I will be crowned king

The moment he spoke, the corners of Nott Conan's mouth rose slightly.

This comes from the confidence of a "former famous detective" - ​​since the other party is also a spell caster, it is impossible not to know about "Detective Nott" and his own legend.

Of course, he also admitted that compared to the case-solving story, the "Beigang Morning News" report about the case in which he used black magic to induce a crime and then solved the case might be more famous, just a little bit...

"never heard of that."

Anson, who was pretending to be flustered, felt a little confused. First it was the talkative one, and then this one... Why do people in this field like to report themselves so much?

Considering the special nature of detective work, are they really not afraid of being visited for revenge?

"You... don't know my name?"

The voice sounded unexpected.

"have no idea."

Anson still maintains his good habit of honesty.

"Hmm... Then you should know about the Beigang Rebellion five years ago and the black magic detective incident, right?"

"I know about the rebellion, but I don't know about the dark arts detective."

"...Don't you usually read newspapers?"

"I'm reading the Clovis Truth. What's wrong?"

"..."

The voice was silent for a long time.

"Turn around, sir." Nott said coldly: "I advise you not to play any tricks."

"Of course, I cherish my life very much."

Anson, who raised his hands, turned around slowly while talking to himself. A silver pocket watch engraved with the Ring of Order was revealed under his open collar.

Nott's wide-eyed expression flashed with horror: "Judgment House?!"

Seizing this momentary gap, Anson moved.

The raised left hand fell without warning, blocking the revolver aimed at his face; the frightened black magic detective instantly came to his senses, and his calm pupils instantly focused on the dark muzzle of the gun.

"Click!"

The next second, the situation changed instantly.

In the narrow storage room, the two people were face to face, with their respective gun muzzles pressed against their heads.

Looking at Nott, whose Yintang turned black, the corners of Anson's mouth moved slightly.

He really didn't dare to shoot.

"Someone seemed to have said just now that he cherished his life." Feeling the coldness coming from his forehead, Nott Conan's expression was extremely ugly.

"That's right." Anson smiled slightly: "So I will not leave my life and death to a stranger."

"How dare you bet I can't shoot?!"

"I didn't know just now, but..."

"But what?"

"But I know now."

"..."

Nott took a breath of air, and the corners of his mouth began to rise as his expression became increasingly ferocious: "Very good, very good... You remind me of an old friend, an old friend that I will never forget."

"That would be such an honor for me."

Anson smirked as he shrugged.

"No." Nott said coldly, his pupils gradually filled with murderous intent:

"Because every time I think of this old friend, my dear Draco, and how he turned me from a well-known detective in Northport to a hunted fugitive from the Old Gods..."

"You will never imagine how much I regret not shooting him to death!"

No, I quite understand... The corners of Anson's mouth twitched.

The next second, the two of them moved at the same time.

Almost at the moment Anson bent his knees to dodge, a pale white afterimage popped out of Nott's left sleeve.

"Boom!"

A dagger was nailed to the secret door behind his head, and the slightly trembling blade was still glowing with a black-blue luster.

Grilled blue dagger, is he really a naval officer? !

Before Anson could be surprised, a roar sounded in his ears. The murderous Nott held the barrel of the gun behind his back like he was swinging a naval axe, and smashed his jaw from bottom to top.

In the critical situation, Anson instinctively crossed his left arm and used his forearm to block the incoming black shadow.

"clang!"

At the moment of the collision, there was a sound of metal colliding; Nott stared at Anson's slashed left sleeve in astonishment, and a short blade emitting silver light was drawn out of the neat incision.

"Bayonet, are you from the Army?!"

The surprised black magic detective let out a low growl, but the attack did not pause at all; the swinging revolver blocked the knife stabbing the face, and the raised knees rushed towards Anson's chest almost at the same time.

Relying on the conjurer's sense of distance, Anson stayed close to the side and dodged the opponent's powerful knee strike; the "dagger" in his right hand was gently thrown up, and he firmly caught the barrel of the gun.

Then hit Knott's kneecap!

"ah--!"

Heart-rending screams rang out, and the solid wood gun butt "missed the target" "scratched" Nott's calf, tearing a hideous bloodstain.

[Rui Feng]!

The screaming dark magic detective stumbled and hit the secret door panel, his left leg bleeding profusely.

The next second, Anson, who seized the opportunity, stood upright and turned around. The silver-gleaming bayonet pulled the light and shadow and stabbed straight into Nott's heart.

"clang!"

Dazzling firelight danced in the darkness.

The dark magic detective, who couldn't help but growl in pain, pulled out the roasted blue dagger nailed to the door at the last moment. Two sharp blades, one white and one blue, intertwined and collided between the two of them.

Nott, who had a wounded leg, burst out with a power that was totally unsuitable for a spellcaster. The revolvers and daggers he waved with both hands left countless afterimages in the air, forcibly forcing Anson, who had awakened the power of blood, back several times. step.

However, Anson was not nervous. Such an unstructured fighting method would only make the opponent's breathing confused and lose his rhythm, making him unable to hold on for too long.

Huh-huh-huh-

The extremely fierce attacks constantly bring about screams that tear the air. The murderous black magic detective uses the handle of the gun, the dagger, the elbow and the only remaining right leg... using all the methods he can use to launch a violent storm. attack.

Like a sailor on the top of a big wave, he fights with all his strength against the enemy who jumps on the deck!

In the dark storage room, Ansen kept dodging and parrying; the too narrow space and the opponent's extremely fast offensive made him simply close his eyes and rely entirely on his "superpower" to observe and decide his next move.

But in the eyes of the dark magic detective, it's a different picture.

"Damn it, do you look down on me so much?!"

Nott, who was dragging his injured leg, became more and more angry. With a "bang!", he knocked the shelf blocking his side to the ground.

Anson, who was barely able to avoid it, finally noticed the kidnapped Viscount Bognar - an unconscious old gentleman, who was forced into the bottom of a shelf in the corner by the black magic detective.

In just this moment of distraction, the black magic detective had already rushed in front of him.

Anson turned sideways to avoid the dagger and used his bayonet to parry the gun butt that hit the top of his head; but the furious Nott used his still bleeding left leg to support his body and raised his knee to hit his lower abdomen.

"Boom!"

Anson, whose stomach was churning, flew backwards, knocking over two shelves one after another, and all kinds of dusty debris scattered on the floor.

Smoke and dust were everywhere.

Looking at Anson, who was clutching his abdomen and falling to the ground convulsing, the black magic detective suddenly sneered.

"Boom!"

Another kick hit Anson's chest.

"Snapped!"

The muddy navy boots stepped on Anson's wrist and he threw the revolver aside.

"boom!"

The bayonet fell to the ground and was kicked into the corner.

Anson, who was lying on the ground, was motionless, only trembling slightly.

Until the sneer Nott slowly squatted down, put away the revolver, and held the blue dagger in his left hand behind his back.

It's now!

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Anson stood up abruptly; swinging away the dagger that had been stabbed down, the five fingers of his left hand imprinted with [Sharp Wind] were brought together and stabbed at the throat of the black magic detective like a dagger.

"Snapped!"

Unexpectedly, the second before he was about to be stabbed in the throat, Nott grabbed Anson's left wrist.

"Accident?"

A smug sneer appeared on the corner of the black magic detective's mouth: "Before I end this trouble, let me tell you a little common sense: at any time, place and situation, once you decide to fight a certain black magic caster …”

"Never, ever listen to what they 'say'!"

After the words fell, Anson's surprised face revealed a look of realization:

"You can read minds?!"

"You can think so." Nott sneered, his eyes turning blood red little by little:

"Now, I guess you regret knowing nothing about me?"

As he spoke, he put the dagger against Anson's chest and his heart.

Anson, who swallowed hard and tried to stay calm, showed a trace of panic: "Don't you dare kill me. I am the lowest judge of the Truth-Seeking Order, and the Inquisition will not let you go."

"Really, but there are hundreds of rioting workers outside the door." Nott said nonchalantly.

"Someone must be able to discover the truth!"

"But there is more than one truth." Nott Conan raised the corner of his mouth triumphantly and pressed the bottom of the dagger playfully: "Even if they can detect the abnormality, how can they..."

"Click."

The dark gun muzzle pressed against the detective's heart.

When did he... Nott watched in astonishment as an extra revolver appeared in Anson's hand like a magic trick, and snorted coldly:

"Death together - is this your last trick?"

"No." Anson, lying on the ground, chuckled:

"Beat you to death and rescue Viscount Bognar. This is my trick."

"Really?" The corners of his mouth rose, and Nott's expression was slightly stiff, but still tough:

"Then you shoot. Let's see if you shoot me to death, or if you get stabbed to death by me!"

At the moment when he said "kill with one shot", Nott thrust the dagger in his left hand into Anson's chest, and then tried his best to dodge to the left.

"boom!"

Gun flames spurted out... Staring at the force coming from his chest, Anson pulled the trigger.

"puff!"

Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably. The black magic detective who let go of the dagger tightly covered his right shoulder that was pierced by the lead bullet, dragged his injured leg back two steps, staggered and sat down on the ground.

"Hehehe...hehehahaha...hahahahahaha..."

He stared at the dagger stabbed into Anson's chest and suddenly laughed, leaning forward and backward with laughter, then coughing uncontrollably, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes:

"Hahaha... I won... I killed an inquisitor! I carried out a perfect crime! No one except me knows the true meaning of this inquisitor's death..."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Nott, with wide eyes, watched Anson slowly get up from the messy ground, holding the handle of the knife inserted in his chest with his left hand.

With a slight exertion, the blue blade was pulled out from the chest.

Anson, who lowered his head, released his palm and let the dagger fall freely.

"Dangmao!"

Staring at the blue dagger on the ground, the detective's trembling eyes focused on Anson's chest, which had no trace of blood on it.

The next second, the answer was revealed.

Slowly raising his head, Anson smiled and revealed the diary pierced by a dagger under his windbreaker.

This is the advantage of keeping a journal every day!

"boom!"

Gun flames spurted out, and the dark lead bullet accurately penetrated his chest.

The shocked Nott was shocked, and blood flowed out of his mouth uncontrollably.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Aiming at the heart, the smiling Anson fired five more shots.

Nott, who was twitching all over, tightly covered his wounded chest, and blood spilled out from between his fingers; "Plop!" With a sound, he fell to his knees on the ground.

Anson stepped forward and stepped on his right hand reaching for the revolver at his waist, picked up the "dagger" that fell on the ground, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at Nott's head.

"You...ahem...you, do you think you won...huh?!"

The black magic detective kept coughing up blood, staring at Anson with unwilling eyes, still struggling with his twitching body: "You're done! There are hundreds of rioting workers outside the door. They must have heard the gunfire just now. …cough cough cough…”

"It won't be long before they rush up...ahem...then, they will find you, and the unconscious Viscount Bogner...ahem...you...what do you think they will do to you, what do you think?" Ah ha ha ha ha cough cough cough..."

He laughed unbridled, raised his head with great effort, and stared into Anson's eyes, as if he was trying his best to see the hidden fear and panic in those calm pupils.

Anson expressionlessly pulled open the hammer of the "Dagger".

Almost at the same time, there was a commotion outside the door; the cheers that had just been carnival suddenly stopped and were replaced by screams full of anger and panic.

"Master Bognar is missing!"

"Someone killed our brother and rescued Mr. Bognar!"

"Here, this damn guy actually built himself a secret door!"

"Catch him back and make him suffer!"

"Get your weapons, I just heard gunshots!"

...Confused shouts came from the other end of the secret door, and the expression on the face of Nott Conan, who was lying in a pool of blood, became increasingly proud.

Although he was in extreme despair and had not found that damn novelist for revenge—but before he died, he completed a crime that he had never dared to think of in the past.

I... Nott Conan... killed an inquisitor and a noble without leaving any evidence!

Even if Draco Vertes comes here, he won't understand the truth...

"Although I'm not the kind of villain who talks a lot, sometimes I feel that fun should be shared." Anson suddenly said:

"Mr. Nott Conan, you can start the countdown now."

Countdown?

The seriously injured and dying black magic detective had a confused expression. Anson raised his left hand:

"Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two..." Anson paused and looked behind him in confusion.

Half a minute later, an exclamation suddenly sounded from the secret passage:

"Oops! Someone come quickly, the Guards are coming!"

Anson was shocked, turned around suddenly, aimed at Nott's head and pulled the trigger.

"one!"

Readers who have read "The Wizard Comes from Afar" may know that the supporting characters in Kong Kong's book... have always had a high mortality rate, so everyone is welcome to actively play the role! If the plot is suitable, there will definitely be a chance to appear next time!