I Will Be The Crowned King

Ten minutes later, Karin Jacques, wearing a black priest's robe, timidly pushed open the door and tiptoed into the room.

As a qualified contraband plus intelligence dealer, a "sensible" informant, and a spellcaster who knows how much he weighs, Carlin Jacques is very aware of the rules of his business, and is extremely good at picking up on them. size.

He generally doesn't do stupid things like proactively contacting customers or even exposing himself.

But this time... uh... a little bit different.

When he first came into contact with the eldest lady of the Franz family, he thought that the other party was a kind of delusional disorder, that the casters were some mysterious characters, and regarded himself as an adventurer who explored the "other side" of the world in the novel, or A detective who unearths the truth hidden in the shadows.

Well, it's like some of those wild, goofy sagas that some novelist published in Clovis Facts.

He did think so at first, but after a short period of careful observation and research on Sophia Franz's past behavior, he found his guess...

Exactly right, without the slightest deviation.

This eldest lady is the purest and most standard fan of legendary novels, and she is a more serious type; she probably often substitutes herself into a certain role in the novel, so that she cannot distinguish between reality and what is described in the novel. What a difference in the world.

Apart from being extremely active and very wealthy, there is little difference between the fanatics in book clubs or novel clubs.

The best proof is that she actually worships Draco Wilters as a **** and regards him as a hero who saves the world.

Although he and he seem to be friends... But Carin Jacques believes from the bottom of his heart that if even a **** like Draco can be considered a "hero", then there are probably only two criteria for selecting a hero in this world.

The first is to look like a human being; the second is to be good at doing things, regardless of whether it is good or bad.

But soon, he realized the difference between this eldest lady and other novel fans.

She is rich.

very rich.

Usually, even if an enemy comes to the door, Carin Jacques can always hide if he wants to hide - of course, the court said another time - after all, the city of Clovis is so big, where is there no hiding place?

But it turns out that it doesn't.

Sophia Franz is not only keen to do it herself, but is also good at using her own advantages; driven by interests, reporters from big and small newspapers in the city and inexperienced reporters are encouraged to use their skills to dig street gossip and search for Carlin. The whereabouts of Jacques.

The unfortunate black-robed priest stood firm for seven days, and then turned himself in.

Months of propaganda and momentum for Stormtrooper, and the open and secret battles between "Kingdom Loyalty News" and "Morning News" have unknowingly made Sophia integrate the various tabloids in Clovis City and become a powerful influence. The power of middle and lower classes of public opinion.

In theory, as long as she wants it, and it's still in Clovis City, there's no chance she won't find it; for Miss Sophia Franz's "big news" and continuous investment, several Thousands of tabloid reporters are willing to go through fire and water, whatever they do.

But that's just one of the reasons, more importantly Sophia Franz she...

She really gave too much.

In front of the salary offered by the Miss Franz family, Carin Jacques suddenly felt that his efforts in the first half of his life were like a joke; he once thought he was living a realistic life, and suddenly began to reflect on the meaning of what he had done before. .

Of course, as a principled person, Carin Jacques, who is tight-lipped, will never reveal half a word of the secrets that are really related to the Truth Society, the Old God Sect and the Church of Order!

She didn't ask anyway, if she did... uh...

Then talk again, talk again.

"Mr. Carin Jacques, sit down."

Seeing the black-robed priest trembling and wiping the sweat off his forehead, Sophia smiled lightly: "What would you like to drink?"

"Oh, you are so polite!" The extremely nervous black-robed priest quickly sat down and forced a smile to Angelica beside him:

"Please give me a glass of water, just plain water."

"Shimizu?" The little maid blinked.

"Yes, boiled, pure water will do."

Swallowing his saliva, the black-robed priest greeted Sophia's curious gaze: "This is a habit I developed before, and I don't drink anything but water."

"Very cautious good habit."

The smiling Sophia gave Angelica a look, and the understanding little maid bowed gracefully to the black-robed priest, then turned and left happily.

While leaving, he did not forget to close the door of the study from the outside.

Looking at the back of the little maid's departure, Sophia didn't put down the coffee cup in her hand until the door was closed: "Mr. Carlin Jacques..."

"exist!"

The black-robed priest was tense all over, not daring to relax for a moment.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm not interrogating you." Sophia gently wiped the coffee stains from the corners of her mouth:

"Have you heard what I told those reporters just now?"

"heard it."

Karin Jacques nodded, he was just next door.

"Then, you should have a general understanding of the specific situation of the Fargod Battlefield and the Iser Elven Battlefield, right?" Sophia continued.

Carin Jacques immediately became vigilant, and his eyes began to flicker: "I just heard about it."

"That's enough." Sophia was very satisfied:

"The situation is like this. Recently, the "Kingdom Loyalty News" and "Morning News" have been suppressing various reports about the Storm Division in an attempt to cover up their outstanding contributions to the Kingdom of Clovis."

"I worry that even if the good news of the Storm Division defeating the Imperial Expeditionary Force comes, it will be overwhelmed by the news of the Old God Sect in the Elven Kingdom of Iser; no matter who defeats the Old God Sect in the end, they will be counted in my account. Stupid bro... I mean, on other people's heads."

Sophia paused slightly: "So, I need your help."

"Then how can I help you?" Carlin Jacques' face was full of "enthusiasm".

"I need an excellent reporter who can interview and report everything that happened there in a completely impartial and objective way." Sophia smiled lightly:

"Perhaps you can help me find out more about the candidates."

"Reporter..." The black-robed priest frowned slightly and thought about it seriously: "How about looking for someone from Clovis Truth?"

"No." Sophia shook her head: "This candidate must be loyal and reliable."

"Reliable... Then send a Whitehall Street agent loyal to the Franz family?"

"He has to know something about the profession of journalists and get the hang of interviewing and reporting."

"Looking for an Army insider?"

"Also have a sufficient understanding of the old gods and spellcasters, and will not shy away from these issues."

"A church insider?"

"You can't have a hostile or contemptuous attitude towards the military, and you can approach the interviewee like a friend."

Sophia paused for a while, and looked at the black-robed priest in front of her with meaningful eyes: "In short... this must be someone I can absolutely trust, have extraordinary abilities, and will never betray me."

"Trustworthy, excellent ability, will not betray..."

The black-robed priest first muttered to himself, then suddenly realized something, and looked at Sophia's meaningful expression: "You, you mean..."

"Dear Mr. Carlin Jacques, can you think of a more suitable candidate besides yourself?" Sophia asked "sincerely".

"I... I am I..."

"Because I don't really care, or in other words, he doesn't want to force you to do such a dangerous thing." Sophia pursed her lips and sighed softly:

"Inquisitor Cole Dorian of the Inquisition, tell me he's been missing you a bit lately and would like you to stop by his office...for a drink."

Drink, have a drink?

The black-robed priest was full of cold sweat.

"So if you don't want to go, I can only tell the truth to Judge Dorian." Sophia sighed regretfully:

"I will tell him that you are very free now, and you can go to the confinement room of Clovis Cathedral to get him a drink at any time..."

"I'm busy!"

Carlin Jacques, who was sweating like a waterfall, was shocked: "I figured it out clearly, this matter is none other than me!"

"Oh?" Sophia blinked curiously:

"You mean, you agree?"

"Yes, I am willing... No! I asked for it, it must be me, no one is more suitable than me!" The black-robed priest breathed quickly:

"I figured it out, I got it... spreading the truth for the masses, that's what my life is all about!"

"But it's dangerous," Sophia advised.

"Not dangerous!" Carin Jacques interrupted by raising his hand directly:

"No... It's because of the danger that it makes sense - the more dangerous it is, the more it proves that there is a fundamental difference between me and those big newspaper reporters who are drinking coffee in the office and fabricating news out of thin air, and the more it proves that our reports are good. It's absolutely objective, absolutely true!"

"Then you are not worried that they will slander you and say that your reports are all made up?"

"Let them slander!" The black-robed priest said righteously:

"The more they show their teeth and hysteria, the more they prove that they are full of fear of the truth; and all I have to do is to tear their false fig leaf and let the public see the truth of the matter!"

"Well said." Sophia was very satisfied:

"I'm not mistaken, you are indeed a reliable person."

"Leave everything to me!"

Carin Jacques slammed his right hand on his left chest with a "crack!" with such a reliable expression.

Since it is so reliable, Sophia certainly will not disappoint his enthusiasm, and immediately handed him a ticket: "The Great Expectations train, the departure time is 5:30 pm, you still have plenty of time to deal with it before that. Other things."

"As for all the tools and salutes you need, I've asked Angelica to prepare them for you - when you go out, you'll see a suitcase in the hallway with everything in it."

"Thank you!"

With gratitude from the bottom of his heart, Carin Jacques resisted the urge to burst into tears and turned to leave the Franz Mansion.

………………

Inner city, Wangdu Central West Station.

Cole Dorian stood on the edge of the platform, wearing standard Inquisitor attire, black triangle hat and leather long-sleeved coat, half of his face hidden under his high collar.

Behind him, more than a dozen people wearing the same attire, or carrying suitcases, or carrying a "violin case", or carrying a "long object" wrapped in cloth, or simply empty-handed trial Officials, lined up neatly, one after another into the train compartment.

"How are you getting ready?"

Staring at his reflection in the opposite car window, Cole asked the female judge behind him without looking back.

"All the judges are ready, and the reinforcements from the headquarters have also departed. It will probably be a little later than us, but it will not be a big problem."

The expressionless Sierra Virgil said in a soft voice, with no hint of sadness or joy in her extremely flat voice: "It doesn't matter if you're late, doesn't it? Anyway, from the beginning, we didn't count on their reinforcements."

"The protagonist of this scene is the Truth-seeking Cult."

"Yeah." Cole Dorian agreed, his eyes flashing with endless desire to challenge:

"This is our shameful battle. Even the people at the headquarters... have to stand aside~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The riot in Clovis City, it is not only the Austrian royal family who has paid a heavy price, but also the church on behalf of the church. The strength of the Inquisition, the supreme deterrent of force, was also questioned in this riot.

Although he eventually succeeded in killing the mastermind behind the scenes, Mace Hornard, the death of Captain Lawrence, coupled with the nearly capture of Clovis Cathedral, even almost allowed the enemy to steal the "Great Magic Book" and the precious steam differential engine. .

For the Truth Seekers, this was a humiliation that made all Clovis judges unable to lift their heads in front of their colleagues and had to be washed away.

For Cole Dorian, only by revitalizing the "famous name" of the Truth-seeking Order can he prove that he is indeed qualified to take over Captain Lawrence's class and wield the axe and spear he left behind.

The melodious whistle sounded, and thick white water vapor instantly filled the entire platform.

"It's almost time." Sierra Virgil looked up at the clock on the platform, and it happened to be five fifteen:

"Aren't you in the car yet?"

Cole Dorian shook his head: "I'm waiting for someone."

"Who?"

"He is..." Before he could speak, Cole Dorian suddenly froze, a hint of surprise in the corner of his eyes:

"Ah, here he is."

Before he finished speaking, the judge took off the triangular hat on his head, revealing his sunny and warm smile, and happily waved at the figure who was suddenly stunned behind him:

"My dear Carin Jacques, when you waited—I thought you weren't coming!"

Looking at all the judges of the Truth Seeking Order who were specially "waiting" for him at the station, the unpredictable black-robed priest froze in place, and the suitcase in his hand fell to the ground with a "crack!".

At this moment, the tears that had been forcibly held back could no longer be contained, and filled his eyes.

... tears of surprise.