I will be crowned king

With the old gentleman's sincere blessings, Anson, in a happy mood, quickly left with his black suitcase.

Although the result obtained is completely different from the original one, this may be better - the memory card of "The Great Magic Book" is too sensitive. Whether or not I can get a reply is not mentioned. The other party will definitely not be as "generous" as now.

As for the "Old God Sect hiding in the shadows" mentioned by the old gentleman... Although Anson has not yet launched an investigation, it can be basically concluded that the Old God Sect organization with such great power and influence in Clovis City is a "black mage" undoubtedly.

But there is a problem here, that is, the Black Mage supports the "Public Administration Act" - at least on the surface - because this bill will give the Kingdom of Clovis enough power to maintain the war with the Empire and break the Order World. balance.

How could Professor Mace Honnard agree to kidnap or even kill one of the bill's most important supporters, regardless of his lies?

If both parties are not lying to themselves, it may be because although the current "Public Administration Act" is beneficial to the "big plan", it will harm the interests of the Old Gods of the Kingdom of Clovis in the short term. After all, the strengthened public security management will definitely make it difficult for them to Less private activities will be affected.

Therefore, he needs to kill or ask Viscount Bogner to retreat and let the Privy Council members who cooperate with the Old Gods preside over and advance the bill.

But these were just guesses, and Anson didn't even want to guess.

He does not want to participate in this kind of "high-end" struggle; he now hopes to clear his suspicions as soon as possible, get rid of the black mage's control over him, and become an officer living off his allowance.

He is twenty-two years old this year and is a lieutenant colonel. He will probably become a colonel in ten to fifteen years. The rank of brigadier general and above requires blood of at least the earl level, so he does not expect it at all.

After the age of forty, stay in the security force or go to teach in a college, save some savings and realize the dream of your previous life, buy a house in the inner city and a house in the suburbs, a luxury house close to the water, with a big garden, where you can sleep from morning to night Bask in the sun...

With a longing for a better life, Anson followed the knitted pattern carpet that stretched from the stairs to the outside of the door, opened the door and walked into the back living room of the Bognar mansion.

In front of the warm fireplace, Lisa put her hands on the edge of the chair, swaying her calves and waited in boredom; when she saw Anson's hostility, she jumped off the chair, happily shouldered her rifle, and appeared in front of him jumping up and down:

"Anson, are you leaving?"

"Well, the matter is done." Anson nodded, rubbing her little head and messy brown hair - probably because of the nutrition, Lisa's hair became thicker and thicker to the touch. Also good:

"Thank you for your hard work. It must be boring to stay here and stand guard all the time, right?"

Although it may seem weird to have your sister be your captain of the Guards, it can't be any weirder than a skirmisher company commander who doesn't know the way and an artillery company commander who doesn't understand mathematics.

"No, the people here are very nice to Lisa!" Lisa, who narrowed her eyes with a smile, pointed to the oil stains at the corners of her mouth, and then pointed to the clean and reflective plates and knives and forks on the table:

"They made cheese onion soup and snail stew for Lisa. Both of them are delicious. Lisa has already asked how these two dishes are made. How about making them for Anson tonight?!"

"...of course."

Anson, whose lips moved slightly, lost all his goodwill toward Viscount Bognar at this moment.

"Oh, right!" Lisa patted her head as if she suddenly remembered, and reached into the pocket of her military uniform:

"Someone gave Lisa a letter and said it should be handed over to Anson as soon as possible!"

"Letter?" Anson raised his eyebrows and asked subconsciously:

"Who is it?"

"He is a very strange person - his hair is as black as Anson but curly; his clothes are also very tight and it is not convenient for walking at all." Lisa handed the letter to Anson:

"She also smells funny, it makes Lisa want to sneeze!"

she?

A bad premonition made Anson immediately pick out the envelope and unfold it, and a line of smooth and beautiful characters came into his sight:

[To His Excellency Anson Bach: There will be a dinner at St. Isaac's College tonight at 8:20. My father hopes that you can attend. Remember to change your clothes. The invitation is attached to the letter - Sophia Franz . 】

Sophia Franz... Anson couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and took out the inquisitor's pocket watch from his pocket.

The time for the dinner is 8:20, and it is now 3:50 in the afternoon, which means that I have four and a half hours left. According to Clovis custom, a dinner is usually at least three days to a month in advance. The decision was made before noon, excluding the time when Sophia came, which meant that Archbishop Luther decided to invite himself before noon...

What happened?

Anson shook his head. No matter what the reason was, there was no time to think about it now - he had to find a way to get an outfit within four and a half hours, and then show up at St. Isaac's College!

So he had no choice but to sigh, pat Lisa's little head, and said in a very regretful tone:

"Sorry Lisa, I have other work tonight - I can't let you cook dinner today. We may have to eat out."

"oh."

Lisa pouted slightly disappointedly.

Just as Anson was comforting the little girl and walking towards the door, a somewhat hurried voice suddenly came from the empty back living room:

"Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach, and Miss Lisa Bach, please stay!"

Anson looked back with a somewhat surprised expression. It was the young waiter who had brought coffee to him and the old gentleman. His steps were extremely fast, but there was no trace of rush at all, and he maintained a different kind of elegance in every move.

What's even more strange is that Anson has no idea where he came from, and even the whole mansion seemed so quiet that there was no one except the old gentleman.

"I'm sorry to have wasted your time, but the Viscount has entrusted me to hand this over to you."

Stopping steadily, the young waiter handed an envelope to Anson with both hands - the envelope looked very thick.

"Sorry, but please allow me to refuse."

After taking a serious look at the envelope, holding Lisa's little head in one hand and carrying the suitcase in the other, Anson said sternly:

"I don't take bribes."

Looking at Anson's expression, the young waiter who suddenly stopped laughing immediately calmed down his expression: "I'm sorry, I didn't explain clearly, which caused you to misunderstand."

"This letter is not for you, but for your landlord."

"landlord?"

Anson was stunned for a moment, and then immediately came to his senses - he was talking about Mrs. Bogner, the old gentleman's ex-wife.

I was able to rent a house from Mrs. Bogner only because of the letter of introduction given by the old gentleman!

"For some special and unspeakable reasons, the Viscount was unable to meet the noble lady on a formal occasion...but he has always been concerned about her living standards and health."

The young waiter sighed: "This letter is just the Viscount's little concern and some compensation for failing to fulfill his responsibilities. It is out of absolute trust in your personal character that the Viscount entrusted you to send it to that person." A lady’s.”

"Please also leave a message for the Viscount. He has been thinking about her. He has been thinking about her."

In just a few words and the regretful expression of the young waiter, Ansen could already imagine tens of thousands of words of tragic drama.

"...I will definitely, definitely."

Imitating the characters he had seen in his previous life, Anson took the envelope with sincere eyes, put it in the inner pocket of his jacket as if it was a huge weight, and left the Bogner Mansion with heavy steps. .

……………………

Sitting in the bumpy taxi carriage, looking at the girl who fell asleep on the seat as usual, Anson took a deep breath and opened the black suitcase.

Inside the box were neatly stacked six old manuscripts, a glasses case, a wooden jewelry box, and a briar dark green slender glossy pipe.

These are the "down payment" Viscount Bogner gave himself.

With some curiosity, Anson first opened the glasses case. There was a delicate and small monocle lying on the satin inside. The solid gold round frame was engraved with a series of complicated characters.

He carefully picked up his glasses, and there was a slender note pressed under the satin:

[Anonymous Glasses: The masterpiece of a fifth-level black magic caster. The glasses are cast with a range of psychological suggestion magic, causing people around them to subconsciously ignore the person wearing them, even if they pass by in front of them. Eyes The inscription on the border comes from a magician in the fifty-sixth year of the Christian calendar: The most visible person is the most hidden person. 】

This is a pretty good ability... Anson's eyes lit up.

Although when the old gentleman took out the box, he roughly guessed that these were probably the Viscount's personal collection. In order to avoid being discovered during the investigation of the trial, he stuffed them as rewards for himself; but he could easily take out the magic items. It was still somewhat beyond Anson’s expectations.

It seems that playing with magic props and studying the Old God Sect are quite common private activities in the aristocratic circle of the Kingdom of Clovis...

Just when Anson couldn't help but continue to look at the monocle in his palm, he discovered that there was a line of small words on the back of the note.

[The owner of this item tried to break into the vault of the Church of Order in the 88th year of the Saints Calendar and was killed on the spot. It is confirmed that this item is ineffective against fourth-level or higher spellcasters, and those with talents with insight-like bloodline powers. 】

"..." Nodding slightly, Anson put his eyes back into the box and set it up. He picked up another jewelry box that looked very delicate and gently opened the copper buckle on the box's lock.

Placed in the box is a sterling silver ring set with citrine.

[The Ring of the Cupbearer: A prop made by an unknown blood magic caster. When injured or poisoned, one end of citrine is used to pierce the skin. It can quickly repair or prevent the spread of toxins, and effectively suppress pain. Every twelve Can be used once per hour. 】

Well, it is also a very practical ability, and it is also very consistent with the style of blood magic... Anson nodded. This time he was not immediately happy, but turned it over and looked at the back of the note:

[This item is ineffective against severe bleeding and fatal injuries, and is ineffective against magic toxins; the number of times the ring itself can be used is a basic amount, and it can be reused before it reaches the peak value. 】

Very reasonable. The only question is to what extent it can judge poisoning. Is it only chemical poisoning, or metal and gas poisoning? What are the differences in the inhibitory effects of various types... Should I find one myself? Opportunity, try it on some unlucky person?

Anson couldn't help but start thinking, and turned his attention to the third item, the pipe; he gently picked up the pipe, and a slender note was stuffed into the mouth of the pipe:

[Steam pipe: A conjurer’s joke, it can instantly create smoke that covers a twenty-square-meter space and blocks sight; he also paid the price for his joke, and was shot with lead bullets together with the robbers during an unexpected robbery. Death - because the guards couldn't see him at all. 】

Looking at the exquisite pipe in his hand, Anson silently mourned for the conjurer for a second in his heart.

In addition to magic props, the remaining six manuscripts are all related to the Old Gods. Anson even saw the "Research on the Three Old Gods" that Mace Honard gave to him; according to the standards of the Inquisition, , each book is enough to experience a "steam bath".

Although these three props cover the three major magic systems, their attributes and functions are all biased towards self-protection or concealment. Only the "steam pipe" is barely offensive, and it would be easy to choke someone to death with the smoke. If it's considered offensive...

In addition, all the magic props that Anson has encountered or seen before, almost without exception, fall into this category. The only ones that are threatening are the "Death Horn" potion in Broun's hands on Old Wall Street.

Does this mean there is some kind of "hidden rule"?

The Church of Order can acquiesce to the private existence of such non-lethal magic props and documents to a certain extent, but will it resolutely eradicate offensive props or potions and materials that undermine the dominance of the Church of Order?

Cole Dorian once mentioned in a chat before that the Tribunal can occasionally be "lenient" to spellcasters below the third level. In other words, spellcasters below this level will not Considered a threat by the Church of Order?

If this is used as an argument, how should we explain the problem of "black mage"? They already know the true identity of Mace Honnard, but why haven't they taken action yet?

Risk too high? Didn't cause a riot? Are there other forces obstructing it?

Closing the suitcase, Anson casually guessed aimlessly.

Just when he was thinking wildly, the carriage slowly stopped; Lisa, who was sleeping on the seat, also rubbed her eyes, yawned and got up, looking strangely at the unfamiliar car window: "Where are we? ?”

"We're...well...in a place where we can turn Lisa into a little princess."

"Little princess?"

This was a word Lisa had never heard of before.

"It means cute girl."

Smiling Anson took Lisa's little hand and walked towards the old Alfred tailor shop outside the carriage.

I posted a bit late today, so sorry!