I will be crowned king

Ten minutes later, Karin Jacques, wearing a black priest's robe, opened the door cautiously and tiptoed into the room.

As a qualified contraband and intelligence dealer, a "sensible" informant, and a spell caster who knows exactly how much he weighs, Karin Jacques is very aware of the rules of his business and is extremely good at figuring them out. Proportionate.

He usually doesn't do stupid things like proactively contacting customers or even exposing himself.

But this time... well... it's a little different.

When he first came into contact with the eldest lady of the Franz family, he thought she was suffering from a hallucination, thinking that spellcasters were some mysterious figures, and thought of himself as an adventurer exploring the "other side" of the world in a novel, or perhaps A detective who digs out the truth hidden in the shadows.

Well, just like those wildly fabricated and idiotic legendary novels published by a certain novelist in the "Clovis Truth".

He did think so at first, but after a short period of careful observation and research on Sophia Franz's past behavior, he discovered his guess...

Absolutely correct, without a single deviation.

This eldest lady is the purest and most standard kind of fan of legendary novels, and she is a serious type; she probably often substitutes herself into a certain character in the novel, so that she cannot distinguish reality from what is described in the novel. What a difference in the world.

Apart from being very active and very wealthy, there is basically no difference between him and those fanatics in reading salons or novel clubs.

The best evidence is that she actually admires Draco Vertes, a bastard, and regards him as a hero who saves the world.

Although he and he seemed to be friends... but Karin Jacques believed from the bottom of his heart that if even Draco, a bastard, could be considered a "hero", then there would be only two criteria for selecting heroes in this world.

The first one is that he looks like a human being; the second one is that he is good at doing things, no matter how good or bad he is.

But soon, he realized the difference between this eldest lady and other novel fans.

She is rich.

Very rich.

Usually, even if an enemy comes to visit, Karin Jacques can always hide if he wants to - of course, the trial at the trial is another matter - after all, the city of Clovis is so big, where is there no hiding place?

But as it turns out, there isn't.

Sophia Franz was not only keen on doing things herself, but also good at using her own advantages; driven by interests, the major newspapers and unscrupulous reporters in the city were encouraged to use their skills in digging up street gossip to search for Carlin. ·The whereabouts of Jacques.

The unlucky black-robed priest held firm for seven days, and then he came to surrender.

Months of publicity and campaigning against the Stormtroopers, as well as the infighting between Kingdom Loyalty and Morning News, had unknowingly allowed Sophia to integrate the various tabloids in Clovis City and become an influential force. The power of public opinion among the middle and lower classes.

Theoretically speaking, as long as she wanted it and it was still in Clovis City, there was no possibility that she could not find it; for Miss Sophia Franz's "big news" and continuous investment, countless Thousands of tabloid reporters are willing to go through fire and water, no matter what.

But this is only one of the reasons, the more important thing is that Sophia Franz...

She did give too much.

In front of the salary offered by Miss Franz, Karin Jacques suddenly felt that his efforts in the first half of his life were just like a joke; he who once thought that he was living a very realistic life suddenly began to reflect on the meaning of his previous actions. .

Of course, as a principled person, the tight-lipped Karin Jacques will never reveal a word about the secrets that really relate to the Truth Society, the Old God Sect and the Church of Order!

She didn't ask anyway. If she had asked...well...

Then let’s discuss it again, discuss it again.

"Mr. Karin Jacques, please sit down."

Seeing the black-robed priest trembling and wiping the sweat from his forehead, Sophia smiled calmly and said, "What would you like to drink?"

"Oh, you are so polite!" The extremely nervous black-robed priest quickly sat down and forced a smile to Angelica beside him:

"Please give me a glass of water, just plain water."

"Qingshui?" The little maid blinked.

"Yes, boiled, pure water will do."

Swallowing his saliva, the black-robed priest met Sophia's curious gaze: "This is a habit I developed before. I don't drink anything except water."

“Good practice to be very cautious.”

The smiling Sophia glanced at Angelica, and the little maid who understood the situation gracefully bowed to the black-robed priest and turned around happily to leave.

When leaving, don't forget to close the study door from the outside.

Looking at the little maid's leaving figure, Sophia didn't put down the coffee cup in her hand until the door was closed tightly: "Mr. Karin Jacques..."

"exist!"

The black-robed priest tensed up and did not dare to relax for a moment.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm not interrogating you." Sophia gently wiped the coffee stains from the corner of her mouth:

"Did you hear what I just told those reporters?"

"heard it."

Karin Jacques nodded, he was just next door.

"Then you should have a general understanding of the specific situation of the Hantu Battlefield and the Yser Elf Battlefield, right?" Sophia then asked.

Karin Jacques immediately became alert and his eyes began to flicker: "I just heard about it."

"That's enough." Sophia was very satisfied:

"The situation is like this. During the recent period, Kingdom Loyal News and Morning News have been suppressing various reports about the Stormtroopers in an attempt to cover up their outstanding contributions to the Kingdom of Clovis."

"I'm worried that even if the good news of the Storm Division's defeat of the Imperial Expeditionary Force comes in the end, it will be overshadowed by the news of the Old Gods of the Elf Kingdom of Iser; no matter who defeats the Old Gods in the end, they will all be counted among me. Stupid brother... I mean, over other people."

Sophia paused slightly: "So, I need your help."

"Then what can I help you with?" Karin Jacques said with "enthusiasm" written on his face.

"I need an excellent reporter who can interview and report everything that happens in the Iser Elf Kingdom in a completely fair and objective manner." Sophia smiled calmly:

"Perhaps you can help me look at the candidates."

"Reporter..." The black-robed priest frowned slightly and began to think seriously: "How about looking for someone from the Clovis Truth Reporter?"

"No." Sophia shook her head: "This candidate must be loyal and reliable enough."

"Reliable... Then send an agent from Whitehall Street who is loyal to the Franz family?"

"He must understand the journalist industry and know how to grasp the key points of interviews and reports."

"Looking for an Army insider?"

"You also need to have a sufficient understanding of the Old Gods and spellcasters, and will not shy away from these issues."

"A church insider?"

"You can't have a hostile or disdainful attitude towards the military, and you can approach the interviewees like friends."

Sophia paused for a moment, then looked at the black-robed priest in front of her with a thoughtful gaze: "In short...this must be someone I can absolutely trust, who has great abilities, and who will never betray me."

"Trustworthy, super capable, and will not betray..."

The black-robed priest murmured to himself at first, then suddenly realized something, and suddenly looked at Sophia's meaningful expression: "You, do you mean..."

"Dear Mr. Karin Jacques, can you think of a more suitable candidate besides yourself?" Sophia asked "sincerely".

"I...I, I, I..."

"Because I actually don't care, or in other words, he doesn't want to force you to do such a dangerous thing." Sophia pursed her lips and sighed softly:

"Inquisitor Cole Dorian of the Inquisition told me that he has been missing you a little recently and hopes that you can come to his office...for a drink."

Have a drink?

The black-robed priest was covered in cold sweat.

"So if you are unwilling to go, I can only tell the truth to Judge Dorian." Sophia sighed regretfully:

"I will tell him that you are very free now and you can go to the confinement room of Clovis Cathedral to find him a drink at any time..."

"I'm busy!"

Karin Jacques, who was sweating profusely, was shocked: "I have thought clearly, this matter belongs to me!"

"Oh?" Sophia blinked curiously:

"You mean, you agreed?"

"Yes, I am willing... No! I asked for it on my own initiative. It must be me. There is no one more suitable than me!" The black-robed priest breathed rapidly:

"I figured it out, I understood... Spreading the truth to the public, this is the whole meaning of my life!"

"But it's dangerous." Sophia advised.

"It's not dangerous!" Karin Jacques raised his hand and interrupted:

"No...it is precisely because of the danger that it makes sense - the more dangerous it is, the more it proves that I am fundamentally different from those big newspaper reporters who drink coffee in the office and make up news out of thin air, and the more it proves that our reporting is talented It’s absolutely objective and true!”

"Aren't you worried that they will slander you and say that your reports are fabricated?"

"Let them slander you!" the black-robed priest said righteously:

"The more they show their teeth and become hysterical, the more it proves that they are full of fear of the truth; and what I have to do is to tear apart their hypocritical fig leaf and let the public see the truth of the matter!"

"Well said." Sophia was very satisfied:

"I read that right, you are indeed a reliable person."

"Leave everything to me!"

Karin Jacques hit his left chest with his right hand "Pop!", his expression was so reliable.

Since it was so reliable, Sophia would certainly not let down his passion and immediately handed him a ticket: "The departure time of the Great Expectations train is 5:30 pm. You still have plenty of time to deal with it before then." Other things."

"As for all the necessary tools and rituals, I have asked Angelica to prepare them for you - when you go out, you will see a suitcase at the entrance with everything in it."

"Thank you!"

With heartfelt gratitude, Karin Jacques resisted the urge to burst into tears and turned around to leave Franz's residence.

……………………

Inner city, Wangdu Central West Station.

Cole Dorian stood on the edge of the platform, wearing standard Inquisitor attire, a black three-cornered hat and a leather long-sleeved coat, half of his face hidden under the towering collar.

Behind him, more than a dozen people dressed in the same attire were either carrying suitcases, carrying "piano cases", carrying some "long object" wrapped in cloth, or simply empty-handed. The officials were lining up neatly and entering the train carriages one after another.

"How are you preparing?"

Staring at his reflection in the opposite car window, Cole asked the female judge behind him without looking back.

"All the judges are ready, and the reinforcements from the headquarters have also set off. They will probably be a little later than us, but there won't be any big problem."

Sera Virgil said softly with an expressionless face, and there was no trace of sadness or joy in his extremely plain voice: "It doesn't matter even if we are late, right? Anyway, from the beginning, we didn't count on their reinforcements."

"The protagonist of this scene is the Truth-Seeking Cult."

"Yes." Cole Dorian agreed, his eyes flashing with endless desire for challenge:

"This is our revenge. Even the people from the headquarters...all have to step aside."

During the riots in Clovis City, it was not just the Osterian royal family that paid a heavy price. The Inquisition, which represented the supreme force of the church, also had its strength questioned during this riot.

Although Mace Honnard, the mastermind behind the scenes, was finally killed, the death of Captain Lawrence and the almost capture of Clovis Cathedral almost allowed the enemy to steal the "Great Magic Book" and the precious Steam Difference Machine. .

For the Truth Seeking Order, this is a great shame that all Clovis Inquisitors cannot hold their heads high in front of their colleagues and must be washed away.

For Cole Dorian, only by reviving the "famous reputation" of the Order of Truth can he prove that he is indeed qualified to take over Captain Lawrence's class and wield the ax gun he left behind.

The melodious whistle sounded, and thick white steam instantly filled the entire platform.

"It's almost time." Sierra Vigil looked up at the clock on the platform, and it happened to be five fifteen:

"Aren't you getting in the car yet?"

Cole Dorian shook his head: "I'm waiting for someone."

"who?"

"He is..." Before he could speak, Cole Dorian was suddenly startled, with a hint of surprise in his eyes:

"Ah, he's here."

Before he finished speaking, the judge took off the three-cornered hat on his head, showed his bright and warm smile like the sun, and waved happily to the figure behind him who suddenly froze in place:

"My dear Karin Jacques, I've been waiting for you - I thought you wouldn't come!"

Looking at all the judges of the Truth-Seeking Order who were "waiting" for him at the station, the unpredicted black-robed priest froze on the spot, and the suitcase in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop!"

At this moment, the tears he had held back before could no longer be held back and overflowed his eyes.

...tears of surprise.