuries you caused before."

"for example……"

"This kind of 'repayment' is mainly up to you, but if I have to decide for you... it would be a very good way to be the deputy commander of the shooting army."

"..."

Joseph, who was suddenly silent, was stunned, and an unbelievable expression appeared on his face that had been stiff for half a minute:

"you are serious?"

"At least I don't think lying is helpful to this conversation." Fabian wrote lightly, but his calm eyes were enough to express what he was thinking at the moment:

"The Beluga Port has just experienced an unforgettable night. The shooting army is short of qualified officers. With your military quality, if you are willing to lend a hand at this time, or even provide more help, it will be greatly appreciated by the entire army. ."

"Of course, if you don't want to, we will not force it. You can leave the Ice Dragon Fjord at any time and go to any other party you want."

"...Are you sure you can let me go?"

"Again, I have no need to lie." Fabian said with a blank face:

"The Knights of No Letter are finished, and the Cressey family is also finished. Except for the few remaining survivors, there are not many forces or individuals in the New World that can threaten us. Friends, not enemies."

"That's why you dare to let me serve as the deputy commander of the shooting army?" Joseph's expression was a bit ugly:

"Do you think that if I don't rely on you, I have nowhere to go?"

"This is your own opinion."

Fabian shook his head: "The colony is a place that doesn't care about one's background, but only considers ability; choosing to hire you only considers whether it meets our needs in terms of experience and qualifications, and has nothing to do with your past."

This is the absolute truth. If you really want to "prove your innocence", the entire Storm Corps, including the commander-in-chief and the chief of staff, I am afraid that no one's resume is clean. I am looking for a "pure and loyal" here. Officer Clovis, the difficulty is no less than raising his head to hit the moon with a shot... But Joseph's face is even more ugly.

This time he hesitated for a long time, and after realizing that unless he waited until the summer, he would never be able to get rid of the Storm Legion, and finally raised his glass reluctantly: "...I accept this job, but I also have several conditions."

"First, you can supervise me and even restrict my personal freedom, but the time cannot exceed half a year; secondly, if there is any military conflict, you cannot ask me to pay the price of my life for you."

"no problem!"

Fabian raised his brows: "Are there any other conditions, if that's all, I can promise you on behalf of the legion now - and even set up a letter."

"That's not needed."

Joseph waved his hand... If Ansen Bach wasn't ready to do it, he wouldn't need this form at all; if he had to die, even his autograph would not be able to protect his own life.

The two touched the cups lightly, raised their heads and drank it.

"Sometimes, I really regret it." Putting down the glass, Joseph couldn't help but sigh: "If I had a heartbreak and brought you to the new world, maybe there would not have been so many things. ."

"It is indeed possible."

Fabien nodded meaningfully, and then changed the conversation: "But even if you did it all over again, you wouldn't do that."

"……Why do you say that?"

"Because, dear Uncle Joseph, you are a person who truly loves freedom - or, in other words, fears responsibility." Fabien said coldly:

"Family, industry, wealth, hometown...including me, in your eyes back then, it was an uncompromising burden, blocking the obstacle between you and 'freedom'."

"Even if you know what happened today, even if you repeat it thousands of times, you will still choose to board the ship from Beigang alone. This is you..."

Looking at the slightly hideous, aggrieved and complaining face, Fabian put down the glass lightly:

"...my dear Uncle Joseph."

……………………

William Gottfried stood in front of the gate of the munitions factory, watching that he had changed into his uniform, and the nervous workers lined up in the open space outside the gate, as if waiting for the judge to pronounce the crime and sentence. prisoner.

They are afraid.

If it is said that being forcibly moved from Clovis City to Beluga Port is just a change of place and employer, what happened last night finally made these workers realize a very important thing - this is not the lord and the church. The old world under the rule, but a colony of demons.

In Clovis City, their enemies are employers, overseers hired by employers, policemen, gangsters - sometimes the identities of the latter three interchange or overlap; in the colonies, they have to face fanatics, indigenous peoples , the Old Gods and even... the evil gods.

The workers who finally realized the difference between the two do not intend to stay here and wait to die. Many people already have the urge to leave; and in the entire Beluga Port, the only thing they can trust in their eyes is the one in front of them. bit...

"Fugitive."

William suddenly said, "I've been thinking about it for a long time. If any of you plan to leave the colony, what kind of crimes will be wanted by the Clovis Kingdom."

"Because this is a colony, you are workers in a colonial military factory, and your employer is the governor of the colony - so when you try to dismiss or leave without permission ~www.novelmt.com~ will be wanted as fugitives. "

"Of course, this is a colony, and the identity of a fugitive is not a big deal, but considering your current situation... It is difficult for you to leave the Beluga Port by boat without permission, and this is the only place within a radius of dozens of kilometers. In a large settlement, if you leave rashly, you will be ten times more likely to freeze to death, five times more likely to die from starvation, five times more likely to die from illness, and you will be accidentally killed or become prey to the natives…”

"All in all, considering various factors, I have formulated a relatively feasible plan to successfully leave the colony and return to the mainland - yes, you are not the only ones forced to come here."

"And the first step in this plan is to complete the orders of the Colonial Corps to ensure that we can get enough income to maintain our material needs, as well as sanitation, health, leisure and entertainment needs."

As he said, the expressionless William took out a drawing from his arms:

"I designed a company-level support weapon, and the commander-in-chief promised a lot of money, so..."

"Anyone of you interested?"