I Will Be The Crowned King

"It is well known that Reverend Isaac Rand completed the design of the first generation of steam cores forty years before the saint's calendar, and ushered in an era; but what is not known to the world is as early as one hundred years before the saint's calendar. , the Church of Order already has a model of the original steam engine..."

"The True Sect, from which St. Isaac was born, is the sect that attaches the most importance to education and science. Without them, there would be no church college today; and Clovis City is located in the Great Plains, with rich river resources and mineral deposits. The lack of manpower caused by development and war, the natural desire for more efficient productivity..."

"Oh, sir, you totally misunderstood what I meant, I'm not blaming St Isaac's achievements; what I'm saying is that things develop in their own way, and geniuses born out of nowhere are precious, but respect for science is more important... …”

"The banquet hall we are in now is the 'big discussion room' of the Qiuzhen Sect, where Isaac Rand first proposed the concept of the steam core; hehe... You may not know, at first he hoped for the steam core It can power the 'floating city' of his dreams..."

Under the luxurious crystal lamp, Bronn dressed as a scholar was no longer his usual indifference, and chatted with the guests around him very cordially; although he still had no expression, his unsmiling appearance made the people around him more convinced of him.

Just as the surrounding guests exclaimed and talked about it, the young bachelor who inadvertently looked at him suddenly noticed a familiar figure, with ice blue eyes and a pair of dark brown pupils staring at each other.

In an instant, his expression changed suddenly, but he quickly restrained his emotions and looked at the guest with a reluctant smile: "Sorry, I just happened to notice that a former classmate of mine is also here, and I need to say hello to him. ."

The surrounding guests expressed their understanding and made way for the young bachelor.

Bron, who walked out of the crowd, did not immediately walk towards the figure, but gave the other a wink, and then picked up a new glass of wine from a passing sommelier, and stepped in front of the man in a hurry. Later, they came to the corner of the banquet hall.

"problem occurs?"

Bron looked out the window and handed the wine to Anson who walked to his side, casually as if asking about the dishes tonight.

"No." Taking the wine glass handed over by the other party, An Sen said calmly:

"The superficial banquet is just a pretense. Tonight, Archbishop Luther will mediate between the Railway Committee and the Elf Ambassador of Iser to ensure that the Elf Kingdom will not declare war on Clovis."

Bronny was slightly startled, and his ice blue eyes showed a sudden look.

"That's it... No wonder those guards are so active... and the people in the courthouse..." Muttering to himself, Bron immediately regained his calm, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc:

"Thank you for your information, Your Excellency Anson Bach. I will tell Professor Mace Hornard about this as soon as possible. He will definitely be very interested in these things."

Um? !

A stunned light flashed through Anson's eyes, and he used a low voice to hide his expression: "The professor has returned to Clovis City?"

"Exactly."

Bloun, who was behind his left hand, nodded lightly: "It is said that the investigation of August's bloodline has made progress, so come back and check with the information collected before."

"Don't be nervous, the professor has always been very satisfied with you; the more you are trusted by the church and the Inquisition, the greater the meaning to the professor and the old gods, even if it's just a little bit of information, maybe it will affect our 'big plan' Make an indelible impact!"

"You've won the prize." The smiling Anson was already tense.

Did Mace Hornard come back to Clovis City so quickly, did he find something?

Whether or not he really found the secret of August's bloodline, it's not too difficult to find out when he and Lisa met; and Lisa didn't hide her name from others when she was in Thundercastle, so the probability of being found Not low.

Let him continue to look for it, Lisa will be very dangerous... I have to find a way to make the black mage and the church clash as soon as possible!

"Please enjoy the banquet tonight, Your Excellency Anson Bach." Bloane raised his glass and looked ready to leave:

"By the way, someone told me before coming here that one of our 'family friends' is likely to show up at the banquet; although I don't think it's likely, you might as well pay attention."

Is he really here? !

An Sen, who deliberately did not hide his surprise, said solemnly, "I understand."

"Well, as long as you pay attention, you don't have to force it." Bronne pressed his voice and said:

"Also remember to participate in the final presentation. Trust me, the results prepared by the academy will surprise you."

"must."

Anson took the initiative to clink a glass with him, took a sip of wine, smiled and turned away at the same time as him.

Looking at the hurried back of the young bachelor, An Sen, who was sure that he was not being watched behind him, quietly spit the wine back and put the wine glass on an empty table.

Although he didn't think that Bronny would poison him, "in case" this kind of thing can always be avoided.

Just as Anson was about to continue looking for (stealing) looking for (lazy) someone who might be hiding in the banquet hall, and by the way to confirm the reason why Bron was here, a well-dressed servant stopped him from behind:

"Sir, are you free now? My master would like to invite you over for a drink."

"Sorry, but I'm getting ready to leave now..."

Anson subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he turned his head, he found that Cole Dorian, who was wearing a servant's attire, was winking at him.

"Please don't get me wrong, I just want to invite you over for a drink." The second-class judge smiled sincerely:

"Absolutely nothing else."

It means you can't refuse.

Following Cole, Anson, who left the banquet hall, walked up the spiral staircase and knocked on the door at the corner of the second floor.

What awaited him in the room was not the bullets aimed at the head, the report documents and the rows of torture instruments. There were only two judges, a man and a woman, who were sitting at the table drinking coffee.

That's it...

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, please sit down." Lawrence Bernat turned around:

"I'm sorry to invite you from the banquet hall, mainly because there are some situations that need to be confirmed, and there are some things that need to be notified to you as soon as possible."

"Please speak."

Anson, who pretended to be calm, sat down at the table, while Sera poured him a cup of coffee.

"Well... Let's talk about the last thing first." Lawrence, who had a mild expression, looked at Cole who closed the door and smiled at Anson:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, we now officially inform you that from tonight, we will stop monitoring you."

"ended?!"

The stunned Anson subconsciously let go of the right hand holding the coffee, and Sera on the side held it up for him in time, so that he didn't let the dress he spent a lot of money be reimbursed that night.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Lawrence looked at Anson with a shocked expression and took a sip of coffee:

"Do you want us to keep monitoring you?"

"Of course not! But..."

An Sen wanted to say that this was too sudden, but it seemed a little guilty, as if he was a traitor who should be monitored.

"Can I ask why?"

"Of course, because that's what I'm about to say." Lawrence nodded solemnly:

"I won't go into details. The main reason is that we have already mastered the Black Mage-that is, Mace Hornard's next action plan."

"During the riot and hijacking of the Viscount Bogner factory, we found some very important clues, proving that the rioting workers were mixed with members of the Old God faction; not only that, the priest Carin Jacques who was arrested earlier also told us Honestly, there are a lot of small Old God groups in the outer city that are trying to bring together workers who have been unemployed or poor because of the war."

"We don't know the purpose of what he did for the time being, but some old gods organizers have been arrested by the trial. They confessed that they were the source of funds obtained from the black mages and encouraged the workers to riot."

"As for you, Your Excellency Anson Bach." Lawrence changed the conversation:

"Through the previous several practical actions, you have proved that you are indeed an innocent victim, and the intersection with the black mage is only because you are his student and he was used by him; both the Tribunal and the Church of Order have already believed that Your loyalty to your faith!"

"As for the other thing... You must have a general understanding of the truth of tonight's banquet. The Qiuzhen cultivator will be guarding the outside, and you will be responsible for the security of the room."

"Although I don't think it's possible, we do suspect that there will be rumors of the old gods trying to influence the war situation; if there is an emergency, please ensure the safety of the archbishop, the elf ambassador and the chairman of the railway committee!"

"I understand."

"That's good." With a hoarse voice, the gentle Lawrence took a sip of coffee:

"You can return to the banquet scene now. When the negotiations begin, Archbishop Luther will send someone to invite you. You don't have to worry about the rest."

Anson nodded and put down the coffee cup in his hand: "Then I will..."

"Wait a moment."

Just as Anson was about to get up, Cole Dorian, who was standing by the door, suddenly spoke up; he looked at Anson curiously, and asked with a smile:

"That... When I was looking for you just now, I accidentally saw you standing with Bron, the student of the Black Mage... What were you talking about?"

The atmosphere in the room instantly froze.

An Sen looked back slowly, looked at the second-class judge who looked like a curious baby, and said solemnly: "Good question, that's exactly what I want to say."

The voice fell, and he turned back suddenly to look at a man and a woman at the table:

"Sierra, and Captain Lawrence, I have an important piece of information to report to you!"

"I have important information about the nobles related to the Old God Sect in my hands. There are suspected to be a large number of sponsors of black mages in the Privy Council of the Kingdom. This is probably related to the capital chain of the Old God Sect organization in the outer city that you found!"

"Um?!"

This time it wasn't just Lawrence, the three people in the room showed shocked expressions almost simultaneously.

"You mean...the Black Mage is in the city of Clovis...there are many patrons?"

"That's right!" Anson nodded heavily immediately:

"Otherwise, I don't think a history professor can get a lot of money to support gangsters, or even invest in Old Gods organizations."

"Indeed..." The stunned Lawrence frowned slightly:

"I had a similar guess originally... I didn't expect it to be... um, it's reasonable that Viscount Bogner would resist our inspection."

"This is just my personal suggestion, you'd better do it tonight." Anson glanced at the three people with different expressions:

"I noticed when I came in that many of the guests tonight had provided financial assistance to the Black Mage; Bron's appearance was not an accident, he was here to help the Black Mage stabilize and deepen the relationship with these sponsors. "

"Grab him, you must be able to get the evidence from him that Mace Hornard is the Black Mage!"

The three judges looked at each other.

Looking at the two silent subordinates and Anson's burning eyes, Captain Lawrence pondered for a few seconds, and his eyes slowly fell on Ansen's face:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, thank you for your information, I will seriously consider your suggestion."

Without saying a word, Anson stood up and walked out of the room under the guidance of Cole Dorian; just as he walked down the stairs, there was a sound of "Bang!" closing the door behind him.

An Sen, whose left hand was pressing on the handrail of the stairs, froze in place, his footsteps hanging in the air.

After a minute, he finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no Inquisitors rushing out behind him, and there was no waiting under the stairs to kill his Old God faction.

good, very good.

Now that he has stabilized Bronne, he made him believe that his appearance here tonight was just an accident; at the same time, he also let the people in the inquisition temporarily turn their attention to Bronne.

Mace Hornard has just returned to Clovis City. As long as the Tribunal makes a move on Bron tonight, it will definitely be a big blow to him, and it will definitely be too late to stop him.

Bloane is his cronie, and he is the only person who can stand in his place when he leaves Clovis City. In order to ensure that his identity is not exposed, Mace Hornard will definitely try to rescue or kill Bloane.

In this way, his attention will be temporarily removed from himself and the August family bloodline, the church and the inquisition will also have a head-on conflict with the black mage; and as the head of the storm group, he can stay out of the way~www .wuxiaspot.com ~ wait for the results.

And no matter what the result is, the Black Mage can no longer stay in Clovis City.

Even better, in the eyes of both parties, he still maintains a consistent image of loyalty, there is no risk of "personality collapse", and he is completely innocent.

Simply perfect.

Anson nodded with satisfaction, and walked quickly towards the banquet hall; after confirming the plan, he is not in a hurry now, and even a little looking forward to what he will look like when he actually sees a certain home.

Just as he walked down the stairs and was about to return to the banquet, there was a sudden exclamation in the corridor towards the gate; Anson turned his head subconsciously, and the unsmiling Luther Franz was walking towards him.

So Anson's expression completely froze.

What shocked him was not the Archbishop himself, but a figure walking towards him like him; more precisely, another figure walking with him and talking and laughing, a figure wearing a professor's robe.

Mace Hornard!