I Will Be The Crowned King

In the brightly lit Beluga Harbour Council Hall, there was still a lively scene; men and women, well-dressed and well-behaved, laughed and laughed in the melodious music, enjoying the food and wine to the fullest.

But for most of the guests, such a precious occasion is not only an opportunity to temporarily put aside their worries and indulge in pleasure;

Everyone is a prey, and everyone is a hunter; and clever hunters often appear in the image of their prey.

At least in the eyes of Reinhard Roland, he is the most intelligent one.

Holding red wine and smiling gracefully and calmly, he wandered around the hall, pretending to be indifferent, and constantly having "random encounters" with representatives of various colonies.

Either being recognized, or introduced by a third party (of course, bought in advance), or accidentally encountered, or waiting hard-to-get... It has long been summed up in family training and countless actual battles. With rich experience, he has 10,000 ways to meet his target.

Relying on the name "Roland" and his modest conversation, Reinhard easily conquered the vast majority of colonial representatives and became a close friend of the other party.

As the president of the New World Company (Bank), Reinhard can easily become the second dazzling star of the whole banquet just by telling the other party his identity. All colonial representatives and businessmen who are in urgent need of investment and cash flow will flock to And to, he was surrounded by water.

But how can the barbecue that is delivered to your door voluntarily have the sweetness that you can hunt and kill yourself?

Louis Bernard may be the only exception. The two knew each other from the beginning, and Reinhard was technically a generation younger than the Adelaide heir... But this little episode could not spoil his good mood, What's more, the other party also took a loan of 200,000 gold coins from him.

In exchange, Newland acquired a quarter of the equity of Yangfancheng Shipyard; considering the future prospects of the shipbuilding industry, it was equivalent to buying a gold mine at a low price.

Reinhard, who was in a good mood, swayed the nectar in the cup, completely immersed in the environment created by the melodious music, completely ignoring the dark and snowy world outside the window, and fully enjoyed the joy of feasting and hunting.

In the lounge separated by a wall, the three "Former Wuxin Knights" members who were also invited to the banquet had completely opposite feelings.

Ian sat slumped on the sofa, his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and he exuded a strong sense of decadence from head to toe; the cigarette in the corner of his mouth flickered and disappeared, exuding a faint pale white smoke.

The two people sitting opposite him also lowered their heads, as if they were thinking about something in silence.

After a long time, Derek, who was sitting near the bed, seemed to feel cold; he stood up and was about to pull the thick curtains tighter.

"it's useless."

Just as he grabbed the curtains, Ian Clemens' indifferent voice sounded in the empty lounge:

"It wasn't an ordinary blizzard, but a precursor to the gravekeepers' actions... Their power and responsibilities limit their range of activities; only by temporarily opening the tomb and distorting the laws of nature can they gain a little freedom... Temporarily. "

"In other words, Beluga Harbor...or all the colonies...are already under the cover of the power of the Three Old Gods; no matter how much fire you build and the windows are blocked, you can't stop the erosion of ice and snow."

"Little by little... it will slowly twist the laws of nature until the final moment comes, and most people won't even realize what's going on."

"Even realizing that...it's not something we can fight."

"so what should I do now?!"

The Wild Hunt knight turned his head sharply, with an irritated expression on his face: "So we just do nothing and stay here and wait to die?!"

"Do not."

Karno said lightly: "This statement is too kind, and it is a luxury that we can't enjoy at all."

"Even if we consider the best results, we will probably become the Lord of the Abyss or the sacrifice of the Shadow Demon, the flesh will rot, and the soul and consciousness will be imprisoned in their domain until it naturally collapses."

"And this is the best result?!"

The Wild Hunt Knight collapsed: "If that's the case, why don't we escape from this ghost place as soon as possible?!"

"Then where do you want to escape?"

Depressed Ian smiled miserably: "If expected, the rest of the colonies are probably going through the same situation... After all, strictly speaking, the entire New World is the tomb of the Three Old Gods."

"As for escaping from the new world and returning to the mainland, this... Beneath the turbulent sea is the domain of the Lord of the Abyss; He will not let us... traitors."

"So it's a pity, but we simply have nowhere to run."

The former leader of the Wuxin Knights was biting the cigarette butt, and the flickering fire reflected the despair in his pupils.

It's a gamble.

In Ian's initial judgment, although the arrival of Anson Bach and the Rune family will break the balance of the new world, they can also be used as foreign aid for the Crecy family to a certain extent, so that the "gravekeeper" will not put them Used as cannon fodder that can be thrown away.

The change of things started when the Crecy family broke with Anson Bach.

Phil Crecy's ambition and madness far exceeded Ian Clemens' imagination. Under the crisis, he decided to try to reconcile with Anson Bach unilaterally and help him expel the Knights forces in Moby Dick. , so that both sides have a little leeway to maneuver.

Then... the Black Mage responsible for maintaining the Knights died, at the hands of Anson Bach; the three of them became traitors to the Knights, and they could only rely on each other's protection to prevent them from becoming underdogs.

Since then, there has been a steady stream of appearances, chasing and killing them and Anson Bach's remnants of the former Knights. In fact, Ian Clemens was relieved...because it shows that the Crecy family has really lost control of the Knights. Unable to pose any substantive threat, losing the Cressey family as the "leading party", the ignorant gravekeepers have no idea that they are facing the risk of exposing the land of rest to the orderly world.

But he made the wrong bet and lost all game.

The remnants of the knights that keep coming are just a pretense, a bait, a scout and a blindfold; the purpose is to make everyone ignore the constant and increasing aura of the Three Old Gods in the air.

Boiled frogs in warm water... by the time the seriousness of the matter is truly realized, it's too late.

"Then what should we do, really do nothing?"

The Wild Hunt Knight is still not ready to give up, the wildness endowed by the power of blood makes him not ready to wait for death, or a more tragic end than death: "At least tell Anson Bach of the situation and let him know the seriousness of the matter. Bar?"

Facing the question of their close friend, Ian and Sir Carnot looked at each other and sighed softly: "I thought about this...but I don't think it's a good idea."

"First, all the situation is still just my speculation, we do not have concrete evidence to prove that Beluga Harbor is gradually being polluted by the power of the three old gods; secondly, even if we tell him, we do not have any good solution. - Saying it is the same as not saying it."

"Finally... Talia Rune, Anson Bach's fiancée, is most likely a member of Clovis' most prestigious blood mage family; if the Rune family is infiltrating the new world, they can't be unaware What's going on in this land...it's not our turn to be reminded."

And too much disclosure of too much content will also cause the other party to pay too much attention, which is not good for himself who always wants to keep a low profile and avoid getting burned... This is what Ian is worried about.

"It makes sense, I think your judgment is completely correct."

In the silent lounge, the voice of a fourth person suddenly sounded.

The three people who were suddenly shocked raised their heads at the same time, and their stunned eyes turned to the direction of the voice - a figure wearing a faded bachelor's uniform and two **** eyes walked into the room at some point, and was sitting next to it!

"Based on my observation of Brigadier General Anson Bach, if you tell him this kind of information, then he will first pretend to have 100% trust, and then he will do his best to investigate and confirm the authenticity of the information. But these are not the most Importantly, because of this information, you will arouse his alertness, this commander-in-chief is really the type who is cautious to the smallest details."

"Considering your relationship with him, I don't think it's going to help you in any way—well, I'm done, can you all put down your weapons?"

William Gottfried slowly raised his eyes, glanced lightly at the long knife that was already on the sides of his neck and the point of the spear pointed at the heart, and said lightly towards the three people with different expressions.

"Who are you?"

Ian Clemens, biting a cigarette, frowned slightly and quickly glanced at the door next to him that was opened at an unknown time.

He was very sure that he did not hear the sound of the door opening, nor did he sense any aura approaching... In other words, the other party's concealment skills were even better than his own.

"Colonial Technical Advisor, former associate professor of St. Isaac's College, William Gottfried." A somewhat impatient look appeared on William's face:

"Do you have no ears or no eyes? This is the third time I've introduced myself since I came to the colony."

"So what, we haven't seen you before!" said the Wild Hunt Knight irritably.

"Ah...that's your problem, not mine."

William said it with a natural look, and knocked the blade on his neck impatiently again: "Can you please take this thing away? I'm not a soldier, I'm a scholar, I'm a scientist!"

"Sorry, William Gottfer...F..."

"Gotfried!"

"Associate Professor William Gottfried!"

Ian, who frowned, raised his hand and greeted Derek, who reluctantly put away his weapon: "We don't have any malicious intentions, but please clarify the purpose of the sudden appearance and why you know our Identity... was the commander-in-chief told you?"

"First of all, I don't have any purpose. This is the common room - you occupy the public space, and I still live in this council." William rubbed his neck, his indifferent eyes seemed to penetrate everything:

"Secondly, the 'commander-in-chief' you call me doesn't take me as a 'technical advisor' too seriously, let alone tell me this kind of information, so your worries are too much."

"Then who are you..."

"It's really very simple. I hate banquets, so I thought of taking a break here. I happen to know some of your secrets. It's that simple." William explained:

"As for the two things you want to figure out the most, why didn't you discover me and how did I know these secrets... Let's say I'm a runeologist, is that clear?"

"..."

Karno narrowed his eyes slowly: "Sorry, but you may have to explain it more clearly."

"I can, but that won't help you in any way." William shrugged, standing in front of him skillfully and gestured a "primitive rune":

"The power of the three old gods and... how the grave keeper of the land of rest, how to survive from their hands, that is your problem - it happens to be my problem too, we have the same goal."

Ian Clemens' pupils shrank slightly.

"No offense, but to me you look like a bunch of ants who are afraid of being accidentally stepped on by a human - afraid of something they can't do anything about because you have neither the strength to contend with nor the ability to communicate with it ."

"It's true that you talented people with the power of blood are powerful enough in front of ordinary people, but they can't be compared with the real evil gods, at least not yet... Just rely on yourself, you and thousands of Beluga people outside. The possibility of surviving this catastrophe can only be pinned on their compassion."

"In other words, zero."

William talked eloquently, as if he was completely unaware that he was surrounded by a group of armed thugs. The other party only needed to move a little to make him die silently without leaving a trace:

"Fortunately~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I am a person with excellent communication skills. If I am lucky, I may be able to figure out the real intention of the other party; but I can't do everything by myself, and I still need your help."

Saying that, he tried his best to look at the three of them from the sofa: "Excuse me, can I count on you?"

Ian bit his cigarette, looked at Karno and Derek respectively, then nodded slightly: "Of course, what do you need us to do?"

"Oh, it's not a particularly complicated thing, and ordinary people can do it; but it takes a lot of courage, perseverance, and unswerving perseverance to do it!"

For the first time, William Gottfried's expression became serious, and the black and purple dark circles shone with some indescribable brilliance:

"I just need you to do one thing, and that is..."

"Believe in science!"

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