I Will Be The Crowned King

West of the Rough Sea, the waters around Edland.

The pitch-black night fell like columns of torrential rain, tearing the gust of wind and rolling up monstrous waves; a light cruiser tossed and undulated between the rain curtains, tossed from wave to wave like a toy.

From a distance, this dark cruiser has almost merged with the surrounding night; the huge sails painted with the symbol of the Ring of Order are bulging high with the whistling sea wind.

A man in a three-cornered hat and a high-necked leather trench coat stood on the deck leaning on the mast; the raised collar and brim covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of deep blue Eyes, plus the very conspicuous "Lightning Skull" logo on the collar.

For those who live in the Adelaine area, just seeing this pattern is enough to make them distraught and frightened; when it appears, it means that the church inquisition in Adelaide - the Order of the Storms is nearby .

Curses, storms, shipwrecks... As long as they appear, they are bound to be enveloped by bad luck; anyone who has experienced the scene personally can die without pain, even if it is a gift from the Ring of Order.

The man stared at the waters shrouded in darkness and torrential rain. The peculiarly shaped silver compass in his hand seemed to have malfunctioned. The spiral-shaped solid gold pointer swayed wildly between twelve gemstones of different colors engraved with mysterious runes.

Even so, he still did not give up, his eyes narrowed into a gap under his frown, trying to find something in the bottomless darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, a ray of light entered the corner of his eyes from behind him; he slowly turned his head and saw a judge dressed like himself, holding an oil lamp, walking onto the deck.

"Captain Edward, what did you find?"

"No, Gray Second Inquisitor, it seems that luck is not on our side this time."

The person called "Grey" sighed after hearing this, and his resolute face under the oil lamp showed a bit of concern: "But we have been at sea for almost a month, if we still have nothing to gain...will it be a colleague from Beigang? They made some mistakes, mistaking ordinary Old Gods activities for..."

"I don't think so," Edward interrupted:

"In terms of retrieval and observation of the Old God School, Clovis's colleagues are far more experienced and technically stronger than ours; not to mention being able to send the information from afar, it is enough to believe that it must have been carefully verified. , confirmed to be correct."

"And the abnormality of the turbulent sea can also be regarded as evidence of this information... This year, the activities of the Lord of the Abyss are far more frequent than in the past; for these monsters that are hostile to the world, doing so is equivalent to consuming one's own life. It is not a last resort. It will never be so."

"But even if the intelligence is true, we can't stay any longer."

Gray's expression was solemn: "The Explorer has been out to sea for a month. We have experienced at least five storms this month, and we have also surrounded and suppressed three pirates... The energy, materials, and the level of wear and tear of the ship are not enough to support our search. Work."

"Even if we finally find it, in our current state, we can only watch it..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The two who were facing each other's eyes widened at the same time, and they saw their stiff and stunned expressions in each other's pupils.

Quietly, something changed in the dark night shrouded in rain.

The whistling of the wind and the roar of the waves gradually faded away, and the world gradually fell into a strange silence, being swallowed up bit by bit by the power called "Death Silence".

At the feet of the two Inquisitors, the creaking Explorer was still sailing erratically on the sea; it was just holding the bottom of the ship from the original sea water to some kind of... the same "soft" entity.

It wraps, wraps around the ship, and moves slowly in the darkness; like the island on the back of a whale, it is so peaceful, harmonious, and serene.

The huge main body holds the bottom of the boat and "simulates" the tossing of the waves with the squirming; the stretched part wraps the decks on both sides to ensure that it will not tilt, and the small branches pull the sails, as if they are really Blast forward.

as if……

The icy rain was still washing over the two figures on the deck, and the piercing touch took away not only the temperature, but also their vitality.

In a short time, before they noticed it, they saw a few more wrinkles on each other's faces quickly, the complexion began to become dull, and the hair on the temples and forehead became a little more silver.

Suddenly, Edward felt that the compass in his hand became heavier than it had at the beginning; his eyes, which were trying to turn hard, inevitably shrank abruptly at the moment of focusing.

The dripping rain turned into dark red viscous blood plasma on the compass, making the rapidly rotating pointer slower and slower.

In the end, the spiral-shaped gold needle tip stopped firmly on a bright ruby.

boom--

Everything is gone.

The compass returned to its malfunctioning state again, and the gust of wind mixed with raindrops roared the ground and the mountains, and the endless rain curtain filled the night, beating the already boiling waves, roaring like thousands of war drums.

Everything is back to normal again, but it doesn't seem to be quite the case.

The two judges on the deck were still staring at each other's faces, watching the glittering glitter of sweat or rain running across their cheeks, and the eyes full of fear.

"Captain Edward..."

"time!"

Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Edward, who had a gloomy face, stole it and said, "What time is it now?!"

The startled Gray instantly woke up, and hurriedly took out his pocket watch from his pocket; he opened the cover tremblingly and almost threw it out:

"Three fifteen, it's three fifteen in the morning!"

Hearing the subordinate's answer, Edward was silent for a moment. This time was about a minute different from the countdown in his heart just now; after a little error, it should be that the spillover of that power affected his sense of time.

"Ring the alarm bell immediately and notify the entire crew to return to their respective posts and enter a state of first-level alert!"

Edward took the lantern directly from the second judge: "Tell them to return immediately and return to the headquarters of the Order of the Storms as quickly as possible without any delay!"

"From now until arriving at the port, all the judges are not allowed to enter a sleeping state. They must monitor each other's mental state, and suspect targets must be reported immediately!"

Now? !

The nervous Gray's eyes widened, but there was no rebuttal: "Yes!"

While speaking, he couldn't help but glanced at the other's cheek - compared to a few minutes ago, the wrinkles on Edward's face were indeed more pronounced than before, and the silver hair on his temples was much less.

After giving the order, the chief judge nodded slightly and walked towards the captain's room with the lantern in hand.

Just as he pushed the door and entered, the voice of the second-class judge stopped him in his footsteps.

"team leader!"

Looking at Edward's back, Gray, whose face was still filled with panic, couldn't help shouting, "Just, just now... that is..."

"Ah, you guessed it right."

Edward said lightly, with a dignified light in his blue pupils:

"My colleagues in Beigang, maybe they didn't even think that they found something. It's not an ordinary spellcaster, or a blasphemous mage who has no name in the records of the Church of Order."

"That's... an apostle!"

………………

Beluga Harbour, Parliament.

"Huh... I finally sent her away."

An Sen, muttering to himself, changed his previous cautiousness and slumped on the sofa with no image, his limbs drooping naturally, his eyes were empty, and the whole figure was like a ball that had been drained of air.

Alan Dawn stood next to him cautiously, with a somewhat restrained posture, a child who asked adults to help clean up the mess. He stood there motionless and didn't even dare to raise his hand to straighten his crooked bow tie.

In his still young mind, a slightly old lady with a wealthy family is simply the embodiment of "virtue": graceful and full of maternal appearance, elegant and full of style clothing, always skillful in cooking good dishes , is always so gentle and considerate, meticulous, even if the tone and voice may be different, but they are all so subtle, intelligent, and generous.

Although the little secretary is only 16 years old this year, his aesthetic appreciation for women has matured in one step, reaching the level of 60 years old.

until today.

After seeing Lord Anson Bach, Mrs. Weitzler, who was able to remain calm, immediately burst into tears and complained tearfully about the cruelty of Speaker Harold's widow and the shamelessness of the Harold Foundation, telling her what happened during this time. How life is better than death, how terrified.

Pulling hair, sharp fingernails, sobs, howling and howling... The fantasy of a "beautiful woman" in the mind of the little secretary was completely shattered.

Of course, more importantly, it is completely unreasonable.

No matter how Lord Anson promises to ensure that the Weizler family will never suffer any grievances, she continues to cry as if she hadn't heard it at all; and as long as the name "Harold" is mentioned in any sentence, The whole person is like a carnivore smelling the smell of prey in an instant, and can't wait to pounce on it and bite.

This was full of all kinds of nonsense, and the persuasion of crying and promises lasted for more than an hour. It seemed that maybe he was tired from crying and took a nap in the lounge next to him; Anson, whose voice was hoarse, immediately called Fabien and asked him to Send someone to send Mrs. Weizler "gong back home".

The grenadier regiment commander, who was experienced in the security work, resisted Mrs. Weizler's crying, and with a cold face, he put the emotionally broken lady into the carriage with a stern expression. Accompanied by several guards, he left the parliament at lightspeed.

After a few more minutes, the little secretary dared to walk in slowly, holding a cup of warm honey water:

"Master Anson, your performance just now is so amazing that I can't even find any suitable adjectives for my lack of knowledge."

"Where, there's no need to exaggerate." Anson smiled wearily, and took the throat drink he handed:

"The Weizler family is an important local supporter of the Rune family and the Storm Division in Beluga Harbor. It is a natural obligation to protect them. Otherwise, who else is willing to be loyal to us?"

"But Mason Weizler is dead, and his relationship network and all kinds of interests have been cut off; even if his son and Mrs. Weizler can inherit some of them, they have lost their use value for you."

The little clerk was still puzzled: "What's more, after such a long time, although there are still objections in Beluga Harbor, they have actually accepted the existence of the Stormmaster and the Rune family, and Mason Weizler is no longer needed. the middleman, isn't it?"

"Yes...no."

Letting the warm honey moisten his throat, which was so dry that it was about to burst into flames, Anson's spirit immediately recovered a lot: "Mason Witz strangled to death, it does not mean that the useful value of the Weizler family has completely disappeared."

"Indeed, we no longer need an intermediary to balance the relationship between the storm division and the local people, but the wealth, influence and part of the relationship network held by the Weizler family are still there and can still be inherited; it is entirely possible Let them shine in new, different corners from the past - say, a director of a future coal mine bank."

"Even if they have no opinion, it can give the Rune family one more seat in the bank, with a stronger voice, and it is less likely to arouse the resentment of others. At the same time, it can also serve as a model for bribing people's hearts, allowing them to see their loyalty to Rune. Family benefits."

"Finally... even without these, they were loyal to me after all, and treated their subordinates and allies as irrecyclable items that were thrown away when they were used up, not my style."

"Then your style is..."

"No one is completely useless, just not in the right place."

"So it is." The little secretary suddenly realized.

"In the final analysis, I'm actually an uncontested pacifist; as long as you are willing to cooperate with me, is it willing or not, and what does it matter if you have different views, positions, ideas and beliefs?" Anson further sighed:

"It's a pity that not everyone has the same idea. Such people must be resolutely and thoroughly attacked, so that they can no longer destroy my perfect plan - since they can't cooperate, they can only be enemies. ~www.readwn.com~ So, your partnership means…”

"Either accept my plan or obey my orders." Anson hummed softly:

"After all, no matter what you do, you have to have a plan, so naturally you should choose the most perfect plan... What do you think, Ellen?"

The little secretary put his hands behind his back and smiled elegantly:

"I think what you say is what you say, Lord Anson."

"Uh, this seems to be too much... Forget it." Anson waved his hand:

"Go and inform the councillors who are coming to the meeting soon. The issues discussed today are how to entertain the governor and the envoys of the Roland family, and what to do if they arrive at the same time - come up with something that can be accepted by both parties at the same time, and will not let them conflicting plans."

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief." The little secretary touched his chest with his left hand and bowed in salute:

"Your order is my 'cooperation'."