I will be crowned king

"Anson Bach, what are you doing here?"

Bronn, with his hands behind his back, stopped outside the door of the Truth-seeking Club. He was wearing a slim and straight black formal suit and a white shirt with a stiff collar. He was holding up a high-top silk hat. The ice-blue eyes lurking under the brim of the hat were flashing with doubts. light.

Like a friend you meet on a street corner or at a window seat in a cafe.

At the same time that Bloen appeared, Cole Dorian, who was about to say goodbye, suddenly stopped closing the door with his right hand; the young inquisitor with a smile on his face blinked and looked curiously between the two people outside the door.

At this moment, the smiling Anson's body was nailed to the spot, feeling the gazes from behind and in front of him at the same time, with a slight cold sweat oozing out from the temples on both sides.

what to do?

How can I explain myself so that the black mage's cronies and the church's inquisitors won't get into trouble on Friedrich Street? !

Anson, who was in a mess inside, raised the corners of his stiff mouth, tried his best to control his heartbeat, and looked back at the young bachelor:

"Brother, why are you here?"

The young bachelor shrugged slightly, raised a sealed paper bag with his right hand behind his back, and pointed the slender cane in his left hand at the cafe next to the club: "Tobacco."

“The tobacco in this cafe is very good, a little pricey but well worth it.”

"Yeah, it's really good." Anson smiled seriously:

"My landlady, Mrs. Bognar, also likes it. She said that although it looks no different from ordinary high-grade tobacco, it has a unique flavor."

Bronn nodded slightly: "What about you?"

While he asked, his ice-blue eyes stopped on Cole Dorian.

"I...I am a member of this club." Anson quickly controlled his emotions: "You see...Professor Mace Honnard reminded me that I should participate in more social activities while living in the Royal Capital."

"This is Cole Dorian, my new friend I met at the Truth-Seeking Club."

"This is Brone, an alumnus of mine at St. Isaac's College. We were both students of Professor Mace Honnard."

Taking half a step back, Anson, with a smile on his face, took the initiative to introduce the two of them to each other with great sincerity.

The moment the words fell, Anson could almost feel the fire between the two people's eyes.

"Cole Dorian..."

Bloen, who narrowed his eyes, took half a step forward, put his cane under his arm, and stretched out his right hand actively: "I didn't expect to meet the bloodline of the famous 'Heretic Executioner' here. It's really a great honor."

"No, my great-grandfather was just an ordinary judge who did his duty. Cutting off the heads of two hundred spellcasters is nothing more than a rumor passed down."

With a smile on his face, Cole immediately held Broun's hand, his eyes full of admiration for the young bachelor:

"You are actually a student of the famous Professor Mace Honnard? Oh... you actually met two students of that professor at once. I don't know how to express how jealous I am!"

Bronn, who had an indifferent expression, felt the force coming from his palms and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

The two of them were complimenting each other, each with an expression of resentment for having met each other so late; if the Conjurer's ability hadn't strengthened his observation ability, he noticed that one of the two men's hands was holding the cane, and the other was already hanging on the front of the holster. Anson might actually believe it.

...it’s only the letter that has its ghosts.

"Hey, to be honest, you and Anson should come here often. The original intention of our Truth-Seeking Club is to let people enjoy the pleasure of reading without restraint. It is very suitable for you." Cole, who was extremely enthusiastic, began to take the initiative The invitation said:

"If you are feeling depressed, we also have a private shooting range and a special little place in the basement where you can vent your anger and feel better."

"In this case, I also recommend you to visit St. Isaac's College when you have time."

Bloen smiled slightly, and his ice-blue eyes became extremely gentle: "Although the college is usually closed, Professor Mace Honnard occasionally holds some private classes during holidays. I can leave a seat close to the blackboard for you. s position."

Seeing the two people's flirtations, Anson tried his best to restrain the urge to twitch the corners of his mouth, smiled and nodded, occasionally interjecting a few words of useless nonsense.

After a full thirty minutes of conversation, the three finally waved goodbye to each other reluctantly; Cole Dorian repeatedly invited Bloen to visit the Truth Club often, and said that he would prepare an absolute letter of intention for him. Unexpected "surprise".

The unsmiling young bachelor just nodded, smiled and boarded the same carriage as Anson.

………………

"Have they finally set their sights on you?"

In the swaying carriage, these were the first words of Brohn, who was silent and his expression returned to indifference, after the carriage finally left Friedrichstrasse.

Anson nodded solemnly with a solemn gaze: "That person..."

"Cole Dorian, a secondary judge of the Truth Seeking Order, a talented person with the blood of the Holy Grail Knights." Bloen interrupted him:

"My understanding of him is limited to Professor Mace Honnard's evaluation: a false believer who has no faith and can blow other people's heads off with a smile for his work."

"The Inquisition sent this person to negotiate with you to prove that they have not found absolute evidence. In other words, they can only confirm the relationship between you and Professor Mace Honard at the moment and think that you are a very important clue."

"In this way, they will conduct targeted surveillance on you, but considering that you are already the supreme commander of the Order Church's security forces, this surveillance must be passive and flexible."

"Under such a premise, relying on the convenience of your identity, all the plans of the Church of Order and even the Inquisition cannot bypass you as the supreme commander of the security army."

Having said this, Blown took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly:

"Well done, Your Excellency Anson Bach."

At this moment, Anson, who was relieved in his heart, looked at the other party with slightly excited eyes, lowered his voice and said in a deep voice:

"Everything is for the Black Mage and the big plan of the Old God Sect!"

It was so dangerous...I almost thought I was going to be regarded as a traitor.

The unsmiling Bloen nodded with satisfaction, took out his pipe from his pocket and lit it.

So are you really here to buy tobacco? Anson pursed his lips tightly and said in a deep voice to Bloen who was puffing away smoke: "In fact... in order to win my trust in them, the Truth-seeking Cultivator has told I knew part of their plan!"

"Oh?" The young bachelor's eyes lit up, with unexpected surprise on his expression.

"Through the information they learned from the Guards, they already know that Professor Mace Honnard is collecting the Great Magic Books scattered in Clovis City." Anson said:

"Because of the professor's status in St. Isaac's College, they dare not take action easily; so they plan to use the volume in their hands as bait to make the professor take the initiative to reveal his identity!"

"They also plan to use the security forces of the Church of Order as a cover to further strengthen their control over the activities of the Old Gods in Clovis City... This is just my guess, but I think the purpose of the Church of Order and the Tribunal may not end there."

"They... are probably trying to interfere in the current war between the Empire and the Kingdom of Clovis!"

The moment he finished speaking, veins popped up in Bloen's right hand holding the pipe:

"Why do you think so?"

"Because the security force established by Archbishop Luther Franz is far beyond the current scale." Anson explained while taking out a folded document from his arms and handed it to Bloun:

"At first, I thought that the emergence of this security force was simply due to the church's distrust of the Guards' capabilities. But when I learned that what Archbishop Luther Franz wanted to establish was actually a force of ten thousand people, When I was in the security force, I realized that I might have thought wrong."

"No, he didn't want to establish a security force out of distrust in the capabilities of the Guards; rather, after seeing through that the Guards were untrustworthy, he thought this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"The riots on Red Brick Street, the incident on Old Wall Street, and the murder case on the Iron Sky that has caused a lot of uproar and is still unsolved; the Guards have become incompetent to the point where everyone knows that they have been replaced. Just a matter of time."

"And at this juncture, the Church of Order has established a security force that belongs directly to them and has the right to fire in the capital..."

Bronn frowned slightly: "You mean...the church is taking advantage of the chaos in the royal capital caused by the outbreak of war to expand its rights in the Kingdom of Clovis?"

"I think it's possible." Anson said silently, feeling very proud of his ability to bullshit.

Maybe Luther Franz really had this idea, or maybe he didn't want the church but his family to control the security force, otherwise he wouldn't have arranged for Miss Sophia Franz to supervise the budget.

But as long as the Privy Council and the Osterian royal family are not stupid enough to turn into moldy oranges, they cannot completely hand over control of this vigilante force to the Church of Order.

There should be other exchanges of interests here, and the Franz family and the Church of Order must have paid some price; but those have nothing to do with Anson. Now he is only thinking about how to fool the black mage and the church, and Anson will be safe. Receive your own monthly allowance and salary.

"After the Second Public Order Conference, the church has always wanted to intervene in the affairs of other countries, and even interfere in the internal affairs of the kingdom... They want this for more than a day or two." Anson continued:

"The easiest way for the church is to control the capital security of a kingdom; thousands of troops, all-pervasive eyes, surveillance points all over the city, and trials hidden in the shadows..."

"With all this, they can directly interfere in the kingdom's politics and even influence the highest decision-making - no matter how concerned the king is about the church, he would not dare to make any countermeasures when there might be a judge hiding around him. Unfavorable decision of the church.”

"The internal affairs of the kingdom will fall into the hands of the Church of Order, the city of Clovis will no longer have a place for the Old God Sect, and the world of Order will return to the dark age before the first year of the Saints' Calendar."

He deliberately made a lonely expression and used his hoarse voice to add color to his current story.

Looking at Anson who didn't look like he was joking at all, Bloen remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, until the carriage drove into Baihu Park, he finally raised his icy blue eyes and said something that made Anson a little unbelievable:

"That's it, I finally understand."

Um? Anson was stunned for a moment.

What did he understand?

The expressionless Bloen did not give any explanation, his eyes flickered as if he was thinking about something:

"According to Professor Mace Honard's plan, this war will never end easily - only the kingdoms representing the world of order will be involved in the storm ignited by the Kingdom of Clovis and the Empire, and their blood will be shed. , after that...belongs to us and belongs to the 'big plan' of all the old gods..."

"That's what makes it possible."

Bronn raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Yes, I finally understand...Professor Mace Honnard, it was precisely after he saw this that he let you break into the Church of Order and let them feel proud of themselves. Their conspiracy."

"Because the chaotic order cannot allow the Kingdom of Clovis to exert its full power, only by eradicating the incompetent Guards can the Osteria family free their hands and rely on efficient and professional security forces to mobilize the city. With all the production capacity, the last piece of steel and the last young man will be sent to the battlefield to fight the empire until the last moment."

"The Church of Order...the Inquisition...Luther Franz...their little cleverness will completely destroy the balance established in the past nearly a hundred years and dig graves for their own destruction!"

Looking at Bronn who was slightly excited, Anson sighed in his heart.

Maybe I chose the wrong career in my previous life and shouldn't have joined the army.

Maybe it would be suitable to be an actor or a motivational teacher.

"So, what is the professor's opinion?" Anson asked.

Bronn immediately became serious:

"Professor Mace Honnard ordered me to inform you that since the Church of Order has used the Old Wall Street incident to formally intervene in the security of the royal capital that was originally controlled by the Guards, we might as well take advantage of this opportunity in turn."

"One thing they said is right. The professor is indeed searching for the whereabouts of the great magic book in the capital, but this is just a casual thing, not such an important matter."

Anson looked solemn... Since Mace Honnard said this, it proves that this matter is indeed important.

"The church's goal should be to weaken the authority of the Guards through the security forces. We can definitely help them." Bloen took a puff of his pipe:

"In order to search for the whereabouts of the Great Magic Book, the professor controlled many gangs and low-level unions in Clovis City; I will reveal some of their intelligence to you in the next few months, so that the Church of Order can get ahead of the Guards. In order to paralyze the Church of Order and the Tribunal, it is best to create the illusion that the black mage is trying his best to search for the Great Magic Book."

"In addition, the professor also asked me to hand over this letter to you - the research on the 'August' family has already been found." He handed a letter to Anson:

"It is said...this is a blood magic family that has existed for thousands of years and was destroyed!"

Today is still a day of ordinary updates~ Well~ Kongkong is just an ordinary street writer, and writing books is also very common out of interest.

Although I still hope that more and more readers will be willing to subscribe~~~~