MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-Chapter 22 3 The choice of the old gods

[Then first, please lie down on the bed, try to relax as much as possible, don't think too much and don't have any concerns. 】

Don't think too much and don't have any worries, it's not easy... Looking at the words that appeared on the letter paper, An Sen, who raised his eyebrows, couldn't help thinking inwardly.

This time, the content on the letter did not gradually disappear like last time, but condensed on the letter—it seemed to be evidence that the other party was in a hurry and could not handle it properly.

An Sen lay flat on the bed, and after confirming repeatedly that the revolver behind his waist was full of bullets and could be pulled out at any time, he turned his attention to the second line on the letter:

[Then destroy this letter, remember, be sure not to let anyone find it. 】

[Finally, please count to twenty silently in your heart, and then open your eyes. 】

Destruction... An Sen looked around his tent, which could not be smaller. He didn't even have a brazier to keep him warm. If he set it on fire, it might attract the attention of others.

So, there seems to be only one way...

After hesitating for a few seconds, An Sen, who forcibly endured the discomfort in his heart, put the letter in his mouth, closed his eyes, and began to count down.

...three, two, one.

Anson didn't move, quietly feeling the surroundings.

Nothing has changed.

There was no chaotic touch, no severe pain piercing the skull, no whispered whispers... nothing.

An Sen, who was a little confused in his heart, slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that caught his eyes was a candle, a candle that was floating in the air with a purple-red flame, and the wick was constantly overflowing with plasma.

Um? !

In a moment of astonishment, An Sen immediately noticed that he was sitting on a dark chair with a simple shape and no armrests.

All around, there is darkness without light.

Underfoot, is the icy slate ground;

Through the strange purple-red light, you can still faintly see the nicks on the slate; the blood overflowing from the wick drips continuously into the nicks whose shapes are not clearly visible.

"Dear friends, welcome."

A gentle and elegant voice came from in front of him, and An Sen, who kept his eyes rolling, focused his eyes on the front.

Through the candlelight, Anson looked at the figure that suddenly appeared from the darkness—a dark blue dress, a tall and thin figure, most of his face was hidden under a bowler hat and reflective monocles, and only the thick light shadow could be seen. Brown beard and prominent hooked nose.

If you want to describe it, it's like a thin top hat with a monocle.

The other party was sitting on a chair similar to his own, and his overly slender left leg was casually placed on his right leg, so that he could place his folded hands on his knees.

An Sen, who didn't have time to think too much, quickly calmed himself down first, still keeping the initial surprise and panic on his face: "Uh, may I ask..."

"Before we begin, dear friends, first allow me to apologize to you."

The right hand wearing white gloves gently raised to interrupt An Sen, then pressed the brim of his hat, and nodded slightly:

"I know very well that you must be full of confusion about all this right now, but please believe that this is all a last resort - time is pressing, and many things must be understood as soon as possible, otherwise there will be irreversible consequences. "

The other party's words were very gentle and sincere, and they used a power that sounded involuntarily, and they were willing to believe and listen.

An Sen with a nervous expression nodded, pretending that he really believed:

"So... is there an accident?"

"You can react so quickly, dear friend, you are indeed very smart, and you are indeed a person who can reverse the situation in a desperate situation."

The other party praised without reservation, and then the conversation changed:

"But it's not an accident, but there are situations that are completely beyond our expectations."

Isn't that an accident...

An Sen, who was complaining in his heart, waited for the other party to follow with panicked eyes.

Judging from the memory and diary of "Former Anson", he should not have had such a positive contact with the "Old God Sect" before, and basically communicated through letters, and even many were purely unilateral. , did not get any recovered content from the other party.

The biggest advantage of this is that you don't have to worry about getting through the gang, the disadvantage is that you are also smeared in front of you; you have to keep testing in your negotiation with the other party in order to get more valuable information.

"Is it related to the old god's 'big plan'?"

"That's right, dear friend, you are more and more surprising to me." The gentle voice laughed softly:

"Before the official start, dear fellow Anson Bach, in order to facilitate our subsequent communication, you can call me 'Black Mage'."

"I'm sorry I can't tell you my real name right away. I'll explain why I have to do it later; please believe that as your guide, I'm absolutely sincere to you."

Anson smiled "frightened", saying that he didn't care about these details.

Hmm... Weird way of negotiating, all kinds of "truths of history", not daring to reveal their real names, especially "sincere" and caring for the new peripheral members...

The Old God faction in front of you is basically the most standard template for all the underground evil organizations that "see the light and die".

Replaced it with "Former Anson". He must have been ecstatic about the strange and inexplicable atmosphere around him, the mysterious "black-haired wizard" and what he was going to say next?

The blood was dripping from the purple candle flame, and the heavy dark red flowed in the slate under the feet of the two of them, gradually converging into the shape of some kind of symbol.

"Then, first of all, the first and most important item today." The top hat man who called himself "Black Mage" changed his conversation, and his gentle and considerate tone became solemn and serious:

"Dear friends, in our many conversations in the past, you have known the meaning of the existence of the 'old gods', the truth covered up by the hypocritical Church of Order, the 'grand plan' of the millennium revival, and the praise of the three old gods. 's ode."

Anson nodded solemnly, trying his best to show the expression of a conspiracy theory lover who believes in "historical truth":

"Only darkness can reveal light, only blood can lead to eternal life, and only destruction can lead to greatness."

"Exactly." Black Mage nodded, his gentle voice seemed to be chanting scriptures:

"The three odes correspond to the three old gods, which also correspond to the 'primitive runes' that symbolize the beginning of everything; the Church of Blasphemy Order doesn't understand the connotations, and it is ridiculous to take the runes modified by them as symbols. ."

"Falsified history, distorted the truth, and replaced the beliefs that have truly sheltered the world for thousands of years with the so-called 'order'. Even in order to consolidate their rule, they had to persecute us, the believers of the old gods, hum..."

The corner of the black mage's mouth evoked a cold arc: "When the world order completely collapses, the blasphemous rebels will usher in the final verdict!"

"Dear friends, and true believers like you and me will take back the glory that belonged to us a thousand years ago."

When the voice fell, An Sen, who was opposite the candle, leaned forward and looked at him impatiently:

"Then... Respect the Black Mage, how can I become a true believer of the Old God?"

"Good question." A gratified smile appeared on the black mage's face:

"However, the great Three Old Gods do not need, nor do they want their believers to only know how to beg for redemption, which is something only cowardly and incompetent people do; true believers should know how to become strong enough to become The one who saves the world!"

The right hand with white gloves stretched out three fingers to Anson through the candlelight:

"The great three old gods have prepared three paths for their followers; the supreme truth is hidden in our hymns."

Only darkness can reveal light, only blood can lead to eternal life, and only destruction can lead to greatness.

Anson's eyes widened in "shock".

"Of course, you can only choose one of the three paths." Black Mage put away two fingers:

"Once you choose one of the paths, it means that you will be favored by one of the three old gods, and you will never be able to choose the other two."

"Therefore, dear friends, this is a road that cannot be turned back, and you must be cautious."

The dazed An Sen remained silent under the watchful eye of the black mage, fidgeting.

This silence lasted for a long time, until three-quarters of the candle in front of him was burning, and An Sen finally had the courage to raise his slightly trembling eyes:

"Your Excellency the Black Mage, can you tell me in detail the differences between these three paths?"

"of course can."

The black mage who answered softly pushed down the monocle, tilted his head to the left and showed a strange smile:

"If you long for the truth, long for a world where you will never be deceived, and where everyone treats you honestly; Mutter, the king of black magic, will give you the key to your door of truth;"

"Or maybe you hate your weak self, hate this frailty, this short and hopeless lifespan, and want to go beyond the limits of being a human; the master of blood magic, symbolizing the extraordinary Pluto, will generously provide him a chance for believers;"

"Or...you hate this world, a world full of injustices that constantly restricts and makes you miserable; longing for change, rebirth, and getting everything back to what it should be; Ayton, the great master of destiny, Ask his followers to destroy all evil in the name of magic."

The voice fell, and the polite black mage quietly waited for a reply.

An Sen, who maintained a shocked and curious expression, began to think quickly in his heart.

In the silent darkness, the blood-splattered candle was half-burned.

Although he didn't know the exact reason, but the other party was in such a hurry to develop himself as a "peripheral member" into a real "person of his own", Anson probably speculated that there might be an accident at Fort Thunder Fortress.

Besides, he didn't know what value he had for the "Old God Sect".

Black magic, blood magic, conjuration magic.

Well, that is to say, voyeurism, not being a human being, and secondary illness... choose one of the three.

And immediately.

Anson hesitated.

My current situation requires power very urgently, at least when I can face a talent like Louis Bernard who has the power of blood, he can have the power to fight.

The scene of the young knight slashing bullets on the battlefield left an indelible memory for Anson.

According to this standard, then blood magic seems to be the most suitable for him - in the words of the black mage, it is to have a chance to not be a human being.

As for human modification or long tentacles or something else, um, I still have to ask...

Of course, if the requirements are lowered a little, just to ensure that you will not be assassinated "again", black magic seems to sound good; according to the other party's description, this kind of magic also has the attribute of "spying on others", which is very suitable for helping yourself This kind of "traverser" who lacks common sense avoids wearing help at critical moments.

And if you guessed correctly, the other party's "Black Mage" self-proclaimed, which seems to indicate that the member of the Old God faction in front of him also chose the path of black magic; making the same choice as the other party may also increase each other's goodwill.

After all, we are about to embark on the road of no return for the underground evil organization, and it is always good to have many friends.

As for conjuration... from the description of the other party, it is completely impossible to judge what this "magic" is.

But at the moment when An Sen, who had made up his mind, was about to speak, the words stopped.

No, something is wrong.

Why... why did the other party explain it to him in such an ambiguous way?

Since you are ready to let yourself choose, why not just tell yourself the pros and cons of the three types of magic, and the specific abilities that you can obtain?

Or, this is not a "choice", but some kind of confirmation?

After negotiating with An Sen twice, it can basically be believed that the "ex An Sen" at the beginning was just a peripheral developed by the other party's mind, and there was no chance to contact too many core secrets.

But now the situation has changed. The other party urgently needs to make things develop as originally planned. It has to use its own strength to turn a peripheral member into "our own person" in just a few days, and entrust it with an important task...

Under such a premise, what kind of person is "Anson Bach" in the mind of the black mage?

Or to put it another way, what kind of tool does the other party need?

A guy who is full of spying on others and always worried that he is being cheated;

Probably not.

Taking a deep breath, An Sen said solemnly in a very excited tone:

"Dear Black Mage, I hope to master the power of conjuration magic!"

The smiling black mage, the curvature of the corners of the mouth is a little deeper.

A middle-aged person who is dissatisfied with the world in front of him and longs to become a "hero" is what the other party needs and can feel at ease.

"Very good decision."

Under the bowler hat, the black mage's monocle flashed a strange light: "Congratulations, dear Anson Bach, from this moment on, you will officially become a member of the 'Old God School'!"

"As a follower of Ayton, the Master of Destiny, you will be qualified to master the power of conjuration magic; of course, this is not simple, and you need to prepare some very special ceremonies."

"Fortunately, I happened to know a thing or two."