I Will Be The Crowned King

Sitting on the rental carriage home, holding Lisa who was already asleep, Anson looked at the night outside the car window with a thoughtful expression.

Dim-yellow gas lamps light up every corner of the inner city, but Clovis City still looks very deserted at night; the cold winter and the gradually collapsing security have caused most shops to close early; only the pubs on the streets and alleys, and luxury There is still a lively atmosphere in the brightly lit high-rise buildings such as palaces.

Although it was a casual question, Anson had already thought of at least six or seven possible answers, and the answer from the little secretary was almost the one with the lowest probability in his opinion.

The frankness of the other party made Anson a little unexpected, but if he thinks about it a little bit, it may be a good thing-as long as he does not have any "clear betrayal" behavior, the Franz family can tolerate anything.

Even a little more courageous... Even if the identity of his spellcaster is exposed, it doesn't matter if it does not conflict with the interests of the Franz family.

Like a certain Inquisition that suddenly became "talkative".

Although neither side has stated it explicitly, but with the memory of "Former Anson" as a reference, generally an "innocent person" like himself who is suspected and inadvertently involved in a certain Old God faction incident, the best end is 1 to 10 years in prison.

If Sophia Franz wasn't there that day, if she wasn't the commander of the church vigilantes, if there wasn't Archbishop Luther...

Anson never believed that the second-class judge who was always smiling, His Excellency Cole Dorian, would be so kind and warm to him.

Well, maybe it will be another kind of "warm and kind".

From this point of view, it can also prove how terrifying the power of Archbishop Luther and the Franz family is, and even the murderous court should give them face.

In the shaking carriage, the silent Anson kept thinking about the next plan.

I have to complete the work of the Storm Corps, continue to fool the black mages, and at the same time find a way to convince the judge of the truth-seeking order to believe that he is innocent-the three things are independent, but in fact there is a contradiction with each other.

If you focus on the work of the storm group, the truth-seeking cult may not care, but the black mage will notice that there is a problem;

If you want to fool the black mage, the judges who are always watching him will stare at them, trying to seize the evidence that Mace Hornard is the black mage;

No matter what you do, the risk is very high; and even if you pass the customs perfectly, you will only gain the "trust" of the other party, and you will not be able to get rid of the fate of the tool person.

The best way, of course, is to get rid of the black mage and the old **** organization behind him, but the risk of doing so has exceeded his own tolerance limit-Professor Mace Hornard may have reached the "blasphemy mage" or The level of a "tutor" is probably no longer a human being in a strict sense!

Anson didn't know the strength of the Inquisition in Clovis City, but judging from the battle at Old Wall Street, they were definitely not the opponents of the Black Mage.

Besides, he still has extra work, that is, he must not let the black mage realize Lisa's identity... With a tired sigh, Anson patted the little head of the girl in his arms.

Who would have thought that this guy who doesn't even know "what parents are" is actually the descendant of a thousand-year-old blood magic family?

Lisa's first public appearance was before Fort Thunder's cavalry raided the siege position. At that time, the black mage disguised as "John Ness" probably hadn't yet, or had just run away.

Judging from his reaction afterwards, he should have never heard the name "Lisa August"; but he must have known that a group of "recruits" had come to the 1st Legion. Well said.

Whether there is or not, you must try to avoid the possibility of direct contact between the two... If she is really the descendant of the "Blood Magic Apostle", I am afraid that she will be exposed in a face-to-face!

Just when Anson began to go from thoughtful thinking to wild thinking, the rickety carriage stopped beside the streetlights on Bleiman Street.

The sleepy Lisa rubbed her eyes, yawned and got up from the cold and hard seat; Anson breathed a sigh of relief, handed the money to the coachman, and got off the carriage with Lisa one after the other, heading towards 55. Go to the door of the room.

When she was about to walk outside the door, Lisa, who was still in a daze, suddenly widened her eyes, and her footsteps were pinned to the spot.

An Sen looked at her with a confused expression, and found that the "Old John's Cafe" next to the door where the gas exploded was actually open with bright lights.

It has only been more than a month, has it resumed business so quickly?

Surprised for a second, Anson immediately understood what she was thinking: "Lisa, do you want cake?"

The girl with wide eyes remained silent, pursed her lips and swallowed hard.

The answer is obvious.

Seeing the happy Lisa holding the key, she trotted up the stairs all the way; Anson, who sighed, smiled helplessly and walked towards the cafe alone.

Perhaps because it was too late, the entire cafe seemed very deserted; except for a waiter at the bar in a red vest wiping the coffee cup in his hand, there were only two guests in coats in the spacious room, under an oil painting. The two drank coffee and smoked pipes leisurely at the table.

"Hello, how can I help?" The waiter put down the cup in his hand and asked Anson with a smile while standing behind the bar.

"Prepare me a small piece of cake to pack and take away."

"Okay, the strawberry cake we have here is very good, only two and a half silver coins, okay?"

"Okay, pack it up."

Anson nodded and took out his wallet from his arms. He now has Ludwig's cheque and the "corrupt" military pay when he was at Fort Thunder, as well as the lieutenant colonel's allowance and the budget account of the Storm Regiment.

With Anson's current income level, he could at least hire a housekeeper and a maid, or simply move to an upscale hotel; however, considering the risk of secrecy, he gave up this somewhat extravagant idea.

Five minutes later, the waiter with the cake box in both hands returned to the bar nervously, and carefully placed it in front of Anson: "Your cake, sir."

"thanks."

Anson, who put the change on the bar and picked up the cake box, turned and left.

"Crack."

Just as he stepped towards the store door, a very familiar movement suddenly sounded behind him.

It was the sound of the revolver hitting the hammer.

"No thanks, Your Excellency Anson Bach." The waiter's cold voice sounded from behind, revealing a little nervousness:

"If you really want to thank you, then please come with us."

Feeling the muzzle on the back of his neck, Anson, who was carrying the cake box, couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

No wonder this cafe reopened so quickly.

"Guardian?" Anson asked.

"Smart."

The waiter sneered.

The moment he spoke, the two "guests" in the store also took out their guns from their arms and aimed at Anson one after the other.

"Since you are so smart, please stop trying to resist; otherwise, we don't mind opening a few holes in the head of the Storm Corps."

"Really?" Anson laughed out loud: "This is Bleiman Street, there are people from the security company patrolling, and three intersections is Red Brick Street - aren't you afraid of recruiting people from the church?"

"We're really not afraid."

The waiter snorted complacently: "You seem to have forgotten our identity - the guards have the right to request a security company with a formal license to cooperate with our work, and the security company on Bleiman Street is here tonight. A street patrol."

"What's more, do you think we will only send two or three people to arrest you after what happened to St Isaac's College?"

Um? !

Just when An Sen was alert, a muffled sound of "Boom!" suddenly came from the ceiling above his head.

This is……

"To be honest, we really didn't expect you to walk into this cafe on your own initiative." The waiter continued:

"The four people who are really in charge of the arrest are in ambush at your house. The three of us are just a reserve team; if you guess correctly, they are now arresting your sister, Miss Lisa Bach."

Oh?

Listening to the smug words of the waiter, An Sen, who had a strange expression, suddenly felt relieved.

Soon, another rush of fighting came from the ceiling above; it lasted for about a minute before calm was finally restored.

"Very good, it seems to be over." The waiter continued proudly:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, if you don't want your sister to be hurt, please follow us..."

The moment he finished speaking, An Sen, who was being pushed against the back of his neck by the muzzle, suddenly bent his knees and sat on the ground with his upper body in free fall. At the same time, his right hand was already reaching for the "dagger" hidden in his clothes.

The waiter was startled at first, but instantly regained his senses and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

Gunfire flashed by.

The lead bullet penetrated from the waiter's jaw, burned between the flesh and fat layer, and shattered the moment it touched the skull. The fragmented projectile spread in the cranial cavity, and together with the thick white and bright red liquid, it shot from the top of the head. out.

The waiter, who couldn't even scream in time, was shot in the head, and only the torso was gushing blood like a geyser, and he fell straight to the ground.

Pfft!

Spilled blood.

Just as he fell, the two guards, who took a second to react, immediately drew their guns and fired; the sound of gunshots came from the cafe without interruption, blasting one by one on the floor and door panels. 's gun eye.

The suppressed Anson hid under the bar and carefully placed the strawberry cake in the corner; with a tingling pain in his temples, the entire cafe scene was instantly reflected in his mind.

The cooperation of the two guards was very tacit: one stood still and continued to shoot, while the other quietly moved to the side of the bar, and approached Anson's position while shooting.

Very good, can be called an expert... Calculating the distance between the other party and himself, An Sen silently praised them from the bottom of his heart, and took out a silver whistle from his arms and bit it in his mouth.

Three steps, two steps, one step... The guards holding the revolver moved to Anson's side, and took out a dagger from his pocket in his left hand.

"Di-!!!!"

The sharp whistle blew in the cafe, making the eyes of the unprepared two guards go dark and subconsciously covering their ears.

It's now!

Seizing the momentary pause, Anson rushed out from behind the bar at a very fast speed and aimed his gun at another guard in the cafe-at the moment when his companion launched a surprise attack, he would definitely stop shooting in order to avoid accidental injury. .

In other words, there must be no bullet in his barrel at this moment.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

This is a five-shot burst in case of emergency.

The lead bullets that were shot blew up one after another of blood mist on the body of the guards.

Just after this short interval, the guards who were planning to sneak attack finally recovered from the dizziness; he was startled by the sound of gunshots, and then realized that he was not dead.

Then... he saw Anson suddenly smile at him, throwing away the revolver and throwing his fists.

"Boom!"

A simple, unremarkable punch slammed into his chest; what came was the severe pain of torn tendons and broken ribs.

How is this possible? !

The shocked guard blushed and looked at the collapsed chest in disbelief. Before he could figure out what happened, he saw countless fist shadows attacking him.

"Dong dong dong dong dong...!!!"

Ten seconds later, the guards with bleeding from their nose and mouth collapsed in a pool of blood, their chest sunken.

After calming down his rapid heartbeat, An Sen, who was standing in a pool of blood, looked at his intact hands somewhat unexpectedly.

Conjuration magic [Rifeng]... The conjurer who sold his magic book did say that as long as the rubbing of this magic is completed, whether it is on the hand or on the sword, the effect is no different.

A fist as sharp as a blade... well, it's a little weird indeed.

Slightly relieved, Anson, who picked up the cake box from the ground, pushed the door and quickly left the cafe, running towards the door without looking back.

Although he is very confident in Lisa, after all, there are four or five people in the other party this time. If there is any emergency... Anson, a little nervous, rushed up the stairs~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bang! ' kicked the door open.

When he saw the scene in front of him, the whole person was stunned.

The bodies of the four Guards were intertwined in a scuffled posture; one stabbed the other in the throat with a dagger, one blasted the other's head with a pistol, and one was strangled to death His own companion, and then his eyes were gouged out by another person.

They just lay in a pool of blood on the living room carpet, killing each other without touching a piece of furniture.

Anson, who twitched his throat, turned towards the fireplace: Lisa was sitting on the sofa with her calves dangling, happily eating strawberry cake; Bron, who was wearing a bachelor's robe, was sitting opposite her, smoking a pipe with an indifferent expression. .

Hearing the movement behind them, the two turned their eyes to the door at the same time, looking at Anson with a surprised expression, a slight smile appeared on Bron's indifferent face, and an inexplicable warmth flashed in his ice blue eyes:

"Welcome home, Anson, the professor has a task for me to give you."

"Regarding the whereabouts of the Great Magic Book...I found some clues."