I Will Be The Crowned King

, I shall be crowned king

Walking slowly and leisurely across the street, Anson, who was in the crowd, was not in a hurry to follow Ian's back into the tavern. Talented people who are good at concealment generally have a fairly high level of insight skills. If they act too deliberately, they will be easily detected .

So far, Anson still can't figure out what kind of knight the other party has awakened, and can only speculate based on the information at hand.

The other party is very likely to have some involvement with the Crecy family, and Crecy is a branch of the Bernard family, and also has the bloodline of the sea knight, but this is a rather rare and difficult to awaken bloodline power.

According to the information collected by the little secretary, the most commonly awakened blood powers in the Grand Duchy of Adelaine are the wind knights, the earth knights and the Holy Grail knights; as for the sea knights...their rarity is almost equal to that of the dragon knights.

If Ian's bloodline power comes from one of these three, Anson can roughly infer what his specific abilities are.

But as a prudent person, Anson would not act rashly without sufficient assurance and a plan that at least seemed perfect.

He wandered the streets outside for a while longer, lingering outside the pub like all addicted alcoholics, trying to get drunk and stingy with the coins in his pockets.

Until the sky was completely dark and the cold wind on the street became more and more biting, he put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the door of the tavern with his head hunched over.

The strong man who was watching the door saw this thin and small figure from a long distance, and there was a trace of disdain in his narrowed eyes.

He has seen a lot of alcoholics who are obsessed with getting drunk and money-shy. If they can't earn a few bucks, they will increase their workload - not only to scrub the vomit marks left by them, but also to wait for them to get drunk one by one. Throw the door out.

Having had the experience in Teapot Street, Anson has completely mastered all the skills of playing a drunk, and entered the gate without any hindrance.

Right now is the busiest time of the tavern. The smell of fish mixed with the aroma of alcohol and the sweat of the sailors mixed into a unique smell in the air full of steam and fireworks from the fireplace. , together constitute an involuntary excited atmosphere.

It is also the most suitable atmosphere for hiding.

An Sen, who was curled up, squeezed desperately among the crowd, and finally found a corner by the window.

He raised his hand and beckoned to the passing bartender. The busy bartender didn't wait for him to speak, and "Bang!" smashed a glass of almost transparent liquid that looked like beer in front of him.

An Sen, who was holding a wine glass in both hands, drank with his head down, and at the same time focused all his attention on the tall and thin figure in his mind.

Ian walked to a card table, placed a neat stack of copper plates on the table and ordered a glass of black rum, and at the same time began to play dice with a few drunkards around him.

But Anson, who used his supernatural powers, immediately discovered that the drunkenness of these people was fake.

Unsurprisingly, after the game started, Ian only won the first hand, and then began to lose money quickly; when he lost a few hands in a row and wanted to leave, a few drunkards immediately discouraged him and proposed to play cards instead.

Enough lively place, a few drunks who cooperate with tacit understanding, a fool with some change in his pocket... This is also a common routine for pub gambling. If nothing else, they will soon let Ian unknowingly put himself Lose it cleanly and pay back all the debt.

But the next development was obviously not in line with their expectations.

Ian, who pretended to be angry, first won a few hands with the tacit performances of the alcoholics, but when he "should" lose, almost as soon as he was called up, he was very "timid" and folded.

After several rounds of poker, although there are still more losses and less wins, not only is Ian's purse empty, on the contrary, a few drunkards are starting to lose money.

Thirty minutes into the game, there were more and more guests in the tavern. The alcoholics who were dripping with cold sweat were obviously "sobered up" and looked at each other more and more times.

Ian, who was in high spirits, drank the last drop of rum in the glass, and when he saw that the glass was empty, he planned to get up and leave; the alcoholics who lost money naturally couldn't agree, and immediately rushed towards him drunkenly, and persuaded him. Wanted Ian to sit back at the poker table.

Ian, like every "fat sheep" who realizes that he may be fooled but dare not speak out, is eager to escape while laughing.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} "Bang!"

In the process of arguing, no one could clearly see a muffled fist, and one of the drunkards fell to the ground, his head slammed on the floor; the crisp sound was completely drowned out by the noisy din of the tavern. middle.

So the level of disputes quickly escalated... The angry alcoholics and Ian scuffled together. Ian, who had been swaying with Anson in the carriage before, lost his original calmness at all, and was beaten on the ground by a few alcoholics.

The guests in the tavern did not panic at all, and the atmosphere was even more enthusiastic than before; they all formed a circle excitedly, shouting loudly while drinking.

"Beat! Fight! Kill him!"

"Don't be soft! Jump on... Yes! Just beat him in the head with that!"

"Hold your head! Hold your head! Are you stupid, ah! Ah yes yes yes... just do it just do it... **** him to death!"

...The atmosphere kept heating up amid the clamor of the crowd, and even many onlookers began to scuffle with each other because of a little bit of quarrel; with the shouting from wave to wave, the atmosphere in the tavern began to really reach its peak.

During the group fight, no one even noticed that a tall and thin figure had laid down two drunkards, threw down his trench coat and hat, quietly left the crowd, and squeezed into a position near the bar.

The bartender, who stood there silently wiping his glasses, put down his work, pushed open the door of the back kitchen with his head down, and left the tavern hall in tandem with Ian; the bartender who was still serving dishes immediately left. He stepped forward to take over his job, as if nothing had happened.

An Sen, who was lying in the corner, watched the whole process without saying a word.

In the picture in his mind, Ian, who had regained his original demeanor, followed closely behind the bartender, from the kitchen to the attic on the top floor of the tavern, which happened to be right above Anson.

There were two people in the attic sitting behind the curtains, watching the outside through the curtains while waiting; they were the two men in black who attacked them last night and escaped.

Ian, who walked to the door, did not rush to enter, but knocked on the door first, and opened the door after getting the corresponding code inside the house; the bartender who followed along sat on the stairs next to him and pretended to be asleep, monitoring the outside for the inside of the house.

"We've been exposed."

Ian, who had his back to the door, didn't even greet him, and said to the two very directly: "In order to gain Anson Bach's trust, I told him the location of this stronghold, and I promised to give him an answer at this time tomorrow."

"Despite that, and Ansen Bach didn't show any dissent, I still doubt he'll follow... We'd better be careful."

The three people's faces were covered with scarves, and with the deliberate control of their expressions, Anson could not judge what they were saying by the movements of his lips.

The Wild Hunt knight who used two knives couldn't hold back at first, and glanced out the window nervously: "Have you found him?"

"Just doubt." Ian shook his head:

"But almost all conjurers will learn one or two insight skills that are not easy to detect, and cooperate with their powerful distance sensing to respond to various emergencies; the failure of the mission last night can also prove this."

"But you can think I'm overthinking it, but prudence is better than mistakes... What do you think, Derek?"

Ian, who nodded slightly, turned his gaze to the Wild Hunt Knight, and the other party pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, as if restraining his anger.

The third man in black first looked at Derek, then turned to Ian:

"Did he agree to our terms?"

"No." Ian shook his head again:

"Anson Bach refused to let us leave Moby-Dick for no reason, presumably because we knew the identity of his spellcaster; for a promising Colonel Clovis, this is something that he must not be allowed to ignore by the outside world. Knowing secrets...even if it's a group of imperial people."

"Or, especially the imperial people."

The two nodded silently, as if to express their agreement with what Ian said just now.

"So he made another proposal." Ian raised his right index finger:

"Without leaving Moby Dick and under his watch, give us an official identity that can move freely within the colony without being affected or interfered with; the previous things are written off, and Philby and the others can also be released, And to return us the remains and relics of our dead comrade...at the cost of obeying the Legion's rules and occasionally doing errands for him."

The Wild Hunt knight leaned forward and expressed interest in Ian's words: "What official status?"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} "The Faithful Alliance."

Ian didn't look at him, but set his eyes on the other man in black: "He wants us to join the Faithful Alliance... The purpose is probably to spy on and control this religious organization led by the Universal Emperor to avoid breaking away from his Take control."

"Of course, it's more likely because it's more convenient to monitor us - the commander has been very cautious so far, and I can guarantee that he probably doesn't believe a word of what I've said so far."

"Surveillance, control, and occasional use... This is probably what he is thinking at the moment. It does not rule out that he will consider eradicating us completely after figuring out our strength and details."

The Wild Hunt Knight and the other man in black looked at each other, and the content of Ian's words just aroused their vigilance.

After a few seconds of silence in the attic, the man in black slowly looked back at Ian: "How much do you think he knows about our situation?"

"I don't know, and it's hard to judge."

Ian's expression became solemn because of the man in black's words: "He never revealed too much information, but only revealed that he knew that we were from the empire and had conflicts with the church... that's all."

"But you think he knows more?"

"Yes, especially when he caught Philby - I don't have any prejudice against Philby, but no one knows what kind of terrifying interrogation methods the garrison will use in order to dig more information out of his mouth. "

Before he finished speaking, the Wild Hunt knight's face showed a bit of anger, and Ian immediately interrupted: "Of course, this is only for the worst-case scenario, and the current situation requires us to do this."

"why?"

Still another man in black, raised his hand to stop the Wild Hunt Knight and looked at Ian.

"Because Anson Bach made a second request in addition to asking us to play for him... To be precise, it should be a test." Ian paused slightly, and lowered his voice even lower as he stepped forward. now:

"He asked us for information on the whereabouts of any volume of The Great Magic Book."

Um? !

The two had shocked expressions on their faces at the same time, and their eyes were a bit more fierce than before.

"...Except for the sixth volume, he only told me that the volume was in Clovis Cathedral, but judging from his expression at the time, it was very likely that he had already obtained it, or he already knew that the general content in it might not be what he wanted. "Ian said more and more seriously:

"If this is not the case, the usual old gods will not put the targets that have been identified in front of them to search for the remaining clues that cannot be confirmed at all - of course, this is only an inference."

"Could this be a test?" The man in black didn't look back~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but his lips moved obviously.

"It's very possible, and whether we give it or not, it will definitely cause him to be further vigilant and monitored." Ian nodded indifferently:

"I even suspect that The Great Magic Book is not his real purpose, but to further confirm our identity and origin... Anson Bach, he is probably the most gloomy person I have ever met."

"Are you sure about our identities?" The Wild Hunt knight's expression paused slightly, then raised his head suddenly:

"You're saying he already knew about Cressy..."

Before he finished speaking, the vigilant Wild Hunt knight immediately covered his mouth and held his breath under the eyes of his companions who could almost kill.

In the quiet attic, only the noise in the tavern below can be heard.

But Anson had "heard".

To be more precise, it's "seeing".

The Untrustworthy Knights, they are indeed related to the Crecy family!

Finally got the information he wanted most, An Sen no longer intends to stay... The other party realizes that he has revealed a flaw, and he will definitely determine the surrounding situation as soon as possible, and the possibility of continuing to stay exposed is extremely high.

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Anson suddenly curled up, retching through the crowd while retching, heading straight for the door of the tavern like a headless fly.

Outside the gate, the strong man who noticed Anson's figure showed an unexpected expression, and moved out of the way in disgust, for fear that his new shoes would be soiled by what he spat out of his mouth.

The staggering alcoholic turned his back to the lively tavern and disappeared on the port street where night fell.