I Will Be The Crowned King

Early in the morning, An Sen, who was lying in bed, woke up from his sleep very naturally and opened his eyes.

At 5:30, Beluga Harbour is still immersed in darkness, and there is still at least an hour and a half before the first ray of morning light that illuminates the horizon; Then "get serious about how enjoyable it is to sleep" time.

But today, my state seems to be a little different. There is no sleepiness at all, and my whole body is very energetic; I am full of energy, like drinking half a liter of black coffee, but not so excited. The muscles all over my body are very relaxed, like soaking in a hot spring Got the whole massage.

What's going on... I didn't fall asleep until at least one o'clock last night, plus it was a banquet and a life-and-death game, so waking up at twelve o'clock and fifteen o'clock was the norm.

At this moment, Anson, who was alert, suddenly realized that he seemed to have no memory of his memory after leaving the Weizler Mansion.

He quickly got up from the bed, and then somehow felt a little...

cold.

He slightly lifted the quilt, and swept his rational and calm gaze downward.

Well, my clothes are missing.

"Anson, are you awake?"

Gentle voices rang in his ears, and Talia, who was holding a dinner plate, walked towards him with a smile.

The nervous Anson was stunned, Talia, who was wearing a nightgown, walked directly to the bed, placed the small table-like plate directly in front of him, and chuckled softly and kindly: "Eat it while it's hot, It's all made by me."

"You... with your own hands?"

Anson hasn't recovered yet.

"Of course." Talia nodded lightly and winked at him:

"Do not believe?"

"how come?!"

An Sen, who woke up suddenly, categorically denied himself, and hurriedly squeezed out a smile: "I just think that you are really... good."

"Talia is Anson's fiancee, these are all things Talia should do." The girl shook her head slightly and pushed the dining table towards Anson:

"Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

"thanks."

An Sen replied embarrassedly but politely, and at the same time pulled the quilt up: "...Aren't you going to eat?"

"Talia has already eaten it, ah... If you can, I suggest you try this bowl of oatmeal first, with some spices unique to the Rune family added to it, I hope Anson likes it."

"Okay...Okay, I'll pay attention."

Under Talia's attentive and tender gaze, Anson enjoyed the most stressful breakfast he had ever had in his life.

In all fairness, the girl's cooking skills are quite good: the simple mashed potatoes are stewed with a soft and glutinous mouth, and it is no problem to use a simple salty sauce as a side dish before dinner; the grilled sausages are sizzling and tender. Oil flowers, cut into small pieces and refreshing cucumbers and roasted garlic are strung together, which will not make people feel greasy at all.

It is paired with a soft-hearted egg that Anson has never seen since waking up in Fort Thunder - Clovis people who have no talent in food, only make eggs into boiled eggs, half-boiled egg paste and fried eggs. ——It's beautiful like coming home.

As for the oatmeal with "mysterious spice", it was exactly as the girl said - mellow and warm milk, soaked soft glutinous oatmeal, it was unforgettable.

After eating breakfast and washing up, Talia prepared a new set of neat and well-fitting clothes; although it looked a little bright and didn't fit Anson's aesthetic, he had to acquiesce to the other party's kindness.

When the sun rose to illuminate the curtains, Anson and Lisa, who had changed into new clothes, said goodbye to each other in front of the master bedroom door and left this room full of comfort and warmth.

It wasn't until he left the stairs on the second floor that he suddenly felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

With a slightly inexplicable emotion, Anson walked through the corridor on the first floor and came to Alan Dawn's room.

The current junior clerk is not only Anson's personal secretary and accountant, but also "concurrently" the logistics and administrative chief of the Storm Division, the garrison's negotiator for the church, and the steward (temporarily)...

Even in order for him to handle the increasing workload due to his title, Anson had to prepare a special room for him; the little clerk took a fancy to the small living room on the first floor of the headquarters near the hall; spacious enough to be used as a study, and far from The hall and his own bedroom are very close, which is very convenient.

The lighting in the room is not very good, but there is not much sunny weather in Beluga Harbor in winter, so darkness is not a problem for the time being.

When Anson opened the door and entered, the young secretary who also woke up early was sitting behind the desk, holding a magnifying glass to carefully observe the rifle placed in the center of the desk, and next to it was a book entitled "Saints Calendar Eighty-nine Years" Overview of the Coat of Arms and half a cup of cold coffee.

"Mr. Anson Bach, good morning!"

Seeing the figure walking into the door, the slightly surprised young secretary immediately put the magnifying glass aside: "Are you okay, I remember you came back very late yesterday."

"I'm fine." Anson smiled unnaturally, pointed to the rifle left by the man in black on the table and said, "How is the inspection, can you determine the source of this weapon?"

"Of course you can—in fact I recognized Miss Lisa Bach when she brought it." The little clerk blurted out:

"This is a relatively new type of steam rifle, and it belongs to a special modified version. The scientific name is Saint-Pierre II high-pressure steam gun in the 90th year of the Saint calendar. It has a new type of steam canister. The range is up to seven hundred meters."

"Ordinary Saint-Pierre type I needs to be loaded with bullets, but type II is specially customized for some talents who have the power of the blood of the wind knight; no ammunition is required, and the power of the shot is completely controlled by myself, a skilled talent They can even do 20 to 30 rounds per minute, or a shot that approximates the power of three to eight pounds of solid bullets."

"This weapon was specially developed by the 'Ivory Tower Research Institute' at the headquarters of the Church of Order for the Knights of Judgment in the 83rd year of the Saint Calendar. It provided the Knights with a standard weapon with excellent performance and durability. At that time, in addition to steam Airbrush, optional items include thunder shotgun, incendiary launcher, knight's sword and gun..."

Looking at the chattering little secretary, Anson's smile froze on his face.

"...Although it is said that the knights' swords and guns are more welcome within the ruling knights, but because of the cost and difficulty of training, the steam spray gun was finally chosen as the standard equipment of the knights." The little secretary concluded briskly:

"That's roughly the situation. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"……oo."

An Sen raised his right index finger, his movements were a little stiff: "Since you knew it at the time, why didn't you say it at the time?"

"I'm sorry, but when Miss Lisa Bach brought it, she said that I must "observe carefully" before telling her or you." The little secretary paused and looked at Anson with some embarrassment:

"So after a night of careful observation, I came to the exact same conclusion as before."

Anson Bach: "..."

Well, this is my own problem.

"In addition, there are indeed some new discoveries." The little secretary pointed to the coat of arms on the **** and said:

"Normally, knights of the Order of Judgment do not engrave symbols on the stock of the gun, because this is where each gun is marked with the troop number; its owner should have repainted the barrel. , and engraved this coat of arms on it."

"There is only one possible way to do this. Its owner is not a member of the Knights of Judgment."

An Sen nodded slightly: "If not, what should I do to get a steam gun?"

"There are only two ways - the members of the Knights can escape from the battle, or kill a knight of judgment." The little secretary said without hesitation:

"The Order of the Knights is very strict in the management of weapons. The use of each weapon and equipment requires approval and application at various levels. Only when the Knight Commander level performs tasks alone, can bypass the troops and receive equipment alone with only two approvals. ."

"I prefer the second."

"Oh, why?" Anson asked.

"The rifling of the barrel is badly worn, and the steam tank is poorly maintained. It's not like what a trained adjudication knight would do." The little clerk gave the answer:

"In addition... it's the coat of arms on the **** of the gun."

"The Ring of Order is connected by three golden long swords. The owner of this coat of arms is the Cressey family of the Duchy of Adelaide. It has a history of 600 years and is one of the oldest families in the Adelaide area. ; there have been many famous admirals and adventurers."

"Edland?"

Hearing the name of the place, An Sen raised his eyebrows involuntarily.

"They are one of the three most powerful families in the Duchy of Edland... once." The little secretary opened the "Saints Calendar 89 Years Coat of Arms Overview" on the table and pointed to Anson:

"In the era of sectarian division, this family was also one of the most staunch members of the Ecumenical Church, leading the fleet to confront the Church, the Emperor, and the Clovis Navy many times; in the famous 'Battle of the Maelstrom', it blocked the combined fleet led by the Church. Pursuing them, some of the Universal Emperors successfully escaped from the mainland and came to the New World."

"It is worth mentioning that there is a member of this family who seems to have a very good relationship with St. Isaac; it is recorded in the church archives that he joined the Supreme Being of the Qiuzhen Sect led by St. Isaac as a universal religious sect. A level research organization, the Truth Society."

"The ninety-fifth year of the saint's calendar, which was the year of the Beigang riot... The Crecy family was found to be secretly studying blood magic in secret. At that time, the Archduke Edland and the emperor had to cooperate with the church and rounded up them. As a result, the Imperial Fleet on the front line lost an important naval commander, and the task of blocking the port had to be carried out by the fleets of the three North Sea countries."

"Because it is in the relatively remote Duchy of Edland, the task of rounding up the Kresi family was basically handed over to the master of Edland... The Bernard family was in charge, and the final report concluded that the former heir of the Bernard family, Kroger Bell Ser Na is in charge of rooting out the remnants of the Blood Mage."

"He used his famous great sword to behead all the remaining fifteen members of the Crecy family, piled their bodies in a pile in the house, and burned them to ashes with whale oil."

"Obviously, he didn't clean it up completely." The little secretary shook his head regretfully.

No, he should have done it on purpose, or made some kind of deal with the blood mages of the Crecy family... Recalling the ferocious figure wielding a big sword in Thundercastle, Anson's face was a little unnatural.

Does this mean that the Faithless Knights are related to the Crecy family who pursue blood magic, or is it a relationship of mutual subordination? Or will they choose to abandon their faith, because this family is wanted by the church?

"So you think the owner of this gun is most likely related to the Cressey family wanted by the church?"

"According to the current clues, this should be the most reasonable inference." The little secretary said solemnly:

"Although the coat of arms of the Crecy family belongs to the category of 'popular' and not too distinctive, apart from the surviving family members, there should be no one carrying a traitor from the church and the old **** family around. "

"That's right, it really won't."

An Sen nodded solemnly, subconsciously pressed the Rune family ring hidden in his chest, and quickly changed the subject:

"Do you need anything else?"

"Need it?" The little secretary thought for a moment, then looked at An Sen strangely:

"Do you have any other physical evidence that needs to be sourced, or information to check?"

"No, I mean yourself." Anson pointed to the room: "Is there anything you lack or want?"

"Myself?"

The little secretary was stunned: "Master Anson Bach, you have already paid me a salary, you don't need to give me anything more."

"But I'm happy to give it." Anson chuckled:

"This is a gift~www.wuxiamtl.com~ to reward you for your hard work and dedication."

"Oh this...the ring of order is on...you...you are so kind." The little secretary suddenly lit up, his expression a little excited:

"I... can I do anything I want?"

"Of course, it must be something I can afford."

Anson smiled and shrugged.

"Yes!" He pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, his restless hands clenched into fists for a while, then hid again, and kept looking around.

After a while, the little secretary who lowered his head raised his embarrassed eyes and asked cautiously, "Can I...can I have a pair of glasses?"

"Glasses?" Anson was a little surprised:

"Of course you can, are you myopic?"

"Oh, if that's the case, it might not be so troublesome." The little secretary corrected him:

"The fact is just the opposite. I can't see things that are closer, but I can see things farther away. I can see your face clearly at this distance, but I can't see it any closer."

Anson Bach: "...farsighted?"

He tried his best to hold back, but finally didn't say the word "presbyopia".

"Exactly! Lord Anson Bach, your words are very accurate."

The little secretary praised: "According to the usual habits of the Clovis people, I thought you were going to say presbyopia!"

Anson Bach: "..."