I will be crowned king

"Sorry, can you wait for me?"

Outside the dark factory gate, Cole Dorian suddenly raised his hand to stop Rifling's cronies beside him, and looked at him seriously:

"I remember... I think I lost my stick here just now."

"cane?"

The young man who turned around frowned. Cole, who saw the confused expression on his face, didn't explain much and pointed to his right eye, which was wearing an eyepatch.

The young man suddenly understood, but still scratched his head in confusion:

"Don't you think you are quite normal? Why do you still need to use a cane?"

"I'm getting used to it, but it's a bit uncomfortable - and that cane is quite valuable."

The inferior inquisitor smiled at the other party, turned around and began to search in the darkness; the young man who wanted to leave him here alone remembered the "rifling" order and had no choice but to stand there and wait for him.

After groping for more than a minute, Cole, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly stood up, with a very delicate-looking cane in his right hand:

"Hey...I thought I couldn't find it, but it seems I'm lucky!"

"oh?"

The young man who was attracted by his business looked sideways. Driven by curiosity, he pretended to be cordial and said to Cole: "Can you lend it to me?"

"sure."

The inferior judge replied very enthusiastically, deliberately standing there, holding the handle of the staff and extending his hand to hand it over.

The moment the young man walked in and stretched out his hand, Cole quietly turned on the switch of the cane, and a bunch of afterimages popped out from the side of the cane with a "Clang!"

Um? !

The dark night perfectly hid the sharp blade of the staff gun, but the young man still sensed something ominous and subconsciously tried to dodge.

But facing a talented person who is in full condition and has activated the power of blood, just being "subconscious" is not enough.

"puff!"

The long silver blade flashed from his wrist, and the young man with suddenly shrunken eyes stared at the right hand that was separated from his forearm. Severe pain instantly spread throughout his body like an electric current, and a shrill wail exploded from his chest. .

"Ah...uhhhhhhh!!!"

Before the young man screamed, Cole's left hand had already pressed down on his mouth; his whole body flew backwards under the force that hit his face.

"boom!"

The nearly two-meter-long staff gun stabbed the young man's chest with a scream that ripped through the air; along with a puff of black smoke, the tip of the gun smashed against the masonry on the ground, sparks flashing across the ground.

A second before his heart was shattered by the staff gun, the young man who endured the pain finally completed the spell.

"Mist of the Undead, are you a conjurer?!"

Cole's eyes were flashing with excitement as the corner of his mouth was raised. He grasped the handle of the staff with one hand and swung it back violently.

"clang!"

The tip of the spear collided with the young man's right fist that had been imprinted with [Sharp Wind], and the blast caused a wave of air that scattered Cole's bangs, revealing his ghost-like face that had been painted by old Alfred. .

The ferocious sense of oppression even caused the other party to lose consciousness for a moment and lose the last chance to call for help and escape.

Seizing this opportunity, Cole grasped the handle of the staff and quickly closed the distance with the young man. His intact right hand had already reached into his arms at the same time.

Is this a gun?

Is he crazy? !

The frowning young man endured the severe pain and started to imprint the next magic spell with his left hand as he dispersed [Rui Feng]. He dodged to one side.

As long as you dodge the opponent's first shot, the sound of the gunfire will attract the people in ambush around you, and you will be safe!

While he was chuckling, what the grinning inferior inquisitor took out from his coat pocket was not a pistol, but a cylinder with a smoking fuse.

The young man's eyes froze instantly.

"grass!!"

Throwing out a translucent sharp blade with his backhand, the young man drained all the potential in his body and rushed out of the explosion range at all costs.

The sparks from the metal collision caused harsh thunder to explode in the air; the billowing smoke instantly enveloped everything within a three-meter radius, blocking the sight of the two men.

But...the expected explosion and fire did not appear.

The young man who immediately guessed what was happening had a flash of panic on his face. He hurriedly climbed up from the ground on hands and knees, while reaching for the pistol in his arms with his left hand.

"puff!"

The lightless staff gun pierced the smoke and penetrated his heart. The left hand holding the gun was also nailed to the chest by the long blade, and the whole body was hit against the wall behind him.

The young man was shocked and stared at the staff gun on his chest, blood continuously flowing out of his mouth.

"What I like most about Conjurers is the mysterious confidence of you people."

The smiling Cole Dorian looked at the young man who was still struggling to death in front of him, but his tone revealed unparalleled indifference:

"As long as I understand your 'little tricks', it will be easier to kill you than killing a few mutant monsters."

"You...Judgement...Hydra..."

The wide-eyed young man stretched his severed hand to the inferior judge in vain, and his mouth continued to overflow with plasma; the remaining luster in his eyes gradually dissipated in this dying struggle.

The smoke dissipated, and the young man's limp body hung on the long blade of the staff and gun.

Cole suddenly pulled the staff gun out of his body and immediately waved it with his backhand.

"puff!"

A cold light flashed, and the headless corpse collapsed to the ground; the shadow of a spherical object fell to the ground, and with a crisp sound, it rolled and disappeared into the deserted alley.

In the dissipating smoke, the secondary inquisitor standing with a gun dragged out a long shadow behind him.

Cole Dorian looked down at the corpse on the ground with a stern expression.

The stern expression only lasted for a second before it was quickly replaced by helplessness. Then he quickly put away the useless weapons and threw them aside, and began to clean up the scene that was messed up by smoke and plasma.

Normally, of course, the inferior judge does not need to do this kind of thing himself, but now it is obviously a little different from usual - and he not only has to clean up the scene, but also wants to find a way to notify the surrounding storm group as soon as possible, and also think of ways to notify the surrounding storm group as soon as possible. How to make the two caster gang leaders "Old Pocket Watch" and "Cigar" unsuspectingly walk into the military factory without doubting themselves...

Yes, Cole Dorian finally understood the "sorry" smile on Anson's face when he came to find him.

This guy did it on purpose!

Fortunately for him, he was still lucky, thinking that it was just an accident that he found him... He must have known that he was the one who took the shift yesterday!

If it were Sera, she would definitely not be allowed to do such hard work!

After struggling to wipe away the last blood stains on the ground, the inferior judge finally let out a sigh of relief and stood up. He walked toward the long alley with a cane he had just picked up.

………………

As the night deepened, the gangsters who had completely controlled the arms factory began to take action: one by one, carriages entered from the factory gate in an orderly manner. These empty carriages were filled with buckets of salted fish or exuded. The strong smell of the can made almost every gangster who passed by the carriage unable to help but cover their mouth and nose.

Although the stench is unbearable, for gangsters who often need to smuggle, it is a very necessary means to avoid censorship: as long as the management is in place, all checkpoints and guards will not stay in front of these carriages for even one minute.

The poor people living in the lower city would not care if the packages of cigarettes, alcoholic drinks or laudanum bought at low prices had a lingering smell of salted fish.

The war between Clovis and the Empire plunged the entire outer city into a hell of soaring prices, closed shops, and unemployed workers, while at the same time making the gang's business boom.

Tavern owners have to place double the usual orders for bootlegging to cope with daily sales, and every amount of tobacco and laudanum can be sold out in one day; casinos of all sizes are as lively as a festival every night; A tramp with intact hands and feet is willing to kill for his employer as long as he has three pounds of black bread and a glass of water...

"But everyone knows that such 'good times' cannot last forever."

In the empty warehouse, "Rifling" said to himself in a hoarse voice:

"The tolerance of the noble lords in the inner city is only temporary. When their struggle for power among themselves stops, they will turn their eyes here; they all know how profitable the tobacco, alcohol and casino business is, and it will only be a matter of time before we are strangled to death. matter."

"Old Pocket Watch is the smartest one among us. He found a channel to communicate with those big shots very early. It is said that he has some relationship with the 'Black Mage', so when he proposed to cooperate, we all agreed .”

"We didn't dare to deal with the black mage, he was too dangerous; but we did need money, so we joined forces with him again and again, gathering a group of homeless people to riot in the inner city."

"The biggest commotion was the recent one at St. Isaac's College, the former Bogner family's factory, and...oh...and the Clovis Cathedral on Red Brick Street, haha!"

As he spoke, "Rifling" with a relaxed face even laughed out loud, with a relaxed and happy expression on his indifferent face under the black soft hat.

Resisting the urge to ask the other party about the black mage, Anson, who maintained his personality, frowned slightly and turned to look at "Rifling":

"You seem to be talking too much all of a sudden."

"Yeah, because I'm a little nervous right now."

He laughed dryly, shook his head and twitched the corners of his mouth:

"To be precise, I should be so nervous that I'm going to die!"

"Of the four people who are still alive, I am the one who knows Old Pocket Watch best. Because of my understanding, I know how dangerous he is, and I am afraid it is more dangerous than I imagined."

"Because the old pocket watch in my mind would never be able to kill Whisper without even the slightest movement right under my nose!"

Looking at the slightly trembling cheeks under the black soft hat, Anson nodded gently, pretending to be indifferent: "Is that why you need me?"

"Just in case."

"Rifling" said very frankly: "Cigar is a wallflower who only knows how to shoot cold shots in the back. Unless Old Pocket Watch and I decide the winner, he won't take action."

"Of course because this guy is so annoying, he must die."

Anson suddenly liked this guy a little bit. This was really the first time he had met such a frank gangster and spell caster.

Although that doesn't change the fact that he and the other two guys have to die.

"When those two bastards come over later, you hide in the warehouse and don't show your face. I'll be responsible for dealing with them."

Rifling, who didn't know what Anson was thinking, sighed and said with a serious expression:

"Old Pocket Watch is very cautious. If we send people to find them, he will definitely be alerted. It will be a bit difficult to sneak attack on him; so I will tell him that you are the guy who secretly set the trap to distract him."

Anson nodded to express understanding and pursed his lips tightly to prevent himself from laughing.

"Old Pocket Watch's fighting method is rather weird. It is different from the general black mage who likes to hypnotize and create hallucinations. Instead, it is somewhat similar to a conjuration mage. Cigar is a relatively ordinary blood mage. His body has been greatly strengthened, and he can also... You get strength from your blood, so be careful not to get sucked by him."

"Rifling" continued: "I will deal with them at first, and then deliberately provoke a fight with the cigar, and then drag the old pocket watch into the battle."

"Just try to hide it as concealed as possible, and when the time comes, cooperate with me to launch a surprise attack on the old pocket watch."

"Then how do I know when the time has come?" Anson asked.

"I'll tell you when the time comes." He spread his hands very calmly:

"I can't say it now, otherwise if you are really the guy who killed the Whisperers, or cooperate with either of those two bastards, I will have lost all my last cards... This is just in case."

Looking at that undisguised expression of suspicion, Anson fell in love with him more and more:

"Can."

"Rifling" also nodded and pressed the brim of his hat: "Then it's settled."

The two of them turned around and walked in opposite directions. "Rifling" stood by the door with his hat on the brim, while Anson walked into the warehouse, lurking quietly in the shadows, locking eyes with the corner of his eye. Every movement outside the door.

On the one hand, this is of course to avoid arousing the vigilance of the two gang leaders. On the other hand, Cole Dorian will come back at any time, so we must try to avoid being exposed in front of him.

Sigh...it's so difficult for me.

Fifteen minutes later, two figures appeared outside the warehouse gate, approaching slowly and unhurriedly.

"What happened, Rifle?"

Accompanied by gentle questions, "Old Pocket Watch" and "Cigar" came forward with a smile, and sincerely took off the sunglasses on his face.

"Rifling" raised his head slightly and looked at them, his expression slightly changed: "Why are there only two of you?"

"Yes, didn't you say something was wrong?"

Recalling what Cole said when he found him, "Cigar" with a happy face shrugged:

"There is a small problem, and we need to come over and take a look... Since it is something that requires both of us to come together to solve, we must not let more people know about it, right?"

"Rifling" slowly looked sideways and nodded towards him:

"Yes, I was just asking."

The smiling "Old Pocket Watch" looked at "Rifling": "Where is our new friend? Where is he?"

"In the warehouse, I'll take a look at the goods while I'm waiting for you."

"Oh, then we'd better not keep him waiting too long, let's go in."

"good."

After the exchange, the three people nodded to each other and walked towards the warehouse.

The moment he turned around, "Rifling" pulled out his pistol without warning and pointed it at the back of "Cigar"'s head.

Then fired six shots!