I will be crowned king

Breman Street, 5:30 in the morning.

After letting go of a certain guest who had caused trouble for him all night, Anson immediately lifted the territory covering the entire street, smoked a pipe, and walked alone on the empty street.

He had to solve the problem. Lisa had already blown the heads of two blood mages. There were only two crossroads between Boleman Street and the red brick street where Clovis Cathedral was located. The Inquisitor of the Truth Seeking Order It's not like they are deaf or blind, they will come knocking on the door soon - not to mention they have died.

Of course, before that, the cautious Commander-in-Chief of the Storm Legion still took it seriously and searched the entire street several times. After repeatedly confirming that there were no other Old God Sect spellcasters, he cleared the field in case there was still an ambush around him. The backhand of Petit Périgord.

It turned out that the supreme leader of the monastery seemed to be very sincere, or smart enough. At least none of the spell casters were discovered. However, he was very surprised to find no less than two figures of informants who were ambushing Bolaiman's apartment. , there are people from Viscount Bogner, people from the Northern Chamber of Commerce, and some royal spies like Fabian...

Some of these people pretended to be residents, and some simply opened shops or worked nearby. It is unclear whether they came to monitor themselves, but they must have contributed a lot of rent money to Mrs. Bogner.

After confirming that they knew nothing about last night's events, at least not leaving any written information, Anson, smoking a pipe, came to the door of the apartment.

Lisa, who had ended the battle early, was holding a rifle in her arms and sitting curled up on the steps outside the gate in a daze. After seeing the figure walking over, she hesitantly took out a can of pork from her arms.

Anson did not refuse, silently took the can and sat down next to the girl. He skillfully took out the bayonet and cut it open. The sleepy Lisa took out another beef can from her arms; the two were on the steps outside the apartment door. Looking at the empty streets, I ate my breakfast in silence.

Half an hour later, a four-wheeled Whitehall Street carriage hurriedly stopped in front of the townhouse apartment building. Cole Dorian, wearing a police uniform, jumped out of the car and went straight to the point:

"what's the situation?!"

His breath was panicked, but his eyes and tone were quite firm. He was obviously mentally prepared for what was going on, and he also knew clearly that his purpose was to handle the finishing work.

"The sacrificed Inquisitor is lying in my apartment. The body is intact except for the missing heart."

Anson did not hesitate, stood up and responded seriously: "As for the casters who took action... there are four people in total, but I can only give you the bodies of three, and... they are not very complete."

"The situation at that time was very passive. I didn't realize anything was wrong until they took action. I also had to try my best to avoid being targeted by the eyes of other forces around me, so I had to make a quick decision. Fortunately, I was lucky and didn't cause any commotion."

Cole Dorian pursed his lips tightly and listened to Anson's explanation without saying a word. He turned his head and looked at the empty street behind him, and asked casually as if he was trying to stay calm:

"Can you determine who did it?"

"What do you think?" Anson did not answer directly: "At this time, who is involved with the Old God Sect and plans to silence me?"

"I'm asking you." The chief judge didn't even look back.

"...The few spellcasters who were killed didn't say anything, but..."

Anson sighed deeply and took out the envelope prepared by Little Périgord from his arms: "I found this on them."

Cole Dorian took the envelope without opening it, but his face was obviously serious. He immediately kicked open the door of the apartment and went upstairs. Anson and Lisa followed closely and walked into the apartment.

After stepping through the broken door, the body of the dead inquisitor was lying quietly on the carpet. The blood on his chest and body had dried up. His expression still maintained the last hint of ferocity, and his frozen pupils were still staring in the direction of the stairwell.

Several people in the living room were sleeping soundly... Mrs. Bogner was still knitting, Christian was leaning against the dining table, and the little clerk and William were hugging each other, leaning against the extinguished fireplace to keep warm.

Cole Dorian, who was half-crouching beside the inquisitor's body and inspecting it carefully, frowned slightly and said without raising his head:

"I have a general understanding of the situation. I will approach the police on Whitehall Street and ask them to pretend it is an accident. If they ask, you don't have to say anything. Just blame it all on the Truth Seeking Order."

"Understood." Anson nodded slightly: "But I still advise you not to trust the police on Whitehall Street too much. They..."

"There are spies from the War Department inside, I know that."

As if he had expected it, Cole stood up and said directly: "It doesn't matter if the news leaks in advance. It can just shock them and make those guys dare not act rashly again."

"Are you sure they will restrain themselves from this?"

"It's hard to say, but you must have an attitude. Next, the Truth-seeking Cultivator will increase its activities in Clove City, which is more or less a reason."

"That's true."

"But in this case, we may not be able to send more manpower to protect you and the people around you. Be careful. Those guys won't give up just because they fail once. If you feel something is wrong, you must report it. If you can I won’t ignore you if you help me.”

"Well, thank you."

The two of them exchanged words with each other, tacitly looking away from each other, and neither of them had any intention of telling the truth.

Anson did not plan to tell the other party about Little Perigord for the time being. After all, it involved the inquisitor's attitude towards the monastery and even the entire Holy See. Although his relationship with Cole was okay, he was not willing to put his trust in it. A little bit of "affection" on top.

Cole Dorian on the other side is more complicated... First of all, of course, he doesn't want to explain the issue of the spy. It's somewhat embarrassing to place surveillance around others. Even if everyone understands, it's hard to say it too straightforwardly. Just don't say it at all.

More importantly, he had noticed that Anson was deliberately lying.

How could it be such a coincidence that all four assassins were silenced, and one of them died without a complete body? How could it be such a coincidence that they still had important evidence related to the assassination of high-level officials of the War Department hidden in their bodies; moreover, the four spellcasters committed murders and sacrificed an inquisitor. As a result, there were no witnesses at the scene, only Anson... Bach's one-sided statement?

If so many coincidences appear at the same time, can it still be a coincidence?

For example, Sierra Vigil, who initially disapproved of her own investigation of the matter but later took the initiative to assist her, was what prompted her 180-degree change?

Cole Dorian already had the answer in his mind. To be more precise, when the "Whisper" was destroyed and the difference engine was found at the scene, he understood that things were not as simple as they seemed.

But he knew better that since neither Anson nor Sierra was willing to speak directly, it meant that the matter was serious enough that he had to find out the truth himself, otherwise no one would dare to tell him.

After collecting the bodies of his companions, the chief inquisitor turned and left without saying a word; Lisa, who was starving at the side, ran straight to the kitchen, leaving Anson standing there, staring in the direction of the stairwell.

"Do you think he can be trusted?"

William Gottfried suddenly woke up and asked in a very weak voice: "If these are just him pretending, you will be in danger next."

"It doesn't matter." Anson waved his hand:

"Even if I miss, it will only make me a little passive, but it won't completely eliminate my room for maneuver."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"Then who do you think I'm talking about?"

"Who else could it be?" Anson looked back at his technical advisor: "Maurice Périgord, if I can catch him once, I can catch him a second time - he just guessed my trump card. It has something to do with time, but it won’t completely constrain me.”

"It's his trump card... How confident are you that you can crack it?"

"Cracked?"

William Gottfried shook his head: "Ancient runes are a communication and communication technique, and were not born for the purpose of deciphering."

"so……"

"So you will soon know what power that Maurice Périgord used."

……………………

Friedrichstrasse, Iris Restaurant.

A middle-aged man in luxurious clothes walked into the restaurant door leisurely. The generous tip made the doorman, who had just finished his evening shift and was about to leave, immediately smile. He warmly entertained him and walked to the private room in the restaurant.

Perhaps because of the assassination of an Army officer a few days ago, the restaurant seemed unusually deserted. The unconcerned middle-aged people sat down in the box and casually ordered some appetizers and a cup of coffee; the attentive doorman even took the initiative to make a guest appearance. He took over the waiter's job and quickly prepared all the meals the other party wanted.

Tasting the fragrant coffee, the middle-aged man took out an envelope from his arms. If you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that it is exactly the same as the one Anson gave to Cole.

He unfolded the letter skillfully, took out a dagger the size of a nail clipper from his coat pocket, gently cut open his right thumb, and dripped blood on the paper.

The bright red blood spread like ink dots on the paper and disappeared without a trace at a speed visible to the naked eye; just a few seconds later, neat lines of writing suddenly appeared on the paper:

"At 15:35, we arrived at Boleman Street and met with the four people we agreed to..."

"At 18:22, I walked into the cafe at No. 30 Boleman Street and sat by the window on the northwest side..."

"Twenty-fifty-five, ready to leave the cafe and meet Anson Bach..."

"Twenty-two:31, hand over the envelope prepared in advance..."

"At one-fifty, Anson Bach refused to cooperate and failed to leave Bremenstrasse as planned..."

"At 4:22, the memory was affected and recognition difficulties occurred..."

"At five o'clock sharp, leave Bremen Street..."

...Looking at the content on the letter, little Périgord had a sudden smile on his face.

He had already roughly guessed that he had reached a certain deal with Anson Bach, but being able to force himself to give up his memory meant that the operation should have failed in the end and failed to kill the Army Brigadier General who gave him a headache.

As for the content of the transaction, it didn't matter. After all, he even handed over his memory, which meant that the deal had been reached - being able to deprive him of his memory had given him the most important information.

Anson Bach, or the little girl next to him, is a blasphemous mage...Interesting, it is not clear whether Luther Franz and the Truth Society already knew such important information. If so...Maurice Perigo Your eyes moved slightly, and the corners of your mouth raised uncontrollably.

I used a small price to test Anson Bach's trump card. If this is the case, those in the Bayonet Club have no chance of winning. You can consider abandoning them and causing a little trouble for the brigadier general, such as explain……

"Dong dong dong——"

There was a crisp knock on the door, and the doorman with an attentive look walked into the box.

Seeing little Périgord sitting at the dining table as if there was no one around, a well-covered surprise flashed in the corner of his eyes. He stepped forward enthusiastically and said with a smile: "Dear guest, how did you feel about today's meal? Is it to your liking?" taste?"

"The taste is very good." Little Périgord said meaningfully:

"Especially coffee. This is the first time I've tasted such a unique flavor. It's really amazing."

"Haha, are you kidding? The coffee quality in our shop is only average on Friedrichstrasse. There is still a gap between it and those cafes where you can buy high-quality coffee beans."

"Coffee beans? No, no, it has nothing to do with that."

"It has nothing to do with coffee beans?"

"Yes." Little Périgord nodded seriously: "I have drunk a lot of specialty coffee, with sugar, milk, salt, sour lemon, basil leaves... But poison is added to add flavor, it's really First time."

"...Poison?" The doorman suddenly stopped smiling and put his hands behind his back, showing a very confused expression.

"A very interesting poison. People who drink it will only feel tired at first, but soon they will no longer have the strength to stand, gradually lose their breath, and die shivering." Little Périgord even picked up the coffee again He took a sip from the cup:

"Okay, put down the revolver you hid behind your back. That thing has no effect at all except causing chaos - unless you want to cause your master some other trouble besides Lieutenant Colonel Crown."

The doorman didn't speak, but had a look of ferociousness and panic on his face.

"You still don't understand?" Seeing that he remained silent, little Périgord, who was holding the coffee cup, stood up directly: "The purpose of my coming here is to reassure the masters behind you, the adults of the Bayonet Club. The Circle of Order will not abandon them."

"Send a message to me. The Holy See has discovered conclusive evidence that Anson Bach is a spell caster. Let them act boldly without any worries - as long as they can seize power, His Majesty the Pope will rectify their names."

"For the sake of the Ring of Order and the great Clovis, don't hesitate any longer!"