I Will Be The Crowned King

After writing the reply letter sent to Sophia, Anson read it from the beginning to the end again, making sure that there were no typos and mistakes, and that there were sincere feelings between the lines, full of sincerity, and then solemnly put the letter aside.

Then he lifted the pen again and began to write another letter to Talia:

"Dear Miss Talia, thank you very much for your last reply. The information and intelligence orders you provided have benefited a lot, and even saved my life to some extent. The specific situation is as follows..."

"...After some fiddling, I finally defeated the two Ysir elf casters who tried to assassinate me, one of them was a conjurer who was good at stealth and seemed to have some kind of 'silence' ability, and the other was a powerful A blood mage of resilience and physical strength; and as you have described it, there is indeed a slight difference from a human spellcaster..."

"...I suspect that they have something to do with the Thirteenth Council, and I found ruby ​​and gold rings similar to tokens from them; but at present I don't know exactly where there is a conflict of interest between myself and the Thirteenth Council, and I am very suspicious of them and the The old **** sect in Hantu is involved..."

"...I wonder if dear Miss Talia, can you help me?"

After carefully writing the last paragraph, An Sen, who was about to finish writing, suddenly stopped, hesitated for a full minute, and then wrote again as if he had made a great determination:

"Also... the distance from Hantuo to Clovis City is too far, just communicating by letter can easily lead to a lag in news; as for the specific details of the Thirteenth Council, what are the differences between Iser elves and the old gods of mankind? Different, there are more places I would like to ask you for advice."

"I don't know the Rune family. Is there a more convenient way to transmit information over a long distance?"

An Sen, who wrote this, showed a hint of determination in his solemn expression.

He wants to bind himself to a deeper level with the Rune family!

It was a risky move for Anson.

Strictly speaking, until the moment he left Lund Manor, the relationship between him and the Rune family was still not a real cooperation - Anson made a big picture for the Rune family, and confirmed that he did not have any threatening towers. Leah also allowed him to leave Lund Manor with the "last August blood" Lisa under the premise of being monitored by him.

Even now, Anson is very sure that she - or her "father" - absolutely knows his whereabouts; otherwise, with his knowledge of the caster family, he would not have been able to leave Lund Manor at that time. .

The Ring of Rune, which the other party gave to him, was extremely noble and even convinced the Grand Duke Thun on the spot. It was both a gift and a chain.

It is precisely because of this that Anson will always take it with him and show his sincerity to the Rune family with practical actions.

But now he took the initiative to apply for "contact information" to the other party, which is a further surrender, and he is willing to become a member of the "Rune Family" camp.

There are two reasons.

First, the current An Sen really needs more information about the Thirteenth Council and the Hantu Old God Sect, and the sources of information in his hands are really scarce, and even if there are any, he would not dare to open his mouth; Players" bring their own "newcomers".

The Rune family, the best of almost all options.

The second is Lisa.

She won't be a child forever, she will grow up sooner or later... Even if she doesn't, Talia won't allow her to stay with her "fiance" forever.

And once they lose their use value, how will the Rune family treat a small conjurer who knows too much?

Instead of being helpless when the time comes, it is better to join in when you have a choice.

………………

Green Valley Storm Division Station, the top floor of the warehouse.

Only a few people know that there is a very narrow attic on the top floor of this large barn, which can barely fit two or three people; the entrance is very narrow and is specially hidden in the innermost corridor, an inconspicuous storage inside the cabinet.

According to the Carindian soldiers who guarded the place, the local governor hid the taxes he had embezzled for decades here, and exchanged them for boxes of gold and silver coins hidden in this place where no one would ever come. place.

However, when Carl and the soldiers of several guard companies tried their best to remove the sacks of wheat that had long been moldy and rotten, and forcibly pried open the entrance to the attic, they did not find such a "great gift".

Or it once had it, but it was stolen by someone long ago while it was circulating, and not a single silver coin was left; Just a story.

All that was left was a small, cramped, dark and dusty attic.

However, since they were all moved, the chief of staff, who was greatly disappointed, could only "use the waste" of this broken place and transformed it into a "special collection room" for the Deputy Commander.

There are only two pieces in the collection, one dead and one alive.

"call--"

The golden-red flames lit up the darkness, causing the elf assassin to wake up from the coma, staring at An Sen who suddenly appeared.

He looked very indifferent, the flames from the tip of the index finger of his right hand cast a huge shadow on his thin face, and he held the "dagger" revolver in his left hand, pointing at his temple.

The awakened elf was shocked, and only then did he find that his body was nailed to the crate, his arms and knees were cut off from the joints, and the nailed torso was tightly bound by iron chains. Must not.

After spending ten seconds to figure out the situation, the Elf Assassin, whose face changed for a while, quickly calmed down.

"very good."

The cooperation of the other party made An Sen a little surprised, but he saved himself a lot of trouble, lest the water... Nonsense:

"I ask, you answer, do you understand?"

"Understood." The elf assassin nodded, his voice very weak and hoarse, it sounded like the rubbing sound of **** rubbing:

"If, if I cooperate..."

"Then I won't embarrass you." Anson looked into his eyes and gestured to the "dagger" revolver in his hand:

"You're a spellcaster, so know this for sure; I'll give you a heart and a head for good behavior—now the first question, name."

The elf assassin's lips twitched, as if gathering strength: "...Sigmund, Sigmund Govoy."

"Are you a pureblood?" Anson asked casually.

Sigmund shook his head: "It's just half blood, pure blood... high status."

So he wouldn't be an assassin... Anson probably understood what he meant: "Are you a spellcaster of the Thirteenth Council?"

This time Sigmund didn't speak, but nodded slightly tremblingly, with a bit of surprise and panic in his eyes.

Is it really the Thirteenth Council?

The calm expression of An Sen flashed a trace of surprise in his heart, but at the same time he was still very inexplicable - why did they assassinate themselves specifically?

In order not to let Clovis or Thun get the port of Carindia, to maintain the balance of power in the War of the Far Lands? But what does the situation of the Hantu War have to do with a group of Iser elves, but even the royal court is about to be captured by Ludwig!

If it has nothing to do with the situation in Hantu, is it because he has exposed his identity related to the Rune family, and is the internal contradiction between the old gods of Clovis and Iser?

Hmm... It's not impossible, but it would be too innocent to do so; but if it is really related to the contradiction, then why did Ambassador Mattias agree to his request for cooperation during the last rebellion in White Tower City?

An Sen, whose thoughts were churning in his mind, continued to speak calmly:

"Talk to me about the specifics of the mission."

Sigmund nodded:

"... I took this mission together with Lu Sien, the time was close to evening, and the goal was to confirm that you were dead; we bribed a... Carindian, and got the detailed location of your residence from him , prepare a detailed path map and specific steps; Lu Sien is in charge of starting, I am in charge of tracking and preparing; the plan is 1:30 in the morning... While you are asleep... Execute the plan..."

He spoke very slowly, almost every sentence he said had to pause, take a deep breath before continuing, and the frequency of breathing became higher as he went on.

This also verifies that the recovery ability of ordinary blood mages is not infinite. After being seriously injured and bleeding heavily, there will still be a period of very weakness. Although they can still live at this point, their vitality is already tenacious and terrifying.

An Sen continued to ask: "So you guys already appeared in Luyin Valley on June 16?"

Sigmund nodded, breathing a little more quickly.

"It was with the Aiden Legion before, right?"

This time he hesitated for a long time, before nodding in affirmation after nearly a minute.

"Duke Aiden, the order given to you by Victor Emmanuel, right?"

Sigmund's body trembled violently, but he didn't speak, and his eyes that were still pus were staring at Anson.

It seems to be asking a key question... Anson sneered:

"Well, if you don't want to say it, you can don't say it, and I won't use words like 'you'll be dead soon' to intimidate you, after all... a spellcaster in this world wants to make another spellcaster worse off There are really many ways to die."

"Especially, it's you blood mages with tenacious vitality."

Sigmund's broken body trembled violently again, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

"I'm a good talker. Even if you once wanted to kill me and took action, I'll still give you a choice."

With a sneer, Anson took out a sterling silver rune ring inlaid with sapphire from his pocket, and took out the ruby ​​gold ring he had taken from the other party before, and hung it on the index finger and **** of his left hand, respectively. The jewel mirror is aimed at him:

"It's also better to die than life, in the hands of the Rune family and in the hands of the Thirteenth Council... You choose."

An Sen, whose face was getting colder, repeated the question just now: "It's an order from Duke Aiden, right?"

Sigmund remained silent, staring straight at Anson... but his expression was slightly shaken.

Looking at his panicked expression, An Sen suddenly understood something, so he asked, "Do you want to, or can't you tell?"

Sigmund, whose face was startled, took a deep breath, and his hoarse voice dragged in a long voice:

"……can not……"

it is as expected!

An Sen suddenly realized... I am afraid that these two assassins were also given some kind of compulsory black magic while accepting the task. As long as a certain idea flashed in his mind, he would immediately be backlashed or exposed. The exact location lets the caster know that he is still alive.

This is a type of black magic that is not very clever, but very practical. The effect is similar to inner suggestion and telepathy, and it is difficult to completely remove it; it is generally used to make a promise or a guardian oath, and usually requires 100% willingness of the recipient. to achieve the best effect.

As for why Anson, a conjurer, would be so clear about this, of course, it was because he had a very good black magic teacher - Mace Hornard.

Ninety-nine percent of the big magic books he "gifted" to Anson were related to black magic, so that this precious thing became a hot potato in his hands. "Outside of common sense of black magic, it's useless at all.

If this is the case, then judging from the fact that even the information of the "instructor's identity" cannot be revealed, the other party is probably in this green valley city right now!

Thinking along this line of thinking, the next information is very clear; assassinating oneself is a temporary task, which means that it was not in the other party's plan at the beginning.

In addition, judging from the probability, the possibility that he will appear in the Green Valley at this time is actually very low; if the target is really on himself, the location of the other side's ambush should be Carindia Port.

So there are two possibilities in the current situation: the first~www.readwn.com~ The other party is in the same group as Duke Aiden, and it is difficult to judge whether the assassination of himself is the intention of Duke Aiden, but even if it is not, he is still Definitely in the know.

The second is that the other party was in the Green Valley City from the beginning, and by chance, he ran into the Aiden Legion and rushed into the Green Valley. It also happened that he also rushed to the Green Valley five days later; so the other party decided to kill himself and break the storm division and the enemy. A peace pact between the Legion of Aiden, creating chaos.

As for where the instigator - or the elf - is now, it doesn't really matter, the important thing is that he is still alive, the other party's plan has failed, and it seems that there is no capital to do it again for the time being.

And then... he is most likely still in Green Valley City, most likely in the army camp of the Aiden Legion, um.

The prototype of a plan had already been sketched in Anson's mind.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, Your Excellency Sigmund Govoy." The contented Anson smiled kindly at the other party:

"Then, in return for thanking you, I will keep the promise between us."

"Send you to see the master of blood magic, the very generous Pluto."