I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 287

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Raging Seas, Wanderer.

The icy waves beat against the hull, making the small cabin that was not comfortable even more oppressive.

The humid and icy air made all the passengers on the ship consciously reduce the frequency and time of leaving the cabin. They shivered and curled up between the bed boards that were not warm at all. Lower the last trace of temperature.

The small Vagabond colonial sailboat is so quiet that it seems to be a ship of the dead on the sea at night. Only the slight kerosene lamp and the aroma of hot soup can make the "living dead" in the cabin regain a little bit of life.

William Gottfried was lying on a wooden barrel in front of the bed, writing quickly in a notebook by the faint kerosene lamp at the top of the cabin; with a battered right hand and a worn-out fountain pen, on the yellowed paper Leaving a very beautiful and clear handwriting.

He stopped every two or three lines, and wrapped his frozen palm with a blanket over him, until it regained its temperature and resumed writing, and the cycle went on and on; except for the friction between the tip of the pen and the paper, there was no sound. any sound.

The scrawny figure, the dim light, the sound of "rustling~"... If passers-by have poor eyesight, they will be enchanted because of that fountain pen.

Just when everything was going smoothly, a voice behind him suddenly interrupted his rhythm.

"What are you writing?"

The boy who was sleeping on William's top bunk suddenly stuck his head out and asked while clinging to the edge of the bed.

"My notes."

William replied casually, stopped the pen in his hand at the same time, and looked back at the boy in the upper bunk: "Well...it is also my most important research result so far."

"Research... results..." The boy who was obviously not from a noble family frowned, chewing these two professional terms carefully, his curious eyes flickering more and more: "Are you a priest?"

"It's a church scholar." William explained patiently:

"A priest who specializes in research, a study of some kind of knowledge, technology, or history."

"Oh... I know, like St. Isaac's!" The boy's curiosity seemed endless:

"Then what do you study?"

"Mathematics, history, practical technology and...words." William put down his pen silently: "mainly words, and various symbols."

"Interesting?"

"...Not necessarily." William shook his head:

"Knowing too much often brings more pain and misery, because the truth is not always good...and sometimes even trouble."

The boy's brows furrowed, as if he couldn't understand the connection between knowledge, pain, and trouble.

"Then, are you still researching?"

"Now?"

William glanced at the notebook casually and shook his head slightly: "No, I'm just rewriting the notes from my previous research; the previous notebook was left to some bad people, because if I take everything away, they will Will not let me go easily."

"Why are they doing this to you?"

"Because of a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?"

"They seem to think that the runes I'm studying have some kind of power that can use magic and summon evil gods." William shrugged:

"It's a big misunderstanding, because these runes have nothing to do with magic; they're a special 'language' - the language of dragons."

"Dragon?!"

The pupils of the young man suddenly lit up, showing infinite brilliance: "You, have you seen a giant dragon?"

"Me? No."

William categorically denied it, and before the other party showed a lost expression, he changed the subject again: "But Saint Isaac has seen it."

"He has not only seen, but even left behind a knowledge called 'Rune Literature', which is used for communication between humans and dragons, a legendary alien species that transcends nature."

"But he's a very conceited, and a very rough man, who leaves runeology but not a way of saying human ability; I guess he has his own solution, and feels that only a genius like him can handle this knowledge, so nothing was left but the rune itself."

"And my job is to subdivide and evolve on the basis of these runes, make them more understandable, and make them really usable through syllable combinations, not worthless dead words."< /p>

"In other words, as long as you learn this script, you can speak to the dragon, right?"

"In theory, yes."

William said lightly, carefully observing the changes in the young man's demeanor and comparing it with his previous judgment: "Of course, it can do more than that; even in a sense, those villains are not completely wrong. "

"Although these runes can't summon evil gods and use magic, they can expose the veil of the magic of the three old gods and make them no longer seem so mysterious."

"If I want to describe it, it is like a key that can unlock many secrets... This is not an exaggeration, in fact I have made many surprising discoveries through research on it, many of which are They are very different from what the church says, and even completely subvert the perception of most people."

"Like giant dragons... Although the church has always denied their existence, these runes evolved from ancient scripts are themselves direct proofs that giant dragons once coexisted with humans; and in the dark ages when the Church of Order had not yet flourished, magic also Not synonymous with evil; the seven knights defeated the three old gods, but they did not deny the meaning of magic, and even highly respected this power..."

William Gottfried tells the story, from the birth of runes to the Dark Ages, and from the Dark Ages about the days when the dragon once flourished, and about the seven knights gathered together, the casters and the priests of the church together. The years when he served in the court of the king of knights, when dragons lingered above the towers of the castle.

The teenager smiled and lay on the edge of the bed, listening silently like a bedtime story, his radiant eyes gradually darkened in William's unwavering tone, his pale skin lost its color little by little, and his breathing stopped.

Only the raised corners of his mouth and the innocent smile full of curiosity were fixed on his face forever.

Seeing the boy who was no longer breathing, William turned his head silently, picked up the pen he put down again, and resumed his work; the dim kerosene lamp left four figures in the cabin, but only the thinnest one remained slightly shaking.

According to official statistics from Clovis, among the colonists who can sail smoothly from the North Harbor to the New World every year, their health status declines due to living environment, sanitary conditions and malnutrition. Rates range from one-tenth to one-fifth all year round, and increase as the climate gets colder.

No more than two-thirds of immigrants will eventually arrive in the New World.

"So knowledge often brings only pain and misfortune." William murmured while waving his pen: "What scholars need to bear is not only wisdom, but also all the hardships that come with it; everything explores the unknown. No one will be spared."

"Except... well, including St. Isaac."

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"My loyal Colonial Commander-in-Chief, Brigadier General, Anson Bach:

This is the second letter I have written to you recently. When you receive it, you must have seen the "surprise" that I carefully prepared for you, so let me congratulate you first, the plan is a complete success.

Of course, you must have understood the danger of the situation now, so let's cut to the chase and cut to the chase.

The thing is, in order to help you who are far away from the colony and lack of talents, I specially selected a talented scholar to provide technical assistance to the colony. His name is William Gottfried, your alma mater, St. A graduate of Sark College, Senior Lecturer and Associate Professor, proficient in mathematics, history, practical techniques and ancient runes.

But none of this matters to you... You just need to know that he is an expert in mechanics, and you can ask him for any technical questions.

Well, I guess you've noticed - yes, he's tied to the 'surprise' I've prepared for you; so you can treat him as a technologist personally appointed by my governor, with status and yours The kind that sits upright.

He is really an amazing genius and can definitely help you solve a lot of problems; I hope you can respect him from the bottom of your heart, just like you respect me.

In addition to this, there is a small, insignificant point that needs your attention; that is, our terrific His Excellency Associate Professor William Gottfried, a wanted criminal.

Of course, I believe that the reason why he was wanted by the trial must be due to some misunderstanding, but... you should understand what I mean, protecting his personal safety is also one of your responsibilities. Never let his whereabouts be caught by anyone. Discovered by those involved in the church.

As for the rest... as much as possible to meet all his needs, don't get mad at him for some quirks in his life behavior - of course, this is just a simple precaution, you know, people who are gifted tend to have some quirks.

Dear Anson Bach, I truly believe that the two of you will live in harmony, thousands, thousands! Don't let me down.

Well, if anything goes wrong with the Honorable Associate Professor William Gottfried, I will definitely hold you accountable; remember that, and I will do what I say.

Finally, make good use of this "New Year's gift" that I have prepared for you. I also look forward to your return gift in the coming year, which will give me enough surprises.

Sophia Franz

yours truly. "

pop—

Putting down the letterhead suddenly, Anson raised his head expressionlessly and looked at Erich standing in front of him: "Where's the person?"

"Who?"

Erich, whose eyes were blank, said subconsciously, but he suddenly woke up and quickly said:

"Ah! You, you mean Associate Professor William Gottfried, he didn't come with our fleet."

"Not with you?" Anson raised his eyebrows:

"You mean, he found a separate colonial merchant ship from North Harbor?"

"Uh, yes, it's like this." Erich nodded again and again, his eyes erratic:

"And, in fact, we don't even know exactly which ship he was on."

This extremely honest answer made Anson frown even more.

According to Sophia's letter, this William Gottfried was her appointed technical advisor and the specific person in charge of the operation; such an important person did not set out with the fleet, but acted alone ?

The weirdness is not only here, Sophia repeatedly mentioned the status and importance of this technical consultant in the letter, and she wrote a letter to herself to introduce and explain, which is enough to reflect her attention to this person, but repeatedly from various The angle told himself that the expert consultant had a bad personality and was also a wanted criminal who was being hunted down by the trial.

Looking at her tone, it's not like asking herself to respect and attach importance to the other party at all, but all kinds of crazy hints to let herself find a chance to kill this genius scholar.

In addition, he didn't even take Sophia's carefully prepared fleet, but acted alone... Even if Anson's response was slow, it was not difficult to feel that there was definitely a problem.

His first reaction was that this person probably provoked the eldest lady of the Franz family, so he wanted to use his own hands to take revenge for her, so that Sophia would not have to end the scene herself, which seemed too rude - as if she was a very vengeful person .

Well, although she is very vengeful, and she is very careful, she belongs to the kind that will cause countless troubles once provoked.

Anson shook his head, threw all kinds of cranky thoughts out of his mind, and turned his attention back to his eyes: "So how many things did you transport on this long journey?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Erich suddenly light up in front of him; he took off the top hat on his head, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and performed the standard Clovis gentleman etiquette to Anson:

;

"Allow me to introduce to you, the 'Old Homer Arms Factory' in the southern suburbs of the outer city of Clovis!"

"The factory is officially authorized by the famous arms dealer and the Leopold brand. It has a long history of 20 years since its establishment. It has produced countless high-quality and inexpensive arms for the kingdom, and has received orders from famous generals many times. - Many of them are today's top army officers!"

"To this day, the factory not only has a complete production line of various infantry equipment such as Leopold breech rifles, bayonets, grenades, etc., but also has the ability to manufacture light artillery, heavy-duty carriages and large-scale carriages entirely by itself; Thousands of skilled craftsmen and workshop mechanics have an average of more than ten years of service, rich experience and trustworthy."

"Now! All the production lines, equipment and workers of this long-established and capable military factory, plus three thousand Leopold rifles and supporting equipment, and twenty six-pound infantry guns in stock. …”

"It's all yours!"

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