I will be crowned king

Hearing this non-answer, Cole Dorian raised his eyebrows with a very surprised expression.

"In the past forty-five minutes and seventeen seconds, his attention has always been highly concentrated." The female judge named Sera continued to add:

"But that's because I started observing him from the moment he sat down, and I don't rule out that I've been in this state since before he walked in the door."

"In this state, unless some more direct methods are used, at least at this stage I cannot read the contents of his consciousness."

"So our Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach is indeed, as the information says, a thoughtful guy?" Cole scratched his head:

"Do you think it's possible that he has received training in this area, or has had similar experiences?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." The long-haired girl with blood-red eyes replied softly:

"It is difficult for ordinary people - even talented ones - to maintain highly concentrated thinking activities for nearly an hour; this level of concentration is already at the level of a beginner spell caster."

"Can you prove it?"

"It's difficult - even for beginner spellcasters, as long as they have mastered the 'stealth' skill, neither of them will be able to react unless they are actively exposed." Sera shook her head:

"And Anson Bach is also an awakened genius, and the power of his blood can also suppress weak black magic."

"Assuming that he is still a spellcaster who believes in the Lord of Dark Magic, it would not be surprising even if what we just saw was an illusion carefully crafted by him - considering his relationship with the Black Mage, it is not impossible. "

"If that's the case, then why do we let him go?" Cole Dorian asked in even more surprise: "It shouldn't be a problem to arrest such a suspicious guy for three or four days, right?"

"Yes, but only if there is no interference from the Franz family."

A slightly frustrated hoarse voice sounded without warning.

With scarlet eyes, Sera raised her pale and slender right hand and snapped her fingers with a "pop!" Opposite the empty table, a somewhat indifferent middle-aged man appeared next to Anson's original seat.

"Captain Lawrence?"

"We received a 'request' from the Franz family...just now." Lawrence Bernat said calmly:

"Miss Sophia Franz, the eldest daughter of Archbishop Luther Franz, is willing to guarantee her credibility and asks us not to detain Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach in any form until we get definite evidence."

"Is that why?"

The young inquisitor shrugged: "I thought the Inquisition was a semi-independent institution that was not under the jurisdiction of the top leaders of each diocese."

"Cole Dorian...if you really think that there is some kind of 'independent' existence in this world, it only proves that you are indeed a man who is consistent on the surface and never thinks about problems from the neck up."

Sera sighed and shook her head, her beautiful face hidden under her long hair showing a hint of mockery:

"Fortunately...our excellent Lesser Inquisitor is just complaining about overtime and can't stop by the chess club for coffee before going home."

Facing the cynicism of the long-haired girl, Cole Dorian rolled his eyes:

"Yes, I know that one-third of the operating funds of the Truth Seeking Order comes from Clovis Cathedral, just like I know that we cannot afford to offend the aloof Archbishop Luther."

"Also...Seira, you are reading minds again. I remember we had an agreement about this, right?!"

Facing the male colleague's sad and indignant questioning, the reserved long-haired girl raised her eyebrows, snorted and turned her head away.

Laurence Bernat looked at his two subordinates without saying a word, and did not intervene in this small conflict. He turned to Cole Dorian and asked:

"what time is it now?"

"It's six-thirty."

The young inquisitor replied cheerfully, while not forgetting to add another word: "If it weren't for the fact that Anson Bach couldn't be arrested, I would have got off work in forty minutes."

Lawrence nodded thoughtfully: "In this way... you can sort out today's materials and go back after finishing the finishing work."

"No problem, but...who will be on duty tonight?"

"I."

Lawrence stood up, took out his three-cornered hat from under his coat, put it on, and patted Cole on the shoulder: "Make me a pot of coffee in the duty room, and ask the people in the internal affairs room to prepare an extra standard meal."

"Oh, okay, I remember."

"Then I'll go out for a while and I'll take over at seven o'clock."

Lawrence nodded, turned and walked toward the door.

"team leader."

Sera, whose eyes were scarlet, suddenly spoke to stop him.

"What else?"

"That little girl, she usually sells newspapers at the Crown Tavern before seven o'clock." Sierra said softly:

"If not, then she should be in the back alley with the florist selling flowers, her favorite being the cherry cake from Hudson's Bakery."

Lawrence's expression was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at each other and smiled at Sierra, turned around and left the room.

Only Cole Dorian, who was standing next to him, had a puzzled face. He looked at the door and then at Sera:

"What little girl, what were you and the captain talking about just now?"

"A good thing that has absolutely nothing to do with a guy who only thinks about his job and his allowance."

Sera, who raised the corners of her mouth slightly, concluded this.

…………

When Anson finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the interrogation room of the Inquisition and found himself standing in a corridor in Clovis Cathedral, a certain "loyal" clerk Alan Dawn was already in the corridor. The end is waiting for him.

He is still wearing a delicate and meticulous black formal suit, a stiff-collared white shirt, shiny leather shoes, his hair combed like an adult, and a leather bag that always looks very heavy in his arms, containing countless documents.

"Blessed by the Ring of Order, Lord Anson Bach, you are finally out!"

The moment he saw Anson walking out from behind the door, the clerk, who was standing there like a puppet a second ago, immediately trotted forward excitedly: "All the procedures have been completed, you can leave this hellish place now. .”

"Really! A dignified officer of the Church of Order was actually arrested as a suspect of the Old God Sect without any evidence. This kind of thing is unheard of. With the Ring of Order, I simply can't imagine what this will do to What a blow to your career and reputation..."

Listening to the clerk's constant complaints as he walked, Anson followed him and walked out of the corridor, constantly thinking about the gains and losses in his mind.

Of course, the first thing to bear the brunt is the surveillance from the trial:

As the top law enforcement group of the Church of Order, according to the "conventional script", he should have been locked up in a dark cell by now and tortured to death using various unheard-of methods until he vomited out all the information he knew. — and definitely literally “spit it out.”

Now I don’t know why, but this organization whose public image has absolutely nothing to do with “harmony makes money” is so polite to me.

After thinking carefully, Anson believed that in addition to his realistic acting skills, it was probably the Franz family that put a lot of pressure on the trial office, preventing them from taking action rashly.

Of course, this was just a small matter to Archbishop Luther, but Anson felt vaguely that he seemed to have discovered something - Luther Franz seemed to care more about the Kingdom of Clovis and Franz than some iron laws of the Church of Order. The interests of the Ci family.

On the other hand, Anson was not completely without gains: according to the inquisitor named Cole Dorian, Professor Mace Honnard had been collecting great magic books scattered in the royal capital.

Although I don’t understand why, this seems to explain why the black mage often appears as a low-level officer traveling around the kingdom, and is equally interested in a certain talkative novelist and the Guards.

Anson guessed that it was probably the intelligence collected by Draco Vertes, or that Miller Cortes' death was involved in a certain volume of the Great Magic Book.

Although this is just his guess, it can indeed explain many problems: for example, Bloen will appear in the newspaper building because there are clues about the Great Magic Book there.

The reason why he chose to leave after sensing the Great Magic Book was probably that he found that it was not the one he wanted, and guessed that it was a trap set by the Trial.

If explained in this way, many seemingly "coincidence" situations seem to make sense.

"... Of course, in addition to these unpleasant things, your loyal secretary also has a very good news to announce to you."

After complaining a lot, Allen suddenly puffed up his chest proudly and looked at Anson with a little pride: "Dear Mr. Anson Bach, I have successfully applied for the allowance of the rank of lieutenant colonel for you. "

"Then the first budget of the Storm Group has been transferred to the account, totaling five thousand gold coins. Three thousand of them have been used to pay for material orders and the upfront deposit for venue rental. There are still two thousand gold coins left for you to use at any time. .”

"In addition, as your loyal secretary, I have done some overstepping behavior." Allen lowered his head and said respectfully:

"Considering the conflict between you and the army, if you place orders and recruit soldiers from the military factory normally, you will 100% be blocked by them; even if everything goes well in the end, you will inevitably be extorted by the other party for a higher price. "

"So I found a way to go around in a circle. Regardless of the venue rental or weapon purchase, including the recruitment of soldiers, they all use other names. Therefore, although it basically meets your predetermined standards, there will be a slight difference."

As he said that, the little clerk raised his right hand with difficulty, gestured to Anson with his thumb and index finger, and carefully looked at Anson's expression: "Is this result acceptable to you? Or..."

"It doesn't matter, that's it." Anson waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

To be honest, after experiencing the battle of Thunder Castle, the friendly forces were on the verge of collapse, the veterans had no intention of fighting, the adjutants were full of running away, the recruits were only willing to die, and the "bang bang cannon" was only worthy of hearing the sound. It smoked but did not explode. Hand grenades, crude muzzleloaders...

After experiencing all of this, and the miraculous capture of Thunder Castle in only nineteen days, and the "well-equipped and well-trained" levy force that it all consisted of, no matter how great the difficulty was, it was not considered a difficulty in Anson's eyes.

"In this case, I will arrange all the preparatory work to be carried out as soon as possible, and strive to have most of the work ready in four days, and you can start officially recruiting officers."

Alan Dawn said cheerfully: "Then there is only one last item left in your schedule today - someone has made a temporary appointment and hopes to see you."

"who?"

"I am very sorry, but out of necessity I cannot mention this young lady's name."

The clerk shook his head politely, stood on the spot and pointed to the room opposite: "She is waiting for you in the prayer room now."

Anson looked at the door, and then at Allen who stopped:

"Aren't you going in together?"

"No, I confirmed it. She only wants to see you."

"Just want to see me?"

"It can only be you."

"..." Ansen was stunned for a moment, and after being silent for a long time, he said:

"Are you sure this isn't a trap?"

"Absolutely not." Allen, who was holding the leather bag, made a "bang!" sound and patted his thin chest with his right hand:

"I guarantee my loyalty to you, this is definitely not a trap."

Thanks, but I don't quite trust your loyalty...

With a grudge in his heart, Anson stepped forward on the cold floor, took a deep breath, and carefully opened the door; in the empty prayer room, a pair of big eyes suddenly looked at him.

Anson froze in place in surprise.

"Lisa?!"

"Anson!"

The little girl with big red eyes and tears like a flood rushed up at the speed of an afterimage; Anson, who didn't react for a while, only felt a tightness in his chest, as if his whole body had been hit by a twelve-pound solid bullet. "Boom!" There was a sound as it hit the door behind.

"What's wrong, why are you here?"

With the little girl in his arms, Anson, who had no time to cry out in pain, grinned and asked:

"Who brought you here?"

Lisa didn't answer his question. She raised her head with sniffling, her face covered with tears and snot:

"Is Anson really going to drive Lisa away?"

Um?

Anson was stunned for a moment and then smiled and said: "Didn't we already discuss this issue..."

"Lisa doesn't want to be driven away by Anson!" Before he could finish his words, Lisa, who was crying and sobbing, reacted even more intensely and clung to Anson:

"Please, don't drive Lisa away! Lisa doesn't want to sleep outside like before, look for food everywhere, be picked up by wild beasts, or be driven away!"

"Anything Anson wants Lisa to do, Lisa is willing to be a skirmisher captain for Anson, willing to go to school, willing to be a good girl, willing to do everything Anson wants, as long as he doesn't drive Lisa away, okay! OK?!"

Holding Lisa who couldn't stop crying, Anson didn't know what to say and could only keep comforting and patting the little girl's head over and over again.

After a while, Lisa, who was almost tired of crying, finally stopped shaking slightly and gradually regained her composure.

"Gu."

Listening to the familiar voice in his ears, Anson breathed a sigh of relief and slightly raised the corners of his mouth:

"Are you hungry?"

"Um."

The little girl nodded slightly, her hands holding his clothes showing no signs of letting go.

"What to eat?"

Lisa hesitated for a while, as if she was fighting against "being a good girl" and her own desire:

"……cake."