I will be crowned king

Looking at the figure that fell to the ground and the strange looks from around him, Cole Dorian's smile showed a hint of pride.

And it was this smile that appeared inadvertently that, in the eyes of John, a worker in the outer city, was like the ferocious smile of a giant dragon!

According to the rumors spread by word of mouth, the status of the Holy See Tribunal is not only comparable to that of the soul summoners in hell, but is at least as high as executioners. As long as anyone is involved with them, a painless death is already the most important thing. Happy knot...

"Snapped!"

As if he suddenly remembered something, the blushing John suddenly covered his neck, his body began to shake uncontrollably like chaff, and various revolving doors began to appear in his mind.

The boring life of cows and horses in the factory, being dependent on Little John, getting drunk with the co-workers in the pub, being obedient to the foreman and gangsters... It seems that there is only misery in his life.

Endless work, low-quality alcohol that is bitter and thin, cold and dry bread and the same potato and cabbage soup, and being at a loss when facing difficulties...

But at least before he died, he still tasted a little bit of happiness. John, who pinched his neck and blushed, thought so reassuringly that he closed his eyes with a smile, waiting for the world to say goodbye to him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Hey, I said, get up soon." The lazy words rang in his ears, so that John mistakenly thought that he had ascended to heaven.

When he opened his eyes, he was still greeted by the warm atmosphere of the cafe, the confused eyes of the surrounding customers and waiters, and the smile of the creepy inquisitor.

"I, I, I, I..."

"You, you, you...unfortunately, you are not dead yet." Cole smiled very happily: "Ah...and you don't pretend to be anything like it, otherwise we can extort money for a meal in this cafe!"

He sighed with emotion, not sure whether it was a joke or a genuine regret.

But in John's ears it was an extremely clear signal: "You...don't plan to kill me?!"

He kept his voice very low, trying hard to hide the attention his exaggerated expression had attracted, and still put his right hand on his neck - as if this could make others believe that he did it for a reason and not as some kind of performance art.

"Yes, what else?" Cole rolled his eyes: "I don't know how many times I have explained this problem. The last time I mentioned this matter was... uh, I can't remember clearly, it was the last time anyway! "

"In short! Please don't think of the Inquisitor as a human-skin demon who enjoys eating people. To a certain extent, we are just workers who take a salary to support ourselves and our families. It's just that the risk of the work is higher, and of course the salary is also much higher. "

"Other than that, do you think this job is special? No! In 90% of cases, what we do is no different from that of factory gatekeepers, and we have to endure the strange looks from the world. Just in case If my family isn’t in this business, then it’s even more... ah!”

Cole suddenly realized: "I remember, I talked about this with that guy last time!"

"Who?" John, who was still in shock, said subconsciously.

"A guy who always talks about 'plans' and has ten thousand ideas in his head... Ahem, this has nothing to do with you."

The chief judge, realizing that he had lost his temper, quickly became serious: "Sir John, I have only one request for you, and that is to cooperate 100% with my work and tell me all the information related to the 'Whispers', and then starting from today Don’t leave the inner city again.”

"If you think of something, or if you are being chased, come back to this cafe as soon as possible." Cole knocked on the table: "I can make sure that you and Little John are safe and sound, but only on the condition that you can only stay here."

"Yes, the Inquisitor is not a monster, and he is definitely not omnipotent. If you run to the outer city again, or if you are targeted and still make your own decisions, my colleagues and I will not be able to provide you with any safety guarantee. Yes, do you understand?"

"Ming, understand!"

John twitched his throat: "That...about intelligence..."

"There's no need to be too anxious about this. You're still very confused right now, and you haven't completely gotten over the shadows of the past and worries about Little John."

Cole waved his hand and interrupted the other party directly: "We will talk in detail after you have lived here for a while and settled in."

"During this period, I will find you a job. You can go or not, and you can work for as long as you want, but don't do anything that could easily arouse suspicion and vigilance from people around you."

"I will pay you monthly living expenses on time until our mutual 'friend' completely says goodbye to this world." With his fingers crossed, Cole held his chin and came closer to John:

"I wonder if I made it clear, Sir John?"

"Clear, clear!" John nodded like a fool: "I, I will try my best to do a good job."

"In that case, go back quickly. Little John should have been waiting for you at home for a long time."

Cole raised his hand and made a "please" gesture: "There is a cherry cake over the counter. Take it away to Little John. The patient needs to eat something good that can make him feel happy."

This time, John didn't say anything. He silently walked to the counter, took the heavy cake from the flattering waiter, carefully hid it under his coat, and paused in front of the door for a long time before opening the door and leaving.

He looked cautious and cautious, as if he was holding an indescribable priceless treasure in his arms.

"What a good father." The chief judge shook his head with emotion:

"But fortunately he is a good father, otherwise it would not be so easy for us to succeed - ordinary workers in the outer city, or ordinary workers who have connections with gangsters, mostly help single men. It is easy to bribe them, but it is too difficult to really want them to be obedient. Difficult."

"Yes, so in this world, honest people will always be easily hurt, and despicable people who have no offline will laugh wildly."

The "waitress" on the side took off the red bow tie on her collar and said to us expressionlessly: "Poor John, if he could be a little bolder or show a sufficiently flexible moral standard, he would definitely earn more than he does now. .”

"After all, our Chief Inquisitor has been busy for two months, and he is the only clue. Even for the sake of face, we must keep it at all costs."

"The last sentence is redundant!" Cole coughed angrily:

"It would be better to say that it is precisely because we have discovered his non-greedy and kind nature that we have listed John as the most important breakthrough target - with any luck, we will be done by the end of this month!"

"I doubt it. We seem to have quite a lot of things going on this month, and by comparison, arresting 'Whisper' is already the least important thing."

The expressionless "waitress" tugged on her collar, revealing the metal iron ring around her neck: "A small gang leader, even a member of the Old Gods, may not be able to satisfy the Inquisition."

"But he and the clues behind him are really important!" Cole's eyes widened: "With any luck, we might be able to follow the clues and catch the tail of a large old god organization!"

"As far as I know, this is not supported by any strong evidence, and there are very few people who agree...or none, it is just your personal opinion."

"Isn't the opinion of a chief judge enough to attract attention?!" Cole's eyes widened:

"Don't forget, he was the only Old God sect member to escape from our siege in the previous factory incident. The danger is enough for us to make a big splash!"

"...You're right, I agree with your point of view."

After a few seconds of silence as if speechless, the "waitress"'s expression suddenly turned serious: "But the premise is that he is the only Old God sect that has escaped from us in the past two years."

"As far as I know, there is still a fugitive named William Gottfried who has not been heard from yet, and it was only when a certain chief inquisitor personally led a team to arrest him..."

"Judge Sera Vergil, I think there is a big problem with your style." Cole's expression finally became a little unbearable:

"You repeatedly contradict your boss. Don't you think this behavior is excessive?"

"No, no, it's just too much - I thought you were used to this way of communication." The female judge still looked at him without sadness or joy:

"If my flattering attitude has hurt your fragile and sensitive heart, please accept the most sincere apology from your subordinates."

As she spoke, she lifted up the hems of her clothes and bowed like a girl dressed up for a ball.

"Okay, okay, I forgive you, stop it!"

Cole, who was "shocked", trembled all over, covered his face and waved his hands repeatedly: "There are others, please do whatever you need to do, don't just sit there in a daze!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the customers and waiters in the cafe who turned a blind eye to the two of them took off their disguises, put on leather windbreakers similar to Cole's, and dispersed.

The two people who still stayed in the same place looked at each other, one refused to lower his head, and the other ignored it completely.

"I agree that 'whispers' may be important..."

"It is very important!" Cole emphasized: "This may be the most important achievement of our truth-seeking cultivator in the past year!"

"...I agree that Whisper may be a...'very important' target, but we may not have enough time to arrest him right now."

Sera said coldly: "The order from Clovis Cathedral will come at any time, telling us to keep an eye on someone's whereabouts. By then you won't have that much time or manpower to do this."

"What does it matter? I will send three people to take turns watching... wait!" Cole suddenly raised his eyebrows:

"Could the 'someone' you mentioned be..."

"That's right." Sera, who was holding her shoulders, nodded slightly:

"He is back."

……………………

"when?!"

Sophia Franz suddenly turned away from the dressing table, like a wild rose blooming in full bloom, which made people both happy and frightened.

"This, this..." The little maid Angelica glanced at the lipstick that had been knocked to the ground. She felt distressed and clenched the newspaper hidden behind her tightly:

"I only know that they came back on the Nova steam train, but the specific time is..."

"The specific time should be in the train schedule at the station... Ah, that's right, the timetable is no longer as accurate as it used to be." The girl suddenly fell into thinking: "If the time is accurate, you need to know the specific day they set off. It’s really hard to define.”

Due to the previous jihad, Clovis used a large number of steam trains to deploy supplies from all directions, but in the end the transportation capacity was still insufficient. In order to make up for the gap, the Railway Commission could only order that the speed of each train be increased without limit and use the maximum capacity to supply Fuel and various supplies were replenished, and even the exciting slogan "for every minute the train goes faster, one hour's salary will be subsidized to the conductors of the entire train".

But after all, the steam train is neither a horse nor a ship. It has to travel along the established rails, and the speed is not a matter of one train. Therefore, this helpless method not only fails to improve efficiency, but also disrupts the original normality of the railway. operation, causing considerable chaos and trouble, and it has not been fully restored until now.

"But... why is it so fast? No matter how efficient it is, at this time... the Storm Legion should have just arrived at North Port." Sophia temporarily changed her words:

"And the entire legion arrived at Clovis City at the same time...Did something happen?"

"Angelica doesn't know about this."

The little maid lowered her head: "I heard from other people that it seems to be related to the Ministry of War... Because of the Holy War and the Ice Dragon Fjord, the Storm Legion and Mr. Anson Bach seem to be accused of rebellion..."

"He is a traitor!"

When she mentioned this, Sophia immediately lost her temper. She finally became the Governor of Ice Dragon Fjord—although it was only an honorary governor in name—but in less than a year, the territory was allowed to become independent by this bastard without permission. Incorporated into the Free Confederacy!

If the Cecil family who came to contact had not repeatedly promised that the New World Company would retain the original shares for the Franz family, the girl would have even wished to take a boat to Beluga Port and personally command the siege!

"Wait a minute, you said that the Ministry of War accused the Storm Legion of being suspected of rebellion?" The angry girl suddenly reacted: "For such a serious accusation without evidence, the Ministry of War made it so low-key and did not arouse the Privy Council's doubts. They are How?"

"Hey, miss, how do you know there is no evidence?"

"No need to ask - if there is evidence, it is not an accusation!"

Sophia's eyebrows were raised, and her eyes suddenly became much sharper: "Angelica, please prepare immediately. I will enter the palace to see His Majesty immediately - he must have known about this for a long time. As the Governor of Ice Dragon Fjord, no matter what No matter what, I have to protest against this barbaric behavior of the War Department!"

"Yes!" The little maid immediately nodded excitedly: "Are you going to save Mr. Anson Bach?"

"That shameless bastard, let him stay in the cell until he dies!" Sophia snorted coldly:

"But the Storm Legion is my important property. Even if I have to be punished, it's really unreasonable for a bastard from the Army Department to get involved!"