I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 213

In the moonless midnight, the lonely steam train galloped on the barren land, heading for the darkness that could not see the end.

Looking at the girl opposite him happily enjoying the cake, Anson gradually calmed down.

Obviously, the current head of the dignified Rune family, Talia August Rune... It's impossible for him to come and chat with him in the middle of the night for no reason. There must be a purpose.

Judging from the content revealed in her words and the previous information, Anson made a bold inference that the Franz family... More precisely, it should be Luther Franz himself, who should have reached a certain agreement with the Rune family. This kind of alliance should at least be a situation where they know each other well.

This would explain why Luther Franz allowed himself to go to the Rund Manor of the Rune family - he must have known - and before Talia was able to show up at Clovis Cathedral to talk to the Inquisitor. Afterwards there was no commotion.

Including the appearance of the August Armoury Factory, the Rune family, who has always kept a low profile in Clovis City, began to invest heavily, build and acquire properties... With the grassroots power of the Church of Order, Anson believes that as long as he thinks, Luther Franz The identity of the investors behind the scenes is sure to be known.

And there is another evidence for this conclusion: Sophia Franz visited Lund Manor when she was very young, but she did not know that the owner of the manor was a blood magic apostle.

An archbishop of the Church of Order took his little daughter who knew nothing to the apostle's house as a guest... If there is no absolute certainty, Ansen himself may not have such courage.

But this kind of "alliance" should be limited only between families. At the level of the Church of Order and the Old Gods, the two sides are still undead enemies.

Therefore, Talia's sudden appearance may not only represent herself, but also Archbishop Luther Franz; the reason she has made it very clear is because of the ruling Knights of the Battle of Iser Royal Court.

The behavior of the Church of Order rashly breaking the balance made the Rune family very nervous; this kind of thing will happen countless times for the first time, and it will never stop unless it encounters great resistance.

The false balance is shattered... Not just the Ring of Order and the Three Old Gods, but the entire world.

The Yisel elves are eager to restore glory, the emperor of the empire hopes to unify the world, and the vast land that has been divided for hundreds of years will be unified again. Calling for the "big plan", the Church of Order is filled with voices of restoring the "kingdom of heaven on earth"...

Luther Franz made his last effort, trying to use Clovis's invasion war to make the matter of the Thirteenth Council a small one.

But he failed...because even if he knew that he would become a puppet, the Iser elf was no longer satisfied with being a small border country that was slaughtered by others.

The Church of Order was even more focused on breaking the predicament of the saints after the forty-seven years of the calendar, and it was impossible to resist the fat meat of Iser.

War is inevitable... Even if it is only for self-preservation, the old gods must start preparing for war.

To be honest, before the airship appeared, in Anson's impression, the power of the church and the Old God sect were in a state of 55. The difference between the two was that the church had a more advanced organizational model, while the Old God sect was completely scattered.

But in terms of mid-to-high-end combat power, if Mace Hornard didn't exaggerate his "Three Old Gods Research" to himself, to blaspheme the strength of mages and apostles, it's really hard to imagine anything that can stop these monsters.

But now...it's really hard to say.

What's more, there are not no spellcasters even within the church, and as a universal belief as the basic foundation... The Old God Sect, which has been reduced to an underground group in the entire orderly world, and has been secretly living for many years, it is indeed difficult to see any possibility of a comeback. .

So the purpose of Talia's sudden appearance has been revealed...

"Ah, that's right."

The girl suddenly snorted and stopped the cake in her hand: "I have good news and bad news to tell you."

"The bad news is...Dear Anson, the previous order has been cancelled, and you and your troops no longer have to go to Clovis City."

Um? Anson was startled:

"Don't go?"

"That's right, this is a temporary adjustment order." Talia leaned on the back of the chair, swaying her little feet hanging in the air at will:

"Luther Franz... He specifically asked me to tell you about this."

"why?"

"Spellcaster?"

In the quiet smoking room, Sophia's surprised voice echoed.

"That's right." Looking at his stunned daughter, Luther Franz was smoking a pipe and nodded lightly:

"Our excellent colonel, the supreme commander of the Storm Division you invested in, the loyal subordinate in the eyes of your brother Ludwig, the victor of the War of the Great Lands, the famous celebrity in Clovis City, Anson Bach... is a The Old Gods that perfectly fits the standard definition."

"And, he's also a spellcaster."

Pfft!

Suddenly, Sophia sat on the sofa under her, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"This...he...Anson Bach...is...the caster..."

"More precisely, a conjurer." The old man nodded lightly:

"According to the standard of the old gods, he is even a conjurer with extraordinary talent - he has reached the standard of a third-level spellcaster after only three months of exposure to conjuration; and the spellcaster he killed has already Approaching the number of two hands."

"Including but not limited to the famous Blasphemer Mage, Mace Hornard...his mentor."

Black Mage? !

Sophia's eyes widened, her lips trembling.

"But, but I...I never noticed...he..."

"Oh?"

Luther Franz raised his eyebrows, took the wine glass that was about to fall from his trembling daughter, and placed it gently on the coffee table: "Then have you noticed the little girl beside him?"

Little girl... Sophia's mind came to a certain girl in a small skirt, always holding a pole of Borne in her arms.

"You mean Lisa Bach?"

"I'm referring to Lisa August - or in the words of a friend, the blood of the last August." The archbishop said solemnly:

"Tell me, you never noticed anything unusual about her."

"I……"

"That's impossible, because she's a direct descendant of the famous blood magic apostle Auguste, and can easily kill half a platoon of grenadiers without awakening powers - so you must be aware of the anomaly in her , just didn't care."

"Because..." The old man bit the filter of his pipe, and his pupils became brighter in the dim light:

"She's just a little girl."

Sophia shuddered slightly.

"Just because of this?" She twitched her throat, and said calmly:

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

Luther Franz did not answer directly, he stared at his little daughter, his bright eyes penetrated the lingering smoke, making the latter feel pressure.

After a long time, the old man let out a sigh.

"Sofia...My dear Sophia, what should I tell you?" The old man said lightly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone:

"If a man never asks, can he expect others to tell him the answer to something?"

The cheeks of the ridiculed girl flushed, but she snorted coldly, "But you told me now."

"That's right, because now you have to know." Luther Franz picked up the bottle and refilled the glasses for the two of them:

"If Ansen Bach appears at the Central West Station of the Royal Capital tonight and enters the city during a grand welcome ceremony, do you know what will happen next?"

"He will be in the newspapers, he will quickly become popular, and he will become the most popular soldier in the entire Clovis City. There will be thousands of people who want to know his details, and countless families to find out everything about him. "

"Then... three days at the latest, Clovis Cathedral will issue a warrant for the arrest of Anson Bach and Lisa Bach, the fugitives of the Old Gods."

"The Wang family's army will be disgraced, the Franz family will be disgraced, and the newspaper you run will be turned into a piece of waste paper because of all the previous 'positive reports'..."

The old man said lightly: "The entire Clovis city will be in chaos."

Sophia pursed her lips.

"But he... Ansen Bach, he is from the Franz family... and yours." Sophia stared at her father:

"You are the Archbishop of Clovis."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can do anything." Luther Franz played with his pipe:

"If Anson Bach's identity is exposed, I will immediately order the Order of Truth to arrest him, imprison him in the underground prison of Clovis Cathedral, and execute him in secret. Twenty-four hours later, the news of his death will be made public...because I'm Archbishop of Clovis."

"Don't doubt that I'm threatening you, my lovely Sophia, because I really don't."

Sophia was startled, and a biting coolness came from the back of her neck.

"Of course, doing that would also have extremely irreversible consequences, the worst of which would destroy a third of Clovis City, or even the entire city; so I will do everything I can to avoid that outcome, such as..." He Glancing out the window:

"Suspend someone's welcome and interview activities, and move the guy who might have a bad influence to somewhere that won't attract a lot of attention... Because I'm the Archbishop of Clovis."

The room fell silent.

Once upon a time, Sophia thought she knew her father far better than "Dear Brother" and knew what her father did.

But now... looking at the indifferent Archbishop, she found in horror that she probably didn't know anything about her father at all.

Perhaps it was the right choice to be as far away from his father as Ludwig did.

Maybe……

"wrong."

Sophia, who calmed down from the initial shock and gradually regained her composure, frowned slightly: "It should not only be because of these."

"what?"

"If it was because you were worried that the identity of Anson Bach's old gods would be exposed, you should have taken action long ago, instead of dragging it on until now."

Under the dim gas lamp, Sophia, who was slightly drunk, narrowed her eyes and tried to observe her father's every move: "According to what you just said, you should have noticed that he was a spellcaster from the beginning, didn't you?"

"So why wait until now, instead of doing something earlier? You already knew what I was doing and that I would make Ansen Bach famous in order to surpass my beloved brother Ludwig."

"You have countless opportunities to stop me, countless opportunities to vaporize Anson Bach and Lisa, and to kill everything in its infancy..."

"But you didn't do anything...why?"

Without waiting for the old man to answer, Sophia gave the answer coldly: "Because you don't care."

"Because you are the archbishop of Clovis, as long as you speak, no one in the entire Clovis city will pay attention to this issue; even if there are one or two minions who make their own opinions, they can't make too much noise and they will disappear. Lose."

"Anson Bach is a spellcaster...what does it matter? No, it's better that way, because if one day he's going to betray the Franz family, betray you, he'll be dead and dead in an instant. "

"So I can assert that the identity of the caster is just your excuse." Slowly straightening her slightly trembling body, Sophia said calmly:

"But... by no means the real reason!"

"Snapped!"

The old man's wine glass smashed to the ground, and suddenly there was a bright light in his widened pupils.

Sophia was so frightened that she nearly collapsed to the ground.

But in the next second, his eyes softened again, and he held the pipe in his right hand with the corner of his raised mouth.

"Very good... Don't blindly believe, don't trust, make a calm judgment with reference to all the known information, and come to a reasonable and objective conclusion." Luther Franz, who suddenly turned red and mellow, almost laughed:

"Dear Sophia, you are indeed much better than your brother!"

The girl whose face remained unchanged nodded slightly, trying her best to restrain her heartbeat that was about to burst out of her chest.

"You guessed it right~www.mtlnovel.com~ This is just an excuse - of course, it is more accurate to say part of the reason." The old man said slowly:

"To be honest, apart from these, I have countless excuses that I can use to prevaricate you and your brother; for example, the dissatisfaction of the top army with Anson Bach, for example, he is too young, for example, he should be refrigerated for a period of time, in a certain period of time. A good place to get a good experience."

"I can tell you that just yesterday, a dozen officers came to the door angrily, hoping that I could 'persuade' the top army officers to exile Anson Bach to some uninhabited desert island, or a place where no one can find it. "

"He is only the second son of a small noble family, and his ability to climb to the colonel has already made many people jealous; not to mention his exploits in Hantu, enough to bring shame on bundles of officers - they can't explain why the battlefield on the Western Front After a year of fighting with the Empire, the most glorious victory was actually won by a conscripted corps."

"But these are just excuses."

"Why transfer him? It's very simple, because I need someone I can absolutely trust to fight a war that is about to be lost."

"This bad news is the real reason."

Chapter end

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