I Will Be The Crowned King

The moment he spoke, the paused professor raised his gaze slightly, swept his gentle gaze across Anson's cheeks, and finally settled on the center of the pair of dark brown pupils.

An Sen blinked, with a slight nervousness and anticipation on his face, as if waiting for a student who was instructed by the teacher.

"…Of course, not now."

At the last second of the pause, a smile formed on the corner of Mace Hornard's mouth: "Dear fellow Anson Bach, your most important task now is to solve your own allowance problem and settle down in Clovis City as soon as possible— Have you found a place to live?"

"Yes, I rented an apartment on Bleiman Street in White Lake Park." Anson nodded slightly and looked at the professor respectfully.

"Well, it sounds like a choice you kids would make." Mace Hornard said casually:

"Before I came, I heard that there were some small incidents on Bleiman Street, which seemed to be related to some old believers?"

"No, it's just a cafe that has been reluctant to pay the security company's commission for a long time, and unfortunately encountered a gas leak; when I got to my ears, the matter was over." Anson deliberately lied.

"That's good, but remember to be careful." Mace Hornard looked steady and didn't ask further.

Well, it seems that he really can't control his whereabouts anytime and anywhere, so today's meeting is just a coincidence.

Of course, it is also possible that the other party deliberately wants to believe it.

Before figuring out the tricks of black magic, I have to be vigilant... Anson replied with a chuckle:

"I'll try to pay attention, Professor."

"Being able to not dislike the boring preaching of an old man, it seems that the battlefield has really had a deep impact on you." Mace Hornard said jokingly: "But what makes me more gratified is that the battlefield has not reduced your interest in history. The love of truth."

"You mean..." An Sen's eyes lit up.

"August." The professor nodded slightly:

"In the beginning, like you, I thought it was just a rare but common traditional Clovis name; but as I mentioned in my letter, it was unusual."

"This surname can not be found in the main historical materials of the Clovis Kingdom, but it is occasionally found in many private diaries that have been published, most of the time it appears as a memory, and the description is mostly 'ancient' , 'traditional' and 'closed'... In fact, most of the owners of the diaries seem to have little knowledge of the existence of this family."

"This situation aroused my curiosity to a certain extent and prompted me to continue to explore." Mace Hornard sighed and looked at Anson with interest:

"Dear Anson Bach, do you know the Rune family?"

"I just heard about it, but I don't know much about it." Anson answered truthfully.

Their family background is as old as the era of the establishment of the Clovis Kingdom, but at the same time they are very low-key. Except for occasionally hearing that they are investing in large-scale public facilities or a certain commercial project, they almost never hear that this family has anything politically. Build a tree.

Such a move is very unreasonable for the Clovis nobles - in the Clovis Kingdom, where only nobles can participate in politics, whether a family can have a seat in the Privy Council or the local council is sometimes more important than the title itself.

The loss of a political presence is often the beginning of a family's decline; whatever wealth and land amassed, it is quickly lost within a generation or two.

If it weren't for the "ex-Anson" being a history and conspiracy theory lover, Anson would hardly know they existed.

"In all the records that can be found, almost every mention of the surname August must be related to the Rune family, and sometimes even two surnames appear side by side." Mace Hornard gently Nodding, he tapped the "Clovis Kingdom Heraldry Record" in his hand:

"At first I thought it was just a coincidence; but when these 'coincidences' appear over and over again without leaving any official records, it proves that there must be a problem; a It's impossible to leave no trace of the family."

"In addition, it was vaguely mentioned in some diaries that the August family also seemed to be believers of the old gods; if this is true, then as long as we find the reason for their decline, we may be able to restore part of the cover up. Historical truth!"

The slightly excited Mace Hornard breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and looked at Anson: "All in all, the history of the August family is indeed a very interesting topic, and I will continue to look for it; any new discoveries , I will find a way to tell you by letter."

"At the same time, I suggest that you also use this time to go to St. Isaac's College and several monasteries in the capital - the way to explore knowledge is not only in the library, but also in the classrooms and cafes."

While the two were still talking on the spot, there was a rush of footsteps at the end of the corridor.

"There is a good chance this Friday night." Mace Hornard handed Anson the "Clovis Kingdom Heraldry Record" in his hand:

"I organized a small history seminar club in the college, with students and some decent people outside the school - and most importantly, people who love history"

"If you're interested, you might as well come over. The address is in the cover mezzanine of the book cover."

An Sen, who nodded again and again, with a hint of excitement, took the book handed by the other side with both hands, and glanced at the figure walking from the end of the corridor with the corner of his eye.

It was a man wearing a dark academic robe and a pair of ice blue eyes, about the same age as himself.

"Professor, the carriage is already waiting for you outside."

The footsteps stopped behind Mace Hornard, and the young bachelor said softly, "A message from St. Isaac's College, there is an academic meeting that requires you to attend at 2:30."

"I see." The professor nodded slightly, gave Ansen a wink and turned away.

From beginning to end, the young bachelor with icy blue eyes never glanced at Anson.

An Sen, who stood in the same place from beginning to end, watched the backs of the two leaving, until the sound of footsteps could no longer be heard in the quiet corridor.

So... this is the completion of the preliminary task, UU reading www.uukanshu.com officially started his career in the underground evil organization?

Then this "admission ticket" is your reward?

Looking at the "Crowway Kingdom Heraldry Record" in his hand, An Sen raised his mouth slightly, and the scene of the conversation between the two just started to appear in his mind.

On December 25th, Mace Hornard returned to the capital from Oak Town, and was discovered by the Guard;

Today, because of the backlog of documents and resumes, the Royal Military Academy has invited a group of teachers from St. Isaac's College to help them sort out the redundant documents;

And Mace Hornard was the only professor who took the initiative to apply here;

So if the history professor's encounter with him was an accident, what was the real purpose of bringing him here?

Who knows... Maybe we can find more whereabouts hidden by the professor.

Full of curiosity, Anson held the book in his arms and left in the opposite direction to the exit.