I Will Be The Crowned King

Chapter 40 I am sincere

Cold, tired, weak, confused.

It was the tavern owner—all that Philby felt right now.

This feeling is almost exactly the same as when you came to the colony many years ago and was thrown into the sea by the captain because of smuggling; it was an endless abyss and bone-chilling ice; It's getting farther and farther from itself, falling into darkness.

In the end, even consciousness is swallowed up, blurred, dimmed, and dissipated.

That guy... The **** who calls himself 'Fabien'... smells like a guard... gave himself some weird... decoction... made himself sleepy to death... but... couldn't sleep...

This feeling is almost more painful than being whipped and splashed with hot water in the ice and snow.

The other party didn't even need to do anything... With his extremely lucid sanity and inescapable sleepiness, combined with the claustrophobic and cramped environment of the interrogation room, he only needed ten minutes of silence to drive him crazy.

"are you asleep?"

A voice suddenly sounded in the darkness, and Philby, who was panting in a low voice, was shocked. His bloodshot eyes on his pale face were instantly rounded, and the eyes that were too protruding always made people feel that they would fall out in the next second.

"It's you?!"

He stared at Anson Bach who was sitting in front of him, his weak and hoarse voice couldn't hide the surprise and anger in his tone.

"it's me."

Sitting on a chair with a glass of rum, Anson, who was leisurely smoking a pipe, looked up and down at Philby, who was tied to the chair like a zongzi by a chain.

"What do you want to do?!" Philby's tone became panicky again.

"You're...it's very strange to ask."

An Sen put down his pipe and said indifferently, "What do I want to do? Obviously killing the soldiers and causing a commotion made me almost want to bombard the port and block the whole city, isn't it you?"

"But I've said everything I can say..." Philby said weakly:

"We did everything... It was just an accident... Just a moment of excitement... Mistake... We didn't want to be your enemy... It was just... just a..."

"Accident?" An Sen looked at him coldly:

"I do not think so."

Philby opened his eyes feebly, his parted lips trembling slightly.

"A group of talented people who have awakened the power of blood... If you are in the mainland, you can easily get a stable job or even a title; but you have appeared in the colony as an ordinary immigrant."

"It's not going to be easy for us to..."

"Yes, because you are a group of traitors and rebels." Anson interrupted directly:

"The empire has a very high tolerance for the talent awakened by the power of blood. Even street murder can be forgiven. There is almost no law that can convict the knights - except for treason."

Philby's eyes narrowed.

Regarding the defection from the empire, he did not reveal a word to Fabian. In this case, the other party could only be from...

"What your friend told me was the one who was hiding in the corner of the tavern at the time." Anson played with the wine glass in his hand:

"Remember his name is..."

"Se...well..."

Philby, who was gnashing his teeth, almost collapsed from his teeth one by one.

"Don't blame him, he was forced to tell us." Anson didn't forget to comfort the other party:

"I think you should be able to guess... From being arrested here until now, the two of you have no chance of colluding to confess, and we can use the method of constant interrogation to get information from your respective mouths, and then talk to each other. This is not... difficulty."

An Sen, who was smoking a pipe, put down the wine glass in his hand, took out a notebook from his arms, and gently opened it in front of the other party. It was the interrogation of Fabian and Carl, and the two confessions recorded by the little secretary:

[The Knights of No Faith, an underground group composed of local defectors, most of the members are talented people who have awakened the power of blood, believe in the ring of order belief is just a lie imagined by the church, sympathize with the indigenous people of the New World, the main economic The sources are small industries, private guards, mercenaries...]

Phil's face was ashen.

Anson quietly observed his expression, took a sip of rum, and was not in a hurry at all.

Carl and Fabian have already done what they should say and do; they only need to wait for the other party's will to completely collapse and cry for mercy, for example...

"What exactly do you want?"

Philby repeated the question again, but without the confidence he had just now.

Pushing aside the diary, An Sen, leaning on the table with his elbows, leaned in front of him, and said sincerely:

"I want to help you."

"Help us?!"

"I think the Knights of No Faith is a very good organization, especially in helping the weak; and although you no longer believe in the Ring of Order, but you are both talented, I still want to believe that you are not that kind of extreme thinking and doing things. Extreme small groups."

In order to make the other party feel his sincerity, Anson deliberately slowed down his speech so that the other party could hear every word he said in detail:

"Because you didn't plan it deliberately, and you paid the price, I can let go of what happened this time, and I can even give you the legal status to act above and above the colony."

Um? !

Philby's expression seemed to think he was hallucinating.

But he knew better that it was impossible for the other party to release kindness for no reason:

"Then... what's the price?"

"I want to know how many organizations like you are in Beluga, and who are the funders behind you." Anson was quite frank.

It is impossible for any group to have no source of income, and for an organization dominated by talents, it is impossible to maintain a "Knight Order" by relying only on taverns and mercenaries with unstable income.

Therefore, Anson is very sure that there must be funders behind the other party as their main source of income, in exchange for the "services" they provide at important times.

Desperately opening his bloodshot eyes, Philby's expression seemed a bit complicated:

"The funders...you know who we are, it's impossible not to know their names."

"Yes, I know." Anson didn't hide it at all:

"But I still want you to tell me."

"Of course, if you think the question is more difficult to open, you can tell me the other one first - don't deny it, because I can find this one as well."

"If you don't even want to say this... Then I must regret to say to you that in less than three months, Bishop Ripper and his Faithful Alliance will kill all the natives in the city, and the whole white whale will be killed. The port will become a sea of ​​fire."

"Within four months, half the population of the Ice Dragon Fjord colony will die, and a quarter of the towns and farms will burn to the ground."

Anson said lightly, as if he was telling a story that was far away from him.

"Why did you do this..." Philby was about to ask when he realized that he had been fooled.

"I didn't do anything - even if I didn't intervene, Bishop Ripper would still form the Faithful Alliance, and it would be more extreme than it is now; what's more, even in order to maintain superficial stability, it is necessary to support the belief in the Ring of Order."

"Don't forget, Ice Dragon Fjord is a colony of the Clovis Kingdom. I am the garrison commander appointed by the Royal Army; as a commander, my task is not only to maintain the security and stability of the colony."

Anson's expression gradually became cold: "If you are willing to cooperate, I can also think of ways to protect 'heretics' like you, but if you don't, um..."

"If you have to kill half of the colony, you can keep the King Clovis flag flying over the Ice Dragon Fjord... I think the mainland will not refuse - you will not send an infantry division to the mainland because of the mainland. Colonies, just to beware of empires?"

Philby's pupils were trembling.

"Are you... blackmailing?"

"Threats? No no no... You misunderstood." Anson showed a kind smile again:

"It doesn't matter which result is the same for the native land, the Austerian royal family and the Privy Council don't care about the life and death of the colony; they only care that the annual shipments of timber, coal, ores and sea production cannot grow steadily."

"If the riots in Beluga Harbor finally get out of hand, then I must find a way to make up for the deficit caused by the turmoil; if the conflict can be eased even a little within a controllable range, there is still room for negotiation."

"In order to maintain the unity of the colony, the Faithful Alliance must exist; in order to ensure that the cultists do not kill all the natives and infidels of the colony, they must find a more suitable enemy and turn the rest into 'OK' Tolerated friends'...get it?"

Speaking of this step, Anson is basically showing his cards to the opponent.

Philby's expression was painful.

The "sober potion" that Fabien poured into him was very effective. Even though he had just experienced twenty-seven hours of uninterrupted high-intensity interrogation, he was exhausted from **** to mental exhaustion, and he still couldn't fall asleep.

Of course, that potion was actually obtained by Fabien from a kind lady in the name of "in the service of Commander Anson Bach"...but he had to know that.

The most painful thing for Philby was that he had to betray someone.

The Knights of No Faith... It was the first self-deprecating name for these "traitors of the empire", who abandoned their families and beliefs, longing for a new start in the colony, hoping that this would be an extra-legal place that would not be restrained.

Their dreams have come true...only at first, of course.

The beliefs of the indigenous people in the New World are very chaotic, but they are not very exclusive of outsiders. To a certain extent, they even welcome the colonists of Beluga Harbor, bringing them novel civilizations and commodities. The exchanges between the two sides are very harmonious.

Only at the beginning.

So these "traitors" who have abandoned their faith began to call themselves the Knights of the Faithless, serving both sides; they would protect the safety of the colonies and serve the native employers - even if they knew that the other party was 100% someone Followers of the evil gods.

This state goes on for so long that they feel like they can go on forever.

Of course, it's not that they can't feel the smell of gunpowder in the air... The expansion of the colony and slave capture will inevitably anger the indigenous people, and the colonists can't tolerate so many aliens who believe in evil gods around them.

After all, even if there are old gods among the colonists, they are an absolute minority compared to the huge Ring of Order believers; and in order to maintain unity in an unfamiliar environment, even those who were not very religious will become fanatical.

Despite this, Philby is still working hard for the peaceful coexistence of the two sides, and the pub on Teapot Street is one of them; although it is only a small place, it allows both discriminated Aboriginals and newcomers to live in Find a temporary shelter in the coldest winter.

Unfortunately, he can only do so much.

"There is a belief group among the indigenous people in Beluga Harbor, and they have a more extreme view that the towns and farms of Beluga Harbor and Ice Dragon Fjord are all cities built on the bodies of the indigenous people...their compatriots. "

"They see the colonists as blood-sucking parasites, and Beluga Harbor is a wound that has been forcibly torn open, and the wealth that belongs to them is endless, drained from their hands like blood."

"If we don't kill all of us colonists from across the sea, the whole new world will become a huge corpse, and we... will build a kingdom of death on the corpse."

Philby, who spoke softly ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ desperately opened his already aching eyes.

"Well, it is indeed a very extreme concept, which is completely unrealistic-especially ignoring the contribution of the colonists to the economic development of the New World." Anson sipped his rum:

"Any more?"

"Although they are a religious group, their beliefs are relatively divided, and they believe in three evil gods at the same time; hehe...just like our old gods." Philby, who had a splitting headache, raised the corners of his mouth, and the smile he tried so hard to maintain looked hideous. Incomparable:

"The number of this organization is not large, but it is very widely distributed, almost including the port and all the surrounding farms, and it is extremely united. It is very vigilant to the outside world, especially us colonists, and it does not completely trust its own people."

"If there is an accident, such as being caught by the enemy, they will use every opportunity to commit suicide, and they will definitely smash their heads...because they believe that their souls reside in their heads."

Anson picked the corners of his eyes: "Like you did that time?"

"Which time?" Philby was startled.

"nothing!"

Anson immediately stopped talking, pushed the glass in front of him, picked up the confession on the table, got up and left: "The trial is over - tell Fabien, from now on, let him meet all your needs except that you can't leave. !"

"Everything...but I haven't told you our sponsor is..."

"It's useless!"

In Beluga Harbor, there is money to be able to afford an armed organization composed of talented people, and a guy who can hide so much that no one knows about it...

In addition to the local richest man Weizler family, can there be a second one?

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