I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 291

Accompanied by the closed door and the sound of footsteps drifting away, the warm living room gradually fell into dead silence; only the flaming charcoal in the fireplace made a disturbing sound.

I... was affected?

The stunned Anson couldn't help shivering. The still-hot coffee cup almost dropped from his hand, but the hot water splashed on the back of his hand only made him a little awake, and he didn't come out of the shock.

He was not just surprised by the fact that he was affected, but it was even more difficult to understand how the other party could still have any effect on the premise that he had completely "secret" the power of incantation and blood, and he didn't even use "powers". aware.

And William Gottfried, he is 100% devoid of any spellcaster and talent!

If so, how did he find out?

Runes?

Well, assuming this is true, then as a detection method, even if there is no reaction on his body, when he "uses the rune", he will never leave a trace.

Or is this ability really so magical, it can evade all detection methods, and it can be completed without knowing it... What is it called... the process of communication?

If it's true, then it's not wrong for the court to arrest him at all. In addition, this man can say whatever he wants, and he doesn't care about the opinions and opinions of the people around him. It's just a walking hatred attraction. .

An Sen, whose mind was a mess, slowly sat back in the chair, put the coffee cup on the coffee table, gradually calmed down his restless mood, and forced himself to calm down.

As for the "abnormal" or strange dreams he mentioned, of course, Anson had already noticed it... From the first day Talia brought Norula to Moby-Dick Harbor, she used her to "see" the strange After the indescribable picture, similar nightmares came on and off, from time to time.

At first, he thought it was the old gods who cared too much about the land of rest, and the threat of the Kresi family never stopped, and he thought and dreamed every day; but as these dreams became more and more clear, even in the Long after waking up, he could still remember it clearly, and even if he didn't take it seriously, Anson began to be alert.

If William didn't show up, this state would continue for a long time... He could actually guess in his heart that it must have something to do with Talia, but with the current relationship between the two parties, his "dear fiancée" has no reason to hurt himself intentionally. For some reason that is not easy to explain, it cannot be explained directly.

But since he was broken by the other party, no matter how patient he was, Anson couldn't keep silent any longer.

According to him, in order to achieve this level of interference, a certain medium must be passed, and it cannot be too far away, especially in terms of diet... diet... Talia can't buy vegetables herself, so... drinks!

In the dead silent living room, An Sen with a stiff face took a deep breath, picked up the coffee cup and placed it in front of him.

The deep black and mellow liquid has a faint fragrance. Just by looking at it with your eyes and smelling it, you can easily guess its quality—this is the coffee beans that the merchants of the Rune family specially purchased from Hantu.

Coffee, rum, red wine... I don't eat at home most of the day, even if I do, I seldom eat the same. Tobacco comes from military supplies and I don't choose much.

If Talia really wants to do it, drink is the best medium.

Silently put the coffee cup back on the coffee table, An Sen with a blank face slowly raised his right hand, the fake wound on his shoulder due to the [Wound Canvas] has long since disappeared.

"Snapped!"

At the moment when the **** sound was played, the "power" spread out around itself with itself as the center.

For him in the past, it was still a lot of consumption to accurately deploy "powers", but as the intensity of the spell continues to deepen, and he touches the edge of the blasphemous mage, he can do whatever he wants just like controlling the casting range. The range and precision of the manipulation ability, and even directly block some unconcerned content.

Sitting upright in the chair, he seemed to have left his body consciously, shuttled through the spacious Rune Mansion, carefully examining every room, every corner, every trace, not letting go even the slightest abnormality.

And suddenly, he found that a pale figure appeared behind him at some point.

Norula? !

The thin girl with a pale face and a translucent complexion was standing motionless in the room behind her, without making a sound, just staring at the door.

With her scarlet, illusory and indescribable brilliance eyes!

Without the slightest hesitation, An Sen stood up decisively, rushed to the door as fast as he could, firmly grasped the door handle, and then yanked it sharply.

"boom!"

The closed door opened in response, and Nolu Ra, who was still standing there, raised his head expressionlessly and looked at Anson, who was stunned.

"Why are you here?"

Breathing slightly, Anson said in a very inexplicable tone.

In his impression, the evil girl who was drained of power by Talia was no different from a doll; without the vitality that Talia injected into her, she would not even be able to open her eyes.

How can I get up from the bed and run to the next room to check myself—and it hasn't made a single sound!

Norula didn't answer or make any expression, just stared at him silently.

An Sen suddenly realized something, and tentatively asked:

"Did Talia ask you to do this - nod your head if you do, or shake your head if you don't."

This time she finally had a reaction... The pale evil girl paused for a while, trying to control her cervical vertebrae like a doll, shaking her head up and down.

The magnitude is so large that it gives the illusion that it may "fall off" in the next second.

Very good, it seems that she does not have the ability to hide, or that Talia is not going to hide, then the matter is easy to handle... An Sen with a deep sense of relief, continued to ask the second question:

"Is her reason for letting you do this to strengthen the connection between me and the magic spell, so that I can break through the barrier and become a Blasphemy Mage?"

If I remember correctly, I once discussed related topics with Talia; to completely solve the troubles caused by the casters of the Resting Land, becoming a Blasphemy Mage is the easiest way.

Of course, there are also strong side effects—one hundred percent will be targeted by the inquisition and the church, and once exposed, the consequences will be disastrous.

This time, Nolula didn't give an answer immediately. After a few seconds of pause, she first nodded, then shook her head vigorously.

Um, what does this mean?

Anson raised his eyebrows... Assuming that Nolula's answers were in order, that means she was indeed trying to strengthen her connection with conjuration, but it had nothing to do with becoming a blasphemous mage?

If that's the case, what does it have to do with the old gods of the Resting Land?

Speaking of which, up to now, I still haven't had much contact with these old gods. Except for the attack of the Lord of the Abyss, the Evil God's Egg in the Great Warehouse Incident, and the village where Norula is located, there is no more; even in the strict sense He said that he had never had any direct contact with them.

Rational judgment, Anson of course knew that this was because of the other party's code of conduct, otherwise it would not be the Chrissy family's turn to call for wind and rain in the colony; but perhaps because of the Rune family, he always felt that he only had to leave this matter to Tully. It's enough for Ya to solve it, she only needs to deal with the affairs of the Kresi family and the empire's counterattack.

But judging from the current situation, maybe I really think things are simple.

A steady stream of remnants of the Knights who poured into Moby-Dick Harbor from various colonies in an attempt to assassinate themselves and undermine the rule of the Storm Legion, is it really just out of loyalty to the Crecy family?

You must know that although the Crecy family still has roots in the colony, at this moment when the morale of the Free Confederation is booming and the Storm Legion is secretly controlling the overall situation, even if they want to take revenge, they should first hide behind the scenes, secretly accumulate strength, and wait for the better. The timing... For example, when the empire counterattacks, wouldn't it be better to take the opportunity to retaliate.

At such a time, one by one, apart from causing a little trouble for oneself and causing some minor disturbances, how many threats can they pose?

Obviously it can't, and it will only further consume the Crecy family's little vitality, and the power that was enough to force him to make concessions and negotiate will melt and disintegrate little by little in the continuous small friction.

No matter how stupid Phil Crecy was, he shouldn't have made such a mindless decision.

But... what if it wasn't his decision?

The plan to usurp Yangfan City failed, the plan to lure himself into a trap failed, and even the evil gods in the land of rest lost an important companion, and it seems that they have become an existence that everyone shouts and can't stand in the colony...

How much value does he and the Crecy family have for the Tomb Keeper of the Resting Land behind him?

If they don't think so, how will they treat this traitor who is serving himself while thinking about usurping power from the tomb keeper?

Continue to pretend to be the cooperation of the snake, or take advantage of the weak opportunity of Phil Crecy to squeeze out the last use value - let the remnants of the Faithless Knights continue to pour into the Beluga Harbor, causing riots and paving the way for their real attack ?

Anson suddenly shuddered.

"Norula... not... a tool..."

Just when a certain commander-in-chief fell into his thoughts, the pale evil girl suddenly said:

"Norula...is...the key..."

"The...key to...the land of rest..."

Her voice was very light, and the movements of her lips were also very small, but Anson was keenly caught:

"The land of rest?"

"You must... go to... the land of rest..." The girl said faintly:

"At the most critical time... Anson Bach... must go to... the land of rest..."

"This is... the last resort..."

"At the most critical moment..."

"When...it's not too late...when..."

Closing the door gently, William Gottfried walked cautiously towards the outside of the Rune Mansion.

When he was about to reach the entrance, the little clerk who happened to be holding a document bag came back from the outside, and immediately stopped with a bit of standard joy, and greeted with a smile:

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency William, have you met the commander-in-chief?"

"Yes, I have." William raised his hand and replied lightly:

"It's a little bit unexpected, he's a very interesting guy; it seems that it will take at least two months or half a year for him to completely bore me, which is a very good type."

"The most surprising thing to me is that he still has so many secrets... Well, it even makes me wonder what he has been through in the past few years, generally similar guys are neurotic and paranoid, It's rare to see a structured type like him."

"As a metaphor, a famous saying by St. Isaac's megalomaniac can describe him very well: when I try to spy on him, it is as if I spy on the bottom of a lake; Known as a stormy sea."

After speaking, the expressionless William was like a loudspeaker that was suddenly turned off, no more words.

The words that did not match the foreword caused the little secretary's expression to fluctuate slightly, but his excellent professionalism made him quickly return to normal, and he said with a formulaic smile:

"So this is a happy meeting between the host and the guest. Congratulations."

"Yes, he has found a tool person who can help him solve the problem, and I have found a boss who can tolerate me for a long time. We are all very happy." William nodded lightly, and then seemed to suddenly remember something:

"By the way, you are his... secretary, right?"

"Yes." Alan Dawn still smiled:

"It's my honor to be able to become a man with a bright future like Lord Anson Bach..."

"Is it something like a butler or a servant?"

"...Not exactly ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The little secretary who was roughly interrupted pursed the corners of his mouth, paused for a few seconds before answering, and there was a flash of anger in the corners of his eyes. .

"Oh."

William nodded, completely ignoring what was wrong with his tone just now: "In that case, I suggest you remember to replace the coffee and other alcoholic beverages in this house later; even if you don't, the commander-in-chief The adults shouldn't drink anymore."

"This is the work of the housekeeper of Rune Mansion, the personal servant, and the bartender—but thank you for reminding me." The corner of the smiling little secretary's mouth trembled slightly:

"Is there anything else?"

"No, or it's nothing to do." William's attitude remained the same:

"It was you who stopped me halfway, didn't you?"

"Yes! Sorry...bye."

The little clerk who completed the entire etiquette process with the fastest speed straightened his back, left William Gottfried at the speed of light, and walked quickly towards the living room.

William, who was thrown on the spot, shrugged and walked out of the main entrance of the mansion.

Just when he was about to return to the White Whale Harbor Council Room before nightfall, he was surprised to find that it was completely dark outside, and the howling snowstorm occupied the streets of Beluga Harbor early.

With a face full of surprise, he took out his pocket watch from his pocket, and the hands on the dial just reached the "three thirty" position.

"So soon... is it coming?"

Chapter end

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