I will be crowned king

In the dimly lit red carpet hall, which was filled with a mysterious and eerie atmosphere, looking at a certain "novelist" who was avoiding her gaze, the girl's lips curved into a playful smile.

That's right, Draco Vertes, I've seen through your trick!

"About the 'train murder case' that has been making headlines in many newspapers recently." The black mage crossed his hands and rested his elbows on the armrests of the chair, making it impossible to see his expression clearly:

"...For some reasons that I cannot tell you, I did some research."

At that moment, a drop of cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the slightly excited girl.

"...the person involved was a novelist named Draco Vertes, who solved the case just through observation and communication."

Because all of this is his masterpiece... The girl began to feel short of breath, and her shining eyes stared at Anson unblinkingly, as if he would disappear with a "pop" in the next second.

"…Because the case is too bizarre and the explanation is too far-fetched, there are rumors of 'the involvement of the Old Gods'."

That's right! That's what happened. Draco Vertes was not alone, so he could quietly complete such an earth-shattering murder.

He is not alone!

"...And I am telling you now, the protagonist of this bizarre murder case, His Excellency Draco Wirts..."

Still a spell caster!

"...should have nothing to do with the Old God Sect, let alone a spell caster."

Um? !

Anson and the girl, who were on the sofa with their own thoughts, showed surprised expressions at the same time.

"Because a qualified follower of the old gods will never expose himself so easily." The gentle-tonaled black mage spoke softly, looking at all the party members present:

"And this ignorant and ignorant world often resorts to heresy, curses and magic for phenomena that they do not understand the reasons and facts."

"That's a sad prejudice."

After the words fell, the black mage sitting in the middle of the purple candlelight lowered his head slightly and said no more.

After a while, some of the party members who had been listening carefully just now were still thinking about what they had just said, some began to discuss something quietly with the people around them, and some simply got up and left the meeting, alone or in small groups. Walk towards the more remote seats and cloakroom.

After the three questions are over, does this count as rest time... Silently observing the surroundings, Ansen secretly thought in his heart.

This also means that if he wants to continue this drama and find a way to get more information, he must "trade" with the girl next to him.

But I really don’t know what the deal is between her and that chatty talker!

What to do, do you want to blow yourself up? Or find a way to get through it?

Feeling the increasingly "passionate" gazes beside him, Anson found it increasingly difficult to remain calm.

In fact, when things got to this point, he had almost all the information he needed, and he even roughly figured out the identity of the girl beside him: she had a deal with Draco Vertes, was not afraid of the Guards, and at the same time did not belong to the Privy Council.

In the entire Kingdom of Clovis, there are only two forces that can meet the latter two at the same time - the church and the royal family!

No wonder that chatterbox dared to fight against the Guards alone. It turned out that he had already found a way out!

As for the purpose of this girl coming here... Since even the Guards have discovered the existence of the Black Mage and the Old God Sect, it is only a matter of time before the other forces in Clovis City become aware of it.

So...are you going to reveal your identity and tell the other person that you are not actually Draco?

She has almost ruined her family fortune. At this time, it seems inappropriate to tell the other person, "Sorry, you have found the wrong person"...

And in his current state, it was absolutely impossible to escape from under her nose.

what to do?

At this moment, a figure in a blue robe passed by Anson and casually left a folded note on the snack rack in front of him.

It wasn't until the other party left that Anson noticed that it was almost filled with notes of all sizes.

Anson raised his eyebrows and picked out a picture, and a line of scrawled essay came into his sight:

"For clues about dark magic, if you are interested, please go to the sofa in the second row from the left."

I see, this is the so-called "rest time", isn't it... Anson suddenly realized.

This "secret club" not only has an authoritative black mage to explain their knowledge, but also allows members to communicate privately... Is that why it is necessary to turn off the lights and wear clothes or masks to hide your identity?

If that's the case, can I also get some information about the spell caster or even a spell book from it?

Anson's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to open the second and third notes:

"Mortgage precious family heirloom collection for five gold coins;"

"Second-hand apartment transfer, interested parties please come to the cloakroom for an interview at 7:20;"

"Buy anonymous tickets, horse-drawn carriages and other means of transportation on our behalf, handle all kinds of urgent needs certificates, provide comprehensive services and reasonable prices."

…

Do you think this club is too high-end?

Looking through the note in his hand that looked like a small advertisement on the street, Anson felt a little confused.

After almost half a minute, he finally found one from under a bunch of small advertisements that looked pretty reliable:

"The magic book [Sharp Wind] is on sale for two gold coins. If you are interested, please enter the cloakroom on the left at seven-thirty."

While Anson was still rummaging through the pile of notes, the anxious girl on the side began to look at him frequently from the corner of her eyes.

What on earth is this guy doing... Even Angelica was bribed, proving that this is not his first time here, but he still pretends to be a newcomer, rummaging through those useless notes... Is this also his disguise? part of? Alas, he is such an overly cautious guy...

Taking a sip of coffee, the girl who "sees through everything" showed a slightly proud smile on her lips, and began to observe the "novelist"'s acting skills more carefully.

He seemed to have found a deal he was interested in... He was looking up and looking around, and he didn't forget to fold the remaining notes and put them back... The disguise was good, and it fit the image of a newcomer coming here for the first time. , even such small details are not missed. People who come often will not notice these at all... huh?

Just when the girl was in a trance, Anson, who was curled up at the other end of the sofa, suddenly folded a piece of paper, placed it gently between the two of them, and then quickly stood up and left.

The girl quickly picked up the note and spread it out in front of her face with the coffee cup in her hand:

"Seven forty, trade in the cloakroom on the left."

The girl's eyes lit up!

So that's it... Pretending to be a newcomer here for the first time, quietly avoiding the attention of others, and then completing the transaction at the link that least attracts others' attention... Not forgetting to hide his identity in such a secret gathering...

Draco Vertes, no wonder you were able to slip away from the Guards!

She turned her head suddenly and glanced quickly behind her; the "novelist" standing in the shadow opened the door, looked back and nodded slightly to herself, and walked into the cloakroom quietly.