I will be crowned king

On the congested Friedrich Street, an inconspicuous old-fashioned four-wheeled carriage moved slowly.

Mace Honnard leaned on his seat quietly, spread out the "Life of Isaac Rand" he carried with him on his lap, and read through it gently under the sunlight outside the window.

The young bachelor sitting opposite took out the prepared wine and glass from the carriage drawer, poured the wine carefully, carefully placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it to a position where Mace Honnard could reach out and pick it up:

"professor……"

"You went too far today." The professor said softly without raising his head, his eyes falling on the passage describing Saint Isaac being betrayed by his companions and bombed to death in his home:

"Anson Bach is the key to my next series of plans and has strong utilization value; even if it is just his achievements in Thunder Castle, he deserves your respect-even if it is reluctant."

"I'm so sorry!"

The frightened young bachelor lowered his head suddenly, his upright body trembling slightly:

"I-I don't mean anything! I-I just..."

"envy?"

Mace Honard turned over the pages of the book and said casually.

"Absolutely not!"

The young bachelor's body suddenly stopped as if he was electrocuted, and his wide-eyed pupils shrank: "It's just that time is urgent, and I have to interrupt your conversation with His Excellency Anson Bach. Other than that, there is absolutely nothing..."

"enough."

Mace Honnard, who frowned slightly, interrupted softly, holding up the wine glass on the table with his right hand, his eyes never leaving the book in his hand: "Then tell me what makes you so rude."

The young bachelor breathed a long sigh of relief, and his frightened expression quickly returned to its original calmness. His ice blue eyes looked at the professor calmly:

"We were exposed."

On the crowded street, an old-fashioned carriage that had just turned an intersection stopped under the gas lamp on the roadside.

"This is a tip obtained from within the Guards, as well as yesterday's commotion at the Royal Capital Central West Station." The young bachelor took out a note from his sleeve and pressed it gently under the wine glass:

"Lieutenant Colonel Sacher Wald, commander of the Second Guards Regiment, discovered your itinerary on December 3 last year, and has been sending people to monitor us since that day."

"Oh? It seems I should pay a visit to this competent Guards commander."

Closing the book gently, Mace Honnard smiled: "Where is he now?"

"Cemetery." The young bachelor said briefly:

"He's dead, in a ridiculous blackmail vendetta aboard the Iron Sky."

Mace Hornard, who was slightly surprised, narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Our informant said that the Guards are currently searching for a novelist named 'Draco Vertes', who works for the "Clovis Truth" and is closely related to that ridiculous murder. Close contact." The young bachelor stared at the passers-by outside the window and lowered his voice cautiously:

"Not only that, this person has also collected a large amount of secret information and plans about the Guards. His current whereabouts are unknown. We can only conclude that he has not been able to leave Clovis City for the time being."

"The most important thing is that in the content in his hands, there is information about you and the entire organization!"

Mace Honnard smiled, and the wine glass he picked up stopped in the air.

"I must return to St. Isaac's College now. There is an academic conference waiting for me, and you..." Shaking the purple-red liquid in the cup, the professor looked gently into those ice-blue eyes:

"And you, go back to the Royal Military Academy immediately to pick up some things for me. If anyone asks... just say that I accidentally lost an important note in the reference room."

"yes!"

The young bachelor got up and left the carriage and hurried away in the direction of the academy.

Looking at the figure disappearing into the crowd, Mace Honnard's smile became playful:

"First August, and now the Steel Sky... Haha, it seems that I will have more to talk about with my dear classmate Anson Bach when we meet next time."

The professor picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp. Purple liquid flowed like blood from the corners of his mouth and neck.

……………………

Perhaps because he was too busy, Anson, who "pretended" to be a student at St. Isaac's College, took little effort to sneak into the data room of the Royal Military Academy and found the content previously compiled by Mace Honnard:

"About the application for assignment and travel of low-ranking southern military officers in Clovis City".

Well, it was pretty much what he had guessed at the beginning... Anson, lying in the pile of information, scanned the messy registration records one by one.

The Kingdom of Clovis has a nominally very strict management system for the travel and delegation of officers, even low-level officers. Every time they need to be registered, they can use this to verify the identity of the other party and trace them. responsibility.

But on the other hand, as long as you can control these rosters and registration records, you can create a non-existent "officer" in a non-existent location, especially a low-ranking officer below the rank of captain.

Infantry company commanders, reserve lieutenants, flag bearers, buglers, division chiefs...these officers who really control the kingdom's army, but who are rarely recorded in detail, are Mace Honard's targets.

The status of a low-ranking officer may not be significant, but it allows pretenders to easily knock on certain doors that are closed to outsiders; wealthy businessmen and local nobles who do not want to cause trouble will rarely refuse a person who has the right to hold a gun. reasonable request.

And Mace Honnard took advantage of this, hiding his identity more than once and moving around the kingdom to complete some of his plans. According to the evidence collected by a chatty novelist, he and several murders occurred in the royal capital. They are all involved in the case but can stay safe and sound, relying on these "identities".

And he will appear at the Royal Military Academy today, probably to use this opportunity to put the finishing touches on a certain operation.

But he didn't know that his whereabouts had been exposed. As long as he could find a "non-existent officer" in the records, he could expose the trick he had been playing for a long time.

When he had to face the black mage and his underground evil organization, he would have a trump card when he turned against the enemy.

Anson's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes stopped on the name of the chief clerk named "John Ness".

At this moment...

"Um?!"

Anson was shocked, and the six-pointed star mark on his heart felt the same as before, but more intense.

Mace Hornard, he's back? !

Or... is there a third spell caster in this government building? !

Quickly closing the list in his hand and trying his best to stay calm, Anson subconsciously turned his attention to the door of the data room.

The information room was so quiet that the only sound was turning pages and breathing. You could clearly hear the slightly hasty footsteps outside the door, and they were getting faster and faster.

The stinging feeling in his chest became more and more obvious. Anson stood up slowly and hid on the side of the bookshelf. His right hand behind his waist was ready to draw the gun. He stared at the door of the reference room, as if he had already I can see the figure approaching quickly.

Three steps, two steps, one step...

"boom!"

The door was slammed open, and a pair of eyes shot like sharp arrows to where Anson had just been sitting.

A pair of ice blue eyes!