I will be crowned king

After nodding to Professor Mace Honnard as a reluctant farewell, Anson closed the door and carefully confirmed that the door was locked before turning and walking into the cloakroom.

In a narrow and dimly lit cloakroom, a man wearing a church-style robe and a mask with only one eye exposed sat at the coffee table under the wall lamp. He put his somewhat uneasy hands on the table and clenched them tightly. A scroll with the sheen of parchment.

"Do you want to buy [Ruifeng]'s magic book?"

The man looked at Anson who walked into the room and sat down in front of him. His slightly sharp voice could not hide his surprise. Judging from his voice, he was not very old and should not be over thirty years old.

"That's right." Anson nodded, his eyes hidden under the hood glanced at the pocket watch in his right hand: "Is there any problem?"

"No...no, it's nothing!"

The man in the mask shook his head repeatedly and laughed as if he was panicked: "I'm just a little surprised that someone would actually buy this."

"What I mean is...even though it is a secret gathering held by a black mage, after all, everyone is still very wary of each other. Not many spellcasters dare to do business in such a place; exchange intelligence and research experience with each other, and deal with unusual situations." What you dare to do openly is basically the limit.”

"If money wasn't really tight, I wouldn't dare take the risk to take out the spell book!" The masked man shook his head and said helplessly.

Anson nodded silently to express his understanding, and then secretly glanced at the pocket watch in his hand.

Although the Clovis Kingdom's belief in the Ring of Order is far less pious than that of the Empire, it is still very strict on such big issues as the "Old God Sect"; if it were not for the fear of being captured by the Church of Order and sent to the steam valve, Anson would not He would be so decisive in joining Ludwig, the biological son of the archbishop.

In comparison, the other party, as an Old God sect, dared to appear in the church college, which was considered a "very courageous" performance.

"Before the formal transaction, allow me to waste a few more minutes to introduce you." The masked man spoke softly, his voice a little nervous:

"First of all, let me state that I am not an old god sect - although I am indeed a low-level conjurer, but there were other reasons at that time; and then, I got this magic book from a bankrupt guy. It’s not my thing, so you don’t have to worry about anyone following this magic book to trouble you.”

"One more thing, for a spell caster like you who comes to the party for the first time, if there is no one behind you or a force like the 'Black Mage', once others know that you have a magic book in your hand, it will attract covetous attention, so it is very easy to There are few spellcasters who dare to use magic books easily." The masked man added.

Um?

Anson couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "How do you know this is my first time here?"

"Ah... well..." The man wearing the mask was startled at first, then smiled sheepishly:

"Mainly because this is not the first time I sell magic books here. If you are really interested, you should have bought it two or three months ago."

"In addition, low-level spells like [Sharp Wind] or [Fire Gathering], which have many restrictions, are cumbersome, and have unsatisfactory power, will only be of interest to newcomers who have just started using them."

"Despite this, I will not reduce the price. Two gold coins cannot be less - I need money very much now." The masked man insisted.

Anson, who remained silent, took out a two-gold-coin bill from his pocket with his left hand and placed it on the table. The two eyes behind the mask suddenly widened.

"The original ring is above!"

The man sighed and handed over the scroll in his hand, then quickly took the banknotes as if he was afraid that Anson would regret it, folded them neatly, carefully put them into the innermost pocket of his clothes, and patted the pocket gently. :

"Ahem...for the sake of your pleasure, I can answer two more questions; ask them, and I will tell you everything I know - except for asking about your identity."

He is still a very cautious guy, but that's normal... Anson thought for a moment and then immediately spoke softly: "Then the first question: the effect of the curse magic [Sharp Wind]."

"Do you really want to ask this?" The man glanced at Anson: "It will be clear when you go back and open the scroll and study it. Is there any need to ask me here?"

"I am quite curious and don't like to wait." Anson gave a reason that was not a reason.

"Well, if you insist."

The man shrugged and said nonchalantly: "Like most ordinary spells, [Rui Feng] is also a spell that requires 'imprinting' to show its effect."

"Its effect is to make the object cast as sharp as a sword within five to fifteen seconds after the spell is cast. The sharpness mainly depends on the effect of your spell."

"Anything can be done?" Anson asked.

"Anything is fine." The man nodded and chuckled: "If you are willing, you can also rub it on your fist or head. The effect is the same - it is a pretty useless spell anyway."

"It's no use?"

"Yes, think about it, now you only need a pistol to kill people, so why do you need magic? What's more, if you kill a person with a gun, at most the Guards will come to arrest you; but if someone is found on the body The slightest trace of magic is the Judgment Knights of the Church of Order!”

The man sighed and waved his hand at Anson: "I won't say anything anymore, so that you won't regret it; next question."

"...I want to ask about the answer of 'Black Mage' just now." Anson was silent for a few seconds and said:

"He specifically changed the third question to the murder on the Iron Sky. Did this incident have a great impact among the Old Gods in Clovis City?"

"Of course!" the man said without thinking:

"Thirteen Guards officers died without any movement on a steam train full of people. Anyone's first thought would be 'This is magic' or 'This is the Old Gods'." , including us Old God sects!”

"We are at war now. There is a little bit of news about "old god sect activities" in Thunder Castle, and the Knights of Judgment pounced on them like mad dogs; if the murderer on the train is really blind, Spell caster, the first person who wants to kill this idiot is the old god sect in the capital!"

"Is it that serious?"

Anselm Bach was a little surprised.

"Of course it's serious. This will endanger the life and death of the entire Old God Sect in the capital!" The masked man said very seriously: "Think about how many innocent old Gods the church and the Guards will suffer in order to catch this fool. Believers of God?!”

"In the Old God Sect in the capital, the Black Mage and this secret club of St. Isaac's College are still somewhat famous. He came out to explain today, probably to reassure us, right?"

Well, maybe it's not just for this... Anson thought silently in his heart.

After the transaction was completed, the two people continued to sit at the coffee table in silence for a while. The masked man got up first, opened the door and returned to the red carpet hall. Nathan, who was still in the cloakroom, poured himself a glass of wine from the wine rack nearby. A glass of rum, pretending not to be in a hurry.

The man standing outside the door closed the door with his backhand, and the dimly lit cloakroom returned to silence again.

Anson took out his pocket watch again. The time was seven twenty-nine - eleven minutes left before the time he agreed with a certain girl who was eyeing the chatty novelist.

"Click!"

Anson yanked open the wardrobe beside him and threw his robe in, then strode towards the door that led directly to the red carpet hall.

I have to leave St. Isaac's College in eleven minutes!