I will be crowned king

Red brick street, Clovis Cathedral, prayer room.

Eight-thirty.

Sitting alone on the cold wooden bench, the bored Anson played with the copper pocket watch in his hand and stared at the continuously moving hands on the dial.

In my memory, this seems to be the first time that "Anson Bach" has visited the Holy Land of the Church of Order in the Kingdom of Clovis for other purposes than to withdraw money.

"Click."

With an expressionless expression, Anson gently closed the watch cover. The corner of his eye quickly glanced at the door of the prayer room. A young girl with golden hair and wearing a black and white maid uniform walked quickly towards him.

"Mr. Anson Bach?"

"Here." Anson stood up quickly, pretending not to notice the other party, and put away his pocket watch:

"Excuse me……"

"I am the lady's personal maid, you can call me Angelica." The girl saluted, her face lightly painted with pink and white, revealing a sweet smile with eight teeth:

"As ordered by the young lady, I will lead the way for you."

It's finally coming... Anson took a breath and relaxed himself.

Just as he was about to leave, he found that the little maid opposite did not turn around immediately, but stood there in a daze, her emerald green eyes quickly scanning her body.

"What's wrong?" Anson raised his eyebrows.

"Oh...it's nothing, don't worry!" The little maid's face showed a flash of embarrassment, and she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment:

"This has nothing to do with you...I mean...it's all Angelica's fault. You have been sitting here for so long in vain, and she actually forgot to take you to the cloakroom!"

cloakroom?

Anson lowered his head and looked at what he was wearing - a dusty army trench coat, a slightly yellowed collar, and an officer's uniform that he had never changed since he got off the train...

Hmm, it seems a little inappropriate.

"Do I need to change it?"

"Ah! No need... For a young and promising officer like you, it is also fashionable to be a little slovenly." The little maid smiled and shook her head gently, her eyes sweeping across the floor stained by mud and blood:

"And what you need most right now is actually a new pair of boots that fit your feet."

"..." Anson Bach.

"Please follow me now, the lady is already waiting for you."

After the words fell, the little maid who chuckled turned and walked towards the door, and Anson had no choice but to follow.

Stepping on the hard floor under their feet, the two of them passed through the door of the prayer room and strolled along the long corridor with the dim light of the gas lamp flickering.

At the end of the long corridor is a teak double door engraved with a relief of the Ring of Order; two miniature versions of the stone busts of Saint Isaac are placed on both sides of the door, and the steam cores held in the hands are replaced by flickering light bulbs. .

The girl who changed into a looser dress crossed her arms and stood directly under the sculpture with a thoughtful expression.

"Miss, Mr. Anson Bach has arrived." The maid trotted up to the girl with broken steps: "Time is urgent, and we haven't prepared any changes of clothes for the guests."

"It doesn't matter, he won't mind." The girl shook her head nonchalantly and gently held the little maid's hands: "Thank you for your hard work, Angelica. You can just go to the room to rest. I will do the rest of the work." Arranged for someone else.”

"You don't need to say thank you, this is what Angelica should do." The little maid saluted with a smile, her emerald green eyes showing a hint of sadness:

"As long as there is another time, please stop doubting that Angelica was bribed by a man outside."

The embarrassed girl bit her lip tightly and her face turned slightly red; the successful little maid curtsied and left the corridor happily with small steps.

Anson, who was standing next to him, was silent and suddenly found that the wallpaper here was particularly interesting and the gas lamps were also very beautiful.

"Okay, turn your head."

The girl snorted and looked at Anson, her cheeks still slightly hot: "I have already told you the general situation, so you don't need to be too nervous later, just tell the truth."

"In addition, I will go in with you. If you are unclear about anything, I will also help you explain and supplement it - so don't worry, we just need to know something about Draco Vertes and your history. A clue about the department professor…that’s all.”

"Understood, I will tell you everything I know."

Anson nodded politely and pointed to the door beside him: "The person in the room is..."

"I said that I will find someone wiser than me to decide what to do with you." The moment she spoke, the girl's expression was slightly complicated:

"As for who it is, you don't need to know for the time being."

Anson, who looked calm, said nothing, but looked at the pattern on the door thoughtfully.

The girl walked slowly to the door, gently held the copper-plated door knocker and knocked twice.

"Please come in."

A hoarse, low voice sounded from behind the door, and the steady tone carried the power as if everything was under control.

The slightly nervous girl opened the door, followed closely by Anson, who followed her and walked into the room together with her eyes.

This is a very spacious study room. The built-in bookcase opposite the fireplace is filled with rows of old-colored books; the large desk takes up nearly one-sixth of the space, and there are stacks of documents and bills, according to the The size and color are distinguished by an "Eber" black mechanical typewriter, neatly placed on both sides of the desk.

Behind the pile of documents, there sat a slightly squat figure. On his smooth and round head, only his temples were left with some gray hair. He looked at the newspaper in his hand with a pair of cold eyes. He looked like any other person. The cheesy old man in the cafe is no different.

"Sit down." The old man put away the newspaper and folded the side he had read on the table.

"yes."

Anson nodded slightly and saluted, sat down on the armchair in front of the desk, and looked at the old man in front of him intently. The girl walked to the fireplace nearby and prepared coffee skillfully.

"We won't be polite, Your Excellency Anson Bach." Looking into Anson's eyes, the old man said in a deep voice: "I already know the general story of what happened tonight. For reasons of responsibility and confidentiality for you, I have I need to know some necessary questions from you.”

"So first of all...are you an Old God sect, or have you ever been in contact with an Old God sect group?"

"Didn't I already say that?"

The girl who complained softly walked up to the old man with a tray and placed a cup of steaming coffee within his reach: "He is a graduate of the Royal Military Academy. It is just a coincidence that he attended this party. How could he... …”

"I am."

Anson spoke without warning, directly interrupting the girl's words, and looked solemnly at the familiar eyes on the old man's cheek:

"And I have important clues about the Black Mage!"