I will be crowned king

Walking through the empty streets, Anson, who was suppressing a smile, and Sophia, who was in despair, came to the closed door of the newspaper office; on the muddy ground, randomly discarded newspapers and smashed wooden signboards screamed " "Creak" sound.

Obviously, they were taken one step ahead by the Guards:

In order to catch a certain talkative novelist, these hysterical "quasi-unemployed" officers not only raided the entire newspaper office, arrested all editors and staff, but also "carefully" put a seal on the locked door:

"It is the responsibility of every citizen to cooperate with the work of the Guards."

"Participation in Old Gods activities is seriously harmful to health."

Looking at the familiar slogan on the seal, Anson, who didn't know what to say, turned his head, chuckled and looked at the girl who was about to have disappointment written on her face:

"Are you still going in? They may have taken away all the clues they can find."

"certainly!"

Gritting her teeth, Sophia recovered from her loss in an instant, tugged on her collar, and glanced at Anson pretending to be arrogant: "How could you give up so easily when you are a member of the Franz family?!"

Anson shrugged. He had heard similar remarks from a knight: "Then stand back and I will find a way to open the door first."

"How to do?"

Sophia took two steps back cautiously, and while turning around, the corner of her eye always stayed on Anson; she had not forgotten that the guy in front of her, who lied as naturally as he breathed, was most likely a spell caster like Miller Vertes.

How was he going to open a locked door... by magic? What kind of magic...conjures a master key? Control the shadow? The flame that melts the iron chain? Or is it a bone blade that can cut iron like clay protruding from the fingertips?

Countless speculations entered the girl's mind. Her increasingly rapid breathing seemed to allow her to hear her own heartbeat. Her sore eyes stared at Anson's every move without blinking, for fear that she would miss something crucial. detail.

She saw Anson look around cautiously, carefully put his right hand into his coat, and then...take out a revolver!

Sigh...revolver?

"boom!"

Thunderous bangs echoed over the empty streets, and faint smoke drifted over the locked doors.

"This, this is what you said...how to open the door?"

Sophia was stunned on the spot.

"Otherwise?" With a casual trick, Anson turned his head and looked at the girl with disappointment written on her face as a matter of course:

"I was pulled out temporarily by you, and I didn't bring a lockpick with me...Besides, is there a faster and more convenient way to open the door than this?"

The iron ropes that are temporarily fixed on the door just look strong. In fact, all you need to do is loosen the key parts with a gun, and then apply force...

"Boom!"

Anson kicked open the locked door and walked towards the newspaper office.

Behind the door is a slightly dark hall. The traces of dust on the ground can tell that there were at least dozens of desks and office equipment of similar size. They were large and small, messy and covered with muddy footprints. Throughout the room, shapeless garbage was piled in the corners.

The empty hall was filled with a smell that was slightly different from the outside, mixed with the smell of mold, ink and something burned; frowning Anson turned around and saw that Sophia had already "searched" the hall.

"Well, all the clues here have been destroyed by the Guards... Damn it."

Waving the magnifying glass she got out of nowhere, a slightly disappointed Sophia raised her head and looked at Anson: "I want to go upstairs to take a look. You are here to guard. Remember to inform me if anything happens."

"No problem." Anson shrugged with his hands in his pockets and asked as if he suddenly remembered:

"Then how should I inform you?"

"Well..." Sophia groaned and thought seriously for a moment, then took out a small silver whistle from her pocket and threw it to Anson. The coat of arms of the Ring of Order was engraved on it:

"This is the standard equipment of the Tribunal of the Church of Order. It can emit a very penetrating sound that is far more powerful than an ordinary whistle."

Looking at the overly delicate silver whistle in his hand, Anson bit it in his mouth, and then gently applied force:

"Beep——!!!"

The sharp whistle sounded like a sword, causing the two unprepared people to cover their ears instantly.

Feeling the dizziness caused by the high-decibel sound, Anson immediately understood what a "penetrating sound" meant - almost like being shot in the face.

"It...can also emit...four musical scales." Sophia, covering her ears, tried her best to remain reserved and wanted to throw the magnifying glass into Anson's face:

"My father said that when the judges of the trial court arrested spellcasters, they used this thing to pass information to each other."

Use this thing to convey information...Are you sure they are not a group of people suffering from severe ear infections?

Looking at the girl who couldn't wait to run up to the second floor as if running for her life, Anson really wanted to roll his eyes.

He didn't think that the newspaper office, which had been ransacked by the Guards like locusts crossing the border, would have any clues left for Sophia to "discover", although he really hoped that she could find something as soon as possible so that he could leave this place as soon as possible. In a place full of stench, go to Old William's Cafe and buy a cake that will make Lisa happy again.

It takes at least an hour's drive from Jiuqiang Street to Baihu Park. According to Lisa's increasingly cunning talk since arriving in the royal capital, the time she will waste is probably directly proportional to the size of the cake...

Standing in the empty hall, Anson sighed and quickly glanced at the street outside and the stairs behind him, and cracked the knuckle of his index finger with his right hand inserted in his pocket.

Along with a slight tingling in my temples, all the corners of the building suddenly came to my mind.

The building is divided into four floors - the ground floor is the public office hall, the second floor is the rooms and conference rooms of various departments, the third floor and the top loft are the staff dormitories and storage rooms.

With his eyes closed, Anson kept flashing back images of every corner of the building in his mind, including a girl with a detective fascination who was holding a magnifying glass in an old corridor with great interest and rummaging around aimlessly.

He planned to try to find some "suspicious clues" himself, and then find a way to "tip" Sophia so that she could discover it on her own initiative - this would save time and sell an extra favor.

In the end, judging from the fact that even though he didn't say a word at the Black Mage's party, she could actually imagine him as Draco Vertes, Anson thought that his impromptu plan was perfect.

It seems that occasionally being unprepared and adapting to circumstances is not such a bad thing...

boom!

The inner soliloquy suddenly stopped, and a sharp stabbing pain struck without warning, like a sharp knife piercing the top of the skull!

Anson, who was in a daze, froze in place at this moment, his mind felt like a stone was thrown into the lake, and the scene he saw began to gradually break up, constantly mixing and mixing into countless colors.

Plop!

Anson knelt down on one knee and supported the ground with only one hand. His left hand was half-flexed and pressed firmly on his chest, where his heart was. He gritted his teeth and endured the stinging sensation of being burned by the flames.

This state lasted for about ten seconds, and gradually disappeared as the "superpower" faded, until finally only a slight burning sensation in the chest was left; Anson, who was kneeling on one knee, gasped slightly, staring at the ground with his wide eyes. A wet floor tile.

A foul-smelling breeze blew from outside the door, and Anson was immediately awakened by a burst of coldness from behind, and his chaotic consciousness became much clearer.

There's something weird in this building!

It was slightly different from the last time in Thunder Castle. That time, Kroger noticed his power as soon as it was activated and was counterattacked; this time, it was just the opposite. There was no reaction at first, but he waited until he When his attention moved, it aroused a reaction from a certain being.

In other words, is there really something extraordinary in this newspaper? !

Anson stood up immediately and ran towards the stairs without much thought - no matter what was in this building, he didn't intend to have anything to do with it now.

He quickly reached the second floor, and as soon as he walked into the corridor that was so narrow that only two people could pass, he saw Sophia pushing out the door from a room the size of an apartment bathroom, her head lowered and her expression a little disappointed.

"Hey, why are you up here?" Sophia turned back alertly and looked at Anson who was covered in sweat:

"Is anyone coming this way?"

"...Yes, I seem to have been attracted by the sound of the gunshot just now." Anson lied very naturally:

"They are not far from here and are already coming this way. If we leave now, we still have time to avoid them and rent a carriage."

"But I haven't found any clues about Draco's whereabouts yet..." Sofia frowned slightly, feeling a bit confused, but suddenly realized in the next second:

"Are you lying to me?"

"This..." Unexpectedly, Anson's eyes widened, his expression extremely innocent:

"How could I lie to you?!"

"Why not, you liar who lies as naturally as breathing!" Sophia immediately retorted sharply: "Don't forget, what happened last time is not over yet!"

"...Okay, even if I am a liar, you always need a reason to lie, right?" Anson spread his hands helplessly: "What reason can I have to lie to you?!"

reason……

Sophia, who held her chin lightly with her right hand, nodded slightly and fell into a brief confusion; the next second, the girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she snapped her fingers with a "pop!"

"I understand, you are planning to hide the truth, right?!"

Um? Anson didn't react for a moment.

"Anson Bach, the fact that you met me today was an accident beyond your expectation, so you didn't know my purpose before getting in the car; but after learning about today's destination from my mouth, you quickly understood A sophisticated and bold plan was designed." Sophia sneered:

"You first pretend to cooperate, and then wait until the time is right and use this method to trick me into leaving. In this way, I will not have the whereabouts of Draco without finding any clues, and at the same time I will have a certain amount of trust in you."

"Using this extremely clever and slightly risky method, you can achieve two goals at the same time: cover up your cooperative relationship with Draco Vertes, and also hide an important clue hidden in this newspaper." !”

"It's really yours, Anson Bach!"

Looking at the girl with raised lips and sharp eyes, the expressionless Anson said "pop!" and slapped her head with her right hand.

He was truly in awe of the girl's powerful brain power.

In the brief silence, the sound of a carriage suddenly came from a distance outside the empty building.

And there's obviously more than one.

The expression of the girl who clearly heard the voice froze. Before she could recover from the joy of "solving the case", she heard a loud "Boom!". The "prisoner" who had been exposed by herself had already kicked open the door and broke in. Entered the dormitory on the side of the wall.

"Oh, Anson Bach, you..."

The angry girl walked into the dormitory while complaining. Before she could say anything, she saw Anson, who was leaning by the window, glared at her and pressed her shoulder with his right hand:

"Squat down!"

"Someone is outside!"

Sophia, who had no time to resist, only felt a stinging pain on her shoulder, and her body was pressed to the ground without any resistance; she clenched her mouth tightly and stared nervously at Anson who was leaning against the window.

A few minutes later, five carriages stopped outside the newspaper office.

More than twenty people got off the somewhat dilapidated carriage; they were wearing different styles, but they all wore old and damaged coats. They were stout and looked very powerful; almost all of them had tools such as hammers or axes on their waists. , and occasionally there were a few holding revolvers or homemade improvised firearms.

The leader was a middle-aged man who looked very capable. He wore a striped coat and a bowler hat that were much more refined than the others. He had a pipe in his mouth and carried a large-caliber old-fashioned trumpet gun in his right hand.

Gangster?

With the outbreak of the war, the negligence of the Guards led to the gradual deterioration of the order in the royal capital. Clovis City, where law and order broke down and crime was frequent, began to give birth to these "vibrant social groups". However, unlike the mobs that purely vented violence, most of them Only active in a fixed area.

For the current crime-ridden capital, gangs composed of labor unions and veterans are probably the most destructive type... Years of hard work have given them a very strong physique, and their salary is so meager that they can barely make ends meet. and subsidies also induce them to commit crimes.

But no matter how powerful the gangs are, they generally will not easily enter the inner city; not to mention that the Guards have not degenerated to the point where they cannot even defeat the gangs. Those wealthy streets usually hire security companies with loaded guns and live ammunition. The combat effectiveness is not inferior to that of the levy army.

So what is it that makes this group of gangsters dare to come to the old wall street that has just been swept away by the Guards?

Just when Anson was confused, another figure stepped out of the carriage; he wore a bowler hat and a high-collar trench coat similar to the others, looked up in the direction of the newspaper office, and then walked to the side of the gang leader. Talk quietly.

At this moment, Anson's eyes widened.

Although it only took a blink of an eye, even though it only lasted a few seconds...but when the other person looked up at the newspaper building, he clearly saw that person...

Has a pair of ice blue eyes!

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