I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 235

Weizler House, evening.

As night fell, the pedestrians on the streets around the port area of Beluga Port did not show any signs of decreasing, but became more lively than usual.

It took at least twice as long as walking, and Anson, who rode the four-wheeled carriage, finally arrived outside Mason's house before Lisa was hungry enough to protest.

Glancing at the street that was already full of traffic, he patted the head of the girl who was about to fall asleep, and got off the carriage while putting on his hat.

Before approaching the gate, Anson saw a lady in a dark long dress greeting the guests; and there were no servants around, only the passionate she was busy alone.

She is in her early thirties, with a slightly plump figure and a reserved smile. If I remember correctly, she seems to be...

"Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief, and our cutest Miss Lisa!"

Before Anson could recall the other party's name, Mrs. Weitzler, who was smiling all over her face, came up to greet you, "Thank you for coming, and it is a great honor for our family to be able to visit Weitzler's Mansion again! "

"This is also our honor." Anson nodded politely: "There is only Weizler's house in Moby-Dick Harbor, which can hold such a lively and home-like party."

"Thanks to you, Commander-in-Chief, and the Rune family, Beluga Harbour is more prosperous than before!" Mrs. Weizler lightly covered her lips:

"With so many new factories and so many new immigrants, Beluga Port can now make money from everything; the number of pubs and grocery stores near the port has doubled from last year!"

"That's true, then you have to remind Speaker Mason to pay attention to the price of food in Beluga Harbor."

An Sen chuckled: "The price of locally imported wine is high. Those who can't satisfy their cravings will use all the wheat, potatoes and wild fruits they can find to make wine."

"There are Stormtroopers patrolling, and the Faithful Alliance manages. Even those profiteers don't dare to put their minds on the city's winter food." Mrs. Weizler said confidently: "Clowe's army only protects those who abide by the law. , love the merchants of the colony."

Looking at the lady's righteous appearance, if it weren't for the information sent by the "Beluga Port Good People", An Sen probably would not have imagined that she controls at least six taverns and two spirits workshops in the city. At the same time, he also has a hand in the local alcohol trade.

"We have a special gift for you."

As he spoke, Anson gestured to the girl beside him with his eyes; Lisa, who was still yawning, stepped forward and handed a rectangle wrapped in linen to the lady.

"Thank you."

Mrs. Weizler curtseyed and took the girl's gift in both hands. "Can you tell me what it is, dear Miss Lisa?"

"It's the sheriff!" the girl emphasized, she attached great importance to this title.

"This is a painting that Beckland has just completed recently." Anson explained:

"We were in Black Reef Harbor at the time, and he and his master David Jacques painted several works on the theme of the Great Victory in Black Reef Harbor, and this was just one of them."

"Right now, he should follow David to Grey Dove Castle to paint a commemorative painting for the latest Supreme Council of the Confederacy; in one month at the latest, he will return to Moby-Dick with the rest of the army."

At that moment, Mrs. Weizler's expression changed slightly, holding the oil painting in both hands, she pursed her lips as if restraining something.

But soon she returned to normal, holding the painting wrapped in linen on her chest, and looked at An Sen solemnly:

"Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief, I... I just don't know what to do to repay your favor."

"Dear Mrs. Weitzler, you don't owe me anything." Anson smiled indifferently: "Whether it's Speaker Mason or the future great artist Beckland, the key to the rise of the Weitzler family is to be able to seize it at the most appropriate time. A fleeting opportunity."

The lady said no more, just hugged the painting tightly.

Anson held on to the brim of his hat and saluted, leading him not knowing whether to bow or thump his chest. The last two girls who had done it all passed through the gate and walked into the mansion.

At this time, the banquet has just begun, and from the front garden to the living room with the door open, all kinds of figures can be seen - some are wearing standard black woolen trench coats and silk top hats, standard local wealthy dress; some are obviously more brightly dressed Some, and even thinner, obviously just arrived at the Ice Dragon Fjord from Beigang or other foreign ports.

Members of Parliament, local wealthy businessmen, manor owners, wealthy new immigrants... The most wealthy and powerful group of people in Beluga Port are indeed included.

It's just that there are so many guests, obviously a bit beyond the line that Weizler Mansion can accommodate, and even the originally spacious garden seems a little crowded. From time to time, the servants can be seen laughing and running with trays among the crowd. Shuttle figure.

In the dense crowd and the dimly lit night, no one recognized the little girl who was leading the little girl, wearing a simple black turtleneck trench coat and a half-top hat, who was the commander-in-chief of the Beluga Harbor garrison... Anson has a lot of convenience.

With the conjurer's keen sense of distance and insight, he soon found one of the "targets".

A dark fedora hat and a long scarf completely covered his delicate face and incomparably conspicuous long golden hair; if it weren't for those very familiar lake blue eyes, he wouldn't even be able to determine the identity of the other party in the first place.

And just as Anson noticed it, the other party also found his figure; holding a glass of light beer, he walked quietly to him from the shadow of the treetops, and saluted his chest:

"Good evening, Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief."

"Good evening, Sir Carnot."

Anson responded lightly: "Is he here?"

"Not long after you arrived, you are only fifteen minutes ahead of him." Karno nodded slightly, his clear eyes pretended to look around at will, and then said softly:

"This is not the place to talk."

Nodding expressionlessly, An Sen raised his hand and made a "please" gesture, signaling the other party to lead the way.

The two followed Carneau across the garden and entered the living room silently at the time when the servants were delivering desserts; except for the half dozen lemon cakes missing from the tray, no trace was left.

Walking up the stairs, I saw Derek, who was wearing a dark green coat and also covered most of his face with a fedora and scarf, was guarding outside a door; the moment he saw the figure next to Carno, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if injured The beasts of the beasts noticed the same kind who stepped into the territory.

But in the next second, he returned to normal, and snorted coldly and opened the door for Anson.

For the Wild Hunt knight who was almost hit in the head and then watched his companion get shot in the head by himself, Anson just smiled lightly and raised his hand to the door handle.

Just as the two were about to walk into the door, Derek suddenly raised his hand and stopped Lisa next to him.

"Sorry." Karno's voice sounded in the corridor at the same time:

"There can only be two of you and him at this meeting. Please understand the commander-in-chief."

"If you insist, I don't care."

Raising his hand and pressing the shoulder of the girl who was about to draw the gun, Anson smiled at the two of them: "Anyway, it's not like a group of people make the same mistake three times - two of them are still the same. place."

As soon as he finished speaking, Derek, who was staring at him, was instantly blocked by Carno, with an expressionless face that seemed to say, "I don't know what you are talking about", raised his hand and reached into the door:

"Please."

Anson nodded slightly and gave the girl next to him a look; Lisa, who got the "signal", wiped the cake at the corner of her mouth and walked towards the stairs very obediently.

Under the gaze of two pairs of strange eyes, An Sen opened the door alone and walked into the room that the other party had prepared in advance.

boom--

The door closed gently behind him, An Sen, who was standing there, looked at it: the soft carpet, the brazier, the half-protruding windowsill, the oil paintings on the wall, the wooden cabinet full of books, a little messy, and stuffed underneath. A writing desk with two cabinets... The study room of the Speaker of Beluga Harbor was displayed in front of him.

"I didn't expect you to convey your sincerity to us in such a 'special' way."

Soft words rang out in the corner of the study. Ian Clemens, who was sitting on the carpet by the brazier, leaned back against the bookcase, raised his head and smiled sincerely at Anson, with a glass of open book spread out in his arms.

Judging from the cover, it should be The Life of Saint Isaac.

"To be honest, we even had doubts at the beginning; but Karno convinced us that this was your signal - the result was really unexpected." Ian continued without standing up:

"You really add a lot of risk to our operations."

"There's not much risk, right?" Anson looked around again:

"Being able to borrow the private study at Weizler's Mansion from Mason, it seems that your relationship with him is still very good."

"You guessed it wrong. Since Harold died in the warehouse, the honorable Lord Mason has never contacted us - even secretly hired adventurers to hunt us down."

Ian smiled bitterly, and then a playful expression appeared on his face: "But even unwelcome guests can be treated by the host at the right time and place."

"Especially at a location that this guest is familiar with." Anson added without missing a beat:

"If I'm not mistaken, when you were ambushing me, Sir Carneau should have been in this study, monitoring every move of me and Mason... Right?"

"You are still very hostile to us, Lord Anson Bach; I can understand why, but it is really unnecessary."

Ian sighed lightly, with a very regretful expression on his face: "To be honest, after the previous lessons, we really don't want to be your enemy at all; but many things are not within our control. ."

"You can." Anson interrupted:

"You are the leader of the Faithless Knights, and you are fully capable of doing something."

"That means betraying all the members of the Knights, as well as our master, the Crecy family, and becoming an unpardonable traitor."

Gently closing the book in his hand, his expression became solemn: "That will be an extremely difficult step for those of us."

"Not to mention that the Crecy family knows all the members of the knight order. All of us have records on the pursuit list of the Church of Order. The use of black magic ensures that no one can defy the will of the Cressy family, and we also have a relationship with each other. Also keep watch..."

"Our heartfelt loyalty alone will not allow us to commit such a shameful act of betrayal!"

What Ian Clemens said is justified and well-founded, neither humble nor arrogant, with a high profile, a vivid image of loyalty to the master and not afraid of power.

I have to say that Anson was so familiar with this image that he understood the price proposed by the other party as soon as he opened his mouth, and confirmed the most critical part of it.

"Black magic - if I remember correctly, the casting effect of black magic should have a distance and a duration, right?"

"This is your ignorance, because suggestive black magic has no such drawbacks." Ian explained, the serious expressions of the two seemed to be discussing academic topics:

"By simultaneously casting spells on a group of willing, or at least ostensibly willing people, through years of tinkering and stressing, and finally using the influence of constant contact between groups, it is possible to sustain a black magic semi-permanently."

"In this case, unless you flee alone and are never found, the effect of the curse can gradually decline and finally get rid of it completely."

And it is obviously impossible to do this, because Phil Crecy knows the details of all of them, and at the same time the entire Faithless Knights are on the blacklist of the church. Once they escape, there is no place for them in the old and new worlds. .

Anson calmly walked to the brazier~www.mtlnovel.com~ took a chair and sat down, pretending to think deeply: "But all black magic, whether it is direct mind reading and illusion, or implied curse And hypnosis, once the caster himself dies, it will also be ineffective."

"More precisely, there will be a temporary out of control situation." Ian added:

"The suggestive black magic has a certain lag. Even if the target is killed, as long as it is repaired in time before it completely fails, and the caster himself voluntarily, the original effect can still be restored."

"But anyway, this black magic is indeed ineffective in the short term, right?" Anson asked.

Ian nodded solemnly: "Indeed."

"But as the leader of the Faithless Knights, I myself have an important mission to protect this black mage; so no matter how hard you force me, I will not reveal his whereabouts and details to you!"

"And I never thought I could get any answers from you. After all, you are indeed a loyal and excellent leader." An Sen also looked at him seriously and nodded slightly.

In the quiet study room, the two who looked at each other were silent for a long time, and the corners of their mouths raised unconsciously.

Chapter end

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