I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 293

The moment the words fell, the smile on Anson's face disappeared, replaced by a dignified expression similar to that of a young knight.

He did not have the slightest doubt that Louis Bernard knew the information about the Land of Rest and the Gravekeepers' Old God Sect - the other party was the heir to the Grand Duchy of Adelaide, and the Crecy family was originally an important member of the Bernard family. Branch, with Crecy's power in the new world, it's really wrong that the Bernard family doesn't know anything about it.

Even if the family hadn't told him the whole truth, Queen Freya Mosesfield of the Thirteenth Council of Isel would be meticulous and confess everything she knew; coupled with the Empire's intelligence network in the New World... Louis There are 10,000 ways to figure out who those "native spellcasters" are.

More importantly, in the eyes of the tomb keeper, the Bernard heir may be more troublesome than himself and must be eliminated as soon as possible.

A mere Clovis officer has limited energy no matter how much tossing; but if Louis Bernard takes a firm footing and the forces of the Grand Duchy of Adeland once again infiltrate the new world, it is likely to attract a counterattack from the entire orderly world.

For the gravekeepers who don't want to be disturbed, the whole world of order abandons the old hatred and goes all out to colonize the new world, squeezing their activity space, which should be the future they least want to see.

"I don't know if you have noticed, but the councilor of Sail City told me that this winter is much colder than previous years." Louis said worriedly:

"This is definitely not normal... In recent years, the temperature of the old continent has gradually increased, and there are even merchant ships that set off in November to the three countries of the North Sea and the new continent, and trade on the turbulent sea has become more frequent."

"Fleia told me that the wind and snow in Sail City is probably not formed naturally; although it is very weak, there is an unusual breath in the air - if you guess correctly, there should be a similar situation in Beluga Harbor."

"In addition to the disappearance of Phil Crecy and the strange movements of the Faithless Knights, I think this is a sign... The tomb guards may not fight back like they once did."

Anson put down the rum glass in his hand, showing a thoughtful expression.

"This is one of the reasons why I decided to come here. Beluga Port is most likely their main target." Louis frowned:

"Storm division and Beluga Harbor are the foundation of maintaining the Free Confederation at present. Before completely resolving the contradiction between the old and new worlds and ensuring that His Majesty Herid gives up the idea of ​​​​counterattack, there must be no loss!"

The moment the words fell, An Sen could clearly feel that the young knight's eyes were looking at him.

It is a pure emotion that does not contain any position, is full of care and concern for a close friend, is not mixed with any impurities, and has no desire to ask for or expect a response.

This excessive simplicity made Anson feel a little uncomfortable, and at the same time there was a flash of shame in his heart: he really thought that Louis Bernard had to ask himself for help because he couldn't find an investment.

Of course, it was just a flash. The always calm and rational commander-in-chief quickly regained his composure, and turned the topic to a more favorable direction with a faint smile: "It's not the Storm Division, but the Storm Legion."

"The local appointment just arrived last month, expanding the Storm Division into the Colonial Legion, and even took me from the Colonel to the Commander of the Brigadier General."

"Really? Congratulations."

The young knight's eyes lit up, and he nodded with a serious expression: "This is as it should be. If you were in the empire with your achievements, I'm afraid it would have been long ago..."

The voice came to an abrupt end, and Louis was stunned for several seconds, like a wooden man.

"No... it won't." The young knight showed a bitter smile: "If you were born in the empire, the 'civilian knight' who only obtained the title by the power of blood would not have the chance to lead thousands of people at all. Not to mention being a regiment commander and crowned brigadier general."

"Even if the emperor issues an edict, can be canonized as a landless court earl, become a special envoy of the royal family, and serve as a former military staff officer, it should be the limit - this is already the most exaggerated result I can imagine."

"In terms of talent selection, Clovis really has to be better, otherwise, it would not have been successful in just a few hundred years; even the commoners can have the status that the aristocrats in the past could have. Although it goes against tradition, but It doesn't mean that meritocracy is unreasonable."

The young knight sighed with emotion, and there was a bit of complicated respect in his eyes.

Anson paused slightly.

He really wanted to tell the other party that he was not a commoner. Although the Bach family was small, it was considered a nobleman. Strictly speaking, it seemed that it had nothing to do with "meriting people". In terms of seniority, Carl Bain was the oldest in the legion and deserved the most credit. Yes, promotion is the slowest one.

If it wasn't for the expansion of the Storm Division into a legion, and the local staff could not find a suitable staff officer to send over, he would never be a lieutenant colonel in his life, let alone a legion chief of staff.

But on second thought, for the descendants of the seven great knights like Bernard, the top nobles of the empire, the Bach family, which only has a few hundred acres of manor in the countryside... It seems that there is really not much difference between the commoners.

The old empire is the Iris Citigroup and the Clovis country rich man, basically two worlds belong to yes.

After a few seconds of silence, he decided to test the other party's attitude - by the way, he quickly avoided this topic:

"What's your plan?"

"Plan? To be honest, I originally hoped that you could tell me your plan." The young knight pondered: "We need to make complete preparations. If the gravekeeper wants to attack Beluga Harbor or any colony, it will never be the case. It would be as simple as gathering a group of indigenous people."

"If I'm not mistaken, the final situation may be similar to your small village in that forest; the power of the old gods of the gravekeepers is very terrifying, but correspondingly, they are also quite limited."

"What's the matter, why do you have this expression?" Looking at Anson's surprised appearance, the young knight snorted softly, "What's so strange about this, Freya told me everything that happened, otherwise I would Why are you in such a hurry to take the risk and rush to Beluga Port?"

"This is a disaster that we need to face together - until we completely eradicate the Crecy family and defeat the gravekeeper, the colony will never be peaceful."

No, it completely annoyed the tomb keeper of the land of rest. That is the real never peaceful day. They are guarding the tombs of the three old gods... An Sen's expression is a little complicated:

"If that's the case, what about Freya... miss?"

"She's nearby, she just doesn't want to meet you, so she hasn't come over for a while."

The young knight sighed, as for the conflict between the two, even his client could not find a way to resolve it.

"But you don't have to worry too much. Freya said that she met a friend nearby and had a good chat with him... Hehe, with her personality, maybe she's even happier than attending a banquet."

"Yes, that's fine."

Anson suddenly smiled and turned his attention back to his eyes.

The "Happy House" pub outside Beluga Harbour Council.

"So Anson Bach is your elder brother, but at the same time, you are Talia Rune's...sister?"

Freya frowned slightly and stared at the girl in front of her. The appearance of the other party was exactly the same as that of a blasphemous mage who left a very bad impression on her, but even if they both stood in front of her, she could easily tell them apart. difference.

At the other end of the table, Chief Sheriff Lisa, who was devouring the apple pie, nodded, but her attention was focused on the beautiful things on the table in front of her, and she couldn't hear what the kind big sister on the opposite side was saying.

Lisa actually had some impressions of this eldest sister. There was a relationship during the battle of Iser Elf Royal Court. Later, after the capture of Yangfan City, the two met, but they were not impressed.

But it was this big sister who was not impressed. After seeing Lisa, not only did she help Lisa catch the criminal who tried to resist (the remnant of the Knights), but she was also willing to invite Lisa to eat.

The great big sheriff Lisa, immediately rose to her infinite favor - even took the initiative to introduce a restaurant!

As for the questions she raised... Anson Bach's origin, the power of the Rune family in the new world, Lisa couldn't understand at all, and at first she could answer with "Mmm!" , and then you can nod and shake your head.

"But this is impossible, Ansen Bach is just an ordinary person, and Talia..." Freya muttered to herself, her brows getting tighter and tighter: "What is your relationship with the Rune family?"

She looked at the girl who was gobbling down in front of her, and became more and more curious about her existence.

Judging from the magical breath, the girl and Talia do have some similarities, but the difference is not small, and it can even be said that there is a world of difference; if you want to describe it, Talia's is more complicated and cumbersome, just Like a pair of satin outlined with colorful silk threads.

And Lisa... the breath on her body is more primitive, pure, full of simplicity and some ancient power; maybe not as strong as Talia, but much more direct and violent.

This is not the most terrifying part - Lisa is not a spellcaster in the strict sense; Freya can clearly feel that she does have the power of blood magic in her body, but it is not like Talia's. A powerful spellcaster, but... by birth.

This is the same as himself, but he is the Iser elf, but the girl in front of him is obviously of human blood.

In other words, she was born with the power of blood magic in her bloodline, but she herself did not awaken or use this power consciously; what she showed was only the natural spillover of this powerful bloodline. That's it.

Just like this, her strength can already crush most spellcasters and talents. If she is completely awakened, then...

"Ah... hiccup!"

The sudden sound interrupted Freya's contemplation. She raised her head and found that there was only a mess of delicacies left on the table, and there was a girl with a greasy mouth, who was looking at her embarrassedly.

"Ah... ah, that, that, that, Lisa is really starving, because she wants to chase the prisoner." The girl was aggrieved and blamed herself, her wide-open eyes desperately dodging:

"Yes, yes, no, Liza invites Freya again, this time Liza promises not to eat too much! Really, Liza swears!"

Freya looked at the food scraps at the corners of the girl's mouth, as well as the plates that were clean and reflective. She was silent for a few seconds, and said softly:

"are you full?"

The girl hesitated for a while, and finally shook her head very honestly.

Freya didn't say anything more, raised her hand to stop the passing bartender, and pointed to the CDs on the table:

"Another one that's exactly the same."

"Great!"

The big sheriff let out a happy cheer.

Ten minutes later, looking at the girl who continued to "fight" with a table of delicacies, Freya's mouth showed a slightly wry smile.

It seems that apart from this mysterious girl, I will not find more secrets about Anson Bach today.

But just as she was about to join the girl's "Operation Disc", Freya stopped suddenly and turned her eyes to her side involuntarily.

Through the gap in the door, the girl could clearly see the whistling wind and snow outside; the biting cold wind poured into the warm spring-like hall of the tavern, mixing a few chills in the hot air.

But what she felt was not only the chill, but also the indescribable aura of fear.

As early as when sailing in the city, the smell of this breath was still very weak, but after arriving at Beluga Port, it was obviously much stronger, and it was still increasing, infiltrating, and spreading its power to every cold wind and every snowflake. .

The other party is like a shrewd hunter, quietly approaching his prey little by little; his movements are very careful, very slight, and even make the prey silently accept his existence, completely accustomed to it, unaware that he has stepped into it. What a dangerous situation.

But Freya could feel it.

Not only because her power itself has reached a level similar to that of the other party, but also because of the innate sensitivity of the Iser elves - this is the power flowing in their blood, and it can't hide from her eyes at all.

The stench that seemed to vanish with the wind was like a lion breathing in front of her, to her extremely sensitive.

"Crack-"

The crisp sound of the machine sounded in her ears~www.mtlnovel.com~ Freya turned her head and found that the girl who was still gobbling up just now jumped off the chair, holding a strange rifle in her arms, skillfully fiddling with it agency.

"Big sister saw them too, right?" She put a slightly larger three-cornered hat on her head, and the girl smiled at her:

"Do you want to go together - for the sake of this big meal, Lisa can give you half the credit!"

Freya was stunned for a moment, and then showed a flat and confident smile:

"OK."

"Then it's settled!" The petite girl swung her rifle, holding a licorice stick in her mouth, and kicked the door of the tavern first:

"Grand Sheriff Lisa Bach - Strike!"

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