I Will Be The Crowned King

"Angelica, what are you doing here?"

In the Franz mansion, Sophia Franz, who was awakened by the lights outside the house, pushed the door and walked out of the bedroom, looking at the little maid who was standing under the corridor light with her hands behind her back and a panic-stricken face.

"No, nothing!"

Reluctantly smiling, Angelica shook her head desperately, her floating eyes dodging Sophia's gaze, and she kept going backwards: "Just, I just can't sleep."

"Can't sleep?"

Looking at the apparently abnormal little maid, the sleepy Sophia woke up instantly, her eyes narrowed like a fox.

"Yes, it's just that the heating in the room is too full, and I can't stay any longer."

The little maid whose eyes were rolling quickly nodded, her smile mixed with a trace of nervousness.

"Oh" Sophia raised her head slightly, with a faint smile on her face:

"Then why don't you come and sleep in my room, just like before, it seems that we haven't slept together for a long time, why don't we sleep together tonight?"

"No, no need! Angelica just needs to come out a little to get some air, just to get some air!" The little maid pressed her back against the wall, with a hint of precaution in her smile:

"Miss Sophia, you still have a lot of things to do tomorrow morning: money from the security army, small loans in the outer city, and Mrs. Katerina's salon, please rest early, don't worry too much about Angelica!"

"Really?"

Following the example of a certain army lieutenant colonel, Sophia pretended to be exaggerated and cared.

"real!"

The little maid nodded subconsciously: "Just a little breath, Angelica will go back to sleep soon, and tomorrow morning we will go to Mrs. Katerina's salon together!"

The voice fell, and two people with completely opposite expressions stood in front of the door and the other in the dimly lit corridor under the wall, and neither left.

The corners of Sophia's mouth rose gracefully.

"Dear Angelica, there are two loopholes in what you just said."

With a tone imitating her father, the smiling Sophia said word by word:

"First of all, you seem to have forgotten that you only complained to me this afternoon that the heating in the room is not very good, so you specially asked for a brazier from the kitchen to keep you warm."

The little maid who froze in place maintained an embarrassed smile as cold sweat ran down her cheeks.

"Secondly" Sophia calmly raised **** and pointed to the study next to the corridor light:

"If I remember correctly, your room has a balcony. If you want to relax, you can open the window. Why do you have to run to my study?"

The little maid twitched her throat hard, and subconsciously wanted to take a step back, making Sophia more confident in her judgment.

"So, my dear Angelica"

Standing in front of the little maid, Sophia, who was a little proud, stretched out her right hand:

"Hand over what you're hiding behind your back?"

A minute later, when Sophia took the spoils of this "little war" from Angelica, her expression quickly changed from smug to confused, then from confused to surprised, her eyes widened with disbelief Stare at the man's name in the newspaper.

"Detective Yasen, by Draco Vertus?!"

Sophia exclaimed and suddenly looked up at the little maid: "So he has been serializing on the Clovis Truth?!"

The frightened little maid dared not speak.

"Then why didn't anyone tell me no, why did he still publish novels in the newspaper and not be arrested by the guards?!"

Sophia asked eagerly, "Is it my father, or did someone from the Inquisition intervene?!"

"Ann, Angelica doesn't know, really doesn't know!"

The little maid shrank her neck, her cheeks flushed pink because of nervousness:

"But this novel has indeed been serialized on the Clovis Truth, and the speed of the recent update has been faster and faster. There was only one story a week at the beginning, and it would be published in two or three days later. Now it is updated almost every day!"

"It's all new stories?"

"No, it's all the same story."

The uneasy little maid recalled a little: "It is about the great detective Yasen who came to Xiaolong City, the capital of the empire, and inadvertently participated in the conspiracy of a group of old gods, and then revealed the truth behind the conspiracy step by step. "

"Recently, the story is coming to an end, and what you have in your hand is the latest issue. With the help of his good friend and young Lesser, Yasen sneaked into the party of the old gods, ready to catch all the behind-the-scenes messengers. "

Thoughtfully looking at the newspaper in her hand, Sophia did not notice what the little maid said behind her.

Draco could not have imagined that his act of publishing the novel in the newspaper would attract the attention of the Guards and others, but he continued to publish it, and the frequency of publishing it became more and more frequent.

No, there is something wrong with this novel, and it is very likely that Draco Wilts is trying to deliver a message!

Numerous guesses flashed through Sophia's mind one by one, and a solemn look appeared in the eyes of the little maid:

"Angelica, are there any more recent issues of the Clovis Truth?!"

In the attic of the Crown Tavern where the cold wind was whistling, An Sen, who was so shocked that he was speechless, froze in place, so that half of his body was wet from the cold rain without realizing it.

"I-I recap what you just said."

Taking a deep breath, Anson, who was startled and dizzy by Draco's words, tried to calm himself down, and said with a slightly trembling voice:

"All in all, due to various reasons, the outer city is already a barrel of dynamite, and it is useless to kill a few old gods gangsters and spellcasters. It is only a matter of time before the riots sweeping the entire capital, and the number will be 100,000? "

"That's right."

The smiling Draco spoke lightly, as if the two were discussing only the plot of the novel: "There may be more, or less than we guessed, but I think at least the worst should be considered first."

"I think the problem has nothing to do with the number of people." Anson rolled his eyes weakly:

"If the Guards can make adequate preparations in advance for a riot of 100,000 people, there should be no problem, but the problem is that they have no idea that the riot will have this level of scale, and think there will be at most 10,000 or 20,000 people."

"They will be torn to shreds by unarmed ordinary people who think they can manipulate them."

Anson, muttering to himself, stared motionlessly at Draco who was smiling at him in front of him:

"And you want me and the storm group to be less than a thousand people to stop these angry mob?"

"You don't need to block them, all you have to do is guard Clovis Cathedral." Draco shook his head, pointing out the error in Anson's language:

"In any case, the nobles and guards in the city will not watch the Austeria Palace being captured by the thugs, and that will be a huge blow to the Kingdom of Clovis. They will defend the palace at all costs, but it is a big deal. Not the church."

"Once the cathedral is captured, the Church of Order will have an excuse to intervene in this matter. More importantly, Clovis Cathedral is the most central financial institution in the kingdom. If something goes wrong, hundreds of factories and chambers of commerce will be affected by this incident. The riots will go bankrupt, countless ordinary people will be displaced because of unemployment, and things will not only get better because of this riot, but will get worse!"

"Clovis City will become a purgatory on earth overnight!"

"So some people may think that the Royal Palace is the most important building in Clovis City, but in fact Clovis Cathedral is the key to everything. By keeping it here, we can minimize the damage caused by the riot."

Draco showed Anson an extremely sincere expression: "Ansenbach, only you can do all this and become the hero who saves Clovis City!"

"No, I think you may trust me too much!" Anson's mouth twitched wildly.

What a joke, that's 100,000 people!

What is the concept of 100,000 people? All the hawkers in the entire inner city, from the king to the roadside, add up to 300,000!

"The most important thing is why me?"

"Because you are the vigilante commander of the Church of Order, only you can persuade Archbishop Luther Franz not to abandon Clovis Cathedral when the riots begin!"

Draco said without hesitation:

"The most important thing is that only you will really believe me and not take all this as the nonsense of a lunatic who treats reality as fiction."

No, there's at least one more person who believes in your nonsense more than I do. Anson twitches at the corners of his mouth and has a certain detective novel fanatic in his mind.

He looked at the novelist with a sincere expression in front of him, and took a deep breath helplessly:

"Well, let's say I really believe you, let's say I've successfully persuaded Archbishop Luther, and let's say I can hold Clovis Cathedral under the siege of 100,000 thugs and then what?"

No matter how you look at it, this doesn't look like a situation that can end easily.

"If this is the case, then as a representative of the rioters, I will persuade His Majesty Carlos II and all the nobles who were in the palace at that time to accept their conditions."

An Sen was stunned: "What, what did you say?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Ansenbach, you heard it right, I will persuade the king and the nobles of the Privy Council to implement a new bill for the protection of the rights and interests of low-level civilians in work."

Draco Wiltston took a moment and said calmly, "This is the only and best way to solve this matter."

"The vast majority of them lost their source of income because they were fired from the factory, or lost their land in their hometowns, and were used by the old gangsters. They deceived ordinary people who only wanted a job. A job that will give them a stable place to live and hot food.”

"Let's be honest, they don't really want much, but if these ordinary people who have been bewitched by the old gods are allowed to pour out their anger desperately, things will only get worse."

With a faint smile, Draco Vertes continued: "So someone must stand up and prevent the worst from happening."

"So that's why you're here tonight?" Anson still didn't quite understand:

"What does all this have to do with you?"

According to Draco, no matter whether he intervenes or not, the dead guards will be slaughtered by themselves and the thugs bewitched by the old gods, and the entire Clovis city will usher in an unprecedented turmoil.

But in any case, the guards were finished, and he didn't even need to take such a seemingly pointless risk himself to wait for the real murderer of his brother to kill himself.

"No, you're wrong." Draco suddenly approached, and pressed Anson's shoulder with a "crack!"

"None of this. This storm that is destined to sweep across the entire Clovis Kingdom and even the whole world has something to do with each of us. The only difference is whether we know it or not."

Looking at his serious expression, An Sen, who was restless, didn't know what to say for a while.

"Ansenbach, there are many similarities between you and me five years ago."

An Sen was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that he was talking about the Beigang incident that nearly triggered a war five years ago.

"Not long after I left Clovis City, a Northport newspaper hired me. I occasionally did some part-time jobs such as detectives. My monthly income allowed me to rent a two-hundred-square-meter apartment and hire a maid."

The novelist who stood up smiled casually:

"At the time, I really thought life would go on like this until a group of sailors rebelled and the North Harbor incident broke out."

"When the situation was at its worst, I had the idea of ​​escaping alone more than once, but the fact was that it was impossible for the Empire, Clovis, and the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea to seal off the entire North Port from both land and water, and no one could escape. "

"So I understood one thing, if I want to leave Beigang alive, I have to do something, instead of sitting still and thinking that I can wait until the rebellion is over and start a new comfortable life."

"That's my reason, Ansenbach, and that's what I'm trying to use to convince you that if you're not going to be engulfed by this storm that's destined to hit us all, you must give up your delusions of ease and be careful. Think about what you are going to do, what are you going to get, what are you going to change?"

"Because if you don't do it, someone else will do it, fight for it, change it and when the time comes, you, I, we are the ones who are deprived and changed."

The voice fell, and Draco ended the night's chat, stood up and left Ansenbacher who was in shock and confusion.

In the study room of Franz's mansion on the other side of the city, a girl who was even more shocked than him was lying on the desk. In front of it was a table full of all the Clovises from January to the present. truth report. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The astonished pupils constantly swept across the slightly yellowed handwriting, which was the story of the latest issue of Detective Yasen:

"No, my friend. Yasen said to me in a sighing tone: This is not an accident, a case, a conspiracy, but a war, a terrible war! As if worried that I could not understand, he specially aggravated it. tone"

"War? I really don't understand how a group of insidious and cunning rats who are only worthy of living in dirty sewers, despised by noble gentlemen and knights, and used by evil mages of the Old God's Sect, start a war against the nobles?"

"They have no armor! I emphasize: they have no muskets, no discipline, no order, no amount of numbers can win a war, why would they be stupid enough to win a war that is doomed to lose?"

"No, it has nothing to do with winning or losing. Yasen emphasized again, I have never seen his expression so serious: it is precisely because they are already so humble that they will resist desperately, even if they know they are being used, they must resist! "

"This is the bitter fruit planted by all of us, the retribution for our harm to them, and the punishment for us by the ring of order, because this time the murderer is not them"

"It's us!"