I will be crowned king

Listening to this "sophistical preaching" full of substituting concepts, distorting facts, and generalizing, Anson simply didn't know what to say.

Is this the “special event” the middle-aged unemployed worker was talking about?

After delivering his opening remarks, the smiling black-robed priest sat in front of the wine table without any image, his sleeves spread like rags on the greasy wine table, picked up the mug and took a swig of dark beer.

But his "audience" seemed to still be unsatisfied. They looked at each other in front of the black-robed priest and looked at him with dubious expressions:

"Sir, we all know that you are from the church and you have to speak for them; but there is one thing you must admit, that is, the church has hidden the truth from the world!"

"Yes, that must be the case!" Someone in the audience immediately commented:

"They definitely didn't tell us all the truth. The things they published must have been fabricated by them!"

"That's right, those respectable warriors of the Old God Sect said that the documents they handed down are completely different from the so-called 'official records' of the church!"

"puff!"

The black-robed priest suddenly smiled and took a sip of dark beer, allowing the audience closest to him to enjoy a shower.

"You don't agree?"

The audience member, who looked a little ugly, wiped the drink from his face... and maybe something else.

"Oh, no, no, no... I completely agree with your point of view." The black-robed priest raised his hands in a flattering manner and looked at them sincerely: "Yes, the church certainly did not tell the truth completely! But..."

As soon as he said "but", the surrounding audience immediately became nervous again.

"...So what?" The black-robed priest spread his hands:

“Is knowing or not knowing the ‘truth of history’ important to your lives?”

"Gentlemen, you are all the hardest-working people in this city. You work hard to earn a living and pay off various loans - but believing in the old gods and knowing the truth about this and that really does not help you."

"But the Church of Order hasn't helped us either!" the man said angrily:

“They only know how to collect taxes, demand accounts, and blackmail the poor—I’m not talking about you!”

"I know." The black-robed priest smiled mysteriously:

"But the truth is, we can really help everyone."

"oh?"

"Dear diligent and respectable gentlemen, devout believers of the Ring of Order." In full view of everyone, the black-robed priest took out a leaflet from his pocket like a magic trick:

"Please allow me to recommend to you the latest credit business launched by the Church of Order, a comprehensive welfare micro-loan!"

"The procedure is simple, the procedures are simple, the scope is extremely wide, and various repayment methods are supported!" The black-robed priest who was just tired of coping suddenly burst out with great enthusiasm: "Apply now at Ximen Street Church, we provide additional There are no handling fees for account agency services and transfer services!”

"Oh, we will also give you a classic style, specially customized and selected high-end canvas wallet; if you are not satisfied with our loan interest, you only need to refund the full amount without any reason or any preconditions!"

"All of this is just a thank you from the Church of Order to its devout believers!"

"..." Anson Bach.

Seeing the "spectators" rushing out of the tavern, Anson, who didn't know where to start, breathed a sigh of relief; the bartender who walked by took away the five coins on the table and handed Anson a full glass. dark beer:

"Sorry, I figured you might be disappointed today."

Anson looked at the bartender curiously, picked up the mug and took a sip: "Do you know the purpose of my coming?"

"Every customer who comes to the Crown Tavern in a coat does so to hear the Reverend Karin Jacques read the Clovis Pact... This is the signature of this pub."

The bartender said a little proudly, and then couldn't help but sigh: "But I haven't heard of it recently. The empire and the kingdom are at war, and many chambers of commerce and factories have gone bankrupt, causing Clovis Cathedral to lose a lot of money. "Even our alcoholic priests are forced to work selling small loans."

“What do those people want small loans for?”

"Gambling money." The bartender shrugged.

It's really a perfect demand... Anson smiled with a little cramp in the corner of his mouth.

After getting confirmation from the bartender, he finally knew why the voice sounded so familiar.

This trainee priest named Karin Jacques is the spellcaster who sold him the [Sharp Wind] magic book at St. Isaac's College!

After figuring out the identity of the other party, Anson picked up the wine glass and stood up while making mental calculations: Bloen reminded him that this person is very cautious and will run away decisively if something goes wrong at the slightest bit, and he has many magic items on him. So it is best to avoid using violence to avoid alerting the enemy.

"Boom."

The drunken black-robed priest drank the last drop of the glass and was about to get up when he saw another glass of dark beer in front of him.

A young man sat opposite him with a smile and raised a glass with his left hand to signal him.

"Please, please..."

"Don't move, Mr. Karin Jacques."

Anson put down the wine glass and clicked the hammer with his right hand: "I warn you in the name of the Inquisition, don't do anything you will regret."

Glancing at the gun pointed at him under the wine table, the black-robed priest instantly woke up.

"You...hiccup! Are you from the Tribunal?!" Karin Jacques looked panicked after burping.

Anson curled up his lips, neither admitting nor denying.

"You...what are you asking me for? I haven't done anything!" The black-robed priest's legs were shaking and his eyes seemed to be about to bulge out:

"I am a good person, I am very pious, I have never done anything bad, and I do not believe in the old gods. Please believe me!"

"You are indeed not an old god sect." Anson nodded matter-of-factly.

Karin immediately let out a sigh of relief, and a smile escaped his lips.

"But you're a spellcaster."

Carlin's smile froze on his face.

Ten seconds later, the priest in black robes, smelling of alcohol, straightened his sitting posture; then glanced at the muzzle of the gun under the table, and tightly closed his legs.

Anson nodded with great satisfaction: "I think you must have noticed that I'm not here to catch you, otherwise we wouldn't still be sitting here now."

"I just want to know, is Draco Vertes in this tavern?"

"Yes!" Karin pursed his lips and swallowed with twinkling eyes:

"…not here either."

The expressionless Anson looked at him and suddenly smiled.

Then with a "Bang!", he used the muzzle of the gun to knock open his closed knees.

"He's hiding in the attic of this tavern!" Carlin, who was shocked and sitting upright, said decisively:

"He changed the door locks and there is a window facing the street. He can escape if there is any movement!"

"Do you have the key?"

"Yes, and he trusts me very much. I can bring him out!" The black-robed priest patted his chest and looked at Anson seriously:

"I've known for a long time that there's something wrong with this guy, and I've been preparing for it for a long time, just for today!"

Anson: "...lead the way."

"good!"

Anson put away his revolver and walked up the stairs of the tavern with Karin Jacques one after another; the entire tavern was rebuilt from an abandoned building, with paint and wallpaper peeling off, tattered walls and creaking From time to time, there was a sound like crying on the stairs.

When he reached the stairs, the black-robed priest made a gesture to Anson to stop him, then tiptoed to the attic door; he carefully put his head against the crack in the door panel and took out the key from his pocket.

"Click."

The door opened.

The black-robed priest pushed open the door and then closed the door behind his back.

Playing with the "dagger" in his hand, Ansen leaned against the wall with a half-smile and stared at the wooden door motionless.

After a while, Anson, who no longer waited, strode up the stairs and kicked open the door.

The narrow attic was empty except for the debris and the bed, and the sound of wind could be heard outside the wide open window.

Sure enough... Anson turned around and left the tavern without looking back.

………………

Ten minutes later, in the originally empty attic, the almost translucent Karin Jacques huddled in the corner behind the door, condensing into a solid body bit by bit from head to toe.

"call----"

Holding back his blush, he let out a long sigh, and raised his right hand while panting rapidly, looking at the scratches on the cuffs of his shirt with great sadness.

"Hiss... It's so deep. This guy has to pay a lot of money for this, Draco, otherwise he will suffer a big loss."

The black-robed priest complained to himself, but was not in a hurry to leave - the guy disguised as the Inquisitor was probably still near the Crown Tavern.

The other party spent so much money to block him, so he might have to be more careful than usual this time.

After waiting for another thirty minutes, after hearing customers starting to arrive in the tavern hall downstairs, Karin Jacques finally stood up; after spending thirty minutes thinking, he already had a complete set of ideas in his mind. Escape plan.

First, he took off his priest's robe and found a rag-like coat and peaked cap from the pile of debris on the ground.

This is Karin Jacques's proud little trick: usually wearing a priest's robe, he is almost the center of attention in the tavern, so as long as he changes into ordinary clothes, no one will notice it unless it is close to his face.

Clutching an empty wine bottle, the black-robed priest pretending to be a hangover staggered down the stairs, leaned on the bar and made sure that the "Judge" was not there, then staggered out of the Crown Tavern.

He opened the wooden door, got directly into a taxi, and threw two coins to the driver: "Old Wall Street."

The first step is to leave the scene as soon as possible.

The coachman didn't ask any more questions, yawned, raised his whip, and left the Crown Tavern in a hurry.

Carlin, who was pretending to be hungover, lay splayed on the seat, keeping his gaze on the scenery passing behind him, making sure that no figure or carriage was following him.

The speeding carriage turned around and slowed down slightly as it passed through a long alley. Seizing this opportunity, he decisively opened the door, jumped off the carriage and threw himself on the ground.

The second step is to never leave the outer city.

Public security in Clovis City collapsed and security was lax, but there were still a large number of Guards patrolling the inner city. Since that person wanted to capture the novelist, he was probably with the Guards.

More importantly, as a fugitive, running to a place that is completely unfamiliar to you is the biggest taboo.

Throwing his coat and cap into the trash can in the alley, Karin Jacques, with only his shirt on his upper body, was shivering in the cold wind; just when he didn't know what to do, two beggars sitting on the ground at the entrance of the alley looked at them. He smiled maliciously.

The black-robed priest's eyes lit up.

A few minutes later, Karin, wearing an old coat, soft hat, and a scarf around his neck, walked out of the long alley, played with a small money bag, and walked back the same way.

Step 3: Avoid all traffic unless necessary.

The priest with his head lowered put his hands in his pockets and walked leisurely, like a homeless man or an unemployed worker, walking aimlessly on the streets under the light snow.

The empty streets made it easier for him to detect whether he was being followed and to run away; since the other party came to him in a semi-threatening way, it meant that he didn't want to make things worse if he had the chance.

He should... block himself in an alley or a relatively closed place.

From one street to another, from one intersection to another, from day to noon, to afternoon... Karin Jacques, who became more and more stable in his heart, began to walk towards his real goal.

Westgate Street Church.

Step 4: The most dangerous place is the safest place.

A guy pretending to be a judge would never dare to be exposed easily in a place with an orderly church; and today there is a small loan activity at the Ximen Street Church, and the afternoon is the time when there are the most people.

Only with the protection of believers and churches can you be safe enough.

Outside the gate of the crowded church, the black-robed priest received a form from a very busy colleague, pretended to be a person handling small loans, and walked into the church.

When entering the waiting room, Karin Jacques took advantage of the crowd's cover and walked into another corridor, left the church's side door, turned around and walked into the church's public dormitories.

After looking at the empty corridors and stairs, as well as the busy streets outside, the black-robed priest finally breathed a sigh of relief, walked slowly to the door of his room, and took out the key.

"Click."

The door opened.

With a little bit of pride, Karin Jacques pushed open the door, his feet as if filled with lead were extremely light at the moment.

The next second, the lifting step stopped in mid-air.

"Good afternoon, Priest Karin Jacques."

Looking at the black-robed priest standing outside the door, Anson, who was sitting on the bed in the dormitory, yawned and greeted him - and at the same time, he pulled the hammer of the "dagger" open, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at his head. :

"I saw you running from the tavern to Old Wall Street and back from Old Wall Street... It's been a busy day. Do you want to go have something to eat together? I'll treat you."

The black-robed priest stood motionless, his lips trembling:

"No, it's impossible, it's impossible... How, how did you know?"

"Is it, is it difficult...that you know clairvoyance? Or some kind of magic that can peek into other people's hearts, or some props that can lock someone's location?!"

"No, it's impossible. How can you, a newbie who can do magic, have these things?!"

"It does not matter."

Looking at the stunned Karin Jacques, the corners of Anson's mouth slightly raised:

"The point is, you have a lot to tell me."

"a lot of!"