I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 266

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If there was one thing Anson was really "frightened" of, it was probably explaining things to Talia August Rune.

It's not that Talia is a rambunctious, unreasonable girl - that's actually quite simple. After contacting a certain Miss Franz, Anson has quite a lot of experience in this field - it's better to say He Jue Compared to most people, she is definitely the kind that is considerate.

Don't get me wrong, this sentence is definitely taken literally; the problem is that she definitely sees you as a human being, and as for herself...it's very hard to say.

In the eyes of the Rune family, the only difference between humans and gorillas or poultry is probably "communication"; considering that blood mages can easily master the "language" of other creatures in the evolutionary stage, even this only feature can be avoided. .

That loving look, gentle eyes... Whenever she thought that she was probably no different from a pet cat in her eyes, Anson would always feel numb all over.

The situation this time was no different. The girl ignored the chief of staff who was running for her life in a panic and listened quietly to An Sen, who had not slept for two days and two nights. .

Halfway through, he even prepared mulled wine to soothe his nerves, which completely relaxed An Sen, who had been tense for dozens of hours.

For Miss Franz's concern, Talia did not show even the slightest jealousy, and her generosity even made Anson feel a little unusual; but the already confused thoughts and extreme exhaustion made him unable to think. So much.

Soon, he felt that the picture in front of him began to blur, and the exquisite living room, the flaming fireplace and the **** the sofa all turned into a mixture of several colors, and became more and more dim, and finally sank into darkness.

Before he was aware of it, Anson had already fallen into a deep sleep.

In the dreamland, a series of broken images kept pouring into his mind: he saw again the towering mountain covered by the blizzard, and the white snowflakes flew like raindrops, forming an invisible barrier around the mountain.

Immediately after the second flashback, a luxurious four-wheeled carriage appeared in the middle of the icy and snowy Quartet Avenue, galloping towards the towering peaks of the mountains; behind the fast-turning wheels, the rut marks and roads disappeared in the blizzard. disappeared.

The picture shattered again, and a majestic city on the top of a mountain emerged from the endless darkness.

The towering towers, the city walls that stretch like mountains, the pure white and gold masonry, the magnificent and complicated carvings... The turbulent snowstorm suddenly stopped at this moment, and the huge city came into view without any warning, standing on the top of the mountain. .

Silently, Anson, who was immersed in his dream, entered the fourth flashback... It was a magnificent, twisted palace that stood in the center of the city like a clock tower, overlooking everything.

And this clock tower composed of countless runes, gems, bricks, metals... red, black and blue is like three giant snakes entwined with each other, and is always turning in an incomprehensible way .

From this moment on, the flashback speed of the screen began to speed up.

Anson first saw a spacious library surrounded by a giant jewel eyeball; countless bookshelves, long tables, rooms and stairs of different shapes, forming a labyrinth-like space; wearing a black or purple cloak, holding a sterling silver The figure of the candlestick shuttled through it, and from time to time there would be shrill screams. Only the worn-out cloak, the extinguished candle and the blood-stained book were left on the spot.

The picture suddenly swayed. More than a dozen figures of different looks, who could not even be called "humans", were having a heated debate around a round table in a dimly lit room; Hengmei sneer...

Whenever one side loses, a huge six-pointed star will appear under the round table. The defeated debaters widen their eyes in despair. …until it becomes coke, ice, ashes, and corpses, falling into the hexagram, and disappearing.

Soon, another group of debaters walked out of the darkness and took their seats at the round table, and another round of debate began.

The shaking of the picture began to speed up... A grand classical palace emerged; one by one dressed in graceful and luxurious figures, either sitting on the throne inlaid with gold and silver, or leaning on velvet and lying softly; countless men and women in scantily clad clothes Waiters shuttled through the palace, serving delicious meat and dark red hot drinks.

The violently shaking picture drooped down, focusing on the wine glass in front of it; a milky white solid suddenly appeared in the hot and bubbling hot drink; at first it looked very much like some kind of jelly bean snack, But as it tumbled, especially after revealing the rest, it got closer and closer to a...

teeth.

human teeth.

boom--

The picture was shattered, and Anson's consciousness completely fell into darkness.

Dongcheng District, Beluga Port, a kind-hearted hotel.

This is a hotel that has just opened for less than two months. The owner of the inn is a manager of a large farm outside Beluga Port City. Relying on the animal slaves and hard work, he has a little income; and two months ago, this hotel The hotel was originally a "stronghold" of the farm in the city.

Since more and more investors and colonists came to Beluga Port at the beginning of the year, this talker had an idea and converted the "stronghold" into a hotel to earn extra money for the farm in the city - by the way An excuse to let the daughter who always shouted that she wanted to live in the city got her wish.

There are not a few "locals" who do this... With the increase in population, accommodation in the city is becoming more and more tense, and many shops will rent their attic to some new colonists; even churches must be open at night , light the fireplace in the hall, and provide a bench for the believers who have nowhere to rest and sleep.

The hotel is not spacious, and the facilities are also very simple. There is only one living room, three public toilets and one bathroom. Each room can only put down the bed and simple luggage; but it is warm and affordable; and there is a smart A competent innkeeper, a skilled wife and a diligent young daughter make the inn always full.

In order to relieve the manpower pressure, the boss also called a young guy from his farm to help... He knew that this boy has always liked his daughter, and planned to "create opportunities" for them nearby.

Now...they never have a chance.

The desperate boss was kneeling on the bed, the ledger he carried with him on weekdays ran through his heart, from his back to his chest; his head turned 180 degrees looked at the ceiling, and his little daughter hung on the ceiling.

The delicate girl's eyes were blank, and she didn't seem to know what happened until the moment of her death; her **** neck was stuck on the metal support of the chandelier, and her rickety limbs were shaky, and "tick-tock" fell. The plasma turned into a dark red creek on the wooden floor, sketching a spooky pattern.

At the end of the stream was her mother, a middle-aged woman in an apron with a miserable expression, dragging her internal organs and intestines that had been split open, and staggering towards the door, leaving deep bloodstains; The arm raised at the last moment is always frozen before touching the doorknob.

But even if she is still alive, it is impossible to open this door... The young man with glaring eyes stood outside the door, his right hand holding the doorknob tightly and his body leaning on the handrail of the stairs formed a wonderful fulcrum balance, plus The two daggers that nailed him to the wall successfully turned the room into a secret room that could not be opened.

Gently pushing away the young man's corpse, Ian Clemens and two former members of the Faithless Knights entered the room, standing a few steps away from the corpse, looking at everything in front of him with different expressions. .

Derek took a deep breath and frowned subconsciously: "Are we late?"

"On the contrary, we came at just the right time."

Staring at the innocent **** the chandelier, Sir Carnot shook his head: "The other party is very clear that this is one of our strongholds, and that we will gather at the stronghold at this time."

"They committed crimes before this time, and left before we would find their breath... Judging from the degree of blood coagulation, it should have been half an hour ago... So, it was just right."

The Wild Hunt Knight was confused by his companion's explanation. After thinking for a long time, he said, "You mean, they know us?"

"Not necessarily."

"Oh, what do you say?"

"Dear Derek, with your memory, I don't think you can recognize all the members of the entire Knights Order." Karno looked at him sincerely:

"I think you'll know at most two-thirds...or three...including yourself."

Derek: "..."

The Wild Hunt knight with a twitch in the corner of his mouth took a deep breath, glanced at Ian Clemens who was still looking for something, and suppressed an impulse to lower his voice: "Sorry, but I don't think my memory It's so bad!"

"Really?" Sir Carneau still did not change his face: "The honorable second knight commander, please name a few members of the knight order."

"I……"

"Oh, I almost forgot, the dead don't count."

"...you are so mean."

While the two were still arguing, Ian Clemens suddenly stood up and left.

"Wait, just leave like this?"

Derek hurriedly stopped him and looked at the former leader of the Knights with a look of surprise: "This is a few lives, and it won't take long for the soldiers of the Storm Division to discover this place!"

Although Karno didn't step forward to stop him, he also looked sideways with doubts in his eyes.

Ian raised his head expressionlessly and looked at his two companions: "So?"

"So..." Derek was so blocked by him that he was almost speechless. After a long pause, he said:

"So... should we take the lead and tell Anson Bach the situation to avoid being suspected by him; or hurry to see if there is anything unfavorable to us and take it away as soon as possible, so as not to be discovered by his people, right? !"

He stared intently at Ian Clemens, puzzled written all over his face.

The former Knight Leader was also silent for a few seconds, and then silently raised two fingers:

"First of all, there is nothing against us here; on the contrary, the longer we stay here, the more dangerous it is; because we are now the president of the Harold Foundation, Harold's widow, and a certain foundation. Members; being found at the murder scene by the men of the Storm Division will surely cause a riot."

"Secondly, the situation this time is slightly different from before; on the contrary, it is more beneficial for us to let Ansen Bach find out for himself."

"...how to say?" Derek asked blankly.

Ian sighed, lightly patted off his companion's palm on his shoulder, walked to the innkeeper's body, took out the ledger from the blood hole behind him, and opened it to the two.

The two of them turned around at the same time, and saw that the dark yellow account book was printed with a short sentence outlined in blood plasma:

"Traitors, here we come!"

Rune Mansion, early morning.

The sleeping An Sen suddenly opened his eyes, he got up from the bed, and it took ten minutes of repeated verification before finally confirming that he had left the dream and returned to the real world.

Covering his head that was about to explode, Anson, who still had some dream memories in his mind, wore a nightgown, staggered from the bedroom to the living room, and made himself a pot of hot coffee; no sugar, no milk, Let the hot and rich black liquid enter his throat alone.

Ten minutes later, the pain finally eased a little.

With a long sigh of relief, An Sen didn't bother to eat breakfast, and immediately began to recall his dreams last night and the last bits of memory left before falling asleep.

First of all, it can be determined that it should be something that Talia added to the glass of mulled wine, otherwise she would fall asleep so quickly after being used to staying up late on the march all the year round - of course, it may also be related to her body, after all, she will soon be twenty Five years old, no longer young~www.mtlnovel.com~ The content of the dream should probably still be related to the "Land of Rest", but it is different from before. The extremely strange city and the various scenes in the city are What I had never seen before; and combined with the pictures I had seen from Norula before, the Resting Land should be a huge, ash-filled ruin, not a magnificent city on a hill.

Not to mention the city, there is nothing on the ground except the six-pointed star.

Could it be that the scene he saw was what the Land of Rest once looked like? But according to all parties, this should be the tomb of the Three Old Gods, so how could there be a city?

Just when he was puzzled, Alan Dawn suddenly walked into the room with a tray with breakfast in his hand.

He placed the tray lightly on the coffee table next to him, and after confirming that Anson had seen him, he stepped forward and said calmly:

"Master Anson, Your Excellency Reinhard Roland invites you to visit his residence to discuss the topic of banking business in the New World."

Chapter end

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