MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-Chapter 23 conjuration

Under the strange purple candlelight, Black Mage looked at An Sen's cheeks, which were trembling slightly with excitement and surprise, and nodded with satisfaction.

good, very good.

"If you want to master conjuration, or, according to the Church of Blasphemy Order, become a spellcaster, you need specific rituals and spells." There was a hint of joy in the black mage's voice:

"You have to draw a complete six-pointed star pattern on the ground on a moonless night; stand in the center of the nine-pointed star you drew and recite the incantation."

"When the ceremony is over, dear friend, you are a spellcaster who masters the power of incantation." The black mage paused for a while, and then swept his eyes towards Anson through his monocle:

"Is there anything you don't understand?"

not understand?

No, there's nothing I don't understand, I just feel a little... too casual?

Isn't this kind of ceremony usually complicated and mysterious, and the requirements are particularly demanding?

An Sen was stunned, and there was a hint of surprise in the corner of his eyes that was not easy to detect.

"Uh... Your Excellency Black Mage, do you have any special needs for the 'supplies' for drawing hexagrams?"

"No, anything is fine, even branches or rocks." Black Mage shook his head: "You don't need to draw too standardly, you can roughly see the shape of a hexagram."

"And what about the spell?"

"It's not difficult, the spell itself doesn't have complicated words or syllables; you don't need to shout it out loud, just recite it in a low voice."

Seeing Anson's thoughts, the black mage chuckled and shrugged: "In a very long time, the ritual of becoming a spellcaster was indeed very complicated and demanding."

"But that was a long time ago. Our seniors found the most crucial part from various mysterious ceremonies a long time ago - after all, belief is the key, so it's meaningless to be mysterious."

Well, that is, in the past, in order to attract believers, the more mysterious the ceremony, the better; now it has become an underground organization that everyone shouts and beats, so it is natural to lower the threshold to attract newcomers.

"Snapped!"

The black mage, who snapped his fingers lightly, stretched his right hand with white gloves to the purple-red candle that was constantly overflowing with blood.

With the movement of his right hand, a scroll of parchment sealed with ink pad was slowly pulled out from the fire, and An Sen, who was watching all this, could even smell a faint burnt smell.

Carefully pinching one end of the scroll, the Black Mage handed it to Anson intact:

"Fate Master Ayton's spell, now... it's yours."

An Sen stared at the scroll, and solemnly took it with both hands.

At the moment of the touch, the intact parchment suddenly burst into flames and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only burning traces on his palms.

The next second, the strong tingling sensation from his hands shocked Anson; it seemed to be the pain of countless steel needles piercing his palms, like some kind of living creature, and began to move towards his body along his arms. Spread - first forearm, then elbows, shoulders, chest, heart...

It felt like Anson's heart was pierced by a lead bullet, and he found that he inexplicably had a memory that didn't belong to him.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes suddenly darkened, and the broken memories came into his mind one after another, as if there was no cache and an infinitely accelerated image rushed into his mind.

...a certain person... he... himself crawls in an incomparably dark cave, with a raging fire behind him, turning everything that the fire can reach into ashes;

In the next flashback, with his back to the sea of ​​flames, he struggled to get up, looked at the hands that were clearly cut open by sharp blades and kept spilling blood, and shouted something to the dark sky above his head;

When it was the last picture, the self who had lost too much blood fell to the ground again, and the blood condensed into a huge six-pointed star under him.

boom!

When An Sen reopened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eye was the strange purple-red candle.

The candle that kept spilling blood, still had a quarter of its length left.

"How do you feel?" The Black Mage's caring voice sounded in his ears.

"…Okay."

Desperately suppressing the tingling residual touch, An Sen smiled reluctantly at the other party.

"That's good." Black Mage pushed the monocle on his face:

"Now that you have mastered the spell, you only need to wait another moonless night to perform the ritual and become a spellcaster."

"My advice is, as soon as possible."

An Sen's heart moved: "Is it because of that accident?"

The Black Mage nodded silently, not going around in circles as politely as before.

"Now you already know that even under the shackles of the Church of Order, the true believers of the Old God have already spread all over the world; all of them are full of hope, waiting for the day when the Old God will come, and dedicating for the 'big plan' Everything about myself, but…”

After a delicate meal, the black mage sighed softly: "Although we are all striving for the same goal, everyone's ideas are still a little different; especially the differences in regions and origins make it difficult for us to identify with each other."

"And due to the suppression from the church for many years, it is difficult for the believers of the old gods to unite in an upright manner; it is this kind of division that makes us, who are obviously powerful, have to suffer the oppression and slander of the orderly church!"

Sure enough...

An Sen, who listened carefully to the other party, began to think rapidly in his heart.

When looking through the diary and various flashbacks of "Former Anson", he once suspected that the so-called "Old God Sect" might not only be an underground evil organization, but a fairly common cult belief.

And the "Old God Sect" that I came into contact with, that is, the black mage in front of me, was probably only a branch in the Kingdom of Clovis, and it might even be just one of many branches.

"Like this time, we couldn't reach a consensus because of the split."

The black mage continued, and the faster and faster voice began to become sharp: "Although with the concerted cooperation, Clovis and the empire have rekindled the war; but in terms of how to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime situation, many old people in the empire have The believers of God, however, have great objections."

"To this day, they still haven't abandoned their illusions about the empire, believing that one day, this weak and powerless country and her emperor will really be able to build an empire that covers all known worlds and completely obliterate order by means of centralization. The influence of the church has brought the old gods back to glory!"

"Obviously, they were terribly wrong; the emperors and princes may give them a little sweetness to take advantage, but they will never fulfill such a promise; if the old gods are to be revived, the Church of Order must be maintained by war. The balance is broken!"

As the words became more and more excited, the expression of the black mage under the round hat became more and more crazy, and the body sitting on the chair began to tremble: "War, only war! A short war will not help the revival of the old gods, Only a war that completely breaks the balance can destroy the rule of the Church of Order!"

The sudden stare from him, who stood up suddenly, made An Sen, who was restless, desperately keep the same excited expression that he couldn't help himself.

"Of course, if it's just a disagreement, that's still acceptable." After the conversation changed, the black mage's tone suddenly calmed down:

"But not long ago, I got a very precious piece of information—the Old God believers in the Fortress of Thunder Fortress, who took refuge in the Church of Order."

"They knew that the Kingdom of Clovis would definitely try their best to retake the fortress, so they planned to create an accident - the army of the Kingdom of Clovis used the power of magic in the process of retaking Thunder Fort."

"This will give the Church of Order an excuse to intervene and even mediate; it will be difficult for the Kingdom of Clovis to continue the war in the face of the Church's doubts, and it will have to propose and negotiate with the Empire."

"The war will end here, and both the Empire and the Church of Order will benefit from it; the 'grand plan' of the rise of the old gods will suffer an unprecedented hit."

Sitting back on the back chair, the Black Mage deliberately leaned forward and stared at Anson.

It wasn't until this moment that An Sen realized that his right pupil without glasses was blood red.

Can't see the blood red of the pupils.

"Now, dear fellow Anson Bach, the one who can reverse all this and change the situation... is only you." The black mage, who murmured in a low voice, watched Anson's expression through the candlelight:

"Retake Thunder Castle for the Kingdom of Clovis, and destroy all traces that may be suspected by the Church of Order before everything becomes too late!"

"Only in this way can we save the world, save the 'big plan' that is at stake, save our faith and the glory of the past."

"There is no one else except you."

"Are you... willing to take on this burden?"

I don't want to, please, can you let me go?

An Sen, whose lips trembled slightly, took a deep breath and stared at the Black Mage with a solemn expression:

"I will!"

"This is the answer of a brave man...Dear friends, you have shown me the future and backbone of the Old God Sect."

The black mage nodded extremely hard, but never looked away from Ansen's face: "I can assure you that no matter when, the old gods will be your biggest support; no matter what happens, I will do my best. to protect you."

"So don't worry that you will fight alone, dear friends, you are not alone, behind you are thousands of followers of the same old God who are fighting for the 'big plan'; you are not alone !"

An Sen, who was moved by the other party, trembled slightly, trying his best to suppress the tears in the corners of his eyes.

Very good, very good, he can finally figure out what is going on.

There is one or several members of the Old God faction in the imperial defenders in Thunder Fort, and he must take back the fortress before the other party makes a big news, and strangle all accidents in the bud.

If you don't do this, what will happen?

Anson can think of two.

The first is that while attacking the fortress, it collided with the old **** faction who completed the plan. The levies who can't tell clearly will definitely take the blame;

The second is that the levy has not yet started to siege the city, and the Old God faction in the fortress "preemptively" completed the goal, and Brigadier General Ludwig, who thought there was a chance to take advantage, immediately ordered the siege...

No matter which one is definitely finished, even if Ludwig, the son of the archbishop, will not take the blame, his identity as a believer of the old gods will definitely be exposed.

As for breaking away from the Old God School... This kind of beautiful fantasy, Anson gave up at the moment of crossing.

All the underground evil organizations are easy to get in but hard to get out; from the moment "Ex Anson" found his hobby, it was impossible for him to leave easily.

Since you can't escape, then give up unrealistic fantasies and try to get useful information from the other party as much as possible.

"Let's stop here for today's conversation."

The right hand of the black mage swept over the candle, and only about one-tenth of the remaining candle remained.

"Dear friends, I believe you also need some time to prepare and take your next actions. I will wait for your good news." He lowered his hat slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Before the official conclusion, do you have any questions that you want to know? I promise that you will know everything and say everything."

Really, then can you tell me your real name?

An Sen thought about it for a few seconds, and then looked at each other with trepidation:

"Dear Black Mage, do you know the surname 'August'?"

The Black Mage, who stood up straight, nodded slightly, as if he was lost in thought.

With a calm expression, An Sen quietly observed each other's every move.

"August... It sounds like a very traditional Clovis surname." The black mage pondered, and looked down at Anson slightly:

"How did you know it?"

"I can't remember exactly, but I have a vague impression that someone mentioned it. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Anson showed a slightly confused expression, trying to fit himself into the image of a conspiracy theory fanatic as "former Anson": "You know, this is a very traditional Clovis surname; involved."

"It makes sense." Black Mage nodded:

"I will investigate this issue and give you a more accurate answer as soon as possible; in addition, if there is any information about Thundercastle, I will notify you as soon as possible."

He shouldn't know about Lisa August, of course, he doesn't rule out that the other party is well concealed... Anson nodded and asked in a tentative tone:

"Then... Your Excellency Black Mage, if I have something to report to you temporarily, how should I notify you?"

The Black Mage, who was stunned for a moment, quickly chuckled:

"Don't worry, I will naturally come to you after this incident is over - before that, remember to keep an eye on the letterhead on the table, and I will provide you with all the help I can."

Anson nodded quickly.

Very good, this means that although the other party is near you, they do not have the ability to monitor you all the time.

"When we meet next time, dear friend, I hope you are already a qualified spellcaster."

The gentle and elegant black mage raised his right hand and extinguished the candle that was about to burn out.

In an instant, the whole world fell into darkness.

Anson, who regained his senses in a trance, blinked his sour eyes and found himself still lying on the bed.

The morning mist that smelled of gunpowder smoke blew against the tent's curtain, drawing a dazzling ray of light into his field of vision, making An Sen wake up from his sleep with a splitting headache, and dragged his tired body out of the pitch-black tent.

Its daybreak.