I will be crowned king

Looking at Lawrence with a serious expression, Anson, who was thinking for a moment, turned his attention to the little clerk: "How much money is there in the Storm Group's account now?"

Since the workers were working on a temporary basis and for wages, using money to solve the problem was of course the most convenient way - with the Bogner family's wealth and the Church of Order as his backing, Anson was not afraid that Viscount Bogner would not pay back the money.

"Ah?!" The little secretary was stunned for a moment in surprise, but quickly came back to his senses and looked at Anson calmly:

"Almost four thousand gold coins, but the living money is less than one thousand. The rest will be used to pay for many projects and goods, as well as daily expenses!"

Well, a little bit... Anson shook his head:

"Then if I use the Storm Regiment's budget as collateral to borrow money from Clovis Cathedral, how much can I borrow?"

"First of all, you can't do that, because this budget is a special fund, and using it as collateral requires Miss Sophia's approval." The little clerk immediately rejected Anson's idea, and then gave another method:

"But you are the commander of the security forces of the Church of Order, and you have a good reputation in the church - the interest rate is higher, and you can lend out five thousand immediately!"

"how long?"

"Within one hour!" Alan Dawn raised his confident chin.

"Half an hour." Anson folded the newspaper and stuffed it into his pocket: "The interest cannot exceed 15%, and the remaining amount will be considered your year-end bonus this year!"

"I, I will definitely be able to press down to 10%!"

The little clerk took a breath of air, his pupils flashing with extremely fanatical light.

After giving instructions about the money, Anson looked at Judge Lawrence again: "Where is the factory?"

"To the east of Old Wall Street, not too far from the Central West Station of the Royal Capital, is a cotton spinning factory." Lawrence, with a hoarse voice, had a solemn expression on his face, obviously guessing what Anson was thinking: "I'm not very clear about the situation at the scene, but the rioters Workers can’t solve the problem just by having money!”

"So there must be an army." Anson nodded. He already had a general idea:

"Get Sera Vigil, she is the adjutant of the internal affairs. In fifteen minutes, ask her to issue an order to the company commanders on my behalf. All members of the Storm Regiment will be dispatched to surround the factory."

"All hands on deck?!"

Lawrence was surprised by Anson's decisiveness.

"This is the only way to catch the Guards off guard. They are used to being arrogant in Clovis City. The soldiers of the Storm Regiment haven't completed their recruit training yet. It's useless without them!"

"In addition, you should find a way to notify the Church of Order and ask the church people to notify all the newspapers in the royal capital. The more people, the better. Try to gather as close to the factory as possible to report this matter. It is best to let the reporters get ahead of the Guards. Once they arrive at the scene, it would be even better if they can interview the workers occupying the factory!”

As Anson spoke, he turned around and walked quickly to the door of the military camp: "Send out all the carriages and block off the entire street as soon as you arrive at the factory - remember to bring the artillery, as much as you can!"

"What about you?!" The Inquisitor Captain shouted towards his back.

"I'm going to rescue Viscount Bognar!"

While speaking, Anson had already left the military camp, boarded a carriage parked outside the military camp and sped away.

Rescue Viscount Bogner... How can he save him alone?

Lawrence, who looked confused, was stunned for a second, wrapped in a dark leather coat, left the place, and strode towards the military camp canteen.

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of chaotic footsteps rang out in Whitehall Street, where the alarm bells were blaring; heavily armed Stormtroopers soldiers followed the speeding four-wheeled carriages and poured into the street like a gray tide.

……………………

The steady four-wheeled carriage was speeding along the deserted street. Anson looked at the scenery outside the window with a dazed expression and said nothing.

Thugs surrounded the factory, Viscount Bogner fell... Why did Laurence Bernat come to him for such a thing?

To ensure the safety of Viscount Bognar? Then why didn’t the Seeking Truth Cult take action themselves and just sneak into the factory and secretly rescue people?

Is it inconvenient for the court to come forward? This kind of excuse is just an excuse at best. If they can make the Guards lose face once in the Old Wall Street incident, they won't care about making them lose face a second time.

Then the answer is obvious - this is still a trial.

If you are a loyal lackey of the Black Mage, and a certain novelist is likely to have information that is detrimental to the Black Mage, what will you do to a person who is very likely to have information about the novelist?

The first step is to rescue the hostages, the second step is to ask for clues, and the third step is to kill and silence them.

Perfect.

There is no need to even consider the issue of frame-up, just blame it entirely on the workers who rioted and occupied the factory. 10,000 percent of the deaths will be unconfirmed.

If the intention was more sinister, he could just deliberately "slow down" and let the Guards "accidentally kill" Viscount Bogner. Then he could use the relationship of his landlord, Mrs. Bogner, to come to express his condolences, and he could also take the opportunity to investigate whether he was in contact with the novelist. evidence.

If you were a little more ruthless, you could actually pretend to save someone, use the other person's gratitude to get information about the novelist, and then find an opportunity to let him die at the hands of dissatisfied workers or the guards. Can't do it...

But Anson would never do this. The main reason is that some important things have not been thrown away by him, and the second reason is that they are not needed.

After understanding the dying struggle of the Guards, the Black Mage's desire for the "Great Magic Book" and Archbishop Luther Franz who was obviously planning some kind of calculation, he now didn't really want the novelist to appear. .

Ansen now even has a premonition that the moment when the talkative man appears is likely to be the moment when conflicts between all the forces break out.

In this case, Anson's plan is how to remove himself from the suspicion of being an "Old God Sect" again.

The first step is to rescue the hostages, the second step is to quell the workers' uprising, and the third step is to ensure that Viscount Bognar will not fall into the hands of the Guards.

easy to understand.

Of course, the premise is that the whole incident is really just a "workers' riot".

When there was still one street away from the factory, Anson stopped the carriage, walked into a narrow alley alone, and put two silver coins in the bowl of a lonely beggar.

Five minutes later, Anson, who had changed into an old worker's uniform and scarf, walked out of the alley and walked towards Viscount Bogner's factory not far away.

Under the leaden gloomy dome, the entire factory has been changed beyond recognition and turned into a temporary "fortress": workers used bricks, wood and garbage from the factory to build barricades and barriers; a dozen workers in thin uniforms stood behind the barricades , holding in his hands a "weapon" temporarily modified from scrap metal and tools.

Two rusty metal pipes on the dilapidated wall were hung with long flags, with extremely eye-catching words written on them in red paint:

"Give us a salary!"

"Give us bread!"

"Give us everything we deserve!"

What a simple pursuit... Looking at the flag fluttering in the cold wind, Anson sighed and shook his head. He snapped his right index finger with a "pop!" and countless pictures poured into his mind.

Anson, who slightly covered his face with a hat and scarf and put his hands in his pockets, walked towards the factory with a relaxed and comfortable pace.

The workers have just occupied the factory, and the Guards are still on their way. Now is the last calm before the storm.

After walking around the factory twice, Anson successfully took advantage of a worker's turn to smoke and jumped over the wall into the factory.

When Anson walked into the factory door, a messy scene immediately caught his sight; machines were smashed, and boxes of cotton yarn were dumped on the ground.

Wooden boxes filled with raw materials were thrown into the bonfire outside the gate by cheering workers and burned brightly; every time one was thrown, fierce cheers erupted in the factory.

"Long live--!!!!"

Cheers kept ringing out in the crowded factory. The reveling workers kept hugging each other with almost crazy expressions, waving their thin arms to express their mood at the moment, and standing there reveling like crazy.

But this is only the beginning.

Accompanied by scoldings and beatings, several guys who were obviously dressed much better than the workers, with bruises and swollen faces, were escorted into the factory. Amid bursts of cheers, these people were tied to their wrists with ropes, as if they were wrapped in gorgeous clothes. It was hung up like a piece of meat, further heating up the atmosphere in the factory.

"Burn them!"

"Hang these vampires!"

"First let them spit out our hard-earned money, then hang us, and then burn us!"

The excited workers blushed one after another, venting their inner fanatical emotions with hearty laughter and curses; the faces of the few people hanging in the air were bloodless, and they were shivering while hanging in the air, and they kept making sounds of completeness and body shape. Unmatched high-pitched screams, fearful liquid spilled from between the twitching legs.

At this moment, a young man who looked quite strong suddenly stepped on two stacked wooden boxes and raised his hands in the crowd:

"Brothers, brothers! You see, this is our power!"

"Look at these hyenas who bully us on weekdays, even deducting our wages of two and a half coppers an hour, and even taking away our lunch. How scared they look now!"

"Then why do they usually dare to bully and exploit us so unscrupulously? Why do they usually dare to help Mr. Bogner and treat us like animals?!"

"Is it their fault? No! It's not their fault! It's my fault, it's our fault, it's our own fault! We ourselves are too weak, too weak!"

"They asked us to work twelve hours a day, and we agreed; they asked us to work overtime, and we agreed; they asked us not to take vacations, and we agreed!"

"Why do we always agree? Because we are weak! We are reluctant to give up this job, this job that makes us weak but gives us three meals a day!"

"It's because we always promise that they dare to bully us like this! So we must resist and resist them!"

"This time unless they make up for the four months' salary arrears to us, come up with decent compensation terms, and promise not to lay off any of us, we will die together with Mr. Bognar and his hyenas!"

"perish together--!!!!"

Deafening cheers erupted in the factory.

Anson, who was standing in the corner, watched this scene calmly and remained silent.

Now there is a problem, that is, he discovered that Viscount Bogner...

Gone.

The carnival workers in front of them have not yet realized the seriousness of the problem. Their most important hostage has disappeared - on the third floor of the factory, in the office blocked with all kinds of debris and construction debris, Borg is no longer there. The figure of Viscount Na.

There were only two workers lying in a pool of blood in the room, and an opened secret door hidden behind the bookcase led directly to an inconspicuous storage room on the second floor.

Anson had met Viscount Bogner on the Iron Sky. He was an old gentleman who seemed to be quite energetic; but in any case, he didn't look like a strongman who could kill two workers with his bare hands and then run away decisively.

The only explanation is that he was rescued or kidnapped by someone.

Who could it be?

While thinking quickly, Anson carefully walked up the stairs amidst the cheers; his mind was constantly searching for all possible escape directions for the other party.

The person who sent him to save people was from the Tribunal, so it couldn't be someone from the church. The Guards had just received the news and were still on their way, so they could be ruled out.

Black mage?

It's possible, but not likely - with the power of action shown by Mace Honnard, if Viscount Bogner was so important, he would have taken action long ago.

Who could that be?

Holding the door handle tightly, Anson gently pushed open the door of the storage room, and a burst of smoke and dust blew into his face.

Strictly speaking, this is at most a utility room, otherwise it wouldn't be built in such a remote location in the factory. Anson opened the door and turned his head to look to the right, discovering the secret door that appeared in his mind at a glance .

The door was not closed, and even remained fully open. It was obvious that whoever it was, he must have been in a hurry when he came in and left, and did not even notice the footprints on the ground.

There was one footprint when entering the door, and two when exiting... It proved that Viscount Bognar was not an old gentleman who could beat ten with his pipe and cane. He was rescued.

Looking at the two completely different footprints on the ground, Anson suddenly became very curious. He carefully knelt down and looked at the pattern of the footprints on the ground.

"Click."

The familiar sound of a revolver hammer sounded behind him.

"Sir, please raise your hands slowly."

A slightly gloomy voice sounded behind Anson: "In order not to be disturbed by the thugs outside, it is best for us to use a more peaceful method to solve each other's small troubles."

us?

Anson was startled slightly, and his heart in his chest felt a slight tingling sensation - the other party was also a spell caster.

He shrugged and stood up honestly with his hands raised, indicating that he did not intend to be violent.

"very good."

The voice behind sounded satisfied: "So now... I don't know why you came here, but I'm sorry that I'm in front of you; according to the rules between gentlemen, first come, first served."

Anson didn't answer, he sniffed slightly, and a faint smell of rum came.

"Are you from the Navy?"

This casual question caused the voice behind him to fall into silence, and the entire storage room suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave.

"……once."

After a moment, the voice finally spoke again, saying coldly with suppressed anger: "Now...he is just a retired officer, detective and Avenger who is wandering around with no fixed address."

"Nott Conan...perhaps you have heard of my name."

The first reader original character appears ~ la la la ~