I Will Be The Crowned King

After a full quarter of an hour, An Sen, who had just woken up from a coma, finally understood the current situation and his current situation.

First of all, although I don’t know where I am around, I am definitely not in Beluga Harbor, but I should still be in the land of the New World – Norula clearly mentioned that she must go to the Land of Rest, so it should not be the Old World or other continents.

Secondly, he may have crossed, but not completely; his name is still "Anson", except for the clothes on his body, regardless of memory, skills or appearance, he still retains the state before his coma - including Lisa in her own state The one that came up on the forehead.

Even the things on his body are not bad, and they lie quietly in their pockets according to their habitual positions. The only difference is that the original worn-out officer's coat has become a black robe similar to the old-fashioned empire style. .

As for the middle-aged man in front of him with chestnut hair and emerald eyes, who looks to be in his 40s and calls himself "August, the Second Instructor of Shining Star City", he also wears the exact same robe, but it is obviously more than his own. The fit, material and pattern are also significantly more sophisticated.

On the other hand, his own time-travel seems to have the characteristics of "soul time-travel", because the guy in front of him is not surprised by his existence, and he looks very familiar, and he affectionately calls himself "Ansen" or ""Anson". Brethren", or "Anson Bach Fellow" in seriousness.

According to him, he and he were the "representatives of the Religion" of Brightstar City and were invited to the Holy Land "Boridim" to participate in an important research project.

Among them, Bright Star City is a very old seaside city with developed trade, strong religious atmosphere and dense population. The scale of the local True God sect is one of the largest in the world; and "Boridim" was born in recent decades. The new city, but because of the special geographical location and the settlement of a large number of believers, it has become a holy place in the hearts of the believers.

Either way, Anson was pretty sure he hadn't heard of it.

As for the so-called order and the "true god", it is easy to understand, because Augustus shouted "Praise the Primordial Ring" the first time he woke up, and also made a standard old gods school prayer posture.

In other words, I am now in a world where the belief in the Three Old Gods prevails. If there is no error in the records of the Ring of Order, it means that I may have returned to the earliest "Dark Ages" thousands of years ago.

These are the contents that Anson obtained through various side-by-side tests and repeated trials after he woke up from a coma; and why he asked so many "things he should know", Ansen gave a very simple reason: he lost his memory.

Such an old-fashioned explanation did not cause Augustus the slightest doubt, and he also expressed considerable understanding and even sympathy.

"Regardless of research or evolution, magic is always a very dangerous existence for us. Even today, no one dares to claim to be able to absolutely avoid accidents; it would be better to say that 'accidents' have long been accustomed to us true **** believers. something."

In the warm room, August leaned on a couch sofa and smiled at Anson, who was still a little nervous: "But I think your amnesia should only be temporary, take a good rest, and talk to him more. If you talk to the people around you, you should be able to slowly return to normal."

"I hope, I hope order...the ring of primordial blessings!"

Pretending to be nervous, An Sen gave a wry smile and almost chanted the wrong prayer. He sat very cramped across from him, looking around constantly from the corner of his eyes: the room was quite small, except for two sofa-like lengths. There are chairs, a small coffee table, a dining table, a wine cabinet and a wardrobe, plus the top cabinet that resembles a luggage rack, and there are no other furnishings.

Of course, the so-called small is also a relative term, if this is the box of a steam train or ship, it is simply luxurious - and it really looks like a box.

"But... I'm still very worried about my amnesia, which may bring a lot of trouble to the next work." Anson deliberately worried:

"Because I really don't remember anything now... To be honest, I'm even a little panicked now. I don't even have a concept of where this place is, and I don't even have the slightest impression!"

An Sen's voice was a little hurried, his pupils were a little bit dilated, his body was cramped and at the same time he remained a little tense, ready to get up and leave at any time.

The above actions are all the tricks mentioned by Fabian. As the deputy commander of the former guards officer, he has unique experience in distinguishing between real panic and false amnesia. "Never pick and miss.

In his words, people with sudden amnesia will fall into agitation and panic, especially fear of talking to people, but this kind of excitement and panic is not disguised by ordinary people, the kind of state that desperately wants others to know that they have amnesia, The two have subtle but clear differences in body language and emotional responses.

So as long as you control your body language, you can basically hide from most eyes... Judging from the other party's reaction, Fabian's teaching has been very successful so far.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about this, I will take it into consideration when you wake up." August waved his hand:

"That's right, after we arrive in Boredim, we can suspend work and ask the other side to rest for a few days; you can use this time to wander around and familiarize yourself with the environment; even if you can't restore your memory immediately, it should be helpful for you to integrate into work. Not a small help."

"But, if this is the case, will it delay your research?"

An Sen still looked uneasy, his sincere eyes filled with self-blame.

"Oh, my dear Anson, you are such a thoughtful and good man."

Seeing his worried look, August couldn't help laughing: "Don't forget, it was they who invited us, not the other way around... To be honest with you, I have no idea whether I should accept this job or not. Sure."

"The opportunity to work at Boredium is really tempting, but it also means a lot of freedom; if they hadn't offered it up, it would have been difficult for me to make such a determination."

"All in all, we have plenty of choices in this matter. If it really doesn't work, we can go back to Shining Star City to continue our previous research. We don't need to be afraid of Boredim..."

August suddenly paused, and then smiled in surprise: "Wait, we seem to have arrived."

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head, stretched out his right hand towards the oil painting on one side of the wall, and snapped his fingers "crack!"

A little curious, An Sen slowly looked sideways, and the center of the gilt frame, which occupied most of the wall, suddenly began to fade away, replaced by a cold, endless snow-white.

The frigid wind engulfed the snowflakes the size of goose feathers flying all over the sky, dyeing everything in the field of vision into pure snow, sending a furious howl to the whole world.

And at this moment, they are driving fast in this endless snowstorm world... Looking down along the edge of the picture frame, it is a square road that continues to extend in the snowstorm, and you can still see the galloping road ahead faintly. horseshoe.

Wait, so it's actually a... wagon? !

An Sen's pupils shrank slightly, and in the snowstorm, he vaguely saw the outline of a mountain top, and immediately recalled a strange dream in his mind.

Difficult, could it be that...

"The holy city of the true God believers, the eternal resting place of the three true gods, Boredim." August's words sounded leisurely aside:

"For the future grand plan of the true **** believers, a unique holy place built with countless resources and strengths - whether the evolutionaries who follow the path of the three true gods can win the future will be seen here for the first time."

Anson pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, trying to pretend to be shocked to hide his true emotions and avoid any abnormality being discovered by August.

"I once saw Boredim's paintings from a friend, but...it seems his painting skills are as superficial as his knowledge of blood magic, and it doesn't capture the essence of this city on a hill. "

August didn't seem to notice Anson's anomaly at all, staring intently at the city standing on top of the mountain in the blizzard: "He painted the city like a gorgeous palace, but in fact... This is a tomb."

"A big, majestic, icy tomb."

With infinite melancholy Auguste sighed and asked without warning, "Anson, what do you think?"

"Um?"

"Do you think this city is like a palace, a tomb, or... something else?"

"I……"

Anson, who opened his mouth, paused, and saw something vaguely from the other party's subtle expression; so after a few seconds of silence, he replied tentatively, "I think it's more like... a kind of fire."

"Oh, that's an interesting explanation." August twitched the corners of his mouth:

"You've always been the more perceptive of the two of us. There must be something more original."

"There's nothing too original, it's just random thoughts." An Sen hid back subconsciously, and went further and further in his "amnesia" acting career:

"The three true gods have left us, and the believers of the true gods have lost the beacon to guide the direction. In order to continue the big plan, they built such a city. It looks like a traveler in the dark, trying to save the last bit of the body. Tinder."

"It's not because it can lead the way, or it can really bring you a bright future; it's purely because it represents the last little bit of hope; as long as it is there, it can light up a little way, even if the future is endless darkness. "

Anson raised his head and carefully observed August's expression.

From the conversation between the two and his own observations, he has basically determined two facts - first, the three old gods are dead, but it seems that it is not a broken thing for the spellcasters, or it has changed. It has become the default status quo.

Second, the so-called "Boridim" is the land of rest in the mouths of Talia and all the old gods, the tomb of the three old gods - but now it seems to be a holy place for spellcasters, a similar The place of the Holy See of the Church of the Ring of Order.

"The endless darkness... If this is the end of the evolutionary people, even if they hold the last bit of fire, how much meaning does it mean?"

August murmured, as if asking Anson, but also asking his own heart.

"Sometimes, evolution is really a confusing thing. We desperately pursue perfection, but what can be called a truly perfect existence? We try to make ourselves as strong as possible, but any strength is There is a price to be paid.”

"Even the true gods can't avoid the ending of failure. Can we really achieve extraordinary things when we are mediocre?"

"Look at that city, magnificent and magnificent; but if we really have a way to solve the problems left by the true gods who have left, why should we build such a city that has concentrated countless resources and wisdom; this proud, proud Signs...are they really not a disguise for our inner restlessness and panic?"

"If we're really confident enough, there's nothing to prove; if we're doomed, the sign...just a pretty grave."

He stared at the city on the top of the mountain with a clearer and clearer outline in the distance. After a long time, he finally regained consciousness. He smiled at An Sen with an apologetic expression: "Sorry, I seem to be a little lost again, and I destroyed the You're in a good mood when you see it for the first time."

"You don't need to apologize, I think your words do make sense." An Sen persuaded with a smile: "Sometimes we really can't just look at the good sides. Reflection and pouring cold water are also necessary."

"I think it's just that I've simply become sentimental."

August shook his head and took a long sigh: "To be honest, I never thought about it so much in the past; research was the whole of my life at that time, and it was the only reason for my existence."

"But ... when you get married, or even have kids, it's hard to avoid thinking about their future."

"Child?" An Sen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Yes, I have a child - that's also an important reason why I can only be the second seat of Shining Star City instead of the chief tutor, but I don't regret it. "

Auguste said lightly, his face was filled with an expression of incomparable happiness, and the melancholy and confusion just now disappeared in an instant: "Being able to watch her grow up and gradually become mature from the very beginning, That sense of accomplishment ... honestly excites me more than anything I've achieved."

"It was also because of her that I decided to accept Boredim's invitation. After all, there are more opportunities here than in Shining Star City."

"...she?" Anson couldn't help twitching his throat:

"what is her name?"

"Really? You don't even remember her name - I definitely don't believe it." August smiled and waved his hand:

"Her name is Lisa."

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