I Will Be The Crowned King

After sending off Duke Aiden who had received a satisfactory answer, Anson, who was slightly relieved, turned around and went back to the room. He happened to bump into Carl Bain, who had been hiding outside the conference room, and stared at him nervously.

"It's done?"

"It's done." Anson took a bottle of rum and bit off the cork:

"The Duchy of Aiden withdrew from Carindia, and at the same time promised to send troops when we and Thun fought against the Grand Duchy of Mist; the condition is that Aiden will take one-third of Mist's territory... Have some confidence in me, okay? "

"My deputy commander, I have great confidence in you."

Carl took the wine glass and pushed it hard, and the wooden mug slid towards Anson on the long table: "I just want to know, how are you going to explain this to your relative?"

"Explain?" Anson took the cup steadily and poured a full glass of rum for his chief of staff:

"There's nothing to explain - I just did it, Thun either accepts it or doesn't accept it, it's that simple."

"Huh?" Karl, with wide eyes, took the rum he handed:

"But... Thun is our most important aid, so it's too much to not explain in such a sentence..."

"It won't be soon." Anson took the wine bottle and sat down beside Carl with a sigh:

"We may not be able to stay in Hantu for long."

It won't be long... Carl's expression was taken aback, and then he quickly guessed a high probability:

"You mean the archbishop's relative... Major General Ludwig Franz?"

Anson nodded helplessly.

The Southern Army, which was destined to suffer setbacks in the following battle, had to slow down the attack at the Eagle's Point Pass, but as a result, after entering the hinterland of the Elf Kingdom of Iser, it was unprecedentedly smooth, as if it were no one.

The Iser frontier guards who retreated from the border into the hinterland, as well as the private soldiers of the elf lords from all over the world... Just like pretending that they could not see the existence of the southern legion, they took the initiative to put them in the defense line, attacked the city all the way in the Wang family's territory, and burned them to death. Looting, approaching the royal court of Iser.

Originally, Anson thought that this Iser Punishment War would last at least a year, but now it seems... well, if everything really goes as smoothly as the Ludwig War Report said, it will be at most half a year.

Of course, there is a problem here, I am afraid it will involve the "Thirteen Council" and the royal family of Iser, the local conservatives and the fanatics of the church. The only effect of the whole thing on Clovis is that Iser The Elf King may soon surrender.

Once the war against Ysir is over, there is no way for the Stormtroopers to stay in the Fargo; and if Clovis really sees some potential in the Fargo, it's even less likely that a levy should be stationed there. it's here.

"So you plan to end the Hantu War quickly?" Carl frowned, took a sip from his cup:

"Find a big one, and then withdraw?"

"Well...but it's just an alternative, and it's not necessarily useful." Playing with the wine bottle, Anson looked at Karl with a half-smiling smile:

"After all, it's just a verbal agreement. No one can tell what will happen at that time. From my observation, the Duke of Aiden doesn't seem to obey the gentleman's agreement obediently."

"Yeah." Carl nodded in agreement: "After all, neither of you is a gentleman."

Anson rolled his eyes, took a bottle of wine and touched Carl with him, and the two drank it all at once.

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After the negotiation was successfully concluded, the 5,000-strong Storm Division settled in the Green Valley without delay, and as agreed, took over the southern city wall, warehouses, and half of the city up to the center of the town from the Aiden Legion.

However, the loot that was obtained without firing a shot did not make the officers and soldiers of the Storm Division feel any excitement-the city that they got had already been looted by the Aiden Legion, and the artillery had all been blown up into dilapidated houses... There are few places where people can live.

After a hastily tidying up, the Storm Division only emptied the only warehouse stronghold and the surrounding streets, but these areas were not enough to accommodate an army of 5,000 people... In the end, only the most elite grenadier regiments could be placed around the warehouse, and the rest The troops were still stationed in batches in the ruined city just like the siege positions outside the city.

Until late at night, An Sen, who finally settled all the troops in the city, returned to his room with a tired face.

Usually these trivial matters are handled by the junior secretary and Carl, but now that Alan Dawn is away, there is basically only a loyal chief of staff in the entire Storm Division staff... It is indeed a bit inconvenient to throw all the work to him. Too kind.

Pushing the door to enter the room, the room had been cleaned up in advance by the soldiers of the guard company, so it looked very empty. There was only a desk, a bed and some sundries, and the closed room could still smell a faint musty and **** odor.

Yawning, Anson walked to the desk, picked up the documents above and the newly delivered newspaper, and glanced at it, ready to go to bed and deal with it tomorrow.

at this time……

Um? !

A burning tingling sensation came from the location of the heart without warning.

An Sen, who was in a trance, woke up instantly, and his shadow trembled slightly under the kerosene lamp.

Someone... No, there is a caster.

And in my own house!

At the moment when the figure trembled slightly, the right hand was still holding the document that had not been put down, and the left hand, which was inserted in the pocket, cracked the knuckle of the index finger.

A slight tingling sensation came from his temples, and images from every corner of the room poured into his mind.

A face, a translucent surprised face, was hiding in the corner of the room.

Stare at yourself!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The moment he threw away the document, the "dagger" revolver appeared in Anson's right hand, and fired three shots in a row behind him; at the same time, his body almost instinctively rolled in the direction of the door to dodge.

The opponent was a spellcaster, and Anson didn't expect three buckshots to end the battle; but the biggest feature of the "dagger", in addition to its power and recoil, was that the movement was loud enough.

Since the other party intends to assassinate him, the first thing to do is of course to raise the alarm!

The moment the gun flames lit up, the almost translucent black shadow rushed towards Anson in an extremely strange posture; the lead bullets that ripped through the air and screeched, all swiped from the side of the black shadow without injury, and behind him. Crater after crater exploded on the wall.

So fast!

Sensing that he couldn't dodge, An Sen suddenly shook his left hand, and the long and narrow bayonet emitting a faint blue light slid from the cuff to the palm of his hand, holding it back in front of him.

"Clang!"

Accompanied by the golden-red fire that exploded on the blade, the huge impact made Anson's left arm shake; but it seemed that the translucent "black shadow" on the opposite side was more surprised than him:

"Can you really see me?!"

What answered him was Anson's warm smile and the "dagger" that roared from the muzzle.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three more shots were missed.

The astonished "Black Shadow" changed his movements three times in a row in an instant, dodging the incoming lead bullet like a gymnast, as calmly as if he knew the trajectory of the ballistic trajectory the moment Anson fired.

Wait a minute, I already knew it the moment the shot was fired... In that instant, Anson, who seemed to understand something, was distracted for a moment.

But at this moment, the "black shadow" that grabbed the gap swooped!

"Clang! clang! clang! clang..."

The stormy slashes kept coming, and An Sen, who couldn't see the opponent's movements at all, looked extremely embarrassed. He kept parrying and dodging purely by the insight of supernatural powers and the sense of distance from the conjurer.

And while he kept dodging, Anson finally saw the outline of the "black shadow" on the opposite side - he was not really transparent, but the color and luster of the body's appearance could constantly change, perfectly fitting the surrounding light, shadow and objects. Color, so that it looks like "invisibility".

Oh, if that's the case... With the door behind him reflected in his mind, Anson thought of a very perfect plan.

"Clang!"

The fire from the collision of the sharp blades exploded in the air, but An Sen, who was clutching the handle of the knife tightly, turned into smoke in the vision of "Black Shadow" and disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the bayonet that was bounced into the air, the "black shadow" who missed with a single hit froze in place, and the sharp blade in his right hand slammed to his back.

"Clang!"

Anson, who was holding the gun barrel backwards, blocked the "transparent" sharp blade with the handle of the gun, and the blast wave rushed into the smoke and Anson's bangs, showing his signature smile that his plan was successful.

The "black shadow" who was parried was shocked, and he subconsciously raised his head when he woke up in an instant.

That bayonet? !

"Congratulations, you guessed it right!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, An Sen suddenly got close to "Black Shadow", released the gun handle suddenly, and grabbed his arm holding the knife, so that the opponent had no room to retreat.

The screaming bayonet fell from the air, and "Black Shadow" eagerly tried to dodge, but Anson grabbed a hand tightly, unable to dodge at all.

At the moment when the tip of the knife was about to stab the "black shadow", the falling bayonet suddenly changed its angle in the air and fell steadily into his hands.

"Pfft!"

Youlan's blade pierced Anson's chest with precision.

The shocked Anson's eyes widened, staring at the bayonet in his chest, and then...

"boom!"

The "dagger" revolver that slipped to the left hand pulled the trigger.

"Black Shadow", who was hit by the lead bullet in the heart, was shocked, raised his head in astonishment, and saw the smile on the corner of An Sen's mouth.

"I lied to you, I guessed wrong."

The bayonet is the bait, the real hook is the loaded revolver!

"Pfft!"

Blood spurted out of his mouth and chest at the same time uncontrollably; "Black Shadow", who was clutching his wound, stumbled and fell to the ground, kneeling in front of Anson.

He desperately covered the wound and lay on the ground, trying to stop the blood from overflowing, and looked at An Sen with a begging expression.

It was the dark muzzle of the "dagger" that answered him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Five bullets, two in the head, one in the throat, one in the heart, and one in the lungs.

The figure lying in the pool of blood twitched slightly with the sound of the gunshot, his eyes gradually became slack, and with the last wisp of blood he coughed up, there was no movement at all.

Standing in a pool of blood, An Sen looked at the corpse on the floor indifferently, and after confirming that the other party was completely dead, he put away the revolver, holding the bayonet handle inserted in his chest with his right hand, and pulled it out with a slight force... From under his coat he pulled out a notebook pierced by a bayonet.

"Hey, this seems to be the second time, right?"

Looking at the two particularly obvious marks on the diary, which were pierced by sharp blades, An Sen couldn't help laughing at himself.

After chuckling for a while, An Sen, who put the bayonet into his sleeve again, turned his attention to the corpse on the ground with a solemn expression.

It was only now that he really saw the appearance of this assassin.

The corpse lying in a pool of blood had fair skin, a delicate complexion, and very delicate and three-dimensional features; there was a very beautiful head of red hair that seemed to be burning.

He is not tall or old, with a very well-proportioned body, and he can see that there is no excess fat. He wears a very simple and capable coat that is close to the body. At first glance, he looks no different from ordinary Hantu people, and then... …

Should be a man.

Anson's expression showed a flash of disappointment.

Um?

Suddenly aware of something, An Sen squatted down and gently brushed away the long fiery red hair of the corpse; a little pointed pink ear appeared in front of him.

Iser elf? !

Is he an elf spellcaster? !

The stunned Anson froze in place... Why would an Isel elf caster want to assassinate him?

Miss Talia of the Rune family said that the old **** sect of the Iser elf is the "Thirteen Council". This organization should be thinking about how to overthrow the royal family and the domestic church power, and how can it still have time to come here? Assassinate yourself?

I, Ansen Bach, are only the powerless and ineffective deputy commander of the Southern Army. Even if I want to assassinate, I should assassinate Ludwig Franz!

No, this is not the crux of the problem; the crux is whether he sneaked all the way to follow him here~www.readwn.com~ or was he instructed by Duke Aiden?

If it's the former, then why didn't he notice it all the time; if it's the latter, the Duke of Aiden was assassinating him in such a grand manner, not afraid of being revenge by Clovis?

Or is it that he has already hooked up with the Thirteenth Council, and wants to use the power of the Iser elf to unify the vast land?

It sounds a bit magical, but since Thun can all join forces with Clovis, Duke Aiden is taking refuge in the elf old gods... It doesn't seem to be a particularly unreasonable thing.

The question is, what do the people who assassinate themselves get?

The storm division will fall into a state of chaos and disorder for a short time, and Clovis's expansion of influence in the vast land will stop - if you think about it this way, it seems that except for the Thirteenth Council, the entire vast land can get a lot of benefits.

The Duke of Aiden can continue to attack the port of Carindia, and the Grand Duchy of Mist will be free from the threat to the south. Even Thun... has lost an ally that will affect her expansion.

The cranky Anson stood up from the ground, glanced at the corpse on the ground again, and then walked towards the desk, intending to take a break before the guards came in, so as to sort out his thoughts.

At this moment, the door behind him was suddenly opened.

Hearing that, An Sen looked back subconsciously, but the "guard" who walked in from behind the door had already raised a revolver.

"boom!"

The moment the gun flame lit up, An Sen, who had no time to react, was shocked, staring at the figure that attacked him in astonishment.

"Pfft!"

Anson Bach, whose eyes widened, fell into a pool of his own blood.

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