I will be crowned king

"...At 12:35 on January 24, the 100th year of the Saint's Calendar, a gas leak occurred again in a newspaper building located on Jiuqiang Street in the Royal Capital; a group of thugs took the opportunity to occupy the building and threatened important finances and hostages..."

"...The brave and fearless Guards rushed to the scene immediately, exchanged fire with the thugs and quickly killed all of them. A close confidant of the Guards Commander told this reporter that this incident once again proved the need to enforce martial law throughout the city during the war. Sex, but all riots are still under control..."

"...According to informed sources, there are suspected signs of Old God sect activities behind this incident; in order to prevent evil heresies from harming our faith, the Church of Order has announced its intervention in a high-profile manner and advised devout believers to report suspicious people around them. Stay vigilant and report any findings immediately..."

"...If you are still interested in the follow-up development of this incident, please actively subscribe to the "Clovis Truth Newspaper". This newspaper has a series of promotions recently. For details, please refer to..."

"Snapped!"

With a muffled sound, Anson slapped the newspaper in his hand on the table.

"So...this thing was just a...um...misunderstanding from beginning to end?"

Under the dim kerosene lamp, Anson, who was coughing softly, looked at the man and woman sitting opposite him, and asked with a slightly hesitant tone.

After the words fell, in the dark room that was closed on all sides, a certain awkward atmosphere suddenly filled the depressing environment.

"Uh...that's basically it."

The young man sitting on the left rubbed his hands and looked at Anson with an indifferent chuckle:

"We...ahem...the church received a tip about Draco Vertes and the Black Mage, so we prepared a plan on the top floor of the "Clovis Truth" newspaper building where Draco is very likely to appear. Bait, hoping to get the Black Mage to take the bait.”

So what I sensed in the newspaper lobby was actually a trap set by the Church of Order... Anson, who was complaining in his heart, casually asked:

"So...what is that 'bait'?"

"Oh, you're talking about that..." The young judge, who narrowed his eyes, chuckled:

"That's kept secret."

Anson's mouth twitched.

Well, that's right, how could such a secret be told to others so easily... Anson shrugged indifferently, since he didn't have any expectations from the beginning anyway.

"But...well, actually it doesn't matter if I tell you. It's not a very important secret anyway." The young judge changed the topic and glanced sideways at the long-haired female judge beside him who remained silent:

"It's the Great Magic Book—one of the most important sacred objects of the cult of the Old Gods, which was born between the 20th year before the Saints' Calendar and the first year of the Saint's Calendar."

The young judge with an easy-going expression chuckled and explained: "It is said that it records all the magic from ancient times to the present and the truth about the fall of the three old gods!"

All magic? !

Anson's expression was slightly surprised, but he quickly noticed the problem in the other party's words:

"It is said?"

"You responded very quickly, Your Excellency Anson Bach." The young judge's eyes lit up and he nodded with a smile:

"According to the records of the Church of Order, the "Great Magic Book" is divided into three parts, twelve volumes, and forty-eight volumes, corresponding to the three evil gods believed by the Old Gods: Mutt, the King of Dark Magic, Pluto the Extraordinary, and the Controller of Fate. Ayton.”

"Although most of them have been missing for nearly a hundred years, the church has been searching hard and has a lot of clues."

"What we know so far is that there are four volumes of the forty-eight Great Magic Books in the entire city of Clovis. One of them is now sealed in Clovis Cathedral. In other words, there are at least three volumes scattered throughout the city. And the Black Mage has been trying to combine these four volumes into a complete volume..."

"I understand." Anson nodded:

"So you plan to use this big magic book in your hand to lure the black mage to show up?"

"After all, he is a professor at St. Isaac's College. It is a bit difficult to arrest him directly without evidence." The young inquisitor smiled and shrugged:

"Of course, the plan failed in the end. The Black Mage didn't take the bait. He just sent a gangster controlled by him and provoked the troublesome Guards. What happened after that... Haha, you should know everything. "

The Guards encircled and suppressed the gang. The gang leader Wissam, who was unwilling to die, opened the "Death Horn" potion left to him by the black mage. The Inquisition, sensing that something was wrong, cleared the place in time.

"So...what do you want me to do?"

After figuring out the cause and effect of the whole thing, Anson asked in confusion: "Black mages, guards, gangsters... what do these have to do with me?"

The young judge did not answer immediately, but turned to look at the female judge next to him, and looked at the innocent-looking Anson with a playful expression:

"On the contrary, Your Excellency Ansen Bach, everything here is related to you."

"What's the meaning?"

Anson blinked and asked with a sincere expression.

"Black Mage, Guardsman, Gangster."

The young judge restrained his smile slightly, and under the dim gas light, he raised three fingers on his right hand:

"Without the information you provided, it would probably have been a long time before we discovered the true identity of the Black Mage, and this operation would have been impossible."

"The reason why the Guards appeared in the newspaper building is because of the clues you carried about Draco Wirts;"

"As for the gangsters, it seems that you are innocent in this matter; but if you consider the relationship between you and Mace Honnard...that is, the Black Mage, there seems to be some indirect connection."

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, please forgive me, but maybe you didn't even notice it yourself." The young judge raised the corner of his mouth slightly:

"When you take the Iron Sky train and step on the floor tiles on the platform of the Royal Capital Central West Station, you have become one of the core of this storm and play a very important role."

"As the law enforcement organization of the Church of Order, it is impossible for the Inquisition to ignore your existence."

"……clear."

After a moment of silence, Anson sighed and quickly returned to normal, looking at the other party with a solemn expression: "What do you need me to do?"

Although I really want to avoid it, it is expected that this situation will occur; after all, the other party is the Church of Order, and it is impossible to let down my guard against someone suspected of being an Old God sect so easily.

"Ahem!" The young judge cleared his throat, put his hands on the table, and came closer with a slightly overly attentive smile:

"Well, Your Excellency Anson Bach, may I ask..."

"You have no interest in the Inquisition?"

"What?"

Anson was stunned and looked at the young inquisitor in stunned silence.

"Oh, didn't you hear clearly? Then let me say it again, are you interested..."

"No, no, no... I heard you clearly!" Anson quickly raised his hand to interrupt, looking at the young judge with a stunned expression on his face, who was very interested and wanted to say it again:

"You want me to join the Tribunal?!"

Anson was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He simply didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.

What should I do if I am a new spellcaster of a heretical evil organization and receive an invitation to join the church’s most powerful law enforcement group? !

"You look surprised, um...but it's not difficult to understand."

The young inquisitor shrugged and chuckled: "But you misunderstood, we are not asking you to join the inquisition - that requires a very strict belief review and piles of procedures - I mean, I hope you can Consider working with us.”

"Cooperation?" Anson raised his eyebrows:

"How to cooperate?"

"The specific matters will be discussed after you agree. I can't tell you yet...but I can give you a general direction." The young judge smiled and said:

"As far as I know, your Storm Regiment is still recruiting officers, right?"

Anson nodded, this matter was not a secret.

"When the recruitment officially begins, we hope you can reserve... uh... three places for us." The judge chuckled and stretched out his right hand and gestured towards Anson:

"Don't worry, it doesn't have to be an important position, and we won't interfere with your command, as long as it allows us to move freely most of the time."

"That's it, anything is fine?" Anson asked with some confusion.

He could probably guess that the other party planned to use this method to monitor him, but he originally thought that the other party would force him to be an adjutant or captain of the guard, but he didn't expect that he would be so easy to talk to. It was completely different from the stereotype in the memory of "former Anson" .

Noticing the change in Anson's expression, the young judge snorted and smiled self-deprecatingly:

"Ah... yes, I understand your confusion; indeed, although the Inquisition has a good reputation, it is definitely not a good one; all the tabloid stories and legends about our group probably have nothing to do with being approachable."

"For example, I read something in the Clovis Truth Newspaper, which said that the happiest moment for a Circle of Order believer is when the Inquisitor knocks on the door in the middle of the night and asks, 'Is Hans living here?' He can happily answer 'No, he lives next door to me.' Haha!"

"……Feel sorry."

"It doesn't matter, we are used to these, and we are used to those who are a hundred times more vicious than this." The young judge waved his hands happily:

"But actually if you think about it carefully, we just help ordinary people choose a slightly special profession; yes, we sometimes seem to be jerks, but that's just a job requirement; we also have a family to care for. They rely on salary and allowances to support themselves, but they also have to worry about rent and schooling for their children.”

"Let's put it this way, Your Excellency Anson Bach, the reason why I chose to be a judge, apart from my faith, is that the job offers one-third more salary than the civilian salary, and I receive six subsidies a year. Apply for a small, interest-free loan at your church.”

No, your profession is not just "slightly special"... Anson forced out a smile and nodded at the other party:

"I understand, I understand."

"It's great that you understand!" The young judge breathed a sigh of relief:

"Of course, we are definitely not asking you to pay for it in vain - I also understand that this feeling of being watched is definitely uncomfortable - in return, we can open the library and weapons workshop of the Inquisition to you."

"The weapons workshop of the Trial is a semi-independent institution of the Church of Order. It has technical authority that exceeds the level of the entire Order world and can create special weapons, armor and props for you."

"As for the library... it is the educational institution used by the Tribunal to train new people; we have a more complete and better method of cultivating bloodline power than most ancient families."

Having said this, the young judge suddenly smiled mysteriously: "Even...even if you want to become a caster who masters magic, it's not impossible."

Um? !

Anson was stunned again: "You, you mean..."

"That's right, unlike what many people think, we do not exclude spellcasters." The young judge nodded matter-of-factly:

"Of course, in order to prevent the inquisitors from being eroded by heretical beliefs due to the power of magic, any spellcaster registered in the Inquisition must be monitored by two or more inquisitors, and every move must be reported to the superior, so Not many Inquisitors are willing to become spellcasters."

"If you really have any plans in this regard, I suggest that you better prepare yourself mentally in advance." The young judge reminded carefully.

"...I understand." Anson nodded solemnly.

This was an unexpected surprise - although Anson did not intend to get more knowledge about curse magic from the trial, he still gave himself a second option besides the black mage.

What's more important is that if you are about to be exposed one day, you can avoid the fate of being caught by the steam valve by accepting the surveillance of the trial court.

"Very good. It happens that I have finished all I need to say." The young judge chuckled and took out a somewhat fancy cyan pocket watch from his pocket. He opened the cover with a "click" and three items popped out from the side. Completely different surface:

"Well, what's more coincidental is that I have to get off work in forty minutes; Your Excellency Anson Bach, congratulations on you being able to leave now; your clerk is waiting for you outside. If you need anything, you can respond to us through him; Unless it involves confidentiality or special circumstances, we will respond to you within seven working days."

After saying this, the young judge stood up and stretched out his right hand to Anson very naturally:

"Clovis Cathedral, Cor Dorian, Lesser Inquisitor of the Order of Truth, it is my pleasure to serve you."

Anson was stunned for a moment, but stood up immediately with a hearty smile on his face: "Kingdom of Clovis, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach of the Royal Army, I am happy to serve you."

"I have a very good premonition, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach." The inquisitor named Cole raised the corner of his mouth and held Anson's right hand firmly: "We will definitely get along very happily."

"I hope so too."

Holding each other's hands vigorously, the two people with the same sincere faces and cheerful smiles chatted for a while; Cole said goodbye reluctantly, watching Anson leave as if he was seeing off an old friend for many years, until he closed the door with the same reluctance. .

"boom!"

As the door closed heavily, Cole Dorian breathed a long sigh of relief, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He turned to look at the female inquisitor sitting on the right side, who was silent the whole time:

"How's it going, Sierra, did you see anything?"

"Only one thing."

A soft voice sounded, and the long-haired girl slowly raised her head, looking at Cole Dorian with a pair of blood-red eyes with invisible pupils:

"This man named Anson Bach, from the moment he stepped in the door, no matter how his expression and tone changed, he..."

"I have never let down my guard for a moment!"

The update has finally returned to normal. I’m really sorry for the interruption. As expected, it just doesn’t work if I don’t save it~