I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 298

Beluga Harbour City Centre, Parliament Hall.

When the port has been reduced to a sea of flames and the military camp headquarters outside the city is in chaos, the banquet hall is still full of lively dances and dances; all kinds of guests enjoy an unlimited supply of fine wine and tirelessly play in the sound of two shift bands. of indulgence.

Or take the opportunity to greet each other, or walk around in relationships, or win over and squeeze out... Countless secrets, conspiracies and plans are hidden under the seemingly enthusiastic and crisp clinking of glasses, and they are swallowed up in a duplicitous smile.

There are also some optimists who are simply indulgent and indulgent. They don't care about the atmosphere around the banquet scene at all. They focus entirely on the food and wine around, and on all kinds of male and female guests, completely obeying their own desires.

But neither one of them noticed the abnormality in the dark night outside the window at all, nor did they even notice that the company of guards that should have been guarding outside had entered the parliament at this time, and surrounded the entire hall in full armor; The blizzard has even submerged half of Beluga Harbor, and in the deep darkness, some indescribable existence is slowly approaching them...

Even Reinhard Roland, who was conceited with his "sense of smell", did not realize the change in the situation. The only ones who felt that something was wrong were Ansen Bach and Louis Bernard who left early, and all the officers of the Storm Legion also disappeared.

However, this little doubt was also in the presence of alcohol, and was quickly forgotten by Reinhard, and he began to be obsessed with his hunting results... In just one banquet, the business of New World Company spread throughout the entire Free Confederation; In the poor and cold Winter Torch City, he was already the biggest creditor of all the colonies.

And on the premise of less than one million cash, through the turnover of all parties, he has released debts worth nearly two million - most of which are still almost unprofitable such as trade tariffs, minerals, and shipyards. The lost assets, even if the debts are not recovered, the annual interest and dividends are not small profits, not to mention the control and influence over the local council.

Although a large part of this is the reason of the Storm Legion, and the New World Bank has no decent competitors in the colony at all... Even so, in the entire business history of the Roland family, it is an achievement that can be boasted.

Even those success factors can be fully used as proof that Reinhard has a long-term vision and a keen sense of smell; if it is his incompetent brother, I am afraid that his father has announced in public that he will be officially named as the family heir.

With six points of pride and four points of jealousy, Reinhard took up the glass and drank it, his bloodshot eyes firmly locked on a timid girl in a gray dress.

He has already figured out the identity of the girl in advance: she is the only heir of the Frey family at present, and she is also the sister of the speaker of Grey Dove Castle, Paulina Frey.

As the earliest imperial colony liberals who fell to the Rune family, Paulina Frey is completely Anson Bach's spokesperson in the Free Confederation; the Frey family, who had no support and was almost wiped out by the empire, is now free A flag of the Confederacy is in full swing.

If you get her, the future branch of the Roland family in the new world may not only be the director of the New World Bank, but also have the opportunity to become the noble family of Grey Dove Castle, and even the leader of the Free Confederation...

Lightly licking the wine stain on his lips, Reinhard, who was drunk with hazy eyes, stared at his next prey.

Just when everything was about to unfold as the script, the roar and fire without warning directly interrupted the bank president's rhythm.

"boom----!!!!"

The loud noise like thunder came suddenly, and the violent vibration even made the whole banquet hall feel clearly; accompanied by exclamations and screams, the chandeliers overhead, candlesticks on the table, wine bottles, glasses... Intense brisk The notes soared up and down, even overshadowing the band's performance.

At the same time as the roar, there was also a dazzling fire... The golden-red light directly penetrated the windows and thick curtains. Both men and women present subconsciously covered their eyes at that moment, or simply turned their backs. .

After more than half a minute, everything returned to normal slightly.

"How is this going?!"

Reinhard, who was sobered up in an instant, ignored the girl from the Frey family, decisively squeezed the crowd, walked to a soldier of the guard company, lowered his voice and asked eagerly: "What happened outside, I want to see the commander-in-chief!"

"Unfortunately, Your Excellency, I don't know." The soldiers of the guard company pursed their lips tightly, and their resolute eyes desperately concealed the same surprise: "We were only ordered to guard the banquet scene and did not receive any other notices."

"As for the whereabouts of the commander-in-chief himself, this is the top secret of the Legion; we cannot tell you unless you have an appointment with the commander-in-chief."

"There is an appointment... I am the president of New World Bank!" Reinhard's eyes widened:

"I'm the commander-in-chief too - just like you!"

"That's not OK."

The soldier snorted coldly: "I don't mean to target you, but we don't know if someone will take the opportunity to act - just like the time when the commander-in-chief was assassinated at breakfast."

So it's still aimed... Reinhard rolled his eyes.

Although he closed the door unceremoniously, he didn't pay much attention - the guard company was directly under Anson Bach, and they were there to show that Anson was also here; Whatever happens outside, the lives of his own people are what he attaches the most importance to.

"Um?"

Just when Reinhard let his guard down and turned to return to the banquet scene, the kerosene lamp beside him suddenly flashed.

He subconsciously turned his head and glanced, and found that the light was intact except that it was dimmed a little; but when he thought it was his mistake, the light went out without warning.

At the same time as the lights were dim, an icy chill rushed behind him along the crack of the door, pierced through the flesh and drilled into the crack of the bone, surging up the body from the calf and piercing the top of the skull.

Even though he drank at least two bottles of rum while wearing a thick coat, Reinhard was still shivering from the cold and almost fell straight forward.

Just as he held onto the edge of the table in a trance and looked up at the banquet hall, trying to find a place to sit down and have a few more drinks, he...

stunned.

The banquet hall in front of you is still as bustling and noisy as ever, full of people and brilliant; but in the next second, the entire hall fell into terrifying darkness. The cold wind blowing in from the ruins was dyed with a thick layer of frost.

In the pitch-black darkness, a strange and evil figure emerged, peeping at the entire hall from the smashed-through ceiling, peeping at... himself!

But such a scene only lasted for a few seconds, then returned to its original state again, and then repeated again... As if there was a hallucination, two completely different pictures were constantly overlapping in front of his eyes, and they became faster and more similar. More and more... can't find the difference.

On Reinhard's cheeks, frozen with fear, his pupils were trembling.

"Wait, you mean he's very... excited?"

In the dead silent lounge, Derek couldn't help but ask, his eyes even flashing a bit of wisdom: "You mean that He also has emotions?"

Carno on the side was thoughtful. If he saw the expression of the Wild Hunt Knight in normal times, he would not hesitate to use his long spear to penetrate Derek's throat - no need to think about it at all, it was definitely a fake from the enemy.

But now...after hearing the myriad of outrageous theories that William Gottfried called "science", all three of them were not just shocked or numb, but had begun to unknowingly accept it. got this stuff.

To be more precise, they have truly believed that this bad-tempered, ill-spoken and sick-looking "scientist" can really communicate with the evil god!

Can Rao have already received this level, and the answer given by the other party still makes them feel unacceptable - the evil **** actually has feelings? !

"Of course, not only there, but also very rich!" William nodded as a matter of course:

"Many people think that rich emotions are the unique privilege of human beings. This is a very self-righteous idea. In fact, among intelligent creatures, human beings are already considered to be a relatively monotonous variety of emotions; even compared with Iser elves, our The difference is similar to that between humans and gorillas.”

"The higher the wisdom, the stronger the spiritual power, and the richer the emotional aspect is correspondingly - this is common sense at the entry level in the study of consciousness."

"It's not your fault. In fact, the church has blocked most of the knowledge in this area. In order to avoid being noticed by outsiders, there are no mutant life forms of blood mages such as vampires and werewolves..."

"Okay! We understand, you don't need to say any more!" Ian quickly interrupted William's eloquence:

"Shadow Demon... He is very excited now, why?"

"Because he has found his goal." William's tone was slightly unpleasant: "Remember what I said? The gravekeeper wants to set foot outside the land of rest, even within the territory of the New World, Neither was an easy task; they were given the responsibility to guard the tomb, and that responsibility bound them forever within the tomb."

"Every time you leave, there's a lot of cost and risk...so you can imagine how excited they were when they found their purpose."

"What target?"

"Um?"

"You said they came with a goal, what is that goal?"

In the dark lounge, Derek, who was facing the fire, resisted the urge to turn back and said to William in the darkness behind him.

This time William Gottfried did not answer directly.

He pondered, and turned to the runes that had been written all over the windows and walls of the whole room with deep dark circles; the twisted marks seemed to have life, slightly squirming, twitching, wandering, twisting, melting...combined into one by one Incomprehensible sentences convey unknown messages.

"They... are looking for someone."

someone?

The trio of Untrustworthy Knights looked at each other.

"Anson Bach? You make so much noise for Anson Bach?"

Over the dark city center of Beluga Harbor, the elf girl in the isolated snow had a ridiculous expression on her face, and she was even a little disappointed - just like thinking that her lover had prepared a dinner party for her, but it turned out to be just that. The disappointment of eating a few loaves of bread and cured meat on my own.

Originally, I thought that the other party had gone through all the troubles to uproot the Rune family's foundation in the new world, or to completely destroy the colonists in the colony, and to expel all the forces of the old continent, leaving no one behind.

It turned out that the other party turned out to be for Anson Bach - a human being!

And not a very special, noble, rare human like dear Louis, but a human like Anson Bach!

"You have opened up the restrictions of the land of rest, you are not hesitant to expose yourself to the laws of nature, and you have no scruples in squandering the authority granted to you by the True God Gate, just for a mere Ansen Bach?"

"Is it that I can't understand your difficulties, or are you guys completely crazy?"

The elf girl shook her head, waiting for her reply.

But there was no movement in the darkness, only countless strange shadows poured in from all directions, constantly compressing the flames burning around her.

Freya, whose eyes were scarlet, snorted coldly, and the lines of flames were like armor, instantly spreading all over her body.

"boom--!"

The ring of flames exploded around her with her as the axis, and shrill screams followed.

But it wasn't over yet. The girl pulled out a delicate dagger from her bosom like a conjuration. The sharp blade wrapped in flames floated in mid-air. With the movement of her fingertips, she slowly opened a golden red in front of her. The Primordial Ring.

In the next second, the snowstorm in mid-air stopped without warning, and the rolling heat wave quickly swept around the dome, covering the entire Beluga Harbor at an extremely fast speed.

boom--

The dull whistling exploded in the dark night, and a large "white fog" appeared in the sky - it was the snowstorm evaporated by the heat wave~www.mtlnovel.com~ It seemed to feel threatened, the lead-grey dark cloud Slowly condensing, a ferociously twisted face emerged, and the empty and dark "eyes" stared at the petite figure.

"You know... We, the descendants of the true god's blood, are vastly different from you pathetic grave keepers, and our strength is bound to our emotions; how intense our emotions are, we have as much power."

Freya, who was unafraid, looked up and said lightly: "And my emotions are closely connected with that person."

"And you, you, not only threatened me, but also threatened him... His life, career, future, and everything he cherished may all be destroyed because of your appearance."

"Under such circumstances, guess how angry I am now?"

"How powerful am I now...?"

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