I will be crowned king

The battle was over quicker than Anson had planned.

After the last unlucky guy was shot in the head by the girl, her remaining two guards also ended the battle neatly; one of them was shot in the left arm, and the right hand holding the gun was always covering his sleeve that was soaked in blood; The other one couldn't see any injuries, but his face was a little pale, showing exhaustion and weakness.

They stood a few meters away, pistols hanging on the sides of their thighs, pretending to be on patrol, but always keeping their sights within the range of the girl and Anson.

Anson was very sure that as long as he got even remotely close to or "threatened" this young lady who was "somewhat familiar" to him, they would decisively sieve him.

Well, although he has roughly guessed the identity of this girl, it is not important now.

"You didn't kill him?"

Looking at the hook-nosed officer tied into a rice dumpling on the ground, the girl's eyes revealed some surprise.

Anson nodded slightly, ignored the pistol she pointed at him, and put his hands in his pockets: "He can't die."

"Why?"

"Because this is an inner city, and it's outside the gate of St. Isaac's College." Anson explained patiently:

"No one is there at this time, which means there will be no one later. There is no way to hide the death of seven or eight Guardsmen in a place like this. If there is not even a single witness, and it will be on the headlines tomorrow, the Guardsmen will be dead." I can justifiably arrest people!"

This is of course one of the reasons, and the other reason is that Anson doesn't know whether the other party's ambush was arbitrary, or whether the Guards really discovered the "real culprit" of the train murder.

Although he didn't leave any clues on the Iron Sky, things could happen.

"No, that's not what I'm asking." The vigilant girl changed the topic and showed no signs of putting down the revolver in her hand:

"I mean, why would the Guards ambush you here?"

"Tell me the answer, otherwise I will hand you over to the Knights of Judgment immediately."

"His Excellency Anson Bach!"

Click.

The cold-faced girl lost all her "innocence" at this moment, and her right hand holding the revolver tightly clicked the hammer.

She really heard it just now...

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at him, Anson nodded and answered very seriously: "Are you going to listen to the details or the summary?"

"Keep it simple, we don't have much time."

Although she was still vigilant, the girl's tone was a bit softer - it was indeed difficult to have much hostility towards a guy who was so cooperative from beginning to end, and even saved her life to some extent.

Even though he is a cunning liar.

In the next few minutes, Anson roughly repeated the answer he had compiled before. The content was roughly the same as the answer when the Guards came to interrogate him, and at the same time, he slightly added some follow-up content.

The girl's expression also changed from indifference at first, to anger, and finally to shock and disbelief.

"...So they're so eager to catch you just because you and Draco Vertes were in the same box?"

"Except for this, I really can't think of any other reason." Anson shrugged and replied very calmly:

"They seemed to have determined that the novelist was related to the train murder case, and then also determined that he and I were on the same team. Although I explained it to them clearly, it didn't seem to have any effect."

"The Ring of Order is above. Why do I, an officer who just graduated from the military academy, have to cause trouble with the Guards together with the novelist I met for the first time?!"

Anson, who became more and more excited as he spoke, showed a very incomprehensible expression on his face, and at the same time, he looked at the expression on the other person's face without leaving any trace.

The girl's expression suddenly changed... Although it was unbelievable, there really wasn't any flaw in her expression.

"Since you are just a 'freshly graduated officer', why are you here?"

"Where did it appear?" Anson asked with a serious expression:

"St. Isaac's College, or a secret society gathering of black mages?"

"Answer both." The girl said seriously.

"No problem." Anson shrugged: "The answer is the same anyway."

"Then why split it into two questions?"

"Because I want to prevent you from asking twice." Anson said matter-of-factly:

"You said we don't have much time."

"……continue."

The girl suddenly smiled sweetly, and the change in her tone of voice perfectly demonstrated what "gnashing teeth" meant.

"Before entering the Royal Military Academy, I was also a student at St. Isaac's College and was very interested in history." Anson pretended not to see the other person's expression and said to himself:

“Almost just over a month ago, my professor at the college sent me a letter telling me that there would be a small history seminar at St. Isaac’s College recently. If you have time, you might as well attend it. "

"Later, when I returned to the Royal Capital, I bumped into this professor again when I went to the Military Academy to collect my diploma. We chatted for a while, and he gave me the exact address and time of the party."

"I think I have nothing to do anyway, so I might as well come over."

"Professor..." The girl frowned slightly, as if she had thought of something: "Do you know his name?"

"Of course." Anson said very sincerely: "His name is Mace Honnard, and he is a history professor at St. Isaac's College. If you still don't believe it, you can ask Professor Erich at the Military Academy. That day It was in his office that I met the professor by chance.”

"So you didn't know that it was a secret gathering of the old god sect, but you were just bewitched by that professor?!"

"Of course I don't know! As a gifted person who has inherited the power of blood and a graduate of the military academy, why do I go to such a secret gathering and become an old god sect?!"

"Then, when I asked you, why did you pretend to be Draco Vertes and run away midway?"

"Of course I'm going to run away!" Anson looked at her matter-of-factly:

"I accidentally ran into a party of the Old Gods, and I also met a guy who regarded me as a suspect in the train murder case - if it were you, would you continue to stay there?!"

The girl fell silent.

She had to admit that the other party's explanation was perfect, with almost no obvious loopholes found. At the same time, although there was only a brief contact, the guy in front of her did not look like a bad person.

A young officer who was implicated and "accidentally" appeared at a gathering of the Old Gods due to the bewitchment of others... there seemed to be nothing to be suspicious of.

but……

"I still can't let you go." The girl hesitated a little, but she slowly lowered the revolver she raised in her hand:

"Not only because of your suspicious identity, but also if the Guards know what happened tonight, they will not let you go - come with me, I will take you to a safe enough place and find a Someone wiser than me will decide what to do with you.”

"But don't worry, I swear on my own honor that no one can do anything to you unless there is conclusive evidence that you are an Old God sect."

Anson nodded to express his cooperation:

"Can I ask, by the way, where is this taking me?"