I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 119

Although the Clovis Kingdom has accumulated a mountain of contradictions due to its rapid expansion and the construction of the capital cannot keep up with the development speed, it is still far from the point where it is pushed against the wall.

On the contrary, Clovis is very powerful now, so powerful that both herself and her enemies think she is very powerful, and even in the eyes of some people, being powerful is a bit too much.

As an emerging country in the central region, Clovis not only resisted the emperor's power for hundreds of years, but never joined the empire, and even continued to expand and annex all around, until now there is a tendency to challenge the empire's hegemony .

Even including the sudden war last year, under the imperial raid and three-sided attack, although the frontal battlefield continued to fail, the only counterattack plan was also thwarted; but until now, Clovis has not been hurt, and has never been attacked by the emperor. The front of the army threatens the core territory - except for Fort Thunder.

The war lasted for nearly four months, and Clovis still did not show any signs of decline; even when the main war faction in the country still had no results on the Western Front, they still clamored to declare war on the Iser Elf.

However, the empire that "wins steadily" is desperately pulling more allies into this war.

On the other hand, Clovis City, which has accumulated many contradictions and undercurrents, is indeed standing on the brink of an abyss that is on the verge of collapse.

Powerful but decaying, tenacious yet fragile - this is Clovis, blessed by the afterglow left by St. Isaac, the kingdom covered by the blood-colored unicorn battle flag.

At the end of the conversation, Luther Franz did not even wait until tomorrow or afternoon, and directly signed a letter of appointment on the table that Clovis Cathedral declared a state of emergency alert, handing over all control and command to Ansen Bach, and Attached my signature and stamp.

Of course, there is a time limit.

"Sign it, and then pass this document to your clerk--I had sent someone to find Alan Dawn when he came, and he'll be here soon."

The Archbishop handed the document and pen to Anson from the other end of the desk, and said coldly:

"I will hold a temporary meeting in the cathedral this afternoon to announce this matter to all the deacons and leaders, and to hand over control of the entire cathedral as soon as possible before tomorrow."

"I saw your sister when I came, Lisa Bach... You don't need to go back to the apartment on Bleiman Street, let Alan Down give you a room in the cathedral, as fast as possible Bring in the Storm Corps from Whitehall Street; no scruples, just arm the entire Red Brick Street."

"Finally remember, you don't need to answer any questions, you don't need to promise anything to anyone - you only need to be accountable to one person, and that's me, understand?"

"Understood!" Anson replied quickly, taking the document with both hands.

"Then it's hard for you, Lieutenant Colonel."

When the voice fell, Luther Franz raised his hand and pointed to the door: "Remember to close the door when you go out."

"Besides... If Sophia is still outside, tell her not to wait any longer. I will make time to chat with her at night."

"Yes!"

With sympathy for Sophia, Anson resolutely got up and walked towards the door.

Just as he stood in front of the door, the Archbishop's voice sounded from behind:

"By the way, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach, what day is it today?"

Anson turned decisively and said, "February 26th, Archbishop."

"February 26th..."

Luther Franz muttered to himself, then looked at Anson solemnly:

"Before March 1st, Clovis Cathedral must not fall!"

March 1st... Is this Luther Franz's backhand, or will something major happen that day, or is there an agreement between him and some forces that the cathedral will not fall before March 1?

Countless guesses flashed through his mind, An Sen nodded solemnly:

"Yes!"

Turning around and walking out of the study, looking at the empty corridor without a figure, An Sen sighed and walked away quickly and walked into the small prayer room outside.

Just as Anson walked quickly across the aisle and was about to go to the church waiting room to meet Lisa, he suddenly stopped and turned to sweep towards the silent room.

Like the study room behind it, it is a private prayer room for the archbishop and his family and friends. Usually, no one is near it at all; and the archbishop just said that he doesn't want to see anyone for the time being.

In other words, in the next few minutes, this may be the safest and most secret corner of the entire inner city.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and an idea and plan popped up in An Sen's mind.

Here he is to write a letter to his dear Professor Mace Hornard!

Randomly found a place away from the aisle and door and sat down. Anson tore a piece of letter paper from the diary in his arms—writing a diary every day is a good habit—to make a piece of paper, and he picked up the pen that the archbishop gave him and wrote fluently:

"Dear Professor Mace Hornard, I have a very important good news to inform you immediately..."

"...After the events of St. Isaac's College and the Leiden Arms Factory, Luther Franz has completely let go of my vigilance and granted me complete jurisdiction over Clovis Cathedral in order to arm the entire Red Brick Street. , in order to deal with the upcoming riots in the outer city."

"I think this is a great opportunity to capture The Great Magic Book!"

"In fact, I already have a relatively complete general plan, which can steal the "Great Magic Book" without arousing the vigilance of the Church of Order; but considering that you may have other arrangements, please allow me to first You share the good news."

"Dear Professor Mace Hornard, please make a decision as soon as possible - Luther Franz revealed his plan to me, and it must be in March..."

An Sen, who wrote this, suddenly paused, took a deep breath, and his eyes flickered slightly on his expressionless face:

"It is necessary to ensure that Clovis Cathedral does not fall before March 2 - I think this is likely to be some kind of agreement, after this time, Luther Franz will no longer be able to continue to cover Clovis. , The Church of Order will fully intervene in Clovis's Old God events."

"At this critical juncture concerning the rise and fall of the Old God faction in Clovis City, and whether the 'big plan' can really be successfully realized, dear Professor Mace Hornard also asks you to contact me as soon as possible, your students need wisdom voice guidance..."

Holding the letter paper in his hand lightly, the corners of Mace Hornard's mouth twitched slightly, and the scribbled eyes flashed with a strange brilliance.

"Dear Anson Bach." The black mage whispered softly: "You are indeed smarter than you appear..."

After being absent for a while, he handed the letter behind him and handed it to Bronny who was standing in the shadows, his eyes swept straight ahead under the monocle.

This is a very beautiful looking hall. The towering dome looks vast and far-reaching, with complex and cumbersome runes all over it; strangely shaped sculptures and murals fill the surroundings, so vivid that just a glance will make ordinary people feel the madness of the creator.

The dark and heavy curtains blocked all light from the outside world, only the chandelier in the dome was burning with purple fire; the dull and oppressive air was filled with looming smoke, which was intoxicating.

But the participants who were fortunate enough to sit in this room didn't care much about the environment, or for them, as spellcasters, such a hidden environment was exactly what they needed.

Looking at the casters who were either curious or vigilant, with different complexions, a tall and thin black mage dressed in an inky blue dress with his fingers crossed, his elbows supported on the armrests of the chair, and his face hidden under the top hat made people Can't see his expression clearly:

"Dear gentlemen, as you know, our long-awaited opportunity is finally here."

"This is an action that will affect the fate of the entire Old God faction. More directly, it will affect the future life and death of all of us; once it fails or deviates slightly from the goal, it will have unimaginable consequences."

"That's why I'm here to make one last confirmation. Are there any of you... who want to quit?"

The Black Mage said slowly.

He was answered by a messy, eerie roar.

"That's right, all of us know what that choice means." The Black Mage also showed a slight smile:

"With the blessings of the three old gods, each of us can live well in the dark corners that the Church of Order disdains, and can have a foothold among the rich and nobles who need 'special services' , or..."

He deliberately paused: "Join the Church of Order or the Inquisition and become a hunting dog of the same kind."

The voice fell, and there was a snort of disdain or resentment in the hall, and some people glanced at the figures around them vigilantly.

"But we didn't choose that path, and we didn't live in the gutter like some of our kind, just to avoid being found out of his old sect identity, and to be a spellcaster as a shame."

The black mage's expression gradually became cold: "They... don't deserve to be called believers of the Three Old Gods!"

"They are just a group of thieves, a group of thieves who have stolen astronomical wealth but dare not squander it!"

"We are different, we have our own perseverance, we have not forgotten how glorious the Three Old Gods were a thousand years ago, and how they gradually lost their status under the oppression of the ring of order, and we can't even tell others our beliefs in an open and honest way. ."

"How sad this is, how helpless this is!"

"The Church of Order - this organization full of thieves and thieves, robbers and bandits, they subverted the teachings of the Three Old Gods, sedated the world with a set of so-called 'progressive' theories, and willingly accepted everything it arranged!"

"They keep the knowledge of Saint Isaac for themselves, blockading the world all the advanced technologies that could have brought light, and only those who are most obedient to them can see the truth, and they call it obedience to Saint Isaac. 's will!"

"They used banks and religious taxes to make money, then used churches all over the world to invest and lend to everyone, and used the shackles of debt to control one area after another, so that all the monarchs dared not rebel against their wishes, because with the church bank The end of the confrontation is always a dead end..."

The black mage kept counting the sins of the Church of Order. Every time he spoke about a hall, there would be a sound of gnashing of teeth, and a low roar to suppress his anger, as if he really felt the pain.

Bronny, who was hiding in the shadows, looked at the pretentious expressions of those people, and the corners of his mouth rose quietly.

"... Soon, this sad world will usher in the beginning of its collapse; the storm that sweeps the world has been born, and it is only a matter of time before everything is destroyed."

The expression of the black mage also showed excitement and madness:

"Once it succeeds, the followers of the old gods in the Privy Council will completely control the power of the Kingdom of Clovis, and the royal family of Osteria will become a puppet on the bright side; and we...the old gods...will control the entire kingdom in the shadows. ."

"The future of the Old Gods, our career and ideals, wealth and power, and everything that we have lost in the past thousand years... will be taken by us!"

"Gentlemen, this is only the first step in our revolt - it is not enough to take control of a Clovis city and a kingdom in order to destroy the Church of Order; but I assure you, the flames of revolt will be borne by our steps this step, and burn the whole world."

"The big plan...will be in our hands...to be realized!"

The excited black mage clenched his fists violently~www.mtlnovel.com~ The purple flame of the chandelier in the room seemed to burn more violently according to his mood.

But this short-lived emotional change was only temporary for him, and the black mage who quickly recovered his calm began to officially announce the next plan:

"Obviously, in order to ensure the success of the resistance we must mobilize the rioters who have nothing, but to ensure that the situation does not turn into the worst situation, the number of rioters must be effectively controlled, and they must be as unified as possible, so that Only then can we break through the blockade of the outer city by the Guards.”

"In addition, in order to distract the guards, we will try our best to set off riots in the inner city in the next few days, so that they can use more troops to maintain law and order in the inner city."

"And when they are battered for the "Public Administration Act" and the royal family's face, we can quietly gather the agitated thugs, and at the most appropriate time, let them rush to the inner city, rush to Oss The Royal Palace of Tria, let the rotten royal family bow to us!"

"At that time... The Church of Order and their ignorant followers will witness the power of the Old God Sect with their own eyes for the first time."

Looking at the pair of eyes that were already restless in his own agitation, the black mage slowly got up, and a glass of wine was added out of thin air in his right hand:

"Now, please go and act individually, gather your staff, make adequate preparations, and wish the primordial ring blesses all of us, and when all the dust falls, we can still be reunited in this room."

"On March 1, we will turn the entire city of Clovis upside down!"

Chapter end

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