I Will Be The Crowned King

"For a trusted collaborator, I know this is not the best way to meet; but to be honest, I didn't expect it to happen by chance - just when I was struggling with how to negotiate, you appeared."

There was a bit of surprise in Phil Cressey's voice, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. His actions were very similar to Ian Clemens, but more calm and natural:

"Perhaps there is something in the dark that is blessing all this, let us meet here... Your Honorable Commander-in-Chief, what do you think?"

You, an unbeliever, would actually ask me such a question as a devout believer in the Ring of Order... An Sen snorted coldly and smiled contemptuously, "I don't know, but it's definitely not the Three Old Gods."

Well, because they are already dead, they are buried in the new world.

"...You really are a funny person."

After a pause, Fer, who had a slightly stunned expression, smiled again: "But neither blessing nor curse can stop us, the Crecy family is willing to be an important help for you to defeat the empire - as long as it can block the empire and the Church of Order We are willing to pay any price for the minions reaching out to the new world."

"Any price?" An Sen raised the corners of his mouth:

"Then your collaborator needs a steam differential engine now. I wonder if the great Crecy family can get it?"

"The difference engine? Sorry, there's really nothing we can do about this." Phil Crecy laughed bitterly:

"Just the card of the "Great Book of Magic" has already cost the Crecy family a heavy price, and each card is stained with the blood of a family member and friend - I'm not exaggerating, you should know the same."

"But...although we can't get a difference engine, we do have a batch of translated content in our hands." Fair changed his words and said meaningfully:

"If it can shine in the hands of friends, it may be a good choice."

Facing the "temptation" of the Crecy family, Anson chose to remain silent, and there was a hint of helplessness in his narrowed eyes.

These remnants of the Faithless Knights... how much do you like to do this trick of "pre-sale"?

That's how Ian Clemens is. When it comes to the Crecy family, or...they are not afraid that the routine is too deep, and in the end they can't even find a customer who is willing to pre-sell?

Well, they're really not afraid.

After all, "The Great Magic Book" and St. Isaac's notes don't talk about the old gods, even if they are top-notch collections in the entire world of order; no matter how hard the seller's price is, no matter how much they are willing to do things, I'm afraid they have to buy it in the end. Announcing "I am a **", while willingly being tossed back and forth by them.

Of course, with the exception of the Church of Order, their "black fans" of St. Isaac usually grab them directly.

"Unfortunately, this part of the "Great Magic Book" that was transcribed is not in our hands right now."

Sure enough, Phil Crecy's face showed a look of pity, and he didn't leave any surprises: "For some unspeakable reasons, it is currently being kept in a Church of the Ring of Order in Sail City."

"It used to be an important stronghold of the Faithless Knights in Sail City, but it's not anymore; for the sake of concealment, we had to give up there, and our control over Sail City has also dropped a lot."

"Then what exactly do I have to do to get this "Great Magic Book", my friend Cressey?" Anson snorted softly:

"Take down Yangfan City?"

"Of course not. What's more important is that it means nothing to us - to take Yangfan City rashly, it is very likely to anger the empire immediately, and it will be too much of a loss."

Phil Crecy seemed to be unable to hear Anson's yin and yang, and still maintained his gentleness: "No, we need to divert the attention of the troops in the sailing city, especially the newly-promoted Colonial Chief Minister, away from the city. To be able to leave the colony completely."

"If there is such an opportunity, and a little bit of good luck, maybe we can solve that little trouble of church ownership and turn The Great Magic Book into your collection."

"Like I said, we have the same interests as yours in fighting against the empire, the difference is just the purpose."

To lure the Empire's armies beyond Sail City? That's it, it's in line with his next plan; if the empire really sits firmly in Yangfan City, those rebellious colonies will not feel the pressure and will not continue to move closer to themselves as an "outsider".

"I can attract the army of the Empire to the colonies outside Sail City, and even make it impossible for them to return for a while." Anson said without turning his head:

"The key is, how long do you need?"

"The longer the better!" Fair Cressy's eyes lit up:

"If you can, please strive for at least half a month - if you want to take away the "Great Magic Book", the best result must be to try not to cause any commotion, so it will take at least a few days to arrange the layout. Take it away without realizing it."

Well, so his real purpose is to infiltrate Yangfan City. The "Big Magic Book" is just released to let him attract the bait of the imperial forces in the city as soon as possible... This is also in line with the characteristics of underground organizations, all-pervasive, but in the face of unbridled and controlled The object can only remain lurking, waiting for an opportunity.

This should be the reason why the other party took the initiative to come to the door... Except for the storm division, there should be no second force in the new world that can force the imperial army to leave the country.

"May." Anson said:

"At the latest in early May, the Storm Division will begin to march westward, and there will be a series of preparations before that; if the Empire doesn't want to lose all its colonies within a month, they will definitely go out to meet them."

"I can't guarantee that all the troops will be able to leave the city of sailing, but as long as the Storm Division starts to move, their main force will inevitably move; within the scope of possible, I will try to continue the war for as long as possible; but this It's a war after all, and there are so many unpredictable circumstances that I can't promise too much."

"That's enough."

Phil Crecy said softly: "In this case, we will mobilize our staff to wait in the sailing city as soon as possible; once you have any information, you can contact me directly through Ian Clemens - he can decide if necessary. many things."

"On the contrary, if we have any vital information, or get some important item, it will also be shared with you through Ian Clemens."

"I can guarantee that unless you agree, he and several other members of the Faithless Knights will never leave Moby Dick."

Will not leave Beluga Harbor... So the Crecy family or the Faithless Knights also possess some kind of remote communication ability? Or are they sufficiently staffed and well-connected to be able to enter and leave the colony unnoticed under the surveillance of the Storm Division?

Seeing that Anson didn't ask any more questions, Phil Crecy was silent for a moment, took a half step back and smiled:

"Then... let's go here first for this meeting, Your Excellency Anson Bach."

"If necessary, please feel free to contact us; hopefully next time we can talk face-to-face in a more comfortable place... farewell."

When the voice fell, Phil took off his top hat and bowed to Anson's back, disappearing into the darkness.

It's not an exaggeration, but it really disappeared... With the help of the "power", Anson could clearly see the moment the other party was saluting and bowing, starting from the top hat, his body turned into some kind of "liquid", and it melted into it little by little. the surrounding darkness until it completely dissipated.

It looks similar to the [Undead Mist] of the magic spell, but there is no magical reaction, but also no sign of the power of blood from the opponent... No, even when he stood there, he was Not very clearly aware of his presence.

Is it some kind of special concealment technique? Speaking of the members of the Faithless Knights, except for the Wild Hunt Knight named Derek, they seem to be very good at this, probably because they have been hunted down by the Church of Order...

An Sen, who was guessing wildly in his heart, slowly put down the "dagger" revolver in his right hand, and by the way, put the grenade in his right sleeve back again.

If Phil Crecy dared to walk within seven steps just now, Anson would directly detonate the grenade and then rely on the "Smoke Man" to dodge the explosion, turn around and escape from the mine—to deal with this kind of person who is extremely good at concealment, he doesn't know when he will The hands-on type, this is a method that is not a solution.

Judging from the fact that the other party is always standing ten steps away from him, he has reason to think that the other party is likely to be aware of his "ideas"... So it can be concluded that at least temporarily, the other party still hopes to cooperate.

Taking a sigh of relief, Anson looked down at Joseph, the paralyzed militia leader, thinking about whether to take him out directly or wait until he wakes up naturally.

Judging from the appearance of the other party's dead sleep, it probably took a long time.

………………

Long Lake Town, City Council.

When the Storm Division received the fruits of victory and took advantage of the "friendly agreement" between Long Lake Town and Beluga Port to buy properties around and relocate factories and arsenals, the representatives of the various colonies were also not idle.

In a new world with sparsely populated areas, virgin forests everywhere, and a serious lack of infrastructure, long-distance travel is not only difficult but also dangerous; the result is that each colony, even if it belongs to the same empire, is highly independent from each other, and it is difficult to have too many connect.

Therefore, like this time, it is very rare for the representatives of various colonies to "get together"; even those who are not interested in the "Alliance Front" proposed by the Storm Division will still not miss the opportunity to negotiate with other colonies.

Coalition, confrontation, exclusion, threats, matchmaking... All kinds of "classic songs" that will appear in Osteria Palace or Xiaolong City are also staged in the city council of Long Lake Town.

With a few glasses of wine, the leather trade from Black Reef Port to Red Hand Bay may have been finalized. The beast slaves of Winter Torch City were "promoted" to miners of Changhu Town in the smog.

But compared to each other, what they really care about the most is the next plan of the Clovis people.

"No! I don't agree!"

The deafening roar exploded in the parliament hall, and the frightened representatives of the colonies stopped whispering, looking at the direction from which the sound came from with different expressions - the closed door of the smoking room.

"It's a fact, and it doesn't matter whether you agree with it or not, Chief of Staff Carl Bain!"

This time the delegates finally heard clearly, the voice was Lieutenant Colonel Fabien: "The fact is that if we don't deploy the army, the safety of the liberals in the colonies will not be guaranteed at all, because the empire will definitely support the loyalists among them and completely eradicate them. Resist the power of their tyranny!"

"Even if this is true, even if the empire will really carry out **** and brutal massacres, it does not mean that we can do the same to our allies!" Carl Bain's voice was mixed with anger:

"If we also send troops to our allies' cities, monitor their every move, and even ask them to obey our orders, then what's the difference between us and the Empire?!"

"We're not trying to monitor, we're protecting them from killing each other!"

"Then can you guarantee that they will think the same way, you still don't trust our friend!"

"I trust -- I repeat, I absolutely trust them! But trust doesn't mean I don't care about anything; Major Carl, don't you just let it go when you see your friend in danger?!"

"Of course not, Lieutenant Colonel Fabien! But I won't force him back without explaining a word, because that's only counterproductive."

Carl's roar grew louder and louder: "Just think about it, what would you think if I forcibly stopped you every time you were trying to do something?!"

"It's very simple, I will think it is wrong to do so, but I will still abide by it." Fabian is still rude:

"You are the chief of staff, I am the commander of the infantry regiment, your words are orders to me; I am a soldier~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Soldiers must obey orders!"

"Very well, Captain Fabian, then I will officially tell you now that I do not agree with your proposal to send troops to other colonies, and I will not hand it over to the commander-in-chief for a formal discussion at the military conference-- This is an order, repeat, this is an order!"

"You are arguing!"

"No, I'm preventing you from doing an extremely dangerous thing, something that will make us all, and even the whole new world, forever!"

"but……"

"boom!"

Just as all the colonial representatives were concentrating on "eavesdropping" on the outside of the smoking room, and the audience was dead silent, there was a sudden loud noise from the main entrance of the hall behind them.

Everyone looked back and found a panting cavalry lieutenant leaning on the door frame, out of breath holding up a scroll soaked in sweat:

"Where are Lieutenant Colonel Fabien and Chief of Staff Karl?! I have to see them immediately!"

"The latest information... just sent from the front... The imperial army has arrived at Grey Dove Castle, surrounded and blocked all roads, strongholds and important buildings around the city, and has also attacked the liberals in the city..."

"A massacre unfolded!"

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