I will be crowned king

"boom!"

Karin Jacques, who was in shock, closed the door without looking back. The two looked at each other in the narrow dormitory, and could clearly hear each other's breathing and heartbeat.

The black-robed priest looked at the man sitting on the bed with a gun pointed at him. His heartbeat was steady and he was smiling softly, as if he was having dinner at home.

"Um...can you put the gun down first?"

Carlin forced a smile on his stiff face: "I swear to the Ring of Order that I will never run away again this time."

The corners of Anson's mouth raised, and his right hand holding the handle of the gun showed signs of relaxing:

"cannot."

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the black-robed priest quickly raised his hands above his head again.

"Mr. Karin Jacques, you lied to me once." Anson shook his head with a hurt expression:

"If you want to regain my trust, you have to show some sincerity."

"But you also lied to me once!" Karin hummed, and his whole body shivered involuntarily:

"I don't know where you, a newbie as a spell caster, got the Inquisitor's pocket watch and revolver, but if the Church of Order finds out, I guess you will end up in a bad way."

"Both each other, Old God priests who resell fake antiques?" Anson smiled.

"No!" the black-robed priest retorted:

"I resell antiques, study magic, and have contacts with many Old God sects, but I am still a devout believer in the Circle of Order - I told you when I was at St. Isaac's College."

"So you realized it was me from the accent?"

"Isn't it the same for you, your Excellency the fake judge?"

Kalin, who raised his hands and looked pale, bravely said.

Anson did not deny it. He glanced at the chair in the room and motioned for the other party to sit down. The gun never left his head.

"Now, answer my previous question again." Anson said solemnly:

"Considering the lessons learned from the past, I will pull the trigger as long as you move a little more. Since you know that I am a fake, you must also know the power of the 'dagger'. One shot can blow your head off."

"Don't doubt it, I just tried it recently."

The black-robed priest shuddered.

"The whereabouts of Draco Vertes..."

He looked at the black muzzle of the gun and swallowed hard: "Sorry, I don't know."

Anson's expression changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth began to rise.

"The Ring of Order is up there, I really don't know!" Karin was shocked and said hurriedly:

"Yes, he came to me, asked me some questions and borrowed money, and asked me to meet with people from the Church of Order... But that's it, I really don't know where he is now, and What are you doing!"

So this guy acted as an intermediary and allowed Draco and Sophia to meet... Anson said without changing his expression: "What did he ask about?"

"The death of Miller Wilters." The black-robed priest sighed:

"This guy is very weird - he didn't ask about the case, but he was very curious about the identity of the person involved and what happened next. At first, I thought he was here for revenge, but he was not."

"how do you know?"

"Because I was the unlucky guy who was robbed." Karin Jacques laughed at himself:

"When he came to the door, I thought I was dead. I even started to guess how he would kill me, and I said everything I could in one breath."

"What happened that day?"

"It's almost the same as what was said in the newspaper, with a slight difference." The black-robed priest sighed:

"I negotiated a deal with a buyer, and Miller was my hired assistant. He was a third-level caster of black magic. On the way to the transaction, I met a robber, and Miller had a fight with him; because in We didn't dare to use magic in the inner city. Seeing that he couldn't beat that guy, I went to call the Guards... You know what happened next."

"Who is the robber?"

"I don't know, but I'm afraid he is a talented person." Karin Jacques shook his head: "If you don't want to spend money, just hire thugs to ambush... I occasionally encounter this kind of business, so I hired Miller."

"Why Miller?"

"He is my friend. He is a somewhat naive young man who wants to be a spell caster but has little money. So I occasionally hire him to help. It is better than letting him hang out with those old gods who cheat money."

"What happened to the Guardsman?"

"Missing - when the accident happened, my first reaction was to save Miller and let him run away; then Draco came and told me that it was best not to get involved in this matter again, so I gave up."

"Are you giving up now?"

"I gave up." Carlin said matter-of-factly: "It's true that he is my friend, but I have tried my best; life still has to go on, and I can't just abandon my work and go around catching a missing person just because he is dead. Guards, right?"

Anson nodded slightly, considered it for a moment and continued: "Draco Wiltes didn't tell you anything before he left?"

"He... told me two things." Karin Jacques recalled it very hard and said with some uncertainty:

"He said that Clovis City will become very dangerous in the next period of time, and advised me to leave if I have the chance; and then he also wants to take revenge on the real 'murderer'. What is a real murderer?"

Looking at the puzzled black-robed priest, Anson did not answer.

This "accidental robbery" is no longer simple, it also involves the Guards, the Old God Sect and a gifted person; with the scarcity of blood power in the Kingdom of Clovis, it is almost impossible for a powerless gifted person to rob exist.

Church of Order? army? Royal family? Some evil underground organization?

As for Karin Jacques...he hasn't told a single lie from just now to now, but he has avoided some seemingly unimportant details: such as what he was talking to himself in the attic of the tavern, and why he wanted to hide for Draco.

This guy is still dishonest.

"The last two questions." Anson said slowly:

"Who was the person you were doing business with that day, and what were you trading with him?"

The black-robed priest was happy at first, and then showed a helpless expression: "Can I just answer one question?"

Anson looked at him sincerely: "Can I blow your head off?"

"You misunderstood!" Carlin shrank in fear and quickly defended:

"In my line of work, I rarely have direct contact with buyers. The black mage gathering was an accident; usually the other party sends a letter and money, and I put the thing somewhere, and then tell the other person the thing after I get the money and letter. s position."

"that's all?"

"That's it!" Karin Jacques said a little hurt:

"As a devout believer in the Circle of Order, I am very trustworthy!"

Anson raised his eyebrows: "Where are the things?"

Carlin's expression changed, and he summoned up the courage to tentatively ask:

"I hand over the letter and things. Can you promise to leave immediately and never come to me again?"

"It depends on how sincere you are." Anson said coldly.

Looking at the unmoved Anson, Carlin rolled his eyes and sighed heavily; with his hands raised above his head, he suddenly stood up from the chair, and a patterned silver pocket watch fell out of his shirt pocket.

Without any hesitation, Anson decisively pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The moment the gunfire spurted out, the window glass behind him shattered.

A look of astonishment flashed from the corner of his eyes. The moment he stood up, on the bedside table in the opposite direction to him, an hourglass with a simple shape was knocked to the ground by some force.

"Click."

At the same time, the black-robed priest held the pocket watch in his right hand, and pulled out a slightly worn old-fashioned flintlock gun with his left hand.

The next second, two guns, one on the left and one on the right, were aimed at each other's heads at the same time.

The corners of Karin's mouth turned up slightly with pride.

"Now, I suggest you not to act rashly." He shook the silver pocket watch in his right hand towards Anson: "This is a mirror pocket watch. As long as it starts to rotate, everything within the range will be opposite."

"Not only that, the 'mirror direction' will be reset, so I advise you not to try your luck."

"Then you also knocked over the mercury hourglass on my desk - before its timer expires, even if you throw a grenade in place, the sound will be locked in the entire dormitory!"

"...You put your magic items in the church's dormitory?"

"The most dangerous place is the safest place - and as a trainee priest, where else can I live besides the dormitory?"

"..." Anson Bach.

"It seems that the situation has been reversed now." Karin Jacques said proudly: "For the sake of your credibility, let me tell you one more thing."

"When I came back, I left a letter asking for help to a colleague - in two minutes, and in two minutes at most, the Church of Order and the Guards on Ximen Street will come to the door."

"Then they will see a blackmailed novice priest and a robber pretending to be a judge!"

"Plus a room full of magic props." Anson added "kindly".

"So we don't want things to get to that point." Karin Jacques swallowed his saliva and looked at him pretending to be relaxed:

"Now you have two minutes to run away from the window you shot and then pretend that nothing happened today; wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and you will receive the letter at some time."

"I swear on the name of the Circle of Order that there is absolutely no forgery in that letter - because I really don't want to get involved in Draco Vertes's 'revenge' at all!"

Seeing Karin Jacques's sworn expression, the smiling Anson looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Nervous cold sweat streaked across the temples of the black-robed priest.

Time passed by minute by second, and two minutes flew by in the blink of an eye. The two men confronting each other with guns still stood motionless.

"Dong dong dong!"

Outside the door, a rapid knock on the door broke the dead silence in the dormitory.

The uneasy Karin Jacques finally breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile of victory on his face:

"What a pity. It seems you made a very stupid decision..."

"Karin, Karin, are you in there?!" A panicked voice sounded, and at the same time, he kept slamming the door "Dong dong dong!":

"A group of guards came to the door. They told old Father Simon that you are an old god sect, and the dormitory is full of stolen goods from heretical beliefs! They brought two or three carriages, and more than a dozen people want to arrest you!"

A victorious smile froze on Karin Jacques' face.

Anson, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, nodded slightly and greeted him.

After being stunned for ten seconds, the black-robed priest shouted angrily:

"You are cheating!"

"Both each other." Anson chuckled:

"But things wouldn't have come to this, if..."

"what if?!"

"If you didn't lie to me at the beginning, and then tried to delay time to move reinforcements after lying to me once." Anson sighed.

"...What should we do now?!" The panicked Karin Jacques clutched the pistol tightly:

"The Guards rush in, we will both die!"

"There is only one way." Anson said decisively:

"One person runs away from the window, and the other person is responsible for attracting the attention of the Guards; if they escape separately, at least one of the two people will survive!"

"you sure?!"

"I'm sure!" Anson looked at him sincerely, and at the same time, he pressed the hammer of the revolver again with his right hand:

"You hand me the letter and things now, and I will cover your escape, or we will perish together!"

"Perish together... as for that?!" Listening to the increasingly anxious knocks on the door, Karin Jacques looked like he was about to collapse.

"That's great!" Anson said solemnly, stepping forward and holding two guns against the heads of two people at the same time:

"Because that's the only way you won't lie to me."

Karin Jacques was startled at first, and then his face turned red. His whole body was shaking and he could hardly hold the gun.

"……good!"

The simple words seemed to fall out of his teeth after being bitten into pieces by Karin who was full of resentment.

Throwing the pistol on the ground casually, he took out a letter with the seal torn open from his arms, and slapped Anson on the chest with a "pop!" "The letter is for you, the thing is on the letter, you go get it yourself!"

"good!"

Anson nodded solemnly and said: "You should leave quickly, it will be too late if you wait any longer!"

The black-robed priest rushed to the window without saying a word. Suddenly he remembered something and turned to look at Anson sadly:

"By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet."

"Then let's talk about it next time!" Anson, who stood in front of the door that made a "dong dong!" sound with his back to him, raised his right revolver and looked sideways with a smile:

"When this incident passes, we will definitely meet again."

"Um!"

Suddenly, Karin Jacques, who was inexplicably moved, nodded vigorously, looked back and jumped out of the window.

Looking at the back of the black-robed priest who had run away, Anson breathed a sigh of relief, put the letter and the revolver into his coat pocket, stepped forward and opened the door.

Sera Vigil, a female inquisitor with long hair and scarlet eyes, was standing outside the door, with a fainted priest lying in the corner next to her.

"How's the situation?" Anson smiled.

"Everything has been arranged." Sera said softly with a cold expression:

"Although that guy is an idiot, he is also a very powerful idiot."

………………

A street corner near the Crown Tavern.

After once again winning the bet against the homeless people with the keen insight of the genius, Cole Dorian, whose face was full of joy, "accidentally" saw a figure escaping through the window, and stood up with a helpless expression:

"Oh, I have to work overtime again tonight."

The sighing judge blew a cheerful whistle, raised his right hand high, and playing cards and copper plates flew in the sky.