I Will Be The Crowned King

[Dear Anson Bach, when you are reading this letter, I hope you are sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace with a cup of coffee and a pipe, because it is likely that I wrote it to you longest letter. Watermark Advertising Test Watermark Advertising Test]

[Because of my heart, my emotions, my rapid breathing and my heartbeat that is rushing out of my chest... I... immediately rewrite or revise it, which is impossible for me at this moment. 】

[August...is one of the oldest blood magic families that has existed for thousands of years, dating back to the era of the Three Old Gods! 】

Under the dim yellow gas lamp, An Sen raised his eyebrows unexpectedly while holding a cup of hand-ground coffee, looking at the exclamation mark that almost pierced the page.

Well, it's really big news, and a pretty remarkable discovery, but...is it worth getting a black mage excited to the point of gaffe?

[Dear Anson, I know that you must be as excited as I am now, we are uncovering the mystery of a certain historical truth; a family that still has influence around 300 years before the saint's calendar, and the oldest family in the Clovis Kingdom Rune's comparable family has been wiped out—there must be something unknown about it. 】

[But the real key is not the truth of history, but the surname itself. 】

[What I'm going to talk about next involves the deepest core secrets of the Old God Sect world, a field that most people in the world will never have access to, and only a small part of us and our mortal enemies know about . 】

mortal enemy?

An Sen, who was stunned for a moment, immediately reacted. He was talking about the Church of Order.

[Among the followers of the old gods, spellcasters are divided into three classes - yes, I believe you who are serious and eager to learn must remember our lesson in the cafe and took notes, especially the five stages and missions part. 】

After flipping through the letter, Anson immediately took out the somewhat worn diary from his arms.

[When you understand what the path you are pursuing, truly master rather than simply use the power of magic, and understand the meaning of life and your mission, you will... at a certain point in time that you will definitely feel, you will cross the insurmountable borders and move on to the next stage. 】

[You will transcend the category of 'human' and all known life forms and become another 'existence'. 】

Another existence?

Anson put down the coffee cup he was holding up, and listened to the meaning of the black mage. "Not a person" does not seem to be just the patent of the blood mage?

[Even in the caster group, they are extremely rare, and because of their appearance, appearance... everything they see with the naked eye, they have no meaning to them; unless they actively admit it, no one can determine their identities. 】

[These spellcasters had the title of 'Tutoer' a thousand years ago, meaning 'elder' or 'teacher'; now, they are called 'blasphemy mage' by our mortal enemies]

Seeing Ansen's pupils shrinking here, he immediately remembered the image of the black mage wearing a top hat and monocle.

He was able to reveal himself as a spellcaster in public, and lurked among the Levy of Thundercastle under the name of John Ness without leaving a trace.

Does this prove that Mace Hornard is also a "blasphemous mage"?

As Sophia Franz said, "the most famous and best spell caster in Clovis City", this is indeed possible; and the strength he has shown several times before and after has clearly surpassed that of "ordinary spell casters". level; it would not be surprising if he did "become another being."

Taking a sip of coffee, Anson continued to read:

[And what even the Church of Blasphemy Order may not understand is that there is another level above the 'blasphemy mage', a level that is so close to the Three Old Gods that it may even have replaced the level of 'God'. 】

[They...are called 'apostles'. 】

[There are various legends about their existence, most of them believe that they are the end of the Three Old Gods system, the incarnation of the will of the Three Old Gods, and have the power of immortality, because there has never been a record of the apostle being killed. 】

[All records of the 'apostles' predated 600 years before the saints' calendar, were few in number, and if there were, they were only some testimonies in the form of a few words; the only reason that can accurately prove that they existed is that these 'apostles' Almost every one of them has a very close connection with a certain 'family'. 】

[Yes, my dear Anson, I think you must have guessed it when you see this... August, or the first generation August who created this family, is an apostle of blood magic! 】

Excited words rushed straight out of the edge, leaving a huge dot of ink on the stationery; Anson could almost see Mace Hornard sitting at his desk doing everything he could to calm himself, and the scribbled writing returned to normal. Neat and elegant:

[I can't describe my mood at the moment in words, this is an unprecedented discovery - if all this is true, then 'August' will be the first fallen apostle in history. 】

[In the ancient dark ages, all groups of spellcasters existed in the form of families; then this blood magic family will hide secrets beyond our imagination. 】

[Dear Anson, this secret may open a door for us, a door to the top of magic! 】

Um? !

Just as his eyes fell on the last word, Anson suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Someone was in his study, right behind him.

The alert An Sen immediately tightened his body, and his sober reason began to think about the identity of the other party.

It was ten thirty in the evening, and both Mrs. Bogner and Lisa had gone back to their bedrooms to sleep; a thief or a robber wouldn't be stupid enough to walk into someone's room, let alone a study that was still lit.

Then the people who will sneak in at this point of time can only be those who want to kill themselves.

Will it be the Guards?

Feeling the faint sound of footsteps approaching behind him, An Sen, who was motionless, pretended to be natural and slowly put down the coffee cup in his right hand. He stretched his left thumb into his cuff, and pressed the handle of the bayonet knife against his wrist. .

Three steps, two steps, one step...

"Snapped!"

A cup of coffee was placed on Anson's table.

"Yo, Anson."

Anson with a stunned expression turned his head, and Lisa, who was holding a tray in her arms, was smiling at him.

Before he could ask, the little girl with big eyes explained, "I just found out that you haven't slept yet, so I went to the kitchen and poured you a cup of coffee."

"Mrs. Bogner said that good girls have to learn to make coffee."

make coffee?

Glancing at the glass of dark cold water on the table, Anson tried to hold the glass in front of him and smell it, and then tried to shake the liquid in the glass, completely motionless.

Well, it's a very thick cup of coffee.

Gently putting down the cup of liquid that looked like black mud, Anson smiled and looked at Lisa: "Well, it looks delicious, but it's a little cold."

"Really?" Lisa smiled and narrowed her eyes to the crescent moon:

"Then Lisa is going to heat it up for you?"

"No, no need!" An Sen quickly stopped her and smiled stiffly:

"I haven't finished drinking this cup in my hand. I'll just heat it myself later."

"okay."

Lisa, who was a little lost, nodded, nodded to Anson, turned around and walked out of the study with the tray.

"Lisa!"

Just as the little girl was about to step out of the door, she suddenly heard a call from behind her, and she turned around with a bright light:

"What's up?"

"...No, it's nothing." After a pause, An Sen raised the corners of his mouth with a slightly changed expression:

"Good night."

"...Oh, good night Anson too."

The stunned little girl looked at him inexplicably, and silently turned and left.

Looking at Lisa's back, Anson, who was in a slightly complicated mood, decided that it would be better not to tell her about the "August" family for the time being.

Why does Mace Hornard appear in Thundercastle, why is he so interested in the surname August, why does he search for the whereabouts of the Great Magic Book in Clovis City, why is he so obsessed with the so-called The 'big plan', why, as a spellcaster, is willing to take the risk to stay in St. Isaac's College as a professor of history...

Looking at the letterhead in his hand and the diary on the side, many things that were once incomprehensible or incomprehensible were finally explained.

Mace Hornard, what he longs for is not the 'big plan' or the 'truth of history', he is always looking for a way to be an 'Apostle'!

Of course, all of this is just Anson's own speculation, and he doesn't have any definite evidence that can even fully convince him; even if it's true, he doesn't intend to intervene.

For the Church of Order and the Inquisition, their biggest "utilization value" is to have clues about the "Black Mage"; before the Storm Corps really has a certain combat power, let the Black Mage reveal a certain degree of threat, which can be slightly increased. Importance of yourself in the eyes of the Church of Order.

The only problem is that according to the Inquisition, the "Great Magic Book" records all magic from ancient times to the present and the truth about the fall of the Three Old Gods.

If this is true, then what use is this thing to the Black Mage?

The expressionless Anson sighed deeply, took a sip from the coffee cup on the table, and then, inadvertently, took the cup that Lisa brought.

"puff--!!!!"

………………

"I never imagined that, as a descendant of 'Dorian the Executioner', you would ask such a question?"

In the living room of the Reality Club, Serra, holding a copy of The Life of Isaac Rand, sat on the sofa by the window; the female judge with a contemptuous smile on the corner of her mouth didn't even bother to look up at a certain questioner. "Stupid Questions" colleagues.

"I'm not my great-grandfather, and I didn't cut off the heads of 200 spellcasters. How can I know this?" Cole by the bookshelf rolled his eyes:

"And I think it's a very good quality to ask if you don't understand, it's better than pretending to understand - and I didn't ask, why are you reading your mind again?!"

"Do you really want to know?"

"……Speaking."

Glancing at Cole with a "sad" face, Sera lowered her head and snorted, and continued to flip through the pages:

"The earliest record of the Church of Order about the "Great Magic Book" is that in the fifty-eighth year of the saint's calendar, a church scholar who was not a spellcaster compiled the current "Great Magic Book" through some unknown means. It records all the magic from ancient times to the present and the truth of the fall of the Three Old Gods."

"Twenty years to the first year of the saint's calendar, Isaac Rand accidentally got the "Great Magic Book", which led to the pursuit of the church, and died in an explosion in the first year of the saint's calendar ,Later……"

"Wait, wait!" Cole Dorian hurriedly raised his hand to interrupt the female judge:

"You're saying that Saint Isaac once got the complete Great Book of Magic, and he died not only because he developed the first steam engine, but because he was an old **** - the Ring of Order was on it, It would be amazing if this were true!"

"No, the real surprise is that you don't even know that."

Looking at his stunned colleague, Serra said blankly: "Dear Cole Dorian, I always thought that a good background can bring a good education, thank you for correcting my mistake."

"Oh, nothing, Sera, you're too polite... No, that's not what I meant to say!"

The blushing Cole took a deep breath to calm down: "And what I want to ask is not about the popular science of "The Great Magic Book", but why the black mage wants it so much?!"

"If the Black Mage was just a history professor or a regular spellcaster interested in the Old Gods, maybe he would really be interested in The Great Book of Magic, but obviously he's not; he's either reached stage five spellcaster, or has been promoted to 'blasphemy mage'."

"Why would a spellcaster of this level be interested in an Encyclopedia of the Old God Sect?"

For her ignorant colleagues, the female judge kindly gave a "hint":

"Because of Isaac Rand."

"Saint Isaac?"

Cole's expression became even more dazed.

Sera rolled his eyes, and once again refreshed the lower limit of his ignorance of his colleagues:

"Because Isaac Rand is not only a believer of the Ring of Order, the inventor of the steam engine and the designer of the difference engine, a believer of the old gods, and the first or only one, who has mastered the three major magics at the same time the spellcaster."

"what?!"

"Cole Dorian, you look like a baby born on the first day in this world."

The sighing Sera closed the book in her hand, looked blankly at Cole, whose jaw was about to drop, and asked in a very "sweet" soft voice:

"Do I need to tell you again, why is Isaac Rand such an 'amazing' spellcaster?"

"...No, no need... Really no need."

The young Inquisitor who shook his head repeatedly had an overly frightened expression on his face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ sat down on the sofa in a trance, and took a long deep breath to calm himself down:

"So...how many people know about this?"

"What's the matter?"

"...It's a matter of whether St. Isaac is an old **** or a spellcaster."

"I'm not sure." Sierra thought for a while:

"Ten minutes ago I thought this was something everyone knew, but it doesn't seem to be the case."

"...Well, I'll ask another question." Cole tried a less humiliating way:

"Is there anything else I don't know about this matter?"

"I don't know." Sierra shook her head again:

"I don't know what else you don't know."

"..." Cole Dorian.