I will be crowned king

Although Anson "tried his best" to stay and said it was to apologize for the previous incident at St. Isaac's College, Sophia Franz still left without looking back, leaving only the little maid Angelica behind who kept apologizing. , jogging hurriedly to keep up with Sophia's footsteps.

Obviously, after experiencing such an interview that was "very different" from what she imagined, no matter how delicious the coffee was, it would probably taste the same to her.

Looking at the girl's somewhat lost figure, Ansen involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth.

"It seems that Sir Anson Bach has won a great victory today."

The little secretary standing aside immediately lost no time in boasting: "With today's lesson, Miss Sophia will no longer dare to easily interfere in the personnel changes of the Storm Group in the future."

"A great victory? A lesson?" Anson raised his eyebrows: "What are you talking about?"

"I said your skills are very clever."

Allen nodded slightly, his calm tone filled with flattery:

"Lower your posture, pretend to be unaware of Sophia's arrival, and remain calm in the face of emergencies, leaving Miss Sophia no room to intervene and at the same time unable to raise any objections."

"Although it is a little ungentlemanly to treat a noble lady like this and secretly laugh at her behind her back; but if you consider the impact of the Old Wall Street incident, no matter how strict you are, you will not object to your approach. .”

"I don't know what you are talking about." Anson shook his head:

"And...did I laugh?"

"You've been laughing and haven't stopped." The little secretary nodded with certainty, raised his right hand, gently rubbed the corner of his mouth with his index finger and thumb, and gestured with the size of the arc:

"Probably so...well, a little bit."

After seeing off the uninvited Miss Sophia Franz, Anson talked with the little clerk for a while and explained the subsequent renovation work of the Storm Regiment's residence.

Although Anson himself very much hoped that Storm Group could always walk on the edge of "fire or not" just like her name; but such an approach was obviously impossible to satisfy his largest shareholder and Party A; it took a lot of effort to achieve this goal. The Church of Order, which has acquired the security army, needs to make this army have a sense of presence in the turbulent capital.

To this end, the entire abandoned factory that serves as the residence must be renovated—soldiers and officers’ dormitories, public canteens, playgrounds, stables, artillery ranges, ammunition depots, emergency passages... It is said that a certain lady also plans to renovate the building opposite the abandoned factory. It was taken together as the administrative office of the Storm Regiment.

All in all, after seeing the true scale of the entire plan, Anson was very sure that the storm group in his hands was just the beginning at most. Archbishop Luther's real plan was probably to establish a legion-level security army of ten thousand people!

But he didn't need to worry about these things, or they had little to do with him from the beginning. The person in charge of the entire construction project is his loyal secretary Alan Dawn, plus one hundred and fifty-two "administrative staff" sent by the Church of Order; as the military chief, Anson, as long as he chooses among the projects they provide Just tick it.

Leaving the busy little clerk in the command room that was full of the smell of paint, Anson continued on to his next destination in a carriage sent by the church.

The southern section of Friedrich Street is the headquarters of the Inquisition of the Kingdom of Clovis.

"Truth...club?"

Looking at the beautiful white three-story building in front of him, the floral sign on the door, the cafes and tailor shops on both sides, and the bustling Friedrich Street behind him, Anson, who was stunned on the spot, suddenly felt an unparalleled feeling in his heart. A sense of absurdity.

The law enforcement group of the Church of Order, the sworn enemies of the Old Gods, the headquarters of the executioners of heretics and apostates... is built in the downtown area?

Shouldn't this kind of place be in a city sewer, a deserted village castle, or the secret basement of Clovis Cathedral? The kind of place where it's dark all year round, cold and damp, and you'll definitely get rheumatism if you live there for a year?

With the urge to complain, Anson stepped out of the carriage and stretched out his right hand; before he could knock on the door, a very familiar figure appeared behind the door and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Good afternoon, Anson Ba...ah, now it's time to change your name to Captain!"

The young inquisitor who opened the door smiled cheerfully and stretched out his right hand to Anson without any hesitation, as if the two had been old friends for many years: "Cole Dorian, do you still remember me?"

"of course I remember."

Anson chuckled, and showed a slightly frightened expression in a very cooperative manner: "It is the first time that the trial court arrested me as a suspect of the Old God Sect. It is not easy to forget it so quickly."

"Ahahaha...you are so funny."

Holding Anson's right hand tightly, the young judge welcomed Anson into the club's living room, not forgetting to close the door.

The living room is not very spacious, with a bar counter and a spiral staircase to the side occupying one-third of the space; the closed curtains and dim gas lights create a light warmth, and the built-in bookcases in the walls on both sides are filled with hardcover books. of books and brand-new newspapers, and the air was filled with the smell of coffee and fine tobacco.

"To be honest, you came here so quickly, which is a little bit beyond my expectation."

While Anson was being welcomed to sit down at the bar, Cole brought two cups of steaming coffee and enthusiastically handed one cup to him:

"Normally, unless you are forced into a situation like yours, you will never take the initiative to deal with us... Almost eight times out of ten, you will pretend to have 'forgot' that this happened."

"Is that useful?" Anson asked casually after taking the coffee.

"Of course it's useless."

Cole chuckled and took a sip of coffee: "But people - I mean the vast majority - like to do useless work to deceive themselves and others; wealthy businessmen who evade taxes like to make donations, and nobles who do whatever they want like to seek justice... Although they are all useless work, but As long as they continue to deceive themselves and others, they will feel very comfortable and maybe even proud of themselves.”

Well said, it sounds like very reasonable and unnutritious nonsense... Anson responded with a smile:

"I have a question……"

"Why is the headquarters of the Inquisition built in a bustling city instead of in the secret basement of Clovis Cathedral?"

Before Anson could finish speaking, the young judge took over and looked at Anson with a playful expression.

"Uh...how did you know?"

"It's very simple. Although I can't read minds, you are not the first person to ask this question." Cole shrugged, and the corners of his raised mouth slowly raised:

"Well... although I can tell you countless standard romance novel openings, the real situation is actually very simple - because we have ample funds and can afford to rent a building on Friedrichstrasse."

"In addition, our Truth-seeking Order, or all branches of the Tribunal, deal with an average of more than fifty heretical incidents every year, and the frequency is almost once a week; for us, this place is not only a base camp, but also a sanatorium, a A place where we can relax and forget about work.”

Looking at Anson with a clear expression, the young judge suddenly smiled slyly:

"Also, we do have a secret basement headquarters in Clovis Cathedral."

"..." Anson Bach.

"Okay, enough of the small talk."

Putting down the coffee cup in his hand, Cole Dorian took a deep breath and looked at him with a solemn expression:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, according to our agreement, your daily behavior will be monitored by the Truth Seeking Order in the next few months to rule out the suspicion of collusion between you and the Old Gods - especially the Black Mage. "

"In return, we will open the weapon workshop and library of the Truth Seeking Cult to you; we will talk about the weapon workshop later. As for the library, you can choose to ask us for advice on the power of blood, or... become a A spellcaster who has some freedom but needs to be monitored by the Inquisition."

"So...what are your options?"

"The power of blood."

Anson said without hesitation.

First of all, Curse Magic has the resources provided by the black mage, so there is no need for additional resources; in addition, considering that it is related to both the church and the Old God Sect, once it cannot grasp the balance in the middle, it is easy to be misunderstood. Wuzai's.

In comparison, the power of blood is more practical, and there is no need to worry about problems such as revealing one's identity; besides, in the Kingdom of Clovis, where the proportion of talented people is much lower than that of the empire, it is difficult for Anson, who comes from a small family, to obtain the power of blood. education.

The room, which smelled of coffee, suddenly became quiet.

Cole Dorian's face was expressionless, he looked at Anson motionlessly, and swallowed.

"you sure?"

"I'm sure." Anson nodded:

"Is there a problem?"

"Problem? No, no, no...no problem." Cole, who smiled, waved his hands repeatedly, pursed his lips and said hesitantly:

"I just want to know...are you really not thinking about it anymore? Aren't people like you—I mean special people who have come into contact with the Old Gods—all very curious about magic?"

Anson frowned slightly:

"Do you... really want me to be a spellcaster?"

Cole's expression froze: "Did you see it?"

"Obviously." Anson nodded.

"How obvious is it?"

"…very obvious."

"..."

The silent judge took a sip of his coffee, concealing the embarrassment of this moment.

"Uh...I do have thoughts about this, for some reason." He put down the coffee cup and sighed softly:

"But if you have made up your mind, I will definitely try my best to help you. After all, this is your choice after all - OK, tell me now, have you awakened the power of your bloodline, and what is your ability?"

Facing Cole's question, Anson nodded first, then shook his head.

"Awakened but don't know your abilities? Haha... It's really very characteristic of the Kingdom of Clovis." Cole smiled:

"Although I don't know why, the Kingdom of Clovis does not seem to attach much importance to cultivating talented officers among its officers, but is more willing to invest resources in tactical training."

"But it doesn't matter. The Kingdom of Clovis has only been around for a few hundred years. Most of the talented people are inherited from the 'Holy Grail Knight' bloodline inherited from the Osteria royal family from the Lorraine family. If nothing else happens, you It should be too.”

Speaking of this, Cole also restrained his frivolous expression a little and gradually became serious:

"I won't go into unnecessary nonsense like the inheritance of the seven major bloodlines and the differences between various bloodlines. You can go to the library to check it yourself later. At the same time, I will share with you a little bit about the talented people of the Holy Grail bloodline. This is the characteristic of bloodline power."

"First of all, you should know that each ability of the seven major bloodlines is fixed, but will change due to the different understanding of each gifted person. Occasionally, new 'bloodlines' will be born."

"The most famous of these are the 'Dragon Knight' bloodline of the Herred family and the 'Wild Hunt Knight' bloodline of the Wharton family. The power of these two bloodlines is no less than dozens of branch bloodlines, and they are completely different types of power. There are even hundreds.”

"But among the seven bloodlines, the 'Holy Grail Knight' is a special case."

"special case?"

Anson raised his eyebrows alertly: "What do you mean?"

"It means that in the Church of Order's records of the 'Holy Grail Knights' talented people so far, there has never been any duplicate ability of any two talented people." Cole explained:

"Other than that, the abilities of these talented people have not changed throughout their lives."

"To give a simple example, I joined the church at the age of twelve, and awakened the power of my bloodline at the age of fifteen. As long as I am not injured, my strength, senses, reaction ability...all body functions are the same as those of ordinary people. More than 10 times, the lethal dose of opium cream will only make me cough."

oh? An Sen was slightly shocked.

"Very strong ability, right?" Cole took a deep look at Anson: "I guess this is probably related to my subconscious idea that 'the Holy Grail Knight will not be hurt'."

"I gained this power at the age of fifteen, and I am twenty-five years old this year. For ten years, my ability has neither mutated nor undergone any changes. Compared with the power of the other six major bloodlines, the Holy Grail Knight bloodline There is no possibility of mutation, it is determined from the moment of birth.”

"But... we have something that the other six bloodline powers don't have." Cole snapped his fingers with a "pop!"

"That's life force!"

Um?

Anson was stunned for a moment, looked at Cole's mysterious expression, and asked tentatively:

"Are you saying that... the talented people who have awakened the bloodline of the Holy Grail Knight are... hard-lived?"

"It can be said that although there is no direct evidence, it is indeed more difficult to kill talented people with the blood of Holy Grail Knights." The young judge nodded:

"In addition, strong vitality also means that our physical fitness must surpass other talented people and be able to withstand greater intensity of training."

"You know, the power of blood is like a part of the body for a gifted person. Using the power of blood is no different from hearing with ears or seeing with eyes. Only high-intensity targeted training can make it more sensitive. Stronger, more powerful.”

"From this perspective, I think the 'Holy Grail Knight' bloodline is enough to be called the strongest bloodline!"

I changed it a little bit and spent a little more time~