I will be crowned king

As the first and only Clovisian in the history of the Archbishop of the Kingdom of Clovis, Luther Franz's status in the upper echelons of the Kingdom was almost below that of one person and above ten thousand people.

According to the regulations of the Church of Order, the archbishop is not allowed to interfere in the politics of the kingdom, so he usually lives in a cathedral or a monastery outside the city; only Luther Franz still retains the original family mansion, as well as hundreds of members of the Franz family. The hereditary title of court earl.

As for why I came here today... I can help Anson, he belongs to a wealthy family in Clovis, and he also knows a certain female inquisitor - apart from a certain young lady who lives here, is there any second choice?

Standing in front of this four-story blue-and-white building, Anson sighed and knocked lightly on the door.

"Lord Anson Bach?!"

The person who opened the door for him was Angelica. The little maid in a black and white dress covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes shining like diamonds:

"I thought...why did you come to the mansion suddenly?"

"Something came out."

Anson showed a stiff smile, and the enthusiasm of the little maid occasionally made him a little uncomfortable: "Can I come in?"

"Of course, please come in!"

The little maid lifted her skirt and bowed respectfully, letting Anson into the door. She then found a young male servant to put away Anson's coat and hat, and then led him into the living room.

"Tea, coffee, or wine?"

Seeing Anson sit down on the sofa, the little maid asked with a smile.

"Uh...coffee, thank you."

"No problem, it'll only take a few minutes."

Angelica, who tilted her little head, bowed again: "Miss Sophia has gone to Madam Caterina's salon. It will take about half an hour to come back. Please wait here for a while. If you need anything, just ask me." .”

"Okay, thank you." Anson continued to smile.

Three minutes later, the little maid carrying a silver tray came back; in addition to a pot of coffee with milk and sugar, there was also a piece of mousse cake, a few pieces of caramel chocolate, and a stack of colorful macarons. Plus a few newspapers to kill time.

If only Lisa were here... Anson's expression darkened slightly, but he quickly recovered, poured himself a cup of coffee, took a newspaper and started reading it.

It is said that although the riots affected almost the entire city of Clovis, the journalism industry did not seem to be affected at all. Is it because the reporters at the newspaper have stronger vitality than the average person...

After flipping through two pages, almost all the newspapers were full of articles about the impact of the riots in the outer city, the heavy blow to the economy, the future caused by the low level of security... and so on.

Even a third-rate tabloid like Clovis Truth, which relies on headlines, original stories and tidbits, began to talk about trivial matters such as when martial law will end, when markets will reopen, where to claim bodies, or where to recruit workers in factories.

Anson quickly read several pages of the newspaper and finally saw a few news items that were barely related to the riots.

The first thing is the follow-up to the previous incident of the Ysel Elf Ambassador: Carlos II officially announced at the Privy Council that he would impose a "sanctioned war" on the Ysel Elf Kingdom and its allies, and asked the Church of Order in the Holy City to Zong applied to deprive the Elf King Yser of his religious membership.

Well, Anson is not surprised by this; the Clovis people have been coveting the Yser elves for a long time, and there is no question of whether to fight, only when.

The second thing is slightly related to Anson: the old Guards will be disbanded before the end of March due to its "extreme incompetence" and "serious dereliction of duty"; the security work of Clovis City will be handed over to the newly established Security forces.

Because of Ludwig Franz's success in quelling the riots, the 500 members of the Privy Council unanimously approved him as the supreme commander of the new security army.

This is not surprising. When he heard that the army to suppress the riot was the levy force of Thunder Castle, Anson roughly guessed this result; in order to keep this security army in the hands of the Franz family for decades to come , Archbishop Luther has incurred a huge cost, and now it is time to reap the rewards.

Once the new security army is established, in order to ensure that the Franz family has enough power and connections in it, the Storm Regiment, which is the church security army, will definitely join; but this should be Ludwig's personal soldiers and the future Guards. The main infantry regiment is now in his own hands...

Of course, Anson didn't mind being Ludwig's deputy, but the problem was that the Privy Council couldn't accept that in addition to Ludwig, the commander, a second archbishop would also enter the senior ranks, allowing the new close The Guards became the private soldiers of the Franz family.

As a result, my position is a bit awkward.

With a helpless sigh, Anson placed the coffee cup he took a sip on on the table. Now he had to think about what to do in the future.

How about going to the Army Academy to be a teaching assistant? Teacher Erich at the academy treats me quite well...

"Impossible, you don't want to let me go to that hell!"

The moment he put down the cup, a roar suddenly exploded in the empty house.

Anson was startled and almost spilled his coffee, his eyes suddenly turned towards the door behind him in astonishment.

The voice sounds like... Ludwig?

"Take back what you just said, Ludwig Franz!"

Luther Franz's low voice came from behind the door, as if he was suppressing endless anger:

"Just this once, just this once... give up your indifferent self-esteem and think about your family, our family's future; thinking like an adult, is it... so difficult for you to do it?! "

"That's it!"

Ludwig's roar once again came over the head:

"How many times is this? If I remember correctly, we discussed this issue two years ago. I said that I had no interest in being a soldier who did not fight, and you said that you would respect my choice; this is what you said about me. My respect?!”

"I'm asking you to fulfill your obligations to the family!"

"I can also fulfill this obligation on the front line! In the trenches, in the tents, on the battlefield, not in some warm and comfortable office where people have nothing to do!"

Ludwig's roar was slightly trembling: "Do you understand what it will mean once Clovis loses this war?!"

"Of course I understand!"

"No, you don't understand! If you really understood, you would do your best to prevent Carlos from declaring war on the Elf Kingdom of Yser instead of indulging him!"

"Let me remind you, Ludwig Franz, your father is not a Circle of Order - I can only do my best!"

"That shows that your efforts are still not enough, and you should not consider moving a legion that can still fight to the rear when the frontline resources are scarce; I regret it very much now, why did I listen to your words and come back!"

Ludwig's roar echoed through the house, but his anger was met with only silence.

In the deadly silent living room, Anson sat on the sofa and stared at the closed door, his eyes unblinking.

"boom--!"

There was a loud noise, and Ludwig opened the door with an angry face. As soon as he walked out of the study, he saw a figure sitting on the sofa holding a newspaper and coffee, turning to look at him.

"Anson Bach, when did you come?"

Ludwig was startled for a moment, then glanced at the study behind him, his stern expression showing a bit of embarrassment:

"You...heard everything?"

"I only heard part of it." Anson blinked, deliberately showing some confusion:

"what happens?"

"Nothing! I had a fight with my father...because of some...trivial things...well, that's it."

Ludwig explained a few words impatiently, and then immediately changed the subject: "How about you? I heard that Clovis Cathedral was invaded by a blasphemous mage. Some people said that you were injured? "

"It was just some flesh injuries and mental trauma. I recovered after a few days of rest in the hospital." Anson smiled:

"As for you, I heard that you have been promoted from brigadier general to major general?"

"Well, it just passed the Privy Council and has not yet been approved by the Army."

Ludwig shook his head, seemingly not very interested in this matter.

Feeling a little depressed, he lowered his eyes and accidentally saw the news published in the newspaper that he was about to become the commander of the security army.

Ludwig, whose expression changed slightly, was silent for a few seconds and looked at Anson with a somewhat complicated look:

"You...are you here for this matter?"

"No! I actually..."

"There's no need to hide this kind of thing!"

Without waiting for Anson to explain, Ludwig interrupted righteously: "I can make a promise to you now! I, Ludwig Franz, will never serve as the next Guardsman. Commander!"

"On the contrary, I think that with your persistence in Clovis Cathedral this time and your achievements in killing the blasphemous mage, you are qualified for this position - at least, you should be like the general staff or the commander of the elite grenadier regiment. A high-level class; although I think your ability should not be wasted on such a meaningless..."

"Click——"

Before Ludwig finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of opening the door outside the living room; Sophia Franz, wearing a purple dress and smiling, walked into the living room and saw Luther standing next to the sofa. At the moment when Wei Xi and An Sen, for some reason, their expressions quickly turned cold.

"It seems that you have finished your quarrel with your father?" the girl said indifferently:

"Or is it just that the first round has just ended, and I have to go out again to avoid disturbing you?"

"No, no need."

Ludwig was a little embarrassed and said: "I was about to go out and go to the military camp on Whitehall Street with Anson Bach..."

"I'm very sorry, but His Excellency Anson Bach will not go to the military camp with you."

Sophia interrupted unceremoniously, looking at Anson with a hint of meaning in her eyes, and walked to his side step by step: "In fact, the purpose of his coming today is to come to me 'specifically' to discuss certain things. , not you, Brother Ludwig."

"Am I right, Anson?"

The affectionate name and the close distance between the two people seemed to be already close to each other and they talked about everything.

Looking at Sophia's heart-warming smile and the hint of astonishment under Ludwig's stern expression, Anson, standing in the middle, suddenly felt a little...

Panic.

………………

"Where did you get the invitation letter from the Luen family?"

In the girl's dormitory, Sophia looked at Anson who was restless in front of the dressing table, playing with the exquisite and exaggerated invitation card in his hand, with an extremely confused expression.

Anson sighed and said, "I said they gave it to me, do you believe it?"

"Do not believe."

Sophia frowned slightly and handed the invitation back to Anson: "But apart from this, there doesn't seem to be any other more reasonable explanation."

"The Luen family is the oldest family in the Kingdom of Clovis. The family history can be traced back to 900 years before the Saints. Only a handful of equally ancient families and royal families can be invited to Lunde Manor as their guests. I really I don’t understand why they invited you and only you?”

"How do you know they only invited me?"

"Because I went to a dinner party at Lund Manor with my father."

There was something strange in the girl's eyes, as if she was recalling some bad memories: "They will write down the names of all the guests present on the invitation; if not, it means they only invited you."

"The manor is in a forest outside the city of Clovis. It is surrounded by the private property of the Luen family. It is a castle that looks a bit eerie. It seems to be ancient and has a history of thousands of years."

"I can give you the detailed address of that place. It's not difficult to find, although you may get lost if you're not careful."

"Thank you."

Anson nodded slightly and thanked: "Is there anything I can help with? As long as it's something I can do."

Although it was just an ordinary courtesy, if she really made a request, Anson would not refuse.

Well, anyway, this young lady who is extremely passionate about detective novels cannot say anything exaggerated. The most she can do is visit Old Wall Street again.

Sophia did not speak immediately, but remained silent for a few seconds, looking at Anson with a somewhat solemn expression:

"You...remember what you told me before, to keep an eye on Draco Vertes, to find out the network behind him, and how to get Carlos to reach an agreement with the thugs who besieged the palace?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I found it." Sophia said solemnly:

"It's exactly what you...and father said. He is not fighting alone, but there is a group of people behind him to cooperate with his actions."

"To be more precise, this is an organization; it was they who planned this riot, and also used the Old God Sect organization as their shield, making everyone think that this was all a plan by the Black Mage and the Old God Sect. .”

Sophia paused for a moment, as if she had returned to the night of the riot, hiding under the stairs and trembling all over, listening attentively to the two voices who deliberately lowered their voices:

"I didn't hear the details very clearly. I only heard a name clearly, a name that should have disappeared into thin air decades ago..."

"They call themselves...the Society of Truth!"