I Will Be The Crowned King

After switching to a rental carriage and finding an old coachman who claimed to know the road at double the price, the two of them finally hit the road after dawdling for nearly ten minutes.

The old coachman with narrowed eyes was completely worthy of the price they paid. The seemingly cumbersome four-wheeled carriage moved left and right on the crowded street at twice the speed of its peers around it, shuttling endlessly; Ansen felt that thanks to the security of the guards Bad, and the traffic laws of this era are not perfect.

With the ups and downs of the carriage, they quickly left the bustling and crowded White Lake Park and went straight to the Old Wall Street where the "Clowe Truth" is located.

In the much simpler carriage than before, An Sen, who was sitting on a wooden chair, looked across from him without saying a word, always paying attention to the girl outside the window; that little expression of nervousness and excitement never left her face for a moment. .

"Can I ask a question?"

Looking at Sophia, who seemed to be awakened by himself, Anson pretended to ask casually, "Why... why did the Church of Order have to catch Draco Wilters, a mere home?"

This is one of Anson's most perplexing questions.

That's right, this talker is definitely not an ordinary person, and he holds the life-and-death information of the Guards in his hands... But what does this have to do with the Church of Order or the Franz family?

There are historical grievances and grievances between the Church of Order and the Army, but there is no fundamental conflict of interests; with the power of the Church, even if Draco really has some important "black material" in his hands, it doesn't matter, it's not worth the archbishop's daughter at all. To run around.

At first, Anson thought that Draco was also a member of the church, but judging from the reaction of Archbishop Luther later, the two sides may have met at most once, and there is no sign of cooperation at all.

So why exactly?

"Draco Wilts...he's not a 'home' to describe him."

Looking at the scenery outside the car window, Sophia said coldly, "Do you know about the 'North Harbor Rebellion' incident in the 95th year of the saint's calendar, Your Excellency Anson Bach?"

"I heard a little." An Sen nodded, and found the memory of "former Anson" in his mind:

"I was still at the Wang Family Military Academy that year, and I know more about it."

In the ninety-fifth year of the saint's calendar, the North Harbor, the largest coastal city in Clovis, where the Royal Fleet was stationed, a small group of sailors who were dissatisfied with their superiors and treatment started a rebellion under the instigation of some members of the city council, and took control of two warships. , in an attempt to make Northport independent from the Kingdom of Clovis.

The mutiny happened very suddenly, and the night market council, city defense and port were occupied by the rebels; the Privy Council, which learned the news four days later, immediately ordered the rebellion and tried to block the news, but unfortunately failed.

On the second day after the arrival of the counter-insurgency army, the fleets of the empire and the three North Sea countries that took advantage of the fire arrived at the outer sea of ​​Beigang at the same time, and quickly formed an alliance to threaten the Kingdom of Clovis by supporting the independence of Beigang.

The two sides faced off at sea and on land for two whole months, during which each other had attacked the city several times; in the end, the representatives of the citizens who could not bear the blockade in the city and the Church of Order mediated, and the two sides ended in a barely endurable ending.

A war that might have changed the northern pattern of the world ended hastily.

"Those... are just the surface." Slowly withdrawing her gaze from the window, Sophia said lightly:

"Draco Wilts was in that city during that chaotic summer of Saint Ninety-Five."

Anson frowned.

"I don't know how he did it, but according to the Church of Order's record of the 'North Harbor Rebellion' incident, Draco pulled together a group of nobles and wealthy businessmen who were reluctant to rebel and formed the so-called 'Peace Faction' , saved the vast majority of the naval officers who were involved in the rebellion, and prevented the rebels' attempt to burn the Royal Fleet."

"Later, he persuaded the Beigang Church, which was originally neutral, to let the bishop use his status to take him out of the city—that's why the church has records about him."

Anson nodded, he seemed familiar with this bridge.

"But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he didn't take the opportunity to escape, even though there have been countless opportunities like this." At this moment, Sophia's eyes suddenly became bright and deep, and the corners of her slightly raised mouth were indescribable. A little interest:

"He took advantage of the church's mediation on the surface to meet privately with the top commanders of the empire and the Clovis Kingdom, and made them believe that once the North Port becomes independent, the only beneficiaries are the three North Sea countries; the Clovis Kingdom, which lost its only sea outlet Will be desperate to attack south."

"The kingdom may be successful, or its vitality may be severely damaged, but the empire will definitely pay an unbearable price to prevent Clovis' expansion; the battle between the old and new powers in the ordered world will result in the rise of a powerful North Sea Alliance."

"This is the truth that hides in the shadows and saves Beigang from the ravages of war... Hundreds of thousands of Beigang people don't even know the name of the person who really saved their lives."

Looking at the silent Anson, Sophia, who was leaning against the back of the chair, raised her head slightly, and pretended to understate: "Do you understand, Your Excellency Anson Bach?"

"Draco Wilters, this man is not so simple - he is a humble, but always a key figure in the eye of the storm; he uses a special skill to make people listen to him;"

"Every time he appears, it almost means that something big is going to happen somewhere; it means that some forces are about to break the balance and come out of the shadows;"

"Such a character, do you think the Church, which is committed to maintaining the balance of the world, really turns a blind eye? Hehehe... Then you underestimate the Church and the Franz Family too much!"

With a proud snort, Sophia, who stretched her brows, looked out the window again.

After listening to the whole story, An Sen frowned and thought for a while.

After more than ten seconds, he sighed, his eyes were a little complicated, and he turned to the girl in front of him, and said tentatively:

"so…"

"...You admire him very much?"

Geek!

The fast-moving carriage passed a bumpy street, and the two people in the carriage couldn't help but tremble.

"Worship... hum, boring speculation!"

Sophia's expression changed slightly with her arms on her chest, and then she sneered, as if she heard some funny joke:

"If I say I appreciate it, I won't deny it. After all, people like this who have the ability to stop wars should not be buried in second-rate popular newspapers."

"As the eldest daughter of the Franz family, I have the responsibility to select outstanding talents for the family, and by the way, give a liar a chance to make up for his faults, that's all; you...get it?"

As the eldest daughter of the Franz family, can you repeat what you just said without looking out the window into my eyes?

Looking at the girl who deliberately avoided his sight, An Sen, who was complaining in his heart, desperately suppressed the urge to raise the corners of his mouth, and nodded his head in a serious manner: "Understood."

Sophia, who got the answer, let out a long sigh of relief quietly, and raised the lead that was a little too tight, so that her neck and chest could be a little more relaxed.

"Of course, I... The reason why the Church of Order wants to find Draco Wilters, of course, is not only because of these." Sophia cleared her throat and straightened her waist, lowering her voice and regaining her calm gaze. As Anson:

"Do you know why he wants to go back to Clovis City?"

Anson frowned slightly.

Of course he knew, and he knew it clearly; but if he said it directly, his previous "persona" would be dismantled again... So Ansen chose to conceal it in part:

"I know a little bit, it seems that one of his relatives had an accident?"

"Miller Wilters, in an accident a few months ago, was shot and killed by the soldiers of the Guards as a robber." Sophia paused, as if hesitating, before continuing softly:

"Afterwards, in order to dig out the lead bullet buried in the chest, the doctors of the Guards performed an autopsy on the body, and then..."

"A hexagram-shaped imprint was found on the heart of Miller Wilters!"

Anson's pupils shrank.

"The body was handed over to the Church of Order afterwards, confirming that he was indeed a spellcaster during his lifetime." Sophia, who lowered her voice, continued:

"But because my father has always been committed to maintaining the relationship between the Church of Order and the Kingdom of Clovis, he did not intervene too much in this matter; the court only dispatched three judges to follow up the investigation secretly."

"Because the Guards have been trying to conceal the results of the investigation so far, the information submitted to the church is even less, and even completely contradictory." Speaking of this, Sophia sneered at the corner of her mouth:

"It claimed to be an accident, but it could not be explained that an old **** caster would be helpless when facing the muzzle of the gun; he found the victim of the robbery's murder, and the other party hanged himself at home the next day; as for the one who was almost killed The robber caught has no clue until now..."

"You think the Guards are hiding the results of the investigation?" Anson asked tentatively.

"It's conceivable... Either it's a concealment, or it's not good to investigate the case, so I can only find a way to cover it up." The burning-eyed girl raised the corners of her mouth more and more:

"But I think they're probably hiding something more important, like..."

"The lost property that was taken away by the robbers and shot and killed by Miller Wilters has never been found!"

"What is it?" Anson asked.

"I don't know, but since Draco's younger brother will be taken away at the cost of his life, it means that it is very likely to be related to the Old God faction!" Sophia supported her chin with her right hand, and her slightly excited eyes kept flashing:

"So it's possible that it was hidden by the Guards, or fell into the hands of some Old God organization; but it doesn't matter, what matters is that we have to find Draco Wilts in front of the Guards!"

"No matter what information he has in his hands, it must not fall into the hands of the guards; although the last black mage meeting was an accident... but it also proves that this guy is not ignorant of the old gods. This may be A breakthrough to uncover the truth behind Miller's unexpected death!"

Facing Sophia's gaze, Anson nodded solemnly.

He really doesn't mind accompany this kind of enthusiastic and thrill-hungry **** an absolutely risk-free adventure, and earn personal favors by the way.

With the fast-moving rental carriage, the scenery on both sides is also changing; the closer you get to the old wall street, the more dilapidated the scene outside the car window, and the smell of stinky rags in the air begins to follow the air. The thickening of the smoke became more and more pungent.

Some ragged figures flashed past the fast passing car windows, walking aimlessly on the empty streets; under some abandoned houses overwhelmed by snow, groups of people gathered around the lit lights. Campfire smokes to keep warm.

Although Clovis City does not have a clear dividing line between "inner city and outer city", for those who have lived in the city for more than ten years, crossing the Old Wall Street is the "outer city" in a broad sense.

Unlike Baihu Park, which is full of "modern flavor", Old Wall Street is a "hybrid" product of the old and new eras - it was born in the last era, and was a prosperous street market born outside the King City of Clovis attached to the protection of the King City; The new era has become the first foothold of this brand-new city for the earners who have come from afar.

The tenant farmers who were driven out by the landlords, the handicraftsmen who were squeezed into bankruptcy by the big factories, the hawkers who were robbed of their business by the Chamber of Commerce... People from all over the world gathered here, looking for the bright future promised by the country nobility and the church.

There are no vertical apartment buildings, no spacious squares; the streets are surrounded by a pile of low-rise buildings like building blocks, and occasionally a few buildings over three storeys high, like the pillars in the spacious hall, there are abrupt pestles; The crowded and dirty streets make people suspect that they have returned to a previous era.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Despite the car window, Sophia's face still showed obvious discomfort, her brows knitted and she couldn't help lowering her head and coughing a few times.

"If you're not feeling well, don't get out of the car for a while." Anson said as he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over: "I'm going to ask the people at the newspaper for clues about Draco, you sit here Just wait."

"…thanks."

Taking the handkerchief handed by the other party, the girl who thanked her softly resumed her previous dignified expression in the next second, and raised her chin in a high-profile manner: "But no, because a qualified investigator... The investigator must come to the scene in person and use his own eyes to detect Judge the authenticity of the clues."

"What's more... your suspicion of 'Old God School' has not been cleared, Your Excellency Anson Bach, don't think I can trust you so soon!"

Looking at Sophia who was staring at him vigilantly, Anson smiled helplessly.

With a jolt and crunch of axles, the old wagon stopped beside a three-story building.

Sophia, who was a little relieved, still covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief. The bumps along the way and the smell in the air made her complexion very ugly. She looked at Anson with dizziness:

"Wait, I'll ask the president of the newspaper, that person knows my identity and doesn't dare to tell me the truth; you stay outside during this time. Find a way to stop them, and then let the people from the newspaper give me news, just hold them for ten minutes... What are you doing?"

Sophia, who raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at An Sen with a strange expression, and looked out the window subconsciously in the direction pointed by the other party.

In the next second, the expression of the girl whose eyes widened instantly froze completely.

Under the three-storey building, the front wall of the locked newspaper office was covered with scorch marks, and there were even large and small cracks on the walls and the gate, which were smashed by lead bullets.

Outside the gate is a mess: smashed tables and chairs, newspapers dumped on the muddy streets, piled up on the streets like fences and horse-rejecting stakes outside the trenches; The signboard was firmly fixed to the gate by the last one, and it screamed "crunching" in the cold wind.

"Bang!"

The overwhelmed wooden signboard fell from the door, and fell heavily to the ground along with the girl's mood.

shattered.