I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 136

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March 7th, in the northern suburbs of Clovis City, at seven in the morning.

Sitting on the carriage to Lund Manor, wearing a double-breasted black dress and a high silk top hat, Anson stared at the foggy outer suburbs of the city, and what Sophia said kept ringing in his mind:

The so-called Truth Society first originated from the great sectarian schism in the 450th year of the Saint Calendar. The Church of Order in the Kingdom of Clovis also established its own door in the schism and created the Qiuzhen sect.

This sect has two characteristics. The first is that it does not care much about teachings, but it is very interested in historical truth; For Ivory.

Around 100 years ago, the Qiuzhen Sect, which relied on the full support of the Clovis royal family, reached its peak, and some of the most radical members set up another small group with a tighter organization, calling itself the "Society of Truth".

The characteristics of this organization are semi-secret, and at the same time, the conditions for selecting new recruits are extremely harsh. In terms of the degree of enthusiasm for research and the extreme hostility to the Church of Order, it is also an outlier within the Qiuzhen sect that is not welcomed by others, and is regarded as "" A bunch of freaks who are capable but have a problem with their brains."

Until there was an extraordinary genius among them.

Isaac Rand.

The most active period of this sage also happened to be the period when the Truth Society was at its strongest; not only did it transform the entire Qiuzhen Sect into the "periphery" of the Truth Society, but to a certain extent, it also controlled the diplomacy and military affairs of the Clovis Kingdom.

After the second public order meeting in the forty-seventh year of the saint's calendar, the Qiuzhen Sect, like many sects, was re-incorporated into the Pope's sect of the Holy City.

And now, this radical organization that should have been buried has reappeared on the soil of the Clovis Kingdom, and it is still in such an exaggerated posture-with a riot, Carlos II has to make compromises with them.

The content of the agreement doesn't really matter, and getting a king to make a reluctant promise is itself the best proof of power.

But what Anson was really curious about was what they were doing this for?

The Church of Order has been trying its best to avoid wars between countries, or rather to avoid participating in wars between countries, in order to maintain its neutral and aloof position;

Old God factions all over the world are provoking wars with different means and methods, in order to break the balance and destroy the foundation of the orderly church ruling the orderly world;

So what about Draco Wilters, and the truth behind him?

On that stormy night, the novelist who was covered in mystery told him that if he didn't want to be manipulated and changed by others, he had to first try to change something himself.

That is to say, they are very dissatisfied with the current status quo and the orderly church, but they do not want to return to the era when they were ruled by the old gods?

Interesting... Anson raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Now that Draco Wilts has revealed everything, even through Sophia's mouth—yes, he's absolutely sure that the novelist, who is extremely good at hiding, is definitely exposed to Sophia on purpose—even his true identity. reveal...

It won't be long before these people come to the door and talk to themselves about their "big plan".

The smiling Anson slowly withdrew his gaze from the window. As soon as he turned his head, he was startled by Alan Dawn who was sitting opposite him.

The bright-eyed little secretary had a very pleasing smile, and the corners of his mouth were just right to reveal a few neat white teeth. He sat obediently on the seat and stared at An Sen without blinking.

"I said you... What kind of eyes do you have?"

"Nothing, there is only excitement and gratitude from the heart!"

The little clerk shook his head quickly, with a smile that was so excited that he was almost stiff: "I didn't expect Mr. Ansen Bach to get an invitation from Lund Manor—this is even the Franz family, and even Osteria. The royal family is not an honor that can be easily obtained!"

"To be honest, when I learned that Master Ludwig Franz was back, I... I thought this might be a blow to your career; but now the situation is completely different! With the invitation from the Rune family, The oldest and most noble family in the entire Clovis dare not look at you with the eyes of an ordinary soldier!"

"I even dare to say that today is the day your career really takes off!"

Looking at the little secretary who was so excited that he couldn't help himself, Anson's mouth showed a wry smile - he wondered how he would feel if he discovered that the "incomparably noble" Lund Manor was actually a lair of blasphemous mages.

The reason why Alan, who didn't know anything about all this, was brought was purely because of Sophia's reminder.

"...I don't know why you were invited by the Rune family, but it's the oldest family in the Clovis, and the red tape is even more complicated than the palace dinner; so if you don't want to enter the door because of some' If the trifles are regarded as deliberately insulting the other party, it is better to bring someone who understands all this to accompany you..."

"Master Anson Bach, please don't worry!"

The trembling little secretary interrupted Anson's memory again, blushing with excitement like a tomato about to ripen:

"As your loyal secretary, I will definitely let the Rune family understand that they have the opportunity to entertain you, and try what a great fortune and an extremely crucial investment!"

Anson smiled slightly, took out a bottle of wine from the drawer of the carriage, poured a glass and handed it to the little secretary who was about to faint:

"It's all up to you."

"Yes... yes! It must not disgrace the mission!"

Allen took the wine glass with both hands respectfully and drank it - there was no sign of calming down at all, and his face was even redder than before.

It seems to be counterproductive... ah... I seem to have forgotten that he is still underage... Anson kept smiling, and his heart began to feel uneasy.

After waiting, I hope that the underage secretary will not be drunk in public.

The bumpy carriage drove fast in the mist-shrouded wilderness, from the rows of neat and straight sycamore trees into the jungle where only two four-wheeled carriages could run side by side.

Anson breathed a blank expression—if the information provided by Sophia was correct, starting from entering this forest, it would even be entering the range of Lund Manor.

Half an hour later, a black castle with a towering spire and gorgeous like a palace appeared at the end of the dense forest path.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of an iron gate. Anson glanced at the little secretary, who was already lying on the armchair and fell asleep, with a happy smile on his face. He sighed with a wry smile, stepped out of the carriage alone, and headed towards the castle. go in the direction.

"Be careful, don't die in it."

An extremely indifferent voice sounded from behind. An Sen, who was about to open the iron door, turned his head slightly in surprise, and looked at his "driver" with a playful expression:

"It's a surprise, I didn't know you cared so much about me... Lieutenant Colonel Roman."

"No, I don't care about your life or death."

The fierce-looking Roman stared at Anson without blinking: "But Major General Ludwig is very concerned, because your death will cause a lot of troubles he doesn't want to encounter."

"So for yourself and not to cause trouble to the Franz family, you'd better come back alive."

With the corners of his mouth raised, Anson nodded gently towards Roman, then pushed open the door and left.

In every sense, the Rune family is a very special existence in the Clovis Kingdom.

There are as many legends about the origin of this family as there are legends of the seven great knights: the prime minister of the ancient Clovis kingdom, the descendant of the great wizard, the cursed, the actual ruler of the Clovis kingdom... The list goes on and on.

As a hereditary family that is older than the Austrian royal family and has 24,000 acres of hereditary territory around the capital, it has no influence in the upper-level politics of the Clovis Kingdom - everyone only knows this The family is very old, and it is an honor that even the royal family will be deeply honored to be invited by them or to invite one of them as a guest.

Before coming, of course, Anson also carefully investigated the background of the Luen family, and found that although this family is really low-key, its influence is not small: almost all trade unions have accepted their capital injection, and the inner city is the most prosperous. Three of its ten streets are in the name of the Rune family—including Bleiman Street, where he lives.

In addition, they also participated in the construction of public facilities in the city of Clovis, the board of directors of St. Isaac's College, the Steel and Coal Mine Association... The proportion of funds in the railway committee is only second to the chairman.

The influence on the economy of the Kingdom of Clovis has already reached the point where this family is pervasive.

If that's the case, then the Rune family is just another ancient "Franz family"; but according to Serra Virgil, plus Professor Mace Hornard mentioned more than once, he It is found that the Rune family and the August family are mentioned at the same time more than once in various historical materials...

The Rune family... It is very likely that, like the so-called August, it is an old **** family composed of spellcasters.

Perhaps he was stepping into a well-designed trap... Breathing in the faint mist, Anson, who was forcefully calm, walked towards the castle along the smooth mirror-like slate under his feet.

"Dear guest, welcome to Lund Manor."

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo was standing in front of the gate, his wide and high forehead appeared to be a little sparse, and there was a very subtle smile on his face, which made people unconsciously keep restrained:

"It is an honor for you to take time out of your busy schedule."

An Sen nodded lightly, holding a note from his sleeves with his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth and head raised slightly at the same time: "Where, you are so kind."

In Clovis's oldest aristocratic etiquette, all the words to be said by the guest and host at the beginning are fixed and cannot be changed except for nouns and very few verbs.

This is mainly because Clovis rose too late, with a history of only a few hundred years, and the entire set of etiquette standards was copied from the empire, and the group of native Clovis nobles at that time did not understand the key to this set at all; Hundreds of years later, these rigid and rigid imitations have become symbols of dignity and antiquity.

An Sen, who was born in the country + traveler, neither the former Anson nor the current one knows anything about these; but he has a note prepared by the little secretary all night, which takes into account all the situations that An Sen must face.

"I am the steward of the manor, you can call me Otto." The middle-aged man turned around and opened the gate of the castle:

"The owner of this family is preparing for the banquet to entertain you. The luncheon will start in two hours. Please follow me to the side hall to rest for a while."

According to the description on the note, Anson, who said nothing, just kept smiling and walked into the castle under the guidance of the butler.

Across the hallway, Anson followed behind him from a long and narrow corridor to the lounge; almost as he sat down, two footmen just happened to place coffee and snacks on the coffee table in front of him, the fireplace in the room. The fire also started early.

Everything looked so luxurious and elegant... Except for some unknown reason, the two servants looked a little weird, their faces were too pale, and their movements were somewhat mechanically incoherent.

"What are those?"

Before the housekeeper had left, Anson turned his head and pointed to the oil painting on the wall and the square box under the painting.

Under no circumstances can the guests talk to any servants other than the butler, and if they have to, they must pass their own entourage or valet - but the little clerk is already drunk and fell asleep in the carriage .

"Those are great people who have received financial support from the Rune family and have made outstanding contributions to the kingdom." Butler Otto replied:

"In the long history of the Luen family, it has sponsored many talented and outstanding talents, most of which have left their portraits in the manor; other people who are more intimate will also send their ashes or relics. Leave it in the custody of the manor, and let them sleep here with all the generations of the family."

"This is the special tradition of the Rune family. Bloodlines and great people have created our history, what do you think?"

"I think it's a very good tradition."

Anson responded with a smile: "Before the banquet, can I admire the portraits of these great people?"

"Of course, please enjoy yourself."

The voice fell, and the butler who bowed and saluted turned and left.

Just as the other person's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, An Sen's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes suddenly locked on the portrait of someone behind him.

Mace Hornard!

More precisely, the urn under the portrait of Mace Hornard!

If this is all as Serra Virgil says, then this box should contain the last remaining bits of the Black Mage's corpse.

Taking a deep breath, Anson, whose heartstrings were tensed, walked to the portrait; in a lair of a blasphemous mage, he did not dare to easily activate the "power" and scan the box directly.

The gently raised right hand was placed on the flap of the urn, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com fingered little by little close to the gold-plated lock, little by little, little by little...

"Have you had a good time, Your Excellency Anson Bach?"

Incomparably childish voices sounded behind him.

An Sen's right hand stopped suddenly, and with a faint smile, he looked back calmly.

It was a young girl in a long sky blue dress. She looked thirteen or fourteen years old, with beautiful curly light brown hair and emerald eyes. She looked like…

Just like Lisa!

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