I will be crowned king

"Angelica, what are you doing here?"

In Franz's mansion, Sophia Franz, who was awakened by the light outside, pushed the door open and walked out of the bedroom. She looked confused at the little maid standing under the corridor light, with her hands behind her back and a panic look on her face.

"No, it's nothing!"

Angelica, who forced a smile, shook her head desperately, her floating eyes avoided Sophia's gaze, and she kept walking backwards: "Just, I just can't sleep."

"Can't sleep?"

Seeing the little maid who was obviously a little abnormal, the sleepy Sophia suddenly woke up and narrowed her eyes like a fox.

"Yes, it's just...the heating in the room...is turned on too high, and I really can't stay here."

The little maid, whose eyes were moving rapidly, nodded repeatedly, with a hint of nervousness in her smile.

"Oh..." Sophia raised her head slightly, with a faint smile on her face:

"Then why don't you come and sleep in my room, just like before. It seems like we haven't slept together for a long time, so why not tonight..."

"No, no need! Angelica just needs to come out for a while to get some air, and it'll be fine!" The little maid's back was pressed against the wall, with a hint of defensiveness in her smile:

"On the other hand, Miss Sophia, you have a lot of things to do tomorrow morning: funds for the security forces, small loans in the outer city, Madam Caterina's salon... Please go to bed early and don't worry too much about Angelica!"

"Really?"

Following the example of a certain army lieutenant colonel, Sophia pretended to be exaggeratedly concerned.

"real!"

The little maid nodded subconsciously: "It's good to get some air. Angelica will go back to sleep soon. We will go to Mrs. Catalina's salon together tomorrow morning!"

After the words fell, the two people with completely opposite expressions stood in front of the door and the other stood under the wall; no one left the dimly lit corridor.

The corners of Sophia's mouth rose gracefully.

"Dear Angelica, there are two holes in what you just said."

With a tone imitating her father, Sofia smiled and said word by word:

"First of all, you seem to have forgotten that you just complained to me this afternoon. The heating in the room didn't work very well, so you asked for a temporary brazier from the kitchen to keep warm."

The little maid who was frozen in place kept an awkward smile, cold sweat streaking down her cheeks.

"Secondly..." Sophia calmly raised two fingers and pointed to the study next to the corridor light:

"If I remember correctly, your room has a balcony. If you want to relax, just open the window - why do you have to run to my study?"

The little maid twitched her throat hard and subconsciously wanted to take a step back, making Sophia more confident in her judgment.

"So, my dear Angelica..."

Standing in front of the little maid, Sophia, who was a little proud, stretched out her right hand:

"Hand over what you've hidden behind your back?"

A minute later, when Sophia took the spoils of this "little war" from Angelica, her expression quickly changed from pride to confusion, and then from confusion to surprise, her eyes widened with disbelief on her face. Stare at the person's name in the newspaper.

“The Great Detective Arsene, by Draco Vertes?!”

Sophia exclaimed and suddenly looked up at the little maid: "So he has been serialized in "Clovis Truth"?!"

The frightened little maid did not dare to speak.

"Then why didn't anyone tell me... No, why can he still publish novels in newspapers and not be arrested by the Guards?!"

Sophia asked eagerly: "Did father... no, did people from the Inquisition interfere?"

"Ann, Angelica doesn't know, I really don't know!"

The little maid shrank her neck, her cheeks turned pink due to nervousness:

"But this novel has indeed been serialized in the "Clovis Truth", and the update speed has become faster and faster recently; at first there was only one article a week, then there would be one in two or three days, and now it is almost every day renew!"

"Are they all new stories?"

"No, it's the same story."

The uneasy little maid recalled for a moment: "The story is about the great detective Yassen who came to the empire's capital, Xiaolong City, and accidentally participated in the conspiracy of a group of old gods, and then revealed the truth behind the conspiracy step by step. "

"The recent story is coming to an end, and what you are holding in your hand is the latest issue - Yassen, with the help of his good friend and young boy Lesser, sneaked into the gathering of the Old Gods, preparing to bring down all the masterminds behind the scenes. Catch all the envoys in one fell swoop..."

Sophia looked thoughtfully at the newspaper in her hand, completely unaware of what the little maid said next.

Draco could not have imagined that publishing the novel in the newspaper would attract the attention of the Guards and others, but he continued to publish it, and published it more and more frequently.

No, there is something wrong with this novel. It is very likely that Draco Vertes is trying to convey a certain message!

Countless speculations flashed through Sophia's mind one by one, and she glanced at the little maid with a solemn expression:

"Angelica, do you still have the latest issues of "Clovis Truth"?!"

……………

In the attic of the Crown Tavern where the cold wind was howling, Anson was so stunned that he was speechless and froze on the spot, even half of his body was soaked by the cold rain without even realizing it.

"I, let me summarize what you just said..."

Taking a deep breath, Anson, who was so shocked by Draco's words, tried to calm down and said with a slightly trembling voice:

"In short... Due to various reasons, the outer city is already a barrel of explosives. Just killing a few old god gangs and spell casters will not help at all. It is only a matter of time before a riot sweeps the entire royal capital, and the number of people will be... ten Ten thousand?"

"That's right."

The smiling Draco spoke in a relaxed tone, as if the two of them were just discussing the plot of the novel: "There may be more, or less than we guessed... but I think we should at least consider the worst case scenario first."

"I think the problem has nothing to do with the number of people..." Anson rolled his eyes weakly:

"A riot of 100,000 people... If the Guards can make sufficient preparations in advance, there should be no problem, but the problem is that they never imagined that the riot would be of this level, thinking that it would only be 10,000 or 20,000 people at most... "

"They will be torn into pieces by ordinary people who think they can control...unarmed...people who don't even have enough to eat."

Anson murmured to himself, staring motionlessly at Draco who was smiling at him:

"And you want me and the less than a thousand people from the storm group to stand in the way of these angry mobs?"

"You don't need to stop them. All you have to do is guard Clovis Cathedral." Draco shook his head and pointed out the error in Anson's language:

"No matter what, the nobles and guards in the city will not watch the Osteria Palace being captured by thugs. It would be a huge blow to the Kingdom of Clovis; they will defend the palace at all costs... But not necessarily the cathedral.”

"Once the cathedral is captured, the Church of Order will have an excuse to intervene in this matter. More importantly, Clovis Cathedral is the core financial institution of the kingdom. Once something goes wrong, hundreds of factories and chambers of commerce will be affected by this incident. The riots will lead to bankruptcy and bankruptcy, and countless ordinary people will be displaced due to unemployment. Not only will things not get better because of this riot, but they will get worse!"

"The city of Clovis will become a purgatory on earth overnight!"

"So some people may think that the palace is the most important building in Clovis, but in fact Clovis Cathedral is the key to everything; by guarding this place, we can minimize the damage caused by the riots."

Draco showed an extremely sincere expression to Anson: "Anson Bach, only you can do all this and become the hero who saves Clovis City!"

"No, I think you may trust me too much!" The corners of Anson's mouth twitched crazily.

Are you kidding me, that’s 100,000 people!

What is the concept of one hundred thousand people? The total sum of all the people in the entire inner city—from the king to the hawkers selling on the roadside—is around three hundred thousand!

"The most important thing is...why me?"

"Because you are the commander of the security forces of the Church of Order, only you can convince Archbishop Luther Franz not to abandon Clovis Cathedral when the riots begin!"

Draco said without any hesitation:

"The most important thing is that only you will truly believe me and not dismiss this as the nonsense of a madman who treats reality as fiction."

No, there is at least one person who believes your nonsense more than me... The corner of Anson's mouth twitched, and a certain fan of detective novels came to mind.

He looked at the novelist with a sincere expression in front of him and took a deep breath helplessly:

"Okay, let's say I really believe you, let's say I successfully convince Archbishop Luther, and 'assume'... I can defend Clovis Cathedral under the siege of a hundred thousand thugs... then what?"

No matter how you look at it, this matter does not look like it will end easily.

"If this is the case, then I will, as a representative of the rioters, persuade His Majesty Carlos II and all the nobles who were in the palace at that time to accept their conditions."

Anson was stunned for a moment: "W-what did you say?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Anson Bach, you heard it right. I will persuade the king and the nobles in the Privy Council to implement a new bill to protect the work rights and interests of the lower class civilians."

Draco Wilters paused for a moment and said very calmly: "This is the only and best way to solve this matter."

"The vast majority of them are ordinary people who have lost their source of income because they were fired from factories, or lost their land in their hometowns and have no fixed residence. They are used and bewitched by the gangs of the Old Gods. All they want is a job. A job that gives them a stable roof and hot food.”

"To be honest, they really don't want much; but if these ordinary people who were bewitched by the Old Gods are allowed to pour out their anger regardless of anything, things will only get worse."

With a faint smile, Draco Vertes continued: "So someone must stand up and prevent the worst situation from happening."

"So this is the reason why you are here tonight?" Anson still doesn't quite understand:

"But what does all this have to do with you?"

According to Draco, regardless of whether he intervenes or not, the guards who seek death will be slaughtered by thugs inspired by themselves and the Old Gods, and the entire city of Clovis will usher in an unprecedented turmoil.

But no matter what, the Guards were finished, and he didn't even need to take such a seemingly meaningless risk, he could just sit back and wait for the real murderer of his brother to kill him.

"No, you are wrong." Draco suddenly came closer and pressed Anson's shoulders with a "pop!":

"All of this... no, this storm that is destined to sweep across the entire Kingdom of Clovis and even the world has something to do with each of us. The only difference is whether we know it or not."

Seeing his serious expression, Anson was restless and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Anson Bach, there are many similarities between you now and me five years ago."

Anson was stunned for a moment and immediately understood that he was talking about the Beigang incident that almost triggered a war five years ago.

"Not long after I left Clovis City, a newspaper in North Port hired me. I occasionally worked part-time as a detective. My monthly income allowed me to rent a two hundred square meter apartment and hire a maid."

The novelist stood up and smiled casually:

"At that time, I really thought life would go on like this...until a group of sailors rebelled and the North Port incident broke out."

"When the situation was at its worst, I had the idea of ​​​​escaping alone more than once; but the fact is that it is simply impossible - the Empire, Clovis, and the three countries of the North Sea have sealed the entire North Port from both land and water, and no one can escape. stay home."

"So I understood one thing. If I wanted to leave Beigang alive, I had to do something, instead of just waiting for death, thinking that I could wait until the rebellion was over and start my comfortable life again."

"This is my reason, Anson Bach, and this is the reason I want to convince you - if you are not going to be swallowed up by this storm that is destined to affect us all, you must give up your desire for an easy life. Delusion, think carefully about what you want to do, what you want to get, what you want to change?”

"Because if you don't do it, someone else will do it, fight for it, and change it... and when the time comes, you, me, and we... will be the ones who are deprived and changed."

As soon as the words fell, Draco ended the night's chat and stood up, leaving Anson Bach with a face of shock and confusion.

In the study room of Franz's mansion at the other end of the city, a certain girl who was even more shocked than him was lying on the desk. In front of her was a table full of books from January to now. "Victoria Truth Report".

His astonished pupils kept scanning over the slightly yellow handwriting, which was the story of the latest issue of "Detective Yasen":

"...'No, my friend.' Yassen said to me with a sigh: 'This is not an accident, a case, a conspiracy, but a war, a terrible war!' As if worried that I would not understand , he specially emphasized his tone..."

"...War? I really can't understand how a group of insidious and cunning rats, who only deserve to live in dirty sewers, are despised by noble gentlemen and knights, and are used by the evil mages of the Old Gods, can start a war against the nobles? "

"...'They have no armor!' I emphasized: 'They have no muskets, no discipline, no order. No matter how many they are, they cannot win a war. Why would they be stupid enough to win a war that is destined to be lost?' …”

"…'No, this has nothing to do with winning or losing." Yasen emphasized again. I have never seen his expression so serious: "It is precisely because they are so humble that they will resist at all costs, even if they know that they are being used, You must also resist!'..."

"...'This is the bitter fruit planted by all of us, it is the retribution for the harm we have done to them, and the punishment given to us by the Ring of Order, because this time the murderer is not them..."

"But ourselves!"