I Will Be The Crowned King

"boom!"

The frightened Carlin Jacques closed the door without looking back. The two of them in the narrow dormitory looked at each other and could clearly hear each other's breathing and heartbeat.

The black-robed priest looked at the man who was sitting on the bed and pointed a gun at him, with a steady heartbeat and a chuckle at the corner of his mouth, as if he was having dinner at his own house.

"That...can you put the gun down first?"

Kalin forced a smile on his stiff face: "I swear to the Ring of Order that I will never run again this time."

The corners of Anson's mouth rose, and the right hand that was gripping the handle of the gun also showed signs of relaxation:

"can not."

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the black-robed priest quickly raised his hands above his head again.

"Mr. Carlin Jacques, you lied to me once." Anson shook his head with a hurt expression:

"If you want to regain my trust, you have to show some sincerity."

"But you lied to me once too!" Kalin snorted, and shivered involuntarily:

"I don't know where you, a new spellcaster, got the Inquisitor's pocket watch and revolver, but if you let the Church of Order know, I guess you will not end well."

"To each other, old **** priests who sell fake antiques?" Anson smiled.

"No!" The black-robed priest retorted:

"I sell antiques, I study magic, and I have contacts with many old gods, but I am still a devout believer of the Ring of Order - I told you when I was at St. Isaac's College."

"So you knew it was mine from your accent?"

"Aren't you the same, Your Excellency the Fake Inquisitor?"

Raising his hands, the pale Kalin said boldly.

Anson didn't deny it, he glanced at the chair in the room and motioned for him to sit down. The gun never left his forehead.

"Now, answer my previous question again." Anson said solemnly:

"Considering the lessons learned, as long as you move a little more, I will pull the trigger - since you know that I am fake, you must also know the power of the 'dagger', one shot can blow your head."

"Don't doubt it, I just tried it recently."

The black-robed priest shuddered.

"The whereabouts of Draco Wilters..."

He looked at the dark muzzle and swallowed hard: "Sorry, I don't know."

An Sen's complexion changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth began to rise.

"The Ring of Order is on, I really don't know!" Kalin, who was shocked, hurriedly said:

"Yes, he came to me, asked me some information and borrowed money by the way, and asked me to meet with people from the Church of Order... But that's all, I really don't know where he is now, and he What are you doing!"

So this guy acted as an intermediary and let Draco and Sophia meet... Anson said without changing his face: "What did he ask about?"

"The death of Miller Wilters." The black-robed priest sighed:

"This guy is weird - he didn't ask about the case, he was curious about who the client was and what happened afterwards; at first I thought he was here for revenge, but he wasn't."

"how do you know?"

"Because I'm the unlucky one who was robbed." Carin Jacques laughed at himself:

"When I was approached, I thought I was dead, and even started to guess how he would kill me, and said everything I could say in one breath."

"What happened that day?"

"It's almost the same as what the newspaper said, with a slight difference." The black-robed priest sighed:

"I negotiated a deal with a certain buyer, and Miller was a helper I hired, a third-order black magic caster; on the way to the deal, I met a robber, and Miller fought with him; We didn't dare to use magic in the inner city. Seeing that he couldn't beat that guy a bit, I called the Guards... You know what happened later."

"Who is the robber?"

"I don't know, but I'm afraid he's a talented person." Carin Jacques shook his head: "Hiring thugs to ambush if you don't want to spend money... I occasionally run into this kind of business, so I hired Miller."

"Why Miller?"

"He's a friend of mine, a kind of naive young man who wants to be a spellcaster and doesn't have much money; so I'll hire him now and then, and it's better than letting him hang out with the old gods who swindle money."

"What happened to the guards after that?"

"Missing - my first reaction when it happened was to save Miller and let him run away; then Draco came and told me it's better not to get involved in this, and I gave up."

"Is this giving up?"

"I gave up." Kalin said as a matter of course: "He is my friend, but I have worked hard; life still has to go on, I can't just leave my job just because he is dead, and go everywhere to catch a missing person. Guard?"

Anson nodded lightly, and continued after deliberation: "Draco Wilts didn't tell you anything before he left?"

"He... told me two things." Carin Jacques recalled very hard, and said somewhat uncertainly:

"He said that Clovis City would become very dangerous in the next period of time, and advised me to leave if I had a chance; and then he would avenge the real 'murderer'. What is a real murderer?"

Looking at the baffled black-robed priest, Anson didn't answer.

This "accidental robbery" is no longer simple, it involves the guards, the old gods and a gifted person at the same time; with the scarcity of the blood power of the Clovis Kingdom, it is almost impossible for a robber without a gifted person to have power exist.

Order Church? army? Royal family? Some underground evil organization?

As for Carlin Jacques... He hasn't lied a single word since now, but he has avoided certain seemingly unimportant details: such as what he said to himself in the tavern attic, and why he was hiding for Draco.

This guy is still dishonest.

"The last two questions." Anson said unhurriedly:

"Who did you do business with that day, and what are you going to do with him?"

The black-robed priest was overjoyed at first, then showed a helpless expression: "Can I answer only one?"

Anson looked at him sincerely: "Can I blow your head off?"

"You misunderstood!" Kalin shrank his neck in fright, and quickly defended:

"In my line of work, I rarely have direct contact with buyers. The black mage meeting was an accident; usually, the other party sends letters and money, and I put the things in a certain place, and then tell the other party about the things after I get the money and the letter. s position."

"that's it?"

"That's it!" Carin Jacques said a little hurt:

"As a devout follower of the Ring of Order, I am very trustworthy!"

Anson raised his eyebrows: "Where's the stuff?"

Kalin's expression changed for a while, and he mustered up his courage and asked tentatively:

"I hand over the letter and stuff. Can you promise to leave immediately and never come to see me again?"

"It depends on how much sincerity you have." Anson said coldly.

Looking at Anson who was unmoved, Kalin, who rolled his eyes, sighed heavily; with his hands above his head, he suddenly got up from the chair, and a patterned silver pocket watch fell out of his shirt pocket.

Without any hesitation, Anson pulled the trigger decisively.

"boom!"

The moment the gunfire erupted, the window glass behind him shattered.

A stunned expression flashed from the corner of his eyes. The moment he got up, on the bedside table opposite his direction, a simple hourglass was knocked to the ground by some force.

"Crack."

At the same time, the black-robed priest held the pocket watch in his right hand, and pulled out a slightly worn old-fashioned flintlock gun in his left hand.

The next second, the two guns, one left and one right, aimed at each other's heads at the same time.

A proud arc rose slightly at the corner of Kalin's mouth.

"Now, I suggest you don't act rashly." He waved the silver pocket watch in his right hand towards Anson: "This is a mirrored pocket watch, as soon as it starts to turn, everything in the range is reversed."

"Not only that, the 'mirror direction' will be reset, so I advise you not to try your luck."

"And then you knocked over the mercury hourglass on my desk - before it expires, even if you throw a grenade in place, the sound will be locked in the entire dormitory!"

"...You put magic props in the public dormitory of the church?"

"The most dangerous place is the safest place - besides, where can I live other than the dormitory as a trainee priest?"

"..." Anson Bach.

"It seems that the current situation has been reversed." Carin Jacques said proudly: "For the sake of your credibility, let me tell you one more thing."

"When I came back, I left a letter for help to a colleague - two minutes, two more minutes at the most, and the Church of Order and the Guards on Simon Street will come to the door."

"Then they'll see an apprentice priest under threat, and a robber posing as a judge!"

"Plus a room of magic props." Anson added "kindly".

"So we don't want things to go to that point." Carin Jacques swallowed and looked at him with a pretense of ease:

"Now you have two minutes to run from the window you shot and pretend that nothing happened today; you'll get that letter at some point tomorrow or the day after."

"I swear in the name of the Ring of Order that the letter was absolutely not fake - because I really don't want to get involved in Draco Wilts' 'revenge' at all!"

Looking at Carin Jacques' sworn expression, Anson, who was smiling, looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Nervous cold sweat ran across the temples of the black-robed priest.

Time passed by one minute and one second, two minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and the two who faced each other with their guns still stood motionless.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Outside the door, a rapid knock on the door broke the dead silence in the dormitory.

The disturbed Carlin Jacques finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a triumphant smile appeared on his face:

"What a pity, it seems that you still made a very stupid decision..."

"Kalin, Kalin, are you inside?!" A voice full of panic sounded, and at the same time, he kept slamming on the door with "dong dong dong!":

"A group of guards came to the door. They told the old priest Simon that you were an old god, and the dormitory was full of heretical loot! They brought two or three carriages, and a dozen people wanted to arrest you!"

The triumphant smile froze on Karin Jacques's face.

The half-smiling An Sen nodded slightly and greeted him.

After being stunned for ten seconds, the black-robed priest shouted angrily:

"You cheat!"

"Each each other." Anson chuckled lightly:

"But things wouldn't have gotten to this point, if..."

"what if?!"

"If you didn't lie to me in the first place, and then tried to delay the time to move rescue soldiers after lying to me once." Anson sighed.

"...Then what to do now?!" The panicked Carlin Jacques clenched the pistol tightly:

"The guards rush in and we'll both die!"

"There is only one way." Anson said flatly:

"One runs from the window, and the other is responsible for attracting the attention of the guards; if they run away, at least one of the two will survive!"

"you sure?!"

"I'm sure!" Anson looked at him very sincerely, and at the same time clasped the hammer of the revolver again with his right hand:

"Give me the letter and stuff now, and I'll cover your escape, or we'll die together!"

"To die together... As for?!" Hearing the increasingly anxious knock on the door, Carin Jacques had an expression on his face that was about to collapse.

"Exactly!" Anson said solemnly, stepping forward, two guns withstood the heads of two people at the same time:

"Because only in this way, you won't lie to me."

Carin Jacques was startled at first, then blushed, trembling all over and almost couldn't hold the gun.

"…Okay!"

Simple words, but they seemed to pop out of the gap between the teeth after being bitten and chewed by the resentful Kalin.

Throwing the pistol on the ground, he took out a torn letterhead from his pocket, and slapped Anson's chest with a "Clap!": "The letter is for you, the things are on the letter, you can get it yourself!"

"Okay!"

An Sen nodded solemnly and said, "Go quickly, it will be too late if you wait any longer!"

The black-robed priest rushed to the window without saying a word, suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to look at An Sen with some sadness:

"By the way, I haven't asked what your name is."

"Then let's talk about it next time!" Standing in front of the loud "dong dong!", An Sen raised his right hand revolver with his back to him, and smiled sideways:

"When this incident is over, we will definitely meet again."

"Um!"

Suddenly, Carin Jacques, who was inexplicably moved, nodded vigorously, turned his head and threw himself out of the window.

Looking at the back of the black-robed priest who had already run away, An Sen breathed a sigh of relief, put the letter and the revolver into his jacket pocket, and walked forward and pulled the door open.

Serra Virgil, a female inquisitor with long hair and scarlet eyes, was standing outside the door, with a fainted priest lying on the corner of the wall.

"How's the situation?" Anson smiled.

"It's all arranged." The indifferent Sierra said softly:

"Although that guy is an idiot, he is also a very powerful idiot."

 …

Near the Crown Tavern, on a street corner.

After betting against the homeless with the keen insight of the gifted again, Cole Dorian, whose face was full of happiness, "inadvertently" saw a figure fleeing through a window, and stood up helplessly:

"Oh, I have to work overtime again tonight."

The sighing Inquisitor whistled lightheartedly, his right hand raised high, and playing cards and copper plates fluttered in the sky.