I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 105

The "cigar" joke made the dinner table completely cold.

In the bustling hall, the lower floor is a carnival crowd, and the silent needle drop on the upper floor can be heard.

"Let's end the joke, 'Cigar'."

The old man with the sunglasses raised his head, his thin and withered right hand held up the wine glass in front of him:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, we don't know about you, but now because of certain circumstances that all of us are aware of, you... replaced the seat of the 'hydra' and became one of our members."

"So we have to get to know you now. Would you mind introducing yourself?"

"of course can."

During the time when the other party spoke, An Sen already had a general idea in his mind, but in order to sort out his thoughts, he decided to delay for a while: "I...what should I call you?"

"Old pocket watch."

The old man squeezed out a smile on his orange peel-like face: "Have you drunk the wine in the glass now?"

"Not yet, what's wrong?"

"Then you can put it down." The "Old Pocket Watch" holding the wine glass took a sip of wine, and then pushed his wine glass in front of Anson:

"A little respect, please drink my cup."

An Sen was stunned for a moment, then smiled at the old man:

"thanks."

"Old Pocket Watch" nodded lightly and raised his hand to signal him to continue.

Next, Anson spends a few minutes telling how a serious soldier who loves to keep a diary and is positive and progressive, went from a promising army captain to being beaten down and "reduced" to a tramp who ran to the gathering of gangsters to fight black fists.

When this man encountered a series of uncontrollable problems and retired, he embarked on the road of following the three old gods with the help of a kind-hearted professor passing by.

The first half of the story is about the life of the "ex Anson", and the second half is about what happened to Conan Knott, the unlucky guy who nearly shot Anson during a factory riot. .

Anyone who knows a little bit about the military can easily find loopholes in Anson's eloquent story; but for the few people sitting at this table, they only care about one thing.

"So you actually just wanted to find an old **** organization... and join?"

The middle-aged man with a black soft hat blurted out in shock, and the pipe at the corner of his mouth fell to the ground.

"This is 'rifling'."

Noticing Anson's confused expression, "Old Pocket Watch" introduced him:

"He is the most prudent of us... Once, in order to attack the carriage of the Royal Bank's gold, he waited in an ambush in an abandoned street for three months."

"And among us, the one who has the best relationship with our dear Hydra!"

"Cigar" who was sitting beside Ansen added a very "intimate" sentence, and extended his right hand to Ansen: "Introduce myself, 'Cigar' is just an ordinary blood mage, haha!"

Anson, who barely kept a smile, shook hands with him, then looked back at the "rifle" on the opposite side:

"I'm a soldier... once."

"Join an organization that matches my identity, execute orders, and get the benefits of this organization. This is the life I'm used to."

"Even if you were betrayed by such a life?"

"Rifle", who picked up his pipe again, asked, "It's two more times."

"Because I was betrayed twice by this kind of life, I live more carefully now than before."

Anson admitted very simply: "Before there is a possibility of being betrayed, I will let the other party understand what the price will be for doing so."

The price...

The eyes of everyone involuntarily glanced at the hall where the carnival was going on below.

Sitting in the corner, "Whisper" sucked in a breath of cold air and shivered.

The smiling Anson fully revealed the micro-expressions of everyone at the table in his mind - and only in this situation can he activate his "powers" without hesitation.

In a few months, the abilities that could only be used for "perspective" and "observation without blind spots" also changed slightly - after narrowing the observation range to within a five-meter radius, he found that he could directly Read the emotions of the people around you.

It seems that because the scope is narrowed, the details that can be observed are richer... Anson can now see that when he finished speaking, the other four reacted completely differently.

The hunched "Old Pocket Watch" is the calmest of all, and the one who has the most favorable opinion of himself—or, in other words, no disgust—the "Rifle" sitting across from him is thinking about the meaning of his words and never relaxes. overly vigilant

The one who shrank in the corner seemed to be shivering, but in fact he was observing himself all the time, calmly reminding Anson of a second-class judge who was also good at acting;

Compared with him, the seemingly happy and crazy "cigar" sitting next to him is the one who fears him the most among all people. The acting skills are simply poor in comparison.

The only thing in common is that none of the four people have any "anger" emotions. These people have absolutely no idea of revenge for the "hydra" killed by themselves.

It's not that they have the urge to do this, but that even "ideas" never flashed in their minds.

What really surprised Anson was that after he introduced himself, the "Old Pocket Watch" beside him and "Rifle", his close friend of the "Hydra", also had a little affection for him.

A powerful guy who likes to follow rules, he is very popular with this group of people... Anson said silently in his heart.

"If you are such a person, then I think we should cooperate."

"Rifle" stared directly at An Sen and said solemnly: "There is an opportunity to make money right now, and it's a lot of money. The first payment alone will cost at least 500 gold coins."

"If we can make a complete list, each of us can be as rich as the Franz family!"

"Oh?"

Anson's eyes lit up... The main event is coming.

"No one of us can afford this opportunity alone, and we must cooperate - we were looking for a 'hydra' before, so now we invite you to join."

The "Old Pocket Watch" who poured himself another glass smiled gently: "Of course, this must be very dangerous, and you will die if you are not careful, and you have just obtained the inheritance of the 'Hydra', so if you want to quit, we will also It can be done..."

"I will die on the battlefield, but I still go for three hot meals a day and a monthly allowance of dozens of silver coins." Anson raised his hand and interrupted:

"Go ahead, I want to know the details."

The silent "Old Pocket Watch" and "Rifle" looked at each other and nodded tacitly, while the smiling "Cigar" and the trembling "Whisper" did not express any opinion.

"We are ready to overthrow the Austerian dynasty."

"Rifle" said.

"Pfft—!!!!"

Unable to hold back, An Sen spit out a sip of wine and drenched him all over.

"What?!"

"Don't be nervous, my brother."

The smiling "Old Pocket Watch" handed the napkin to the opposite "Rifle", and patted Anson's shoulder lightly: "It's not us, but there are many big people who are going to overthrow the Austeria family in Clovis. rule."

"For us, it's just an opportunity to make a lot of money - they'll give us the money and all the resources we need, and we'll help them through the process."

"This doesn't even require us to come forward in person, all they want is a mob to stand up and resist, just like many previous riots."

"We just need to rally the disgruntled, disgruntled and out-of-job homeless people to rebel - so we're more like a bunch of dealers offering 'goods' and 'services' ."

"Thugs are our commodity, all forms of rioting are our service items, and the aristocratic gentlemen buy from us the goods and services they need... What we have to do is the same as those high-end cafes and restaurants in the inner city, in essence There is no difference.”

"How many people do they want?" Anson asked.

"The last time was five thousand, the last time was two thousand..." "Cigar" on the side suddenly laughed: "As for this time..."

"According to rumors... there is no ceiling!"

His voice fell, and everyone at the table burst into hearty laughter.

Anson sneered.

"You mean, you are going to mobilize tens of thousands of homeless people in the outer city, let them break through the layers of blockades of the Guards and all security companies in the inner city, and risk the containment of artillery and platoons of guns to capture Osterley. Yagong?"

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, An Sen deliberately made his tone a bit more sarcastic: "With all due respect, if it is such an 'opportunity', then I still don't participate, please go and make a lot of money by yourself!"

"Are you afraid?"

"Rifle" sneered by Anson's face sprayed with alcohol.

"To be honest, I even envy your ignorance a little bit." The corner of Anson's sarcastic mouth rose:

"I guess you don't know what the concept of a twelve-pounder infantry gun is - if it is a solid bullet, it will draw a straight 'blood line' in the crowd like a plough; if it is a cannonball, the group will have at least three One part will turn into shredded meat; if it's a blasting bomb... it's the only end for them to turn into steaks and torches."

"So, so what?"

"How?"

An Sen, who frowned, looked at "Rifle" impatiently: "That is to say, let alone 10,000 unarmed homeless people, there are 20,000, 30,000... The guards only need to prepare ten gates near key streets. Cannons, you can't even enter the inner city!"

"This is not a battle that can be won by a large number of people. If you or the nobles really count on these homeless people to overthrow the Osteria family, or at least invade the inner city, you will have to get thousands of dollars. A broken gun and ammunition are decent!"

Some sarcastic and sarcastic remarks made "Rifle" fall into contemplation.

A smile appeared on the face of "Old Pocket Watch":

"It seems that inviting you to join is indeed a correct decision. If you weren't experienced, you would never have thought of this—'rifling', what do you think?"

The "Old Pocket Watch" who turned his head was motionless, quietly staring at the "Rifle".

The "Cigar" on the side was still smiling, and the silent "Whisper" was still watching other people, but his eyes never left Anson.

"I know that there is a 'Leiden' military factory that can provide us with some necessary weapons and ammunition." Rifle, who lowered the brim of his hat, said solemnly:

"There are at least a thousand old and overstocked rifles out there. You should be able to get them out with a little effort."

Leiden... Anson raised his brows. This is Clovis's largest arms dealer, and it is also the name of the rifle with the worst quality and the most quantity in the Royal Family Army.

"Very good, I suggest that it is best to start action soon."

"Old Pocket Watch" smiled, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses glanced at the expressions of everyone around him:

"It's best not to have too many people know about such a plan. If it drags on for a long time, it may be known to people who shouldn't know about it... What advice do you have?"

"I suggest tomorrow."

The happy "Cigar" raised his right hand: "Just tomorrow night, we will each bring a dozen good hands and a few carriages, and we will handle this matter!"

Silent "Rifle" held his hat and nodded lightly: "Then we will meet at the Crown Tavern on Ximen Street tomorrow night, and I will tell you the location at that time."

The shivering "Whisper" nodded again and again.

"Old Pocket Watch" smiled and turned to Anson: "My friend, what do you think?"

Looking at the four pairs of eyes that were cast towards him in front of the dining table, Anson paused, then silently said:

"If that's the case, then I have no opinion - provided we don't really want to capture the Osteria Palace."

"Of course, it's those aristocrats who want to overthrow the dynasty. We just want to help them make some big noises!"

Laughing "Cigar" raised his glass and glanced around the dining table: "In order to wish all the best for tomorrow~www.mtlnovel.com~ Let's have a drink?"

Several people looked at each other, touched the glasses with different expressions, and drank them all.

"I have a question."

Anson, who put down his glass, looked at Rifle who was sitting across from him: "Since those nobles are going to overthrow the Austeria family, don't they just look for a few of us?"

"of course not."

The grinning "Cigar" put down the glass and patted Anson on the shoulder: "But at best, those guys can find dozens or hundreds of people, which is nothing compared to the 'professionals' like us."

"After all, what they want to make this time is a real big move, a big move of thousands of people! The rest of the guys can find a fraction of the people, and the few of us are the key."

"We have a bootlegging business of old pocket watches, rifling and a few factory unions, and Whisperer is the head of the biggest slum in Clovis City... and you, my dear bro, you are the only one in the outer city. You can get the best opium tincture and make the sound of tobacco tenfold!"

"As for my 'cigar'... I'm not talented, I do a small business of flipping and reselling, specializing in selling stolen goods for your goods and buyers."

Taking a deep breath, "Cigar" slowly stood up, the corners of his mouth raised slightly towards An Sen and bowed slightly: "When a few of us join forces, it is enough to overthrow a dynasty!"

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