I will be crowned king

"It is well known that in 40 BC, the Reverend Isaac Rand completed the design of the first generation steam core and ushered in an era; but what is not known to the world is that as early as 100 BC , the Church of Order already has a model of the original steam engine..."

"The Seeking Truth Sect, from which Saint Isaac came, is a sect that attaches the most importance to education and science. Without them, there would be no church college today; and the city of Clovis is located in the Great Plains, with rich river resources and mineral deposits. The shortage of manpower caused by development and war naturally leads to a desire for more efficient productivity..."

"Oh, sir, you have completely misunderstood me. I am not criticizing Saint Isaac's achievements; what I am saying is that the development of things has its own laws. The genius that emerges is precious, but respecting science is more important... …”

"The banquet hall we are in now is the 'big discussion room' of Qiuzhen Sect. Isaac Rand proposed the concept of steam core for the first time here; haha... you may not know that at first he wanted to have a steam core. It can provide power for the 'Floating City' he dreamed of..."

Under the luxurious crystal lamp, Blown, who was dressed as a scholar, lost his usual indifference and chatted very cordially with the guests around him. Although he still had no expression, his unsmiling appearance made the people around him more convinced of him.

While the surrounding guests were exclaiming and talking about it, the young bachelor who inadvertently looked sideways suddenly noticed a familiar figure, with ice-blue eyes and a pair of dark brown eyes looking at each other.

His expression suddenly changed in an instant, but he quickly controlled his emotions and looked at the guest with a forced smile: "Sorry, I just happened to notice that a former classmate of mine is also here, and I need to say hello to him. .”

The surrounding guests expressed their understanding and made way for the young bachelor.

Bloen, who walked out of the crowd, did not immediately walk towards the figure. Instead, he gave the other person a wink, then picked up a new glass of wine from a passing sommelier, and walked up to the man unhurriedly. Finally, we came to the corner of the banquet hall.

"problem occurs?"

Bloen looked out the window and handed the wine to Anson who walked beside him, casually as if asking about tonight's dishes.

"No." Taking the wine glass from the other party, Anson said calmly:

"The superficial banquet is just a pretense. Tonight, Archbishop Luther will mediate between the Railway Committee and the Yser Elf Ambassador to ensure that the Elf Kingdom will not declare war on Clovis."

Blown was slightly startled, his ice blue eyes showing a sudden look.

"I see... No wonder the Guards are so active... and the people from the trial..." After muttering to himself twice, Bloen immediately regained his composure, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a cold arc:

"Thank you for your information, Your Excellency Anson Bach. I will tell Professor Mace Honard about this matter as soon as possible. He will definitely be very interested in these things."

Um? !

A look of astonishment flashed through Anson's eyes, and he concealed his expression in a low voice: "The professor has returned to Clovis City?"

"Exactly."

Bronn nodded slightly behind his left hand: "It is said that the investigation of August's bloodline has made progress, so I came back to verify the information collected before."

"Don't be nervous, the professor has always been very satisfied with you; the more you are trusted by the church and the Tribunal, the greater your significance to the professor and the Old God Sect. Even if it is just some detailed information, it may be helpful to our 'big plan' Make an indelible impact!”

"You're flattered." Anson, who was smiling, had tensed up.

Mace Honard rushed back to Clovis City so quickly. Did he discover something?

Regardless of whether he has really found the secret of August's bloodline, it is not too difficult to find out when he and Lisa met; and Lisa did not hide her name from others at Thunder Castle, so the probability of being found out is Not low.

If he continues to search, Lisa will be in danger... She must find a way to bring about a head-on conflict between the black mage and the church as soon as possible!

"Please enjoy the banquet tonight, Your Excellency Anson Bach." Bloen picked up the wine glass and looked like he was ready to leave:

"By the way, someone told me before I came here that a certain 'novelist friend' of ours is likely to appear at the banquet; although I think it is unlikely, you might as well keep an eye out."

Is he really here? !

Anson, who deliberately did not hide his surprise, said in a serious tone: "I understand."

"Well, just pay attention and observe, no need to force it." Blown said in a lowered voice:

"Also remember to attend the final presentation. Believe me, the results prepared by the academy will surprise you."

"must."

Anson took the initiative to clink glasses with him, took a sip of wine, smiled and turned away at the same time as him.

Looking at the hurried back of the young bachelor, Anson, who made sure he was not being watched behind him, quietly spat back the drink and placed the glass on an empty table.

Although he didn't think Bloen would poison him, he would always avoid such things "in case" if possible.

Just when Anson was about to continue searching (stealing) for (lazy) a certain novelist who might be hiding in the banquet hall, and confirming the reason for Bloen's appearance here, a beautifully dressed servant stopped him from behind:

"Sir, are you free now? My master would like to invite you over for a drink."

"Sorry, but I'm getting ready to leave now..."

Anson subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he turned his head and looked around, he realized that Cole Dorian, dressed in servant attire, was winking at him.

"Please don't get me wrong, I just want to invite you over for a drink." The second-ranking judge smiled extremely sincerely:

"Absolutely no other meaning."

It means that I absolutely cannot refuse.

Following Cole, Anson left the banquet hall and went up the spiral staircase and knocked on the door at the corner of the second floor.

What was waiting for him in the room was not the bullet aimed at the head, the denunciation documents, and the rows of torture instruments. There were only two judges, a man and a woman, sitting at the table drinking coffee.

That's all...

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, please take a seat." Laurence Bernat turned around and said:

"I'm sorry for inviting you here from the banquet hall. It's mainly because there are some things that need to be confirmed, and there are some things that I need to inform you as soon as possible."

"Please speak."

Anson, who pretended to be calm, sat down at the table, and Sera beside him poured him a cup of coffee.

"Well... let's talk about the last thing first." Lawrence, who had a gentle expression, looked at Cole who closed the door, and smiled at Anson:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, we are now officially informing you that starting tonight, we will stop monitoring you."

"it's over?!"

The stunned Anson subconsciously let go of his right hand holding the coffee, and Sera on the side held it in time to prevent the dress he had spent a lot of money from being reimbursed that night.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Lawrence looked at the shocked Anson and took a sip of coffee:

"Do you want us to continue to monitor you?"

"Of course not! But..."

Anson wanted to say that this was too sudden, but it seemed a bit guilty, as if he was a traitor who should be monitored.

"Can I ask why?"

"Of course, because that's what I was about to say." Lawrence nodded solemnly:

"I won't go into details. The main reason is that we already have the next action plan of the Black Mage, Mace Honnard."

"During the riots and hijackings at the Viscount Bogner factory, we found some very important clues that proved that the rioting workers were mixed with members of the Old Gods; not only that, the previously arrested priest Carlin Jacques also told us Frankly speaking, there are a large number of small-scale Old God organizations in the outer cities, trying to gather workers who have been unemployed or impoverished due to the war."

"We don't know the purpose of his doing this for the time being, but some organizers of the Old God Sect have been arrested by the trial court. They confessed that they obtained the source of funds from the black mage and encouraged the workers to initiate riots."

"As for you, His Excellency Anson Bach." Lawrence changed the subject:

"Through your previous actions, you have proven that you are indeed an innocent victim. Your interaction with the Black Mage was only because you were his student and was used by him; both the Tribunal and the Church of Order have believed that Your loyalty to your faith!"

"As for the other thing... you must have roughly understood the truth about tonight's banquet. The Truth-seeking Cultivator will be setting up defenses outside, and you will be responsible for the security of the room."

"Although I think it is unlikely, we do suspect that there will be rumors that the Old Gods will try to influence the war situation; if there is an emergency, please be sure to ensure the safety of the Archbishop, the Elf Ambassador and the Chairman of the Railway Committee!"

"I see."

"That's good." With a hoarse voice, the gentle Lawrence took a sip of coffee:

"You can return to the banquet now. Archbishop Luther will send someone to invite you when the negotiations begin. You don't have to worry about the rest."

Anson nodded and put down the coffee cup in his hand: "Then I will..."

"Wait a moment."

Just as Anson was about to stand up, Cole Dorian, who was standing against the door, suddenly spoke; he looked at Anson with curiosity and asked with a smile:

"Well... when I went to find you just now, I accidentally saw you standing with Bronn, a student of the Black Mage... What were you talking about at the time?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly solidified.

Anson slowly looked back, looked at the secondary judge who looked like a curious baby, and said in a solemn voice with an extremely solemn tone: "That's a good question, that's exactly what I want to say."

After the words fell, he suddenly turned back to look at the man and woman at the table:

"Sierra, and Captain Lawrence, I have important information to report to you!"

"I have important information about the nobles related to the Old God Sect. There are suspected to be a large number of black mage sponsors in the Kingdom's Privy Council. This is probably related to the financial chain of the Old God Sect organization in the outer city that you found!"

"Um?!"

This time it was not just Lawrence, the three people in the room showed shocked expressions almost at the same time.

"You mean...the black mage...has many sponsors in Clovis City?"

"That's right!" Anson immediately nodded heavily:

"Otherwise, I don't think a history professor can get a large amount of money to support gangsters or even invest in old god organizations."

"Indeed..." The astonished Lawrence frowned slightly:

"I originally had similar speculations... I didn't expect that... well, in this case, it makes sense that Viscount Bogner would resist our inspection."

"This is just my personal suggestion. You'd better take action tonight." Anson looked around at the three people with different expressions:

"I noticed when I came in that many of tonight's guests have provided funding to the Black Mage; Broun's appearance is not an accident, he is here to help the Black Mage stabilize and deepen the relationship with these sponsors. "

"Catch him, and you will definitely be able to get evidence from him that Mace Honnard is the Black Mage!"

The three judges looked at each other.

Looking at the two silent subordinates and Anson with glaring eyes, Captain Lawrence pondered for a few seconds, and his eyes slowly fell on Anson's face:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, thank you for your information. I will seriously consider your suggestions."

Without saying a word, Anson stood up and walked out of the room under the guidance of Cole Dorian. As soon as he walked down the stairs, there was a "bang!" sound of the door closing behind him.

Anson, who was pressing the handrail of the stairs with his left hand, was stunned in place, his steps hanging in the air.

After a minute, after confirming that there was no inquisitor rushing out from behind and no old god sect waiting to kill him under the stairs, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

good, very good.

Now he has stabilized Bronn and made him believe that his appearance here tonight was just an accident; at the same time, he also made the people in the trial temporarily shift their attention to Bronn.

Mace Honnard has just returned to Clovis City. As long as the trial court takes action against Bloun tonight, it will definitely be a big blow to him, and it will definitely be too late to stop him.

Bloen is his crony, and he is the only person who can stand up for him when he leaves Clovis City. In order to ensure that his identity is not exposed, Mace Hornard will definitely try to rescue or kill Bloen.

In this way, his attention will be temporarily diverted from himself and the August family bloodline, and the church and the Tribunal will also have a head-on conflict with the black mage; and as the leader of the Storm Group, he can stay out of the matter and quietly Wait for the result.

No matter what the outcome is, the black mage can no longer stay in Clovis City.

What's even better is that he still maintains a consistent loyal image in the eyes of both parties. There is no risk of "personality collapse" and he is completely innocent.

Just perfect.

Anson nodded with satisfaction and walked quickly towards the banquet hall; after confirming the plan, he was no longer in a hurry, and was even looking forward to what a certain novelist would look like when he actually met him.

Just as he was walking down the stairs and preparing to return to the banquet, a burst of exclamation suddenly came from the corridor in the direction of the door; Anson subconsciously turned around, and the unsmiling Luther Franz was walking towards him.

Then Anson's expression completely froze.

What shocked him was not the Archbishop himself, but a figure walking in the same direction as him; to be more precise, it was another figure walking with him, talking and laughing, a figure wearing a professor's robe.

Mace Honnard!