I will be crowned king

The old man sat behind the desk and looked at Anson silently.

His expression looked very plain, and it couldn't even be called serious. His deep and cold eyes were slightly similar to Ludwig's, but completely different.

But Anson felt unprecedented pressure, and the cold touch was like tarsal maggots crawling on his back, burrowing into his skull from the back of his neck.

"I have to admit, His Excellency Anson Bach..."

Archbishop Luther looked at Anson intently: "You are very good at making up stories."

Anson was slightly startled.

"No, you misunderstood; I didn't intentionally deceive Miss Sophia before, it was just because..."

"You know there is a powerful enough force behind her, but you don't know who it is." Archbishop Luther interrupted him, gently stirring the already cold coffee with his right hand:

"You need to get enough information from her, and after learning that she is likely to be related to the church, you try to win her trust... So, you made up a seamless story."

Ansen opened his mouth but stopped talking.

"And now in order to win my trust, you have told another completely different story." Archbishop Luther said calmly:

"At the same time, you are not afraid of being suspected for 'lying', because you have already won Ludwig's trust and guessed that since he will give you a letter of recommendation, he must have informed me of your existence. "

Facing the eyes that seemed to see through him, Anson kept smiling and tried his best to calm down.

“All lies and concealments can be interpreted as thoughtfulness and caution and become part of your story.”

Archbishop Luther paused briefly and placed the spoon on the tray of the coffee cup: "You know...after listening to your story, I thought of another story."

"It tells the story of an officer who accidentally came into contact with the Old Gods, but found that he could not escape; in order to protect his terrible little secret, he kept making up completely different lies to different people, but because he had told lie, and have to continue to make up new lies, never ending.”

"Sorry, I don't have as good an eloquence as you. I can turn the same thing into two completely different stories, each of which sounds immersive... Does it sound like a very boring story?"

Hmm, it sounds like a matryoshka story... Smiling Anson swallowed.

Archbishop Luther chuckled, and a playful look flashed across his pupils: "Relax, Your Excellency Anson Bach."

"When you candidly tell me that you are an 'Old God Sect' and can still sit firmly on this chair, you should know that I will not do anything to you; I am not talking to you about these things. To make you nervous."

Anson, who was restless in his chair, didn't know how to answer this sentence.

"You know, if the person sitting across from you now is Ludwig, my... son who will never obey." A subtle expression appeared on Archbishop Luther's face:

"If you dared to let him know that you didn't tell him the truth and even cheated on his sister, he wouldn't wait until now to put you in jail."

No, he will personally take out his gun and shoot me to death... Anson complained silently in his heart.

"But you are lucky, or very smart, because I am the one sitting here now." Taking a sip of the cold coffee, the old man looked directly at Anson:

"Just as I would always tolerate my children, I have no problem with people who work for me hiding little secrets - especially if their 'secrets' make their jobs easier. "

Anson frowned slightly.

Judging from the meaning of the other party's words, he didn't seem to care that he had joined the Old God Sect organization, or even whether he was lying, but...

"You want me to join the Church of Order?"

"On the contrary, I hope you can continue to be in the army." Archbishop Luther put down the coffee cup and said slowly:

"But in the meantime, I'm going to give you a job, or a proposal."

Um?

Anson was a little confused about what he meant: "What proposal?"

"The proposal is that if you are unwilling to accept this job, then you can keep your 'little secrets' - as long as you don't cause any trouble, I guarantee that no member of the Judgment Knights or the Tribunal will, Come to your home to investigate." Archbishop Luther changed the subject:

"In the meantime, you can continue your 'investigation' until you get more evidence, and then report it to me or the Church of Order; the Church will keep your existence secret and will lend a helping hand when your life is in danger. "

"Other than that, you're free."

The old man pushed the coffee cup aside, leaning forward slightly with a serious expression.

Anson thought for a moment and said calmly: "Then...what if I accept this 'job'?"

"That's another thing." Archbishop Luther said calmly: "If you accept this job, I can give you greater authority, but this will also restrict your freedom."

"On top of that, you're going to be subject to a level of surveillance - a friendly reminder that it's not just from the church."

"Can I ask what this job is?" Anson sat upright and asked tentatively.

"No, unless you decide to accept it." Archbishop Luther shook his head regretfully: "Otherwise, it is impossible for me to reveal anything about it to you, let alone what it is."

“If I don’t even know what my job is, how can I make decisions?”

Anson was stunned.

"That's your problem, Your Excellency Anson Bach. The decision is in your hands." Archbishop Luther shook his head lightly: "Besides, you seem to have some misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand?"

"Yes...I just said 'prepare' to leave it to you, but that doesn't necessarily mean I might go back on my word."

"..."

Looking at Ansen who was hesitant to speak, the old man slowly straightened his back and took a long breath to relieve the physical fatigue after sitting for a long time, but his eyes were still bright:

"I will give you three days to think carefully about whether to accept this job; and during this time, I will also carefully consider whether I should give this job to you."

"After three days, whether you accept it or not, you must return to this study and give me an answer."

Archbishop Luther raised his right hand and tapped the desk lightly with his knuckles.

"Boom, boom, boom."

After the voice fell, the closed study door was slowly pushed open. Angelica, dressed in a black and white maid uniform, stood outside the door, lowered her head and held her breast in her arms, and curtsied:

"Master Luther."

"It's getting late, and my guest is already a little tired." Luther Franz's eyes fell on Anson's stiff face:

"Go and prepare a carriage for him."