I Will Be The Crowned King

The gentle voice seemed to possess some kind of magic power, making the noisy and chaotic hall instantly quiet; a pair of eyes full of curiosity and amazement turned towards the tall and thin figure sitting in the purple candlelight.

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He bowed his head slightly, and his blood-colored pupils hidden under the top hat and monocle looked at every visitor present.

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When he swept in front of An Sen, the line of sight was imperceptible for a moment; An Sen, who was keenly aware, nodded to the other side calmly as well, concealing the surprise in his eyes.

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Yes, although the appearance and voice have completely changed, but it is indeed Professor Mace Hornard.

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The last time he appeared in front of him with this "attitude" was in the "dreamland" when he besieged Thundercastle... Is it possible to do it in reality?

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Changing voice and appearance is also one of the powers of black magic?

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"Well, I'm surprised."

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At this moment, the girl sitting beside her suddenly said, "He is the 'Black Mage', the best and most famous spellcaster in the entire Clovis City right now."

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"According to rumors, the Guards tried to capture him more than once to restore his already precarious reputation, and even planted many clueless murders on him, but failed each time."

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"But what those stupid guards never imagined is that the black mages they regard as ghosts actually hold such gatherings at St. Isaac's College every month." The girl raised her right hand gently, Covering the contemptuous smile on his lips:

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"The so-called most dangerous place is the safest place - in the highest school of the Church of Order, a secret gathering between the old gods is held, and it is never noticed from beginning to end, it is like magic!"

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"That's right, it's as magical as someone's behavior on the Iron Sky... Of course! I'm just making an analogy, I'm not interested in that thing..."

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The elegantly seated girl looked away from Anson and did not forget to add.

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"..." Anson.

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At this time, the "Black Mage" sitting in the center of the red carpet hall said softly:

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"Then, just like the opening of every meeting, I will first answer the three questions you asked at the last meeting."

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"First-time new members, if they have any questions or need help, they can leave a note on the snack stand, or wait until the break to communicate privately."

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When talking about "new members", Anson clearly felt the black mage's eyes swept over him.

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This is the teacher's "warning" to the students to keep quiet in class and pay attention to the lecture... An Sen smiled knowingly.

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"The first question." The black mage who spoke in a low voice raised a note with parchment gloss in his right hand and lit it on the purple candle.

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huh—

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The ignited piece of paper instantly turned into fly ash, and the ashes of the burning sparks formed a string of elegant characters in mid-air:

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[Fate Master Ayton]

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"As the last old **** to appear, there are various theories about the origin of Ayton: some believe that he was born in the chaos of hope and despair, and some believe that he is the incarnation of wisdom, who understands the fate of everything in the world."

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"Some people even think that, as the fate controller of one of the three old gods, Ayton is the only old **** that has not fallen. He still survives in the world in some form, and will give divination and prophecy to believers who discover his true body. strength."

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"As a believer of the Three Old Gods, I am very unfortunate to tell you that this is not the case." The gentle voice of the black-haired wizard echoed in the red carpet hall with fascinating magic:

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"It's not that I already know the whereabouts of the fallen three old gods, but that Ayton, the controller of fate, does not have the power to penetrate the future."

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"No **** or the 'great being' in the mouths of some swindlers can give mankind the power of 'prophecy' or 'divination'."

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"Followers of the old gods, please keep in mind: since the Dark Ages for thousands of years, human beings have been keeping their destiny firmly in their own hands!"

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It's not a loud voice, but it clearly conveys the words to everyone's ears.

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Amidst the faint sighs, An Sen, who was sharp-eyed, saw a man with a golden mask sitting on the sofa in front of him, a little dissatisfied, but he could not refute a cold snort, judging from his voice, it should be a middle-aged man. male.

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It seems that he is the one who raised this question... Anson nodded lightly, probably understanding the rules and purpose of this session.

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The three questions were randomly asked from the notes left by everyone at the last meeting, which gave a huge range; even if the "Black Mage" wanted to, he could just say a random one that no one had mentioned, anyway No one knew what was written on someone else's note.

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At the same time, such a link can also enhance interactivity, and at the same time, authoritative answers can further attract more people; by observing the reactions of the people present, it can also infer the identity of the person who asked the question, killing two birds with one stone.

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"Then... Next is the second one." Black Mage held up the second note:

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[Is there a level among the casters? 】

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This time, almost as soon as he opened his mouth, Anson immediately noticed that a certain seat was very close to the round altar. The person wearing a robe similar to his leaned forward slightly, and even took out a shorthand paper and pen from his pocket.

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Well, it seems that he is also a good student who likes to keep a diary!

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"My answer is... yes, there is indeed a hierarchy among spellcasters who believe in the Three Old Gods."

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The Black Mage's answer came to an abrupt end and did not continue to explain.

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Disappointing sighs came one after another in the silent and dark hall, but no one stood up to object, or let the black mage continue to explain... Obviously, this is not the first time a similar situation has occurred.

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This also verifies Anson's own guess: for the "Black Mage" Professor Mace Hornard, this "secret club" is just a club; the information that will be revealed, UU reading www.uukanshu.com also Only limited to the content of "popular science", the real core secrets will only stop there, used to package his "mysterious high-end and hard-core" image.

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After a long sigh, the black mage sitting on the sofa spoke again:

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"Then the last one...According to the original plan, I was going to explain to you the difference between the three old gods and the origins that led to the decline of belief in the old gods, but..."

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Lightly holding the monocle on his cheek, the black mage changed his words: "For some reason, I will leave the last question to a current event that attracts many people's attention."

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"A certain... bizarre murder on the steam train 'Iron Sky'."

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Um…? !

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Almost at the same time when the Black Mage spoke, An Sen, who felt his gaze, shivered violently.

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The girl who remained in a reserved sitting position was startled at first, then she slowly turned her eyes and looked at a certain trembling "novelist" with a very playful and cold gaze.