I Will Be The Crowned King

"Oh dear Anson, you misunderstood."

In the headquarters prison, Talia looked at Anson Bach with a half-body bandage in front of her eyes with a smile, shaking her head gently, and her posture was graceful:

"I just had some small questions, and I wanted answers from this Mr. Aemon; we had a good conversation, I asked a few questions, and he answered, that's all, that's all."

"Of course! If Anson feels that Talia is a little jealous by talking to an unfamiliar adult male without permission, Talia is willing to compensate in any way, at any place, and at any time. —After all, no sincere words can compare to actual actions.”

"Dear Anson, what do you think?"

The girl with a soft voice leaned forward, and the big emerald eyes blinked, as if she couldn't wait.

With a slightly stiff face, An Sen glanced at the surrounding icy walls, the sturdy iron fence, the shackles in the corners, and various torture instruments of the same type as the "Guardians"... Halfway through his Adam's apple, his sincere eyes returned. On to the girl:

"No, I believe you."

"real?"

"Really, absolutely!"

"Dear Anson, you really are a kind and good person... No wonder Lisa haunts you so much." There seemed to be some regret in the girl's eyes:

"But Talia did just chat with this Mr. Aemon and convinced him to be less... stubborn, and now he's willing to answer any questions Anson has."

"……real?"

"It's absolutely true." Talia smiled and said, "I will answer truthfully, and it is absolutely impossible to lie - he has already figured it out thoroughly."

Well... Anson took a deep breath and turned his eyes to Aemon, who was sitting beside them; he was still wearing the clothes he used to assassinate himself, and a beautiful half-top hat, and there was no trace of dust or injuries on his body.

Yes, even though he was shot in the neck and thigh, he was almost blown away by himself with [Rising Fire], and the blood was sprayed to a height of half a meter, but now he looks brand new, and even his skin looks better than a few. Much better an hour ago.

Resisting the full of doubts, Anson asked with his stiff cheeks:

"Your name and identity."

"Eamon Ferndko, 22 years old, from Schönbrunn, with the blood of Levante, a talent of the wind knight, wanted by the trial for killing the Bishop of Schönbrunn, and then arrived at Sail City and was arrested. Taken in by the Knights of No Faith."

The attacker said with a blank expression:

"Currently, the Knights of No Letter are on the verge of disbanding, and the Crecy family is nowhere to be found, so they joined the 'Brave Hunters' pioneer group to arrive at Beluga Harbor, waiting for an opportunity to kill the traitor and the commander-in-chief of the Storm Division, Anson Bach."

This... I haven't asked yet, you have already learned to answer?

Looking at the dull face of the other party, An Sen, who was full of complaints, glanced at the side of his eyes with a smile on his face, and there was a little proud girl who could faintly see a little bit of Lisa's shadow.

Of course, it may also be just an illusion caused by the similarity between the two. After all, although Talia has never met Saint Isaac, her rich experience and her precision in blood magic will make her a hundred this year. There's nothing strange about being old, and Lisa, uh...

It doesn't seem to be too arbitrary, and I actually know very little about her, or I haven't asked at all.

An Sen, whose mouth twitched slightly, came back to his senses and continued to ask:

"Who is the traitor?"

"Ian Clemens, the former chief of the Knights." Aemon said solemnly.

"How did you know it was him?"

"Because it is the responsibility of the chief to protect the black mage, and the whereabouts of the black mage are only known by the chief himself; unless he is next to him, it is impossible for the black mage to be threatened with his life."

"Wouldn't it be an accidental ambush by the enemy?"

"It is absolutely impossible. The Black Mage has the highest authority, and can immediately ask for help from members of the nearby Knights, or pass information to the entire Knights - unless there is an order from the Crecy family, the Knights must obey."

"What about the accident?"

"No accident."

"..."

After pondering for a moment, An Sen's eyes showed a bit of comprehension - he now finally understands the reason why the three of Ian were so nervous and obeyed his request obediently.

If he guessed correctly, he probably never thought that he could really kill the black mage at the time, but his "excessive" actions in turn affected the vigilance of the black mage, causing the other party to believe that Ian and the other three were in fact. Mutiny, forced to take direct action, and bumped into himself when trying to escape.

As a result, the Black Mage died, the Knights collapsed, and countless members of the Knights who were still loyal to the Crecy family rushed to Moby-Dick Harbor, ready to kill the traitor and kill themselves the culprit by the way.

The threat I had made to them at the beginning was probably not just a threat in the ears of the three of Ian Clemens. They probably already had a picture in their minds, and they desperately needed an identity and a place that could provide cover.

With this in mind, Anson began to ask the next question:

"The name of your accomplice, and the original next action plan."

But this time, Aemon did not answer directly. His stiff and upright body suddenly trembled violently, as if he had encountered some kind of obstacle and restriction; Tone:

"do not know."

Um?

An Sen raised his eyebrows: his expression condensed slightly:

"Don't know, or can't tell?"

"I don't know, I don't know the name of the accomplice." Aemon repeated the words again: "There is no plan, just know that Anson Bach will appear in the parliamentary restaurant at that time, except for Reinhard Roland. Anyone present; controlling the only uncertainty, Alan Dwayne, can get an assassination shot."

so detailed? !

Anson frowned, accepting Reinhard's invitation was an emergency, and the people who knew it should be...

etc.

First of all, Reinhard took the initiative to invite, and the probability that he will accept it is not low; secondly, the meeting place is the parliament restaurant, and if you want to make an apple **** by yourself, you must prepare in advance; if you have the heart, it is also not difficult to find clues.

But even so, if you can get this information, you will even guess that you are going alone with a small secretary. This person's identity may be unusual; you must have a certain understanding of yourself, and be able to contact both the president of the New World Bank and the New World Bank. Only the Beluga Harbor Council or Storm Division Command.

Who would it be... An Sen's eyes narrowed:

"Then how did you get the information?"

"There is a special communication channel between the members of the Knights and the outside informants." Aemon said solemnly:

"As long as you spend a little money and confirm each other's identities, you can buy the information you need from your counterpart."

"How do I confirm my identity?"

"There is an agreed place and a standard cipher."

"Find there, say the secret code, and you can buy intelligence?"

"Yes," Aemon replied.

Anson nodded silently, thinking about it already in his mind.

"Last question." He looked at the attacker coldly:

"As far as you know, what will the Knights do next?"

"Obey the orders of the Cressy family, destroy the foundation of the Storm division and the Rune family in the new world, assassinate important figures in the colonies, take the lead in organizing the riots of indigenous people and beast slaves, and..." Imon paused again, stagnant It's a few seconds longer than just now:

"And to destroy the Truth Society."

Anson raised his eyebrows:

"why?"

"They are a group of speculators, anti-social elements controlled by the Clovis nobles and rich people! The purpose is to create chaos and stability in the world of order and create opportunities for Clovis' expansion - this is in the interests of the Crecy family. It doesn't match." Aemon said solemnly:

"The Crecy family once cooperated with the Truth Society to fight against the empire's rule in the colony; now the Truth Society has attracted the Storm Division, seriously threatening the survival of the Crecy family... It's time to completely wipe them out."

Oh, so last year's "Beast Slave Riots" and colonial turmoil wasn't just the Empire's tyranny, it's also a credit to the Society of Truth... You're everywhere, Draco Wilters!

Thinking that he was forced to come to the new world was also the fault of a certain family, Anson's mouth couldn't help twitching again, and he even felt a little sympathetic to Phil Crecy in his heart.

Of course, only a little sympathy.

Aemon's answer continued: "After the death of the Black Mage, the scattered members of the Knights lost contact, and rebellion broke out in several strongholds; in order to avoid the traitors and eradicate the culprit, some of the companions loyal to the Crecy family are heading towards Moby-Dick Harbor is coming."

"What about the other part?"

"In rushing to Winter Torch City, I instigated the local indigenous people and beast slaves to riot and seize the colony and Clovis fortress."

"why?"

"Because it was the order of the Crecy family."

Anson didn't ask any more, and he didn't need to ask any more.

Yimeng, who stopped answering questions, sat in the same place expressionlessly, with no emotion in his eyes, as if he was an empty shell deprived of his soul.

Or really just an empty shell.

As a blood mage, Talia's strength is beyond doubt; according to her own dictation, no flesh and blood can go against her will without any restrictions - this is the privilege granted to her by the blood of Rune.

The moment it fell into her hands, Aemon's fate was already doomed.

Even through several meetings, he even felt that Talia's ability in this area was constantly "improving" - from the earliest glance, it could be seen that she was the waiter of Lund Manor who was the living dead, and the half-idiot mercenary leader of beast slaves, "Waiting Doll" Nolula, and then the assassin who can hardly see any problems in front of her.

Maybe after a while, she will be able to make a living dead with no flaws.

The girl slowly turned her head back and looked at someone who was lost in thought:

"How, is it helpful for the next action?"

"It's so helpful!" Anson immediately took over and greeted those emerald green eyes solemnly:

"Thank you, Talia, without you, I don't know how long it would have taken me to dig up so much useful information."

"You are welcome."

The girl smiled sweetly: "Talia is also very happy to be able to help - at least to compensate Anson a little, although this is not enough."

No, no, that's enough... The corner of Anson's mouth was about to turn up, and then he showed a serious look: "What do you think about the information that Fair Cressy is going to seize Winter Torch City?"

"He's just an insignificant clown, but behind the clown stands the grave keeper of the Resting Land." The girl's eyes narrowed:

"Winter is coming, and they won't give up this opportunity; whatever they want to do to Winter Torch City, they must be stopped."

"But we can't do anything now - winter has come, and it is impossible for the storm division to traverse the wilderness at this time, braving the wind and snow to support Winter Torch City." An Sen frowned slightly:

"It's better to send only a few people than to send none at all."

"That's right, so the storm division can't act rashly. Staying in Beluga Harbor is the most rational choice." The girl agreed:

"But if you only send one person, Talia can do it."

Um? !

An Sen's pupils shrank suddenly: "You mean..."

"Since their attention is on Anson, it means that Talia can move freely in Winter Torch City as long as she avoids the gaze of the gravekeeper, without worrying about getting too much attention." The girl's eyes flashed:

"And with the protection of the entire storm division and Lisa, Anson will be very safe in Beluga Harbor; if they are together, it is easy for the enemy to notice."

This is indeed the truth, but Anson still can't believe that Talia will leave for such a simple reason, especially now that Rune is about to arrive at Moby Dick.

"Do you really think so?"

"My dear Anson..."

Looking at this cautious and trying to cover up the man in front of him, his expression seemed to be mixed with a little worry, Talia smiled:

"If it's for my father, you have nothing to worry about; he's not particularly happy with you, but it's not completely unacceptable either."

"In fact, you have already met - if he really dislikes you, the last time we met should be at Lund Manor."

Ugh?

Lun, Lund Manor?

It took An Sen a lot of effort to restrain his shock to fear.

Talia stood up slowly, patted him on the shoulder and turned to look away with a chuckle, leaving only Anson and Aemon with a blank face, all alone in the cell~www.readwn.com~ Ten minutes later, Fabien, who was guarding outside, carefully pushed open the iron door of the prison; he first coughed lightly, and only opened his mouth when he saw Anson cast his eyes on him:

"The commander-in-chief, the president of the Harold Foundation and Harold's widow are visiting and requesting a private meeting with you."

Harrods Fund...Ian Clemens? This guy has a quick response.

An Sen, who was immersed in "Lao Zhangren" Yu Wei, frowned: "Did he say why?"

"He said that as long as you forward the request, you will naturally understand the reason." Fabian shook his head:

"So, do you want to invite him in?"

"……Please!"

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