I will be crowned king

On Tuesday, the gloomy city of Clovis was once again shrouded in dark clouds and heavy snow.

The winter of the 100th year of the Saint's Calendar seems to be a bit worse than what "pre-Anson" remembers: intermittent sunny weather, persistent fog and permeated stench, the whole city is getting worse and worse. It was getting colder and damper, and smelled like a smelly rag that would never be wrung dry.

But none of this could stop Anson's good mood at this moment.

Sitting next to the warm fireplace, Anson leisurely flipped through the "Research on Curses" and took notes in his diary, making up for all the debts he owed in the past few days.

After getting the graduation certificate and allowance certificate, he only needs to stay at home and wait quietly for a certain "loyal" little secretary to help him with the preliminary preparations for the storm group, as well as the official allowance and budget. Just come down.

I have to say that this "textbook" recommended by Professor Mace Honnard is indeed good. It is detailed, rich and compact, practical and has a large number of reference cases and detailed magic tutorials. It is very considerate of newbies like myself. of newcomers.

As a "primary tutorial" for new conjurers, it first explains a misunderstanding that Anson has always had, that is, the range that conjuration magic can "tamper with reality" is indeed a radius of twenty meters with itself as the radius. within.

But this does not refer to the true range, but is closer to the concept of "space that is allowed to be tampered with" - in other words, you can increase the casting distance by modifying the shape of the "casting space"!

But it doesn't make sense to him knowing it now...According to the notes, this is the content of the "third stage".

Anson, who is still on the threshold of the second stage, still has to repeat boring contacts step by step and master the basic operations of conjuration magic.

"Anson looks so happy."

A young voice sounded behind him, asking slowly and curiously: "Has anything good happened recently?"

Anson, who was slightly stunned, stopped the pen in his hand, looked back with a leisurely chuckle, and looked at Lisa sitting behind him holding her calf:

"Yeah, because I have good news for Lisa."

"good news?"

"Well, do you still remember what I mentioned to you some time ago about what happened when I was in school?"

"Remember."

Lisa nodded, grinning happily: "How could I forget, that was the first time Anson talked about his past things!"

Ansen's expression froze, and he twitched the corners of his mouth unnaturally.

Although he successfully inherited the memories of "former Anson", in order to avoid possible scandal, Anson rarely mentioned the "past" things to outsiders or in public unless necessary.

Even when he occasionally mentioned the concept of "schooling" to Lisa a few times at the dinner table, he almost confused the "former Anson" with his "previous life" experience in school; A little girl with no social sense, a little maid might be able to detect one or two things that are wrong.

"In that case, would Lisa want to try going to school?" Anson immediately changed the topic back:

"It just so happened that when I was out recently, I discovered that there were two schools that had just opened on nearby Champagne Street. If you want to give it a try, you can do it now..."

"I don't want to." Lisa said with the biggest smile.

Um?

Anson, who was almost stunned, blurted out: "Why?"

This, this is different from what I thought!

When I talked to her about my school experience before, wasn't she very curious and excited?

"Because Lisa is Anson's skirmisher captain." Lisa, with wide eyes, said in a matter-of-fact tone:

"If Lisa goes to school, she will have to stay in that place for a long, long time, from day to night. She won't be able to continue to protect Anson, right?"

After the words fell, Lisa's expression suddenly became a little strange, and tears gathered in her widened pupils at a speed visible to the naked eye:

"Anson...want to drive Lisa away?"

Um? !

Anson, who looked shocked, had no time to think about it and quickly retorted: "No, absolutely not!"

"Is it because Lisa is not a good girl, so Anson doesn't want Lisa to stay?!"

"No!" Anson suddenly felt a headache and hurriedly comforted him: "I definitely didn't mean it. Lisa is a good girl!"

"Yeah?!"

"Yes! It must be, it must be!" Ansen quickly added, drawing the ring of order back and forth in front of his body with his right hand: "I swear to God!"

"Swear?" The aggrieved girl looked at him blankly.

"Swear!" Anson nodded vigorously: "Lisa is a good girl, and I will never force you to do something you don't want to do, and I will never take the initiative to drive you away... These are all true, I swear. "

"If I lie, then let...uh..." Anson thought seriously about what else he was afraid of besides having his identity revealed: "As soon as I go out, I will immediately meet the person I least want to meet right now - -Is this ok?"

The little girl curled up with her mouth tightly pursed, her eyes red from crying, and a little bit of fear and helplessness in her tears. Nodding silently.

Anson breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't expect that Lisa would be so affected by this kind of thing. It seems that Mrs. Bogner will continue to instill those bad thoughts into her for a long time in the future...

"Dong dong dong!"

At this moment, a rapid and very hard knock on the door suddenly sounded.

A little confused, Anson patted Lisa's little head. While guessing who would come to him at this time, he walked towards the door and cautiously held the door handle.

"Click."

Pushing open the door, the person Anson least wanted to see right now stood in front of him.

"Uh...Miss Sophia?"

Looking at the girl in front of him who was wearing a black double-breasted dress, with her hair tied up and a top hat, dressed like a young gentleman, Anson's brows couldn't help but jump.

However, she must admit that this men's clothing does suit her very well. It looks like it is tailor-made at first glance; it is not only well-proportioned but also close-fitting, showing off the curves of a maturing girl to the fullest...

"Do you have time now?" The girl said without thinking, with a little eagerness in her eyes: "Follow me, I need you to do something for me."

"This..." Thinking of Lisa, Anson looked behind him with some embarrassment: "Now it's a bit..."

Anson turned his head and looked stunned. Lisa was no longer in front of the fireplace.

"What is this?"

The frowning girl looked at Anson who was still hesitating, and impatiently grabbed his sleeve and dragged him out of the door: "Forget it... we don't have time, we can explain it later!"

"Oh, wait!"

When Anson was in a hurry and was dragged out by Sophia, a dark brown four-wheel carriage was parked outside the door of No. 55 Boleman Street.

The girl who didn't explain much at all walked up to the car door and knocked on it. After pushing Anson into the car who had not figured out what was going on, she stood outside the carriage and looked around cautiously, and then boarded the carriage after her.

The little maid, who was wearing a light blue pleated skirt, a veil and a black wig, was sitting in the carriage waiting anxiously. It was not until she saw the two people entering the carriage one after another that she relaxed a little and closed the door gently. door.

"Angelica, I really owe it to you this time."

Sophia held the little maid's hands tightly and vowed to her: "Two hours, as long as we are not discovered within two hours; believe me, I will rush back as soon as possible!"

"Um……"

The little maid, who pursed her lips tightly, groaned with a grimace and nodded in embarrassment: "Although Angelica wants to say, 'This is what people should do,' but this time..."

"Nothing will happen this time!" The girl swore and did not forget to glance at Anson opposite: "Last time, there was a small accident because of a certain 'liar', but it won't happen this time. !”

"I hope... the protection of the Order." The little maid sighed, and nodded slightly to the confused Anson beside her:

"I leave everything to you, Your Excellency Anson Bach; never... never let anything happen to the lady!"

After saying that, the little maid opened the door and left the carriage without waiting for him to ask questions, and walked towards another taxi on the opposite side of the street.

In the dim carriage, Anson and Sophia were suddenly left alone, looking at each other without saying a word.

"Ahem...what..." The "liar" who coughed twice and looked a little embarrassed was the first to break the silence:

"what happens?"

Sophia, who had a solemn expression, did not answer him, but waved her hand and handed over a copy of "Clovis Truth", then hugged her shoulders and watched the passers-by outside the carriage warily.

Anson, who opened the newspaper, immediately glanced at the spot where the girl's index finger had just clamped, and a vertical bold font came into his sight - "Detective Yassen":

"...My friend Yassen and I met for the first time on a private carriage heading to Xiaolong City; he took his young and beautiful wife with him to spend a wonderful honeymoon in the emperor's city..."

"... He is a very observant and talkative Clovis man. He quickly saw that I was not encountering a robber, but just wanted to get a ride and a sumptuous dinner; but in order to take care of my face and poor dignity, he He did not expose it directly, but instead chatted with me about the bizarre murder case he happened to encounter during a trip to the Kingdom of Clovis..."

Well, it's roughly the beginning of a second-rate detective novel that would appear in "Clovis Truth." What's all the fuss about.

But if it is really just like this, the archbishop's own daughter will not be so surprised. There should be something more critical... After reading it completely, Anson subconsciously moved his eyes to the end. .

The next second, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"name!"

Sofia, with a solemn expression, suddenly said: "The author of this story is Draco Vertes!"

"This guy finally showed up!"

That talkative one? !

A certain novelist with slovenly red hair immediately came to Anson's mind, with a hint of astonishment on his expression.

According to his understanding of Draco, this guy will definitely understand that this is the most dangerous time for him; the Guardsmen who have destroyed the "carjacking plan" and stolen important secrets are arresting people all over the city. People, even "innocent passers-by" like themselves who can only be considered involved, would rather kill the wrong person than let them go.

To suddenly jump out at this moment and publish his novel in a newspaper with great fanfare... what does he want to do?

A smoke bomb to attract the attention of the Guards?

Anson didn't understand at all, or he couldn't understand the structure of this talkative brain circuit from the very beginning when he cooperated with him.

"This is the first page of the newspaper this morning. The postman rode directly to Franz's house."

Sophia opposite didn't notice the expression on Anson's face at all. She was so excited that she was completely immersed in the thrill of finding clues: "The Guards should have just received the news now. As long as we set off immediately, we can get ahead of them." Find Draco’s whereabouts from the newspaper office!”

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you must not miss it!"

Looking at the excited girl, Ansen, who probably guessed her purpose of coming today, hesitated to speak. He chuckled and lowered his eyes, hiding what he wanted to say in his heart.

She underestimated the Guards.

Although the performance of the Guards during the recent period has been very poor, and they cannot even perform the basic work of maintaining law and order, this does not mean that they have really fallen to the level of a conscripted army; on the contrary, realizing that they are in a life and death situation The Guards at this critical moment still have a very high degree of organization!

Anson was basically certain that the Guards should have taken control of the newspaper office by now and had looted all possible evidence; he and Sophia had just "hidden their identities" in the past with great fanfare, and at best they could only have failed.

"Although I am fully confident that I can find clues in the shortest time, but..." The girl pressed the brim of her hat and said unconvincedly:

"I have to admit that this society still has a lot of prejudices against women; if I encounter some emergency, someone will still need to help me solve the problem."

"So Sir Anson Bach, your mission is to solve the unnecessary troubles for me before I find the clues; in return, I can shorten the time for you to decentralize the storm group's budget, and let go of our previous minor conflicts. May I?"

Sophia snorted softly, crossed her shoulders and glanced out the window again.

"sure."

Anson chuckled and nodded, and deliberately followed the other person's words and said: "Dear Miss Sophia Franz is willing to give me this opportunity to atone for my sins. I am so grateful that I can't repay her in return!"

Anyway, judging from the other party's tone, this troublesome trip will only last for two hours at most... Well, by the way, we can also go to the Old William Cafe to buy a cake to make Lisa happy a little bit.

"So...what are we waiting for?"

Smiling Anson pointed to the motionless scenery outside the window - from the time he got on the carriage to now, the carriage has not moved at all.

"I should be the one to ask this." Sophia, who was holding her hands on her chest, glanced at him: "Why are you still sitting here?"

"..." Anson was startled, blinked and thought for a second, then asked tentatively: "Did you come without a coachman, and you don't know how to drive a carriage?"

"Of course...Angelica brought me here. Is there any problem?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just want to tell you a secret."

"What secret?"

"Actually, neither can I."

"..." Sophia.