I Will Be The Crowned King

The night is getting darker.

Looking at the carriage that hurried away from the door and blended into the night in the sparse street lights, An Sen with a stiff face covered his chest and sat quietly in front of the bar, calming his heartbeat.

The situation began to become clearer.

The black mage...that is, Mace Hornard, has been looking for some way to help him become an "apostle"; judging from the fact that he has been studying Saint Isaac, his first target is the "Great" in the capital. Magic book".

But it is not easy to collect a whole volume of The Great Magic Book, especially at least one volume is in Clovis Cathedral; as a professor at St Isaac's College, he probably knows that volume is in the form of "memory cards" Existence - to get it requires not only cards, but also access to the Cathedral's Difference Engine.

So the black mage began to aim outside the capital, and at a certain opportunity, he learned the "historical truth" buried in the Thunder Fort, and he encountered the war and the conspiracy of the old gods of the empire...

At this juncture that put him in a dilemma, Anson Toolman Bach—appeared in front of him.

Not only did he solve the siege of Thunder Castle, he won the trust of Ludwig Franz, and he became the commander of the security army... Gradually approaching the power center of Clovis Cathedral, Luther Franz's side.

Then... the existence of the Guards and a certain family exposed Mace Hornard; on the one hand, the situation he was facing now was more precarious, and on the other hand, it also gave him an opportunity to take advantage.

He was the tool man who allowed him to seize this opportunity.

Success is of course a pleasant surprise, and it's not a pity to fail - he has never had contact with the true inner circle of the black mage, and for him, he just lost a useful tool.

And he also inadvertently provided him with information about the "August" family, giving him a second choice other than "The Great Magic Book".

After thinking about all this, An Sen, who calmed down, sat in front of the bar, his eyes swept to the ceramic cup in front of him intentionally or unintentionally; the dark coffee surface reflected the figure of a long-haired girl.

Um? !

Anson looked back suddenly, showing a slightly panicked expression on purpose; the scarlet-eyed female judge stood motionless behind him with her hands in her pockets.

"When... when did you come up?"

"Just now." Sierra Virgil said softly.

"Just... when?"

The female judge thought for a while, then took out a pocket watch from her pocket, opened it, and looked at Anson without any emotion:

"Fifteen minutes ago."

So basically Cole Dorian just left, and you came up... Anson gasped in his heart and twitched the corners of his mouth. Just when he wanted to ask about Carlin Jacques, the expressionless female judge suddenly He opened his mouth and said:

"You seem nervous?"

The voice fell, and the nervous Anson was startled.

Did she see it, or was she facing me directly...

"Don't worry, I'm not reading your mind." The female judge explained softly:

"I am a spellcaster at the Inquisition. The use of 'mind-reading' magic requires a report in advance, or at least one judge is present."

Anson was a little embarrassed: "Sorry! I, I didn't mean to..."

"You don't need to apologize." Sera still replied expressionlessly: "I have a deep understanding of the feeling of being watched by someone for every move."

"…thanks."

"you are welcome."

In front of the quiet bar, the female judge's scarlet eyes slowly focused on the coffee cup on the table, and her indifferent expression moved slightly.

"If it's because of that idiot Cole Dorian, you don't have to worry." She glanced at Anson and comforted softly:

"His words were just a habitual threat - not because he found any evidence, and wanted to use you as bait to lure the Black Mage to steal the "Great Magic Book" tonight."

"... Habitual threats?" Anson didn't understand what she meant.

"This idiot's personality is actually quite bad, just like his great-grandfather Dorian the Executioner." Sierra's voice did not fluctuate, calm and soft:

"Looks bright, but is actually timid and ruthless; cautious to the point of nerves, never trusting anyone or even himself - he writes a diary every night to prevent himself from being manipulated by black magic and consciously undetectable. "

Oh, that's a good habit... Anson reaches for the coffee mug on the table.

"Although he's such a hysterical coward, he's not bad...at least he's much stronger than the legendary 'Executioner'." Still in a cold tone, An Sen felt a touch of tenderness from the female judge's words:

"I work seriously, but I don't have a good face. I like to complain but I will still complete the task with due diligence. Others don't want to say more or ask questions. If they make a mistake, they will apologize as soon as possible."

"It sounds like you have a good relationship with him?" Anson, who chuckled, picked up the coffee cup and casually greeted him.

"Relationship... good?"

Talking to herself, a smile appeared on the icy face of the female judge; she raised her head slightly, she pulled back her long hair, a ferocious metal neck ring was exposed on her fair neck, and the little finger of her right hand gently touched her neck. A small bump at the edge of the ring:

"See this - the material is a special metal, which is difficult to destroy and cannot be removed; only a small device is needed to make it pop out a poison-extracting silver needle."

"Within 20 seconds, I will die from shock caused by paralysis of the respiratory system in a state of muscle spasm."

"This is not the technology of the Truth Seeking Order. Only certain senior Inquisitor families can obtain it through application; Your Excellency Anson Bach, you guess that 'little device'... in whose hands?"

Looking at Sierra's clear eyes, Anson twitched his throat.

"This is what he... forced to bring you?"

Anson barely kept a smile, and some terrifying images involuntarily appeared in his mind:

In the dark dungeon, the smirking Cole Dorian took a branding iron and a collar, and walked step by step to the scarred Serra Virgil on the restraint frame: "Give it up, you evil spellcaster will never be able to get out of my palm. inside……"

"No, I am willing." Sera said calmly.

Um?

The picture in An Sen's mind instantly shattered.

"He... offered me a deal." Sera put down her long hair, and her cold eyes seemed a little blurry:

"As long as I wear this thing, I don't have to live under the supervision of the Church of Order all the time; I can even leave the capital with him and go to a city with a church for vacation."

"I can't say no."

Anson, who was slightly embarrassed, nodded to show his understanding.

The female judge with the same expression looked at the pocket watch in her hand again, turned around and left the bar as if nothing had happened, and took off a three-cornered hat from the hanger in front of the door:

"Carlin Jacques is in the interrogation room downstairs. I suggest you talk to him; this time should be the most vulnerable time in his heart."

"You tortured him?"

"Of course not - Captain Lawrence is not here, neither I nor that idiot have the authority to use torture instruments."

The female judge shook her head and said seriously, "Just chatting with him and drinking a cup of coffee; if you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself."

just chatting?

Anson suddenly had a bad premonition, and subconsciously picked up the coffee in his hand and wanted to take a sip.

"By the way, the coffee in your hand was brought by that idiot just now, right?" Sera, who opened the door, suddenly said:

"If so, I advise you not to drink it - unless you want to keep talking."

"..." Anson Bach.

……………………

In the dimly lit interrogation room, a black-robed priest with a listless appearance was lying on the cold table, holding a mug full of water, drinking and talking to himself weakly:

"I swear to the Ring of Order that starting today, I will never drink anything other than water in my life!"

An Sen, who was sitting across from him, nodded in agreement.

Reluctantly raising his eyes, Carin Jacques' cheeks twitched, and he forced a smile on his face:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, as you said... we meet again."

Anson, who smiled slightly, shrugged his shoulders.

"That...do you have nothing to say to me?"

Anson was still smiling.

"Ah... I forgot." Swallowing his dry throat, Carin Jacques showed a somewhat flattering smile:

"I have to apologize to you, I'm not an honest person, I shouldn't lie to you."

Anson was still smiling.

"……twice."

Carlin Jacques, whose expression was stiff, became quieter and quieter, and the suppressed atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze the air.

"Apologize? No, no, you shouldn't apologize."

Looking at the frightened black-robed priest, An Sen smiled and pursed his lips: "It's me who should apologize, I lied to you, there were no guards outside the door at that time, only the religious trial that had been ambush long ago. Place."

"No no no." Kalin, who was smiling all over his face, hurriedly interrupted: "The one who should apologize is me. I always want to run away, and I haven't told you the truth yet."

"it's me!"

"not me!"

"it's me!"

"It's me, it's me!" The black-robed priest's aggrieved eyes flashed with sincere tears:

"It's all my fault - I'm too scared to think you're a pretend judge, but you're actually a confidant of the Black Mage!"

"It's okay, I can understand." Anson sighed and patted his shoulder, looking at him with clear eyes:

"Then do you understand your mistake now?"

"Understood!" Karin Jacques nodded quickly.

"Do you really understand?"

"I totally understand!"

"that's great!"

An Sen let out a long sigh of relief, and told the other party how moved he was with a rich expression: "Because the people at the Inquisition told me that they can let you go at any time, as long as you are willing to agree to one condition."

"I promise!"

The black-robed priest said decisively.

Anson paused: "I haven't said what it is yet?"

"This is not the point!" He waved his hand weakly, and his burning eyes made Ansen a little bit furious: "As long as you are willing to let me go, I can agree to any conditions!"

"You want to know the whereabouts of Draco Wilts, don't you? No problem, although I don't know where he is yet, but I have a lot of clients - old gods, gangsters, nobles, high military, foreign countries The forces... it's only a matter of time before they find him!"

"...Isn't he a relative of your best friend?"

"No matter how good a friend is, it can't be compared with the grace of saving life!" Carin Jacques said very seriously:

"Moreover, I have just deceived you, and my conscience is full of deep unease; and I believe that even if Miller Wilts were still alive, he would never object to me doing so."

"Priest Carin Jacques, what you say is so true that I don't know how to refute you."

"No need to refute, this is what I should do." The black-robed priest who pursed his lips vigorously shook his head:

"What's more, you just want to find him, not to kill him; you are my friend, and he is also my friend. As two mutual friends, I feel that I have this responsibility and obligation from the bottom of my heart. Help you meet again."

Anson had to admit that in terms of lowering the lower limit and discarding some important things, this devout believer of the Ring of Order was far stronger than himself, and not even a little bit stronger.

"Leave aside the matter of Draco Wilts, I need you to tell me another thing." After clearing his throat, Anson looked at Carin Jacques solemnly and said solemnly:

"Andyr Bogner and Wade's pawnshop in Saint seventy-five, what do you know?"

Before he finished speaking, the black-robed priest's eyes widened slightly, looked around cautiously, lowered his voice and whispered in front of An Sen:

"Have you been to that orphanage?"

Anson nodded vaguely.

"Then..." Kalin swallowed, "Where's the stuff?"

"It's gone." Anson sighed feigning regret: "Only the relics of 'Oliver' are left."

The black-robed priest nodded thoughtfully: "It seems that the robber is indeed a 'customer'. They believed that the things were in my hands from the beginning."

"What the **** is that, it's worth a hundred gold coins?" An Sen, who pretended to be curious, continued to ask.

The nervous Carin Jacques took another sip of water, lowered his voice and said:

"In the seventy-fifth year of the saint's calendar, Andil Bogner, who was in the middle of the family, who is now the father of Viscount Bogner, sold it at Wade's pawnshop for twenty gold coins. I don't even know what it is."

"But by chance, I got some interesting news from the alcoholic priest of the West Gate Church: there was a secret theft in Clovis Cathedral in the seventy-fifth year of the saint's calendar."

"Not a single copper plate was stolen, not a single document was lost... Only the three memory cards on the St. Isaac's tidy difference machine disappeared!"

Carlin Jacques took a deep breath, put down the water glass with his trembling right hand, and looked at Anson with pleading eyes: "You must not tell the Inquisition that I sold those three cards!"

"no problem."

Anson, who was thinking fast in his mind, chuckled: "As long as you promise to help me find Draco Wilts~www.wuxiaspot.com~ no third person will know about this."

"No problem - I've actually figured out a good idea!"

The black-robed priest with the corners of his mouth raised, quickly took out a copy of "Crowley's Truth" from his arms and spread it out in front of Anson, and pressed his right hand "Crack!" on the lower right corner of the front page:

"Look!"

An Sen, who was holding a water glass, sighed and looked in the direction he pointed:

[Missing notice: Draco Wilters. 】

[Gender: Male, Age: 30~40 years old, Features: Red hair, inappropriate dress, claiming to be a home and a detective; those who provide any clues will be rewarded with 2 gold coins, those who provide a clear location will be rewarded with 50 gold coins, and those who confirm and discover will be rewarded with Bring it back safely and reward 1000 gold coins. 】

【Contact: Sophia Franz】

"puff--!!!!"