I Will Be The Crowned King

With a twitching cheek, Mason put down the letter in his hand, took out the second sheet from the letter and read the contents:

Before the official start, let's talk about something we all know. Yes, I captured two members of the Faithless Knights before and got information from them that you are their sponsor behind the scenes.

Um? !

Mason was shocked, and quickly picked up the letterhead and continued reading impatiently:

So when I got the invitation, I probably guessed that you were going to have a formal showdown with me tonight; coincidentally, I thought so too.

Therefore, although I know that you have prepared some surprises for me, I still come; and to give you a surprise, I went to the door alone without guards, so that you can be more open during the showdown. To be honest, I In fact, I am very disgusted to talk and go around in circles, but I don't mind occasionally appearing on the scene.

The above was my initial thought, and as expected, the two of us had a full exchange of opinions, and we didn't reach any consensus at all; don't deny it, because I can see it.

The nonsense ends here, the following is the whole content.

First of all, I know that the Knights of Untrustworthy did not betray you. This entire assassination was arranged by you.

Does he know? !

The frightened Mason's eyes widened, and he almost fell off the chair.

When I fired the first shot to save you, the shot was actually aimed at your shoulder. The idea was to use that shot to avoid fatal injuries, but it turned out to be a wine glass.

So the person who really saved your life is actually your housekeeper... I guess your original plan was to have the housekeeper assist you in feigning your death, and then he would join hands with the Untrust Knights who came in ambush behind to kill or capture me alive, so that you yourself You can clear the suspicion and avoid getting involved with the Untrustworthy Knights.

It must be said that this is indeed a pretty good plan; it is a pity that it is not perfect, and it falls short in the end.

So you don't have to think about contacting them, or worry about getting revenge on the Knights of Wuxin. Whether they live or die has nothing to do with you, you just need to pretend that it doesn't exist.

Why would I tell you this? Because after careful consideration, I have decided to forgive you this time.

Not only because I didn't suffer any losses, but also because your big gamble... gave me a very rare opportunity; as for the opportunity, you will understand it tomorrow morning.

Of course, this also means that you and your friends can continue to resist me, or cooperate with some people to resist me; it doesn't matter, I am a very generous person, and I don't mind at all if you fail next time, Shouldn't mind if I turn you into a heretic and put you at the stake... right?

Believe me, it is too easy for me to do this, not even the slightest difficulty; the only thing that can stop me from doing this is my kind heart as a believer of the Ring of Order.

As long as you are willing to hand over the Beluga Port Chamber of Commerce and do not block my factory introduction plan next year, I guarantee that this kindness will continue.

In order to avoid your misunderstanding, let me stress once again that it is true. This is a threat, a threat of what it says.

And to prevent you from doubting the credibility of what I said, I repeat, all the promises I made to you in the restaurant are true.

For example, for the lovely little Beckland, I will do what I say and write to invite my painter friend to be his art teacher in Beluga Harbour in April next year.

May Beckland roam in the sea of ​​art and have a bright future.

Your good friend and savior, Ansenbacher.

Burn it after reading it.

"Pfft!"

Holding the letterhead, Mason slumped forward and knelt on the floor.

………………

After solving Mason Weitzler, Anson, who left the "criminal scene", walked in the deserted streets of the port area facing the moonlight and the icy sea breeze.

The reason why he wants to let him go is not just because An Sen conscience finds that this accounts for 99% at most. Another reason is that the other party holds the Beluga Harbor Chamber of Commerce, as well as the sales channels and business network owned by the Chamber of Commerce. .

In the 101st year of the Saint Calendar, where there is no real "network", commercial trade is basically credit trade, especially bulk commodity transactions are based on the relationship network between various chambers of commerce; to a certain extent, both parties can even save cash , do business entirely on bills.

Even if you are penniless, you can use the phrase "record on the account" to settle transactions worth several digits. You always know what to ship to where and who to sell to. This is a person who has mastered local sales channels and controls several external transactions. The biggest advantage of mature chambers of commerce revealed by trade.

It only takes one bullet to kill Mason Weizler, kill the entire Beluga Harbor Chamber of Commerce and rebuild it. It is not difficult for Anson and the Rune family, but then be prepared to bear the side effects of trade damage and income decline. .

After weighing the pros and cons, Anson still believed that the living Mason Weitzler was more useful to him than the dead one; without the trump card of the Knights of Faithless, the threat the other party could pose to him was minimal.

Anson did not go to the Beluga Harbor Council to appreciate the mutual suspicion that the group of councillors and Speaker Harold were about to stage, to see whoever exposed himself and who jumped first was a "good show".

Before that, you have to take a good rest.

He seemed to be able to handle the entire battle with ease, but the actual risk was extremely high; he still had a serious underestimation of the strength of the Wuxin Knights, and he completely did not expect that after one was killed and two were captured, he would be able to dispatch five talented people to ambush him.

Now his mental state is extremely bad, the temples on both sides are hurting like they are about to explode, there seems to be a loudspeaker in the cranial cavity that is constantly protesting loudly, and the heartbeat speed in the chest is obviously abnormally fast, even clear heard the sound.

Conjuration is a force that distorts reality. It does not need to act directly on the physical and spiritual levels like blood magic or black magic, but conversely, among the three, conjurers have the weakest mental and physical powers.

But since it's a battle, it's impossible not to consume these two kinds of power. It's easy to say that something as simple as Gathering Flames, and a magic trick like Yan Yujia's extremely testing "micro-manipulation", which requires full concentration, will increase the burden exponentially.

After all, to "distort reality", the first step is to "imagine" the distorted picture.

Quietly, a four-wheeled carriage appeared beside him without warning.

The coachman, clutching the reins, slumped on his seat, with a broken triangular hat covering his face, and he could vaguely hear the slight snoring below; the translucent liquid left behind his raised mouth, Frozen with stubble.

The delicate compartment door was gently opened automatically, and the warm wind mixed with the smell of alcohol and incense rushed from the side.

Anson stopped and stepped into the carriage calmly; before he could reach out, the door of the carriage closed automatically.

The coachman, who was immersed in sleep, swayed the reins lightly, urging the two black draught horses, who were also still awake, to snort, and step forward with brisk hooves.

He didn't pay attention to the figure in the car at all. An Sen, who had a splitting headache, lay down on the soft seat and relaxed his neck with the blanket-covered pillow.

"That's right, just relax."

Talia, in a bright red evening dress, sat opposite him, quietly watching the sleepy Anson with doting eyes.

With a gentle "bang", he opened the bottle of Tirpitz rum, and the mellow liquor spilled from the spherical ice cubes, adding a touch of attractive golden color to the transparent glass wall.

"It's very late, dear Anson's plan is progressing perfectly, it's time to rest."

"Um……"

The confused An Sen didn't even think about it, or he didn't even have the ability to think, so he obediently reached out and took the wine glass handed by the girl.

The ice cubes are very cold, the drink is very strong, and there seems to be something inexplicable hidden in the familiar taste, which makes the tense body relax instantly, and the heart gradually returns to peace.

"Go to sleep"

The deep sleepiness erupted violently in the girl's soft whisper.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Snapped."

As soon as his fingers loosened, the wine glass with a little wine residue fell on the soft blanket, and the ice ball rolled in the carriage with the slightly swaying carriage.

……………………

Port area, unnamed warehouse.

Pushing open the unlocked door, three figures walked into a warehouse like no one, and kept walking deeper; the leader was the man in black who was kicked off the eaves by Lisa at that time.

The gloomy-faced Derek followed closely behind him, lowering his head and hiding half of his face under the towering stand-up collar; the third person with a spear deliberately kept a distance from the two of them, and was always vigilant behind him.

When he was about to reach the other end of the warehouse, the man in black finally stopped, raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, turning to look at his companion with a blank expression:

"This is the warehouse of the Chamber of Commerce's shipyard. No one except the drunk sailor will come over to our safety before 7:30 tomorrow... Of course, it is temporary."

"The troops of the garrison corps in the city have been dispatched, as if there are cavalry, to block the entire Beluga Port except the port area; the purpose is very clear, to trap us in the port area."

"I only have a rough retreat plan now, and I need the assistance of the two of you: we are here to rest for 30 minutes to an hour, and when they start searching the port area, we will immediately..."

"Why did you stop me?!"

Derek, who had always kept his head down, suddenly interrupted the man in black who was talking nonstop, and yelled at his companion who was holding a spear behind him.

The deafening roar echoed in the dead warehouse.

Compared with Derek, who was overly emotional, the figure with his back turned to him looked very calm. He looked back in an understatement, revealing a pair of lake-blue pupils, and wrote in an understatement:

"Because the mission has failed."

"Failure? Obviously succeeded!"

"Success... Stop kidding yourself, Derek."

"What did you say?!"

"The information is completely wrong. Ansenbach himself is a powerful conjurer, and the girl next to him who is also suspected of being a spell caster... It's normal to miss when you're unprepared."

"But I can kill him!"

As if to prove that he really did this, Derek stepped forward so excited that his eyes were red, "Bang!" He smashed the wooden board under his feet.

"I really can!"

"What's the use of killing him?!" The companion who turned around widened his eyes:

"Philby and Sevier are still in the barracks prison, and there is no garrison commander as a hostage exchange. Is it possible for us to break into the fortress with thousands of soldiers to save people?!"

"We need money, we need boats, we need to rescue our captured companions, and a commander's head won't help us. It can only turn us into the street rats that everyone in Beluga Harbor is shouting at!"

"Chris and Lobo are dead, and Philby and Seville are still in their hands. Do you think our current situation is not miserable enough? Huh?!"

A sharp voice shook the dusty air in the warehouse.

Derek's expression was dull, and he stared at his companion who glared at him in a stunned manner:

"I...it's the first time...to see you so...excited."

"Really?!" The other party glared at him again:

"With such an excellent companion as you, I'm afraid I will do this often in the future!"

Derek, who was burning with anger, finally closed his mouth and turned his head to the side.

The dark warehouse returned to dead silence again.

"Is the quarrel over?"

The man in black with his hands in his pockets raised the brim of his hat and looked at the two in front of him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a flat tone.

No one responded.

The man in black didn't care, his eyes swept to Derek, who was blue-faced: "Simon is right, the plan has completely failed. Even killing Ansenbach will not help, and it will lead to endless revenge."

Derek snorted coldly.

"It's...my fault." The man in black sighed lightly:

"Overconfidence in public information, coupled with failure to resist the temptation of an important hostage and Mason Weizler's high bounty, and choosing to take a risky gamble, failure is not entirely unexpected."

"However, it's not that we haven't gained anything at all. Mason Weizler has no longer dared to have a relationship with our car, which means that the assets he provided us before can now justifiably become our own."

"Even if the farms, fishing boats, taverns... are all discounted, the money in exchange should be enough for our ferry tickets to leave Beluga Port, as well as living expenses for a period of time."

"The price is that we still have nothing but a boat ticket and a little money, and we have to abandon two very important companions."

With his understated tone, the expressions of the two of them were obviously a little more gloomy.

"These... are the last options. If we are really desperate, we can only do this if we want to survive." The man in black looked around, his eyes narrowed into a slit:

"But until then, I'm going to take another risk."

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