I Will Be The Crowned King

The gloomy city of Clovis was once again shrouded in dark clouds and snow on Tuesday.

The winter of the 100th year of the saints seems to be worse than the memory of "the former Anson": the intermittent sunny weather, the persistent fog and the stench that permeates it, the whole city is getting worse and worse. It was getting cold and damp, and it smelled like a stinky rag that could never be wrung out.

But all this can't stop Anson's good mood at this moment.

Sitting by the warm fireplace, Anson leisurely flipped through the book of "Conjuration and Magic Research", and took notes in his diary, making up all the debts he owed a few days ago.

After getting the graduation certificate and allowance certificate, he just needs to stay at home and wait quietly for a "loyal and loyal" clerk to do the preparatory work for the storm group, as well as the official allowance and budget for him. Just come down.

I have to say that the "textbook" recommended by Professor Mace Hornard is really good. The content is detailed, rich and compact, practical, and there are a lot of reference cases and detailed magic tutorials. newcomer.

As a new "primary tutorial" for conjurers, it first explained a certain misunderstanding of Anson's understanding, that is, the range that conjuration can "tamper with reality" is indeed 20 meters within a radius of itself. within.

But this does not refer to the range in the true sense, it is closer to the concept of "space allowed to be tampered with" - in other words, you can increase the casting distance by modifying the shape of the "casting space"!

But now it doesn't make much sense for him to know... According to the notes, this is the content of the "third stage".

An Sen, who is still on the threshold of the second stage, still has to repeat the boring contact step by step, and skillfully apply the basic operations of incantation.

"Anson looks so happy."

A young voice sounded behind him, full of slow curiosity and asked, "Did something good happen recently?"

An Sen, who was slightly stunned, stopped the pen in his hand, looked back with a leisurely chuckle, and looked at Lisa, who was sitting behind him with his calf in his arms:

"Yeah, because I have good news for Lisa."

"good news?"

"Well, do you remember what I mentioned to you some time ago, when I was in school?"

"Remember."

Lisa nodded, grinning happily: "How can I forget, that's the first time Anson talks about his past!"

An Sen's expression froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

Although he has successfully inherited the memory of "former Anson", in order to avoid possible gangs, Anson rarely mentions "the past" to outsiders or in public unless necessary.

Even in order to instill in Lisa the concept of "going to school", he occasionally mentioned it at the dinner table a few times, and he almost confuses "ex Anson" with his "previous life" experience at school; A little girl with no social common sense might be able to detect something wrong with a little maid.

"In that case, does Lisa want to try and go to school?" Anson immediately returned to the topic:

"As it happens, when I was out recently, I found that there are two schools that have just started on Champagne Street nearby. If you want to try it, you can now..."

"I don't want to." Lisa grinned the most.

Um?

An Sen, who was almost stunned, blurted out, "Why?"

This, this is different from what I thought!

When I chatted with her about her schooling experience, wasn't she curious and excited at the time?

"Because Lisa is Anson's skirmisher captain." Lisa, who stared wide-eyed, said in a well-deserved tone:

"If Lisa goes to school, she will stay in that place for a long time. From day to night, there is no way to continue protecting Anson, right?"

When the voice fell, Lisa's expression suddenly became a little strange, and the tears in the dilated pupils gathered at a speed visible to the naked eye:

"Anson... Is he trying to drive Lisa away?"

Um? !

An Sen, who was shocked, didn't have time to think about it, and quickly retorted: "No, absolutely not!"

"Is it because Lisa is not a good girl, so Anson doesn't want Lisa to stay?!"

"No!" Anson suddenly felt a headache, and said in a hurry to comfort: "I definitely don't mean this, Lisa is a good girl!"

"Yes?!"

"Yes! It must be, it must be!" Anson added quickly, with the right hand drawing the ring of order back and forth in front of him: "I swear to God!"

"Swear?" The aggrieved girl looked at him blankly.

"Swear!" Anson nodded vigorously: "Lisa is a good girl, I will never force you to do things you don't want to do, and I will never take the initiative to drive you away... These are all true, I swear. "

"If I lie, then let... uh..." An Sen thought about it seriously, besides being exposed, what else would he be afraid of: "Let me meet the person I least want to meet right now as soon as I go out— -Is this ok?"

The little girl who pursed her lips tightly and cried brightly, with a little bit of panic and helplessness in her tears, curled up her body. Nod silently.

Anson breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't expect Lisa to be so touched by this kind of thing. It seems that for a long time in the future, Mrs. Bogner will continue to instill those dross thoughts in her...

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Just then, there was a sudden and very hard knock on the door.

A bit confused, Anson patted Lisa's little head, and while guessing who would come to him at this time, he walked to the door and cautiously held the door handle.

"Click."

Pushing open the door, the person Anson didn't want to see the most right now stood in front of him.

"Uh...Miss Sophia?"

Looking at the girl in front of her who was wearing a black double-breasted dress with her hair up and wearing a top hat, looking like a young gentleman, Anson's brows couldn't help jumping.

But it must be admitted that this menswear suits her very well, and it looks absolutely tailor-made at first glance; it is not only well-proportioned but also close-fitting, showing the curves that a mature girl should have...

"Do you have time now?" The girl said without hesitation, with a little urgency in her eyes: "Follow me, I need you to do something for me."

"This..." Thinking of Lisa, Anson looked behind him with some embarrassment: "It's a bit..."

Anson, who turned his head, was stunned, and Lisa was no longer in front of the fireplace.

"What is this?"

The frowning girl looked at An Sen who was still hesitating, and impatiently grabbed his sleeve and dragged him out the door: "Forget it... there's no time, I'll explain it later!"

"Oh, wait!"

When Anson, who was in a hurry, was dragged out by Sophia, a dark brown four-wheeled carriage was parked outside the door of 55 Boleman Street.

The girl who didn't explain much directly stepped forward and knocked on the car door. She pushed An Sen, who hadn't figured out what happened, into the carriage, stood outside the carriage, looked around vigilantly, and then boarded the carriage.

The little maid in a light blue pleated skirt, wearing a veil and specially put on a black wig was sitting anxiously in the carriage and waiting until she saw the two entering the carriage one after the other, she was relieved and closed it gently. the door.

"Angelica, I really ask you this time."

Sophia clenched the hands of the little maid tightly and swore to the other party: "Two hours, as long as you are not found within two hours; trust me, I will rush back as soon as possible!"

"Um……"

The little maid, who pursed her lips tightly, groaned bitterly and nodded her head in embarrassment: "Although Angelica wanted to say, 'This is what everyone should do', but this time..."

"This time it will be all right!" The girl swore and glanced at An Sen opposite: "Last time it was because of a 'liar' that there was a little accident, this time it won't be. !"

"Hopefully... the ring of order will protect you." The little maid sighed and bowed slightly to An Sen, who was beside him in confusion:

"I'll leave everything to you, Your Excellency Anson Bach; please... don't let the lady have an accident!"

After he finished speaking, the little maid also pushed the door and left the carriage without waiting for him to speak, and walked towards another rental carriage across the street.

In the dim car, Anson and Sophia were left, looking at each other face to face without saying a word.

"Cough...then what..." The "liar" with a slightly embarrassed expression took the lead in breaking the silence:

"what happened?"

Sophia, with a dignified expression, did not answer him, but threw her hand out and handed over a copy of the Clovis Fact Sheet, then hugged her shoulders and watched the pedestrians outside the carriage vigilantly.

An Sen, who opened the newspaper, immediately swept to the position where the girl's index finger had just been caught, and a vertical bold font came into his sight - "The Great Detective Yasen":

"...My friend Yasen and I met for the first time in a private carriage to Xiaolong City; he took his young and beautiful wife and was about to spend a wonderful honeymoon in the city of the Imperial Emperor..."

"...he was a very observant and very talkative Cloviser, and he soon saw that I was not a robber, and was just trying to get a car and a good dinner; but in order to take care of my face and my poor dignity, He didn't expose it directly, but instead chatted with me about the bizarre murder he happened to encounter during a trip to the Clovis Kingdom..."

Well, roughly the beginning of a second-rate detective that would appear in Clovis Facts, what a fuss.

But if that's the case, the archbishop's own daughter wouldn't be surprised at this level. There should be something more critical... An Sen, who has read it completely, subconsciously moves his eyes to the end. .

The next second, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"name!"

Sophia with a dignified expression suddenly said, "The author of this story is Draco Wilters!"

"This guy finally showed up!"

That talker? !

Anson's mind immediately came to a certain red-haired home, with a hint of consternation in his expression.

According to what he knows about Draco, this guy will never fail to understand that this is the most dangerous time for him; the guards who have been destroyed by the "carjacking plan" and have stolen important secrets are arresting all over the city People, even "innocent passers-by" like themselves who can only be involved, would rather kill their mistakes than let them go.

Suddenly jumping out at such a time, publishing his own in the newspaper with great fanfare... What does he want to do?

Smoke bombs that attract the attention of the Guards?

Anson didn't understand it at all, or from the beginning of his cooperation with him, he couldn't understand the structure of this talkative brain circuit.

"This is the first edition of this morning's paper, brought directly to Franz's house by the postman on horseback."

Sophia on the opposite side didn't notice the expression on Anson's face at all, and was completely immersed in the thrill of finding clues: "The guards should have just received the news now, as long as we set off immediately, we can get ahead of them. Find Draco's whereabouts from the newspaper!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, absolutely not to be missed!"

Looking at the excited girl, An Sen, who probably guessed her intention to come today, hesitated, chuckled and lowered his eyes, hiding what he wanted to say in his heart.

She underestimated the Guards too much.

Although the performance of the Guards has been very poor recently, and they cannot even do the basic work of maintaining law and order, this does not mean that they have really degenerated to the level of the levy; on the contrary, they realize that they are in life and death. The Guards at the juncture still have a very high degree of organization!

Anson is basically certain that the Guards should have taken control of the newspaper office now and have looted all possible evidence; he and Sophia, who have been "concealing their identities" with great fanfare in the past, can only be at best in vain.

"Although I have full confidence that I can find the clues in the shortest time, but..." The girl pressed the brim of her hat, and said somewhat unconvinced:

"I have to admit that this society still has a lot of prejudice against women; in case of some unexpected situation, someone will still need to solve the problem for me."

"So Your Excellency Anson Bach, your task is to solve those unnecessary troubles for me before I find clues; in return, I can shorten the time for you to release the budget of the Storm Corps, and let go of our previous minor conflicts, is it okay?"

Sophia snorted softly, hugged her shoulders and glanced out the window again.

"of course can."

Anson nodded with a chuckle, and deliberately followed the other party's words and said, "Dear Miss Sophia Franz is willing to give me this opportunity to atone for my sins. I am so grateful that I can't repay it!"

Anyway, listen to the other party's tone~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This troublesome trip will only take two hours at most... Well, by the way, I can also go to Old William Cafe to buy a cake to make Lisa a little happy.

"So...what are we waiting for?"

The smiling Anson pointed to the motionless scenery outside the window—from the time he got in the carriage to the present, the carriage remained motionless from beginning to end.

"It's up to me to ask this." Sophia, with her arms on her chest, glanced at him: "Why are you still sitting here?"

"..." Anson was stunned, blinked his eyes and thought for a second, then tentatively asked, "Did you not bring a coachman, and you can't drive a carriage?"

"Of course... Angelica brought me here, what's the problem?"

"Oh, nothing, I just wanted to tell you a secret."

"What secret?"

"Actually neither will I."

"..." Sophia.