I will be crowned king

After quietly leaving the tavern, Karin Jacques walked straight to the gate of the storm division's station in the city without stopping, and without saying a word, he took out the token given by Miss Lu En.

The guards who were originally preparing to drive them away suddenly changed their expressions. They immediately saluted the black-robed priest, led him across the checkpoint, and entered the headquarters without any notice.

The person who received him was Alan Dawn... Unlike other guys who "judge a book by its appearance", Karin Jacques never dared to look down upon the little secretary around Anson - because he was also a member of the church system. from.

In addition to the illusory Holy See within the entire Church of Order, what ordinary people can come into contact with are basically churches, monasteries and inquisitions in various places. Some guys who are very lucky - or very unlucky - may also be able to come into contact with the Knights of Judgment.

If the church's "target" is the Knights of Judgment, which represents the two major military and administrative forces of the church, the monastery is the opposite of the Inquisition, an ivory tower and research institute used to train high-level elites.

As the leading religious organization in the world, the church masters and monopolizes the vast majority of knowledge and unknown information, but there are levels of access to it - trainee priests like Karin Jacques can only get the equivalent of senior General education at the parochial college textbook level.

The most common "admitted priests" in the monastery are exposed to content levels second only to the archbishops of each branch church.

The monastic training system ignores age and origin. As long as you can master the corresponding knowledge and successfully complete the assessment, you will be assigned a job immediately: senior researcher, mint or bank management, canon compiler, department head or high-level clerk of the church... …

Some of their geniuses are already in high positions at a young age, and some may never get their own graduation certificate until they die.

Obviously, the little secretary belongs to the former.

Even though he only used his status as a priest as a cover for deception, Karin Jacques always had the illusion of being ashamed of himself every time he faced the little clerk.

On the one hand, it was because the situation was really urgent, but also to cover up my inferiority complex - as soon as I walked in, without waiting for the other party to be polite, I couldn't wait to say: "Is Fabian here?!"

"The commander of the Grenadier Regiment is currently negotiating with the Confederacy on the marching order and route of the coalition forces, and is also supervising the logistics base project in Winter torch city."

The little clerk said methodically, smiling and handing the panting black-robed priest a glass of ice-cold light beer: "The person on duty at the headquarters right now is Lieutenant Colonel Norton Crosell. Do you need my help to make an appointment?"

"Crossell? This last name sounds a bit familiar. Could it be...no!"

Karin Jacques, who was holding the wine glass, changed his expression slightly and hesitated for a moment before continuing: "Actually, the person I am really looking for is Anson Bach. There is something and a very important piece of information that must be delivered to him as soon as possible - Intelligence is more important!”

"In that case, can I arrange a carriage or a mount for you?" The little secretary still maintained a formal smile and replied without raising his head:

"Let me see, let me see... Well, there will be a carriage heading towards Black Reef Port from 16 to 17:30 this evening. Do you want to consider going with them..."

"No, it's too late!" The black-robed priest flatly refused:

"This is really urgent!"

"Then let's write a letter."

The little clerk casually pulled out a piece of letter paper, raised his pen and looked at Karin Jacques, who was still out of breath: "What kind of information is it?"

"Well……"

The black-robed priest's dry throat twitched, and his expression fell into a dull expression - how could he convey such important information to others in a letter without revealing his background and telling the truth?

Only at such times would Karin Jacques particularly regret that a damn novelist was no longer by his side.

"The situation is like this, I have a friend..."

The little secretary looked shocked: "Do you have an informant in the new world?!"

"It's a new friend! A friend!" the black-robed priest almost choked to death:

"This 'new friend' told me that there is a group of old gods in Sailing City recently. They plan to unite some liberal remnants and middle forces in the city to organize a rebellion while the imperial army is besieging Black Reef Port!"

Rebellion... The little secretary who was writing so hard suddenly stopped and looked up at him cautiously:

"What you really want to say is 'uprising', right?"

"...Slip of the tongue, sorry."

The embarrassed black-robed priest forced a smile: "In short, as long as Commander-in-Chief Anson Bach can find a way to drag the imperial army to Black Reef Port, a rebellion... uprising will break out in Sailing City and become a colony controlled by liberals. "

"But this is not the point! The point is that there is a lady of extraordinary status lurking in the City of Sail, and she may be in an extremely dangerous situation."

"And this particular lady, Commander-in-Chief Anson Bach...he knew."

Karin Jacques stared at the little clerk and said meaningfully.

A lady with a special status, lurking, is an acquaintance of Lord Anson Bach...

The little clerk's eyes widened again: "You, you are saying that Miss Sophia Franz has sneaked into Sailing City?!"

"Cough cough cough cough cough...!!!!"

The black-robed priest coughed violently and almost lost his breath: "It's not her!"

"Then! Is that the size of Thalia..."

"Not her either!"

"Lisa..."

"No! Not at all! It has nothing to do with these people!"

The black-robed priest suddenly became angry and shouted like a hysterical beast: "Can you think of some reliable answers?!"

"But this is all I know!" The little secretary huddled behind the desk, holding a pen, looking particularly aggrieved:

"If not them, then who?"

"yes……"

Karin Jacques hesitated.

The reason why he refused to say it clearly was not because he was worried about the little clerk, but more because he was afraid that if the letter was intercepted and eventually exposed, it might cause a series of uncontrollable consequences.

Unlike a certain novelist who doesn't take it too seriously when watching the excitement and always likes to cause trouble, the black-robed priest is very disgusted with this kind of behavior of intentionally or unintentionally lighting a powder keg - especially when it is likely to explode himself. when.

Perhaps seeing his caution, the little clerk did not continue to ask about this matter, but changed his approach: "Then...is there any special signal that can make Lord Anson react after receiving the letter?" You can understand the importance of intelligence right away.”

"For example, who gave you this information?"

……………………

"The Faithless Knights?!"

The astonished young knight blurted out, his dazed pupils shrinking suddenly: "Impossible! They have already been wiped out by the Judgment Knights along with the Crecy family, you lied!"

"I don't!"

The attacker with the knife on his neck raised his hands above his head, and the top hat on his head was drooping. There was an air of complacency in his embarrassment:

"If you don't believe me, you can just kill me with one knife. Anyway, the mission failed and I am already your prisoner. But please don't doubt my integrity."

"I can tell you clearly that it is indeed the Faithless Knights who hired me to monitor and ensure that you will not leave this chapel and delay the time if necessary - yes, I am a mercenary and an old god. Send a spellcaster, but not a liar!”

"What...what's the difference?"

"The difference is whether you will be laughed at by those ignorant people when you go to the gallows, or you will be treated with solemn silence." The attacker's eyes burst out with a strange brilliance, and he would rather be scratched by the blade than to raise his chin:

"Everyone is silent and those who are watching are shocked - I have studied some rhetoric, so this way of death is in line with my personal image."

"..."

Louis pursed his lips. The assassin in front of him brought back some shameful memories of his youth. Louis took a deep breath, held back his smile and said seriously:

"Delaying for time?"

"Yes!" The attacker nodded vigorously and said:

"And out of professionalism, I didn't ask any unnecessary questions - by the way, the guy who attacked you and the Iser elf lady before was not my companion, and was technically a rival."

"But the person who hired me did not ask me to interfere with their actions, and the reward was only for surveillance; as a reward, I can tell you their origins."

"What reward?"

"You spared my life. According to industry standards, I need to redeem myself with equal remuneration and all my belongings."

The attacker said righteously: "Of course, if you can, please don't take away my specially made playing cards - the black mage is not like the curse mage. We rely heavily on these magic props in battle."

"I remember you weren't going to die spectacularly?"

"That's when death is inevitable! Usually when a big shot like you catches a spell caster, wouldn't his first reaction be to send him to the church?"

The attacker looked at the young knight with a "knowingly asking" expression, but soon returned to his seriousness:

"As long as a professional mercenary can survive, dignity is a luxury that can be given up at any time - you put the knife away, I can give up my dignity now, kneel down and beg you to spare my life!"

"..."

Looking at the attacker who was speaking righteously and with a bit of determination in his eyes, the young knight suddenly felt a faint twitching at the corner of his mouth.

The last time he encountered an opponent that made him lose all intention to kill and didn't know what to do, I remember it was still at Thunder Castle...

For a long time, Louis, who did not let go of the blade, looked at the attacker again with a solemn expression: "I have two questions."

"Who are the previous attackers, and how did they become aware of us? Secondly, why did the 'Faithless Knights' you mentioned monitor me, and what exactly did they want to do - you can just say knew."

Perhaps it was because he had read records about the Faithless Knights from Clovis newspapers before that Louis was slightly shaken by his brother, whom he had absolutely trusted.

Could it be that there are really people from the Cressy family who escaped to the new world alive, just like me and... Freya?

"no problem!"

The attacker agreed without hesitation: "Strictly speaking, the guys who attacked you and the Iser elf lady were the same people who were originally responsible for protecting you - they were all private soldiers hired by the colonial minister! "

"But...the only one who thinks so is the Minister-in-Chief himself. Although he has gathered a large number of people under the command of the Governor's Mansion through commissions and bounties, he has no ability to restrain and manage these guys. It is equivalent to scattering tens of thousands of people across six continents. All the dark forces in the big colony have been attracted to Sailing City!"

"Of course, I am one of them." The attacker shrugged:

"When the imperial army was still in the city, these people - including me - were relatively cautious, and many people left because of the high bounties offered by Winter Torch City. When the army left for Black Reef Port, many people - Still including me - I can’t help it.”

"As for you... there is nothing presumptuous about you. I can assure you that most of them don't know who you are. They probably just regard you as an ordinary gifted person. The real target is actually that Yisel Miss Elf.”

"You are not an old god sect, and you don't know how precious the blood of an Iser elf spellcaster is, so I use exaggerated words to describe it: in the eyes of many spellcasters, that petite elf lady is probably the same as a few spellcasters. A ton of walking gold is about the same!”

"But everyone actually doesn't dare to take action, because there are too many colleagues in the city, and they are afraid that they will be ambushed by others if they take action, so there are only a few guys who are not afraid of death who try to sneak attack. As for their fate... you should know better than me. .”

The attacker forced a smile: "As for the Faithless Knights... I don't know much about them, but I'm sure they are not the same group as those who want to harm you and the Elf Lady Yisel. "

"Let me state in advance that this is by no means an excuse for my employer - with their strength and financial resources, as well as their connections among the local people and the indigenous people, they want to try to assassinate you. No matter how strong they are, it will be difficult for them to stay for a long time. , especially now that the imperial army has left."

"I don't know what the 'Faithless Knights' you are talking about actually look like, but based on my experience of living in the New World for more than 20 years, this 'Faithless Knights' has long been present in every corner of the empire's colonies, everywhere. They are all there - many local forces want to do some shady things, and they usually entrust them to do it."

Louis nodded slightly, acquiescing to the other party's statement.

After all, the port of Adlan was the territory of the Cressy family, which was specifically responsible for colonial affairs. As an armed force privately cultivated by the Cressy family, it is not surprising that it has deep roots in the colony.

And if the Clovis newspapers are true, the actual situation is even more exaggerated than what the other party said.

"As for what they want to do, I can only tell you that they really don't want you, the heir to the Bernard family, and the Iser elf lady to get involved. Otherwise, there is no need to hire me to keep an eye on them here."

The attacker paused and said in a very confident tone:

"But if I had to make a bold guess, then..."

"It's probably a rebellion!"

Sorry for being a little late