I will be crowned king

After sending away the female inquisitor who "kindly" gave him the newspaper, Anson walked up the stairs to the second floor. He did not immediately return to the room arranged for him by the Truth Seeking Cult, but paced back and forth in the corridor.

Due to the reason of snatching people from the Ministry of War, he could not leave the headquarters of the trial center at his feet for the time being. He had to report if he wanted to go out, and even if he got permission, he must be accompanied by at least one inquisitor.

But based on his attitude just now, it is obvious that the judges must be thinking that one more thing is worse than one less thing, and they are 100% unwilling to let him go.

However, the Free Confederate Mission was about to formally meet with Clovis to submit letters of credence to each other and discuss whether to conclude an alliance; at the same time, the Storm Legion, which was controlled by the War Department, also faced issues of personal freedom and property freedom.

The Storm Legion is very rich, not just the officer corps, but even the amount in the public account is a large amount - adding up everything that was previously obtained from Hantu, and doubling it slightly, is the same as erasing all the small sums. The number of public funds is almost gone.

But this money cannot be seen in the light, or once it is seen in the light, it is 100% impossible to keep; although the accounts have always been taken care of by the little clerk, if the War Department really starts to thoroughly investigate everyone, it will be a matter of time before the problem is discovered.

The most important thing right now, in addition to ensuring that they will not fall under the control of the Ministry of War, is to let them lift the surveillance and investigation of the Storm Legion as soon as possible.

So I must leave here as soon as possible and find the person who can help in this regard. He probably already has a goal.

The most troublesome thing now is how to get out... Faintly hearing the brisk footsteps behind him, Anson turned around calmly and "accidentally" bumped into the man head-on.

"You...why are you here?"

Staring at the figure in front of him, the startled seamstress Alfred spoke subconsciously, and quickly regained his usual arrogant momentum:

"Didn't I tell you to stay in your room and not move around at will? What if someone from the War Department discovers you?"

"So what if I'm discovered? I'm at the headquarters of the Truth-seeking Order, the place with the highest concentration of judges in Clovis City." Anson asked in return:

"It's not like you ran out alone. What's so scary?"

"That's true... huh?!"

The seamstress nodded subconsciously, but then she suddenly realized something was wrong: "Wait a minute, are you thinking about how to run out alone?!"

"How is this possible? Have you forgotten that people from the War Department are watching me? The risk of going out alone is too high." As he spoke, Anson's eyes became more meaningful:

"It is better to leave with a certain inquisitor, maybe it will be a little safer, for example..."

"For example..."

With a long ending, the seamstress seemed to be in some sudden good mood and completely lost her ability to think.

But Anson did not give an answer, but changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this for now, why are you here?"

"Ah I?"

Alfred was stunned, and his eyes suddenly became a little panicked: "Um...it's nothing. I'm the support staff of the Seeking Truth Religion. Do I need to report to you, the renter, for what I'm doing?"

"Of course not." Anson smiled and put his hands behind his back: "But if I firmly disagree with what you want to do, you will probably be very disappointed if you can't achieve your wish, right?"

"Why?"

"It's eleven o'clock now. Judging from your mental state, you must have gotten up very early, right?" Anson's eyes began to look at the other person from beginning to end:

"The hair and outfit are carefully prepared. The marks on the inside of the collar seem to be left by jam. When I was chatting with you just now, I could vaguely smell the aroma of coffee beans. It seems that I drank a lot to refresh myself."

"When I just went down, an inquisitor told me that the club will serve lunch from 11:30; you showed up here half an hour early after dressing up carefully, obviously preparing to give the other party at least some time to wash up."

"Refer to your dress, haha, to be honest, we haven't met a few times, so..." Anson nodded the bowler hat on her head and the magenta tutu skirt:

"Three times we have met, this is the only time I have seen you change your dressing style. Let me recall the little dress you carefully made for Lisa..."

"...The answer is obvious, isn't it?"

There was silence for a second, and the seamstress opened her mouth.

"You...you, you, you..." Alfred stuttered when he came back to his senses, pointing at the calm Anson: "Is this, is this the... reasoning from "Detective Yassen"?! "

How is that possible? I'm not some disgusting novelist. I just used the "field" to distort the power of curse magic and simulate the effect of black magic to read your mind... Anson thought in his heart.

After such a long period of exploration, he has gradually mastered the method of using some less powerful magic while suppressing his own magic reaction as much as possible; of course, the premise is that the distance cannot be too close, otherwise he will still be discovered by spellcasters or gifted people. of.

In addition, because he is not a black mage, the forced simulation of the twisted law requires a little preparation time - this is one of the reasons for wandering back and forth in the corridor.

But of course this kind of thing cannot be said, especially the truth-seeking cultivator or the Holy See cannot tell that he is a blasphemy mage, so...

"That's right, so I know your purpose of coming here very clearly." Anson nodded slightly:

"To be honest, I personally have no objection to your pursuit of artistic creation, but before that, I also have a small request..."

"You want to go out for some fresh air, right? No problem!" The seamstress said without batting an eyelid.

"It just so happens that I have to go to the Royal Army Academy. Several teachers from the school ordered officer uniforms from me. Now that the clothes are ready, they will be sent over. You can pretend to be my assistant."

"But we have agreed in advance that we can only go for a stroll. If we happen to pass by, we can take a look, but we cannot go to certain places specifically. Do you understand me?"

Although she is really eager to design new clothes directly for the little secretary and Lisa, the seamstress has not forgotten her own job and the unit she works for. She will not make a small wish that will definitely make her regret it. 's fault.

"No problem, but I hope I can have a little private time." Anson gestured with his right hand: "No more, just five minutes."

"Then it's a deal!"

Nodding her head cheerfully, the seamstress suddenly remembered something: "By the way, there is one more thing. You are not allowed to use that ability called 'reasoning' on me in the future."

"What? Is it because you don't want to be too well understood?"

"That's not true. It just feels like someone is spying on me from the inside out. How should I put it... um..." The seamstress thought about it seriously:

"Yeah, it's just disgusting."

Anson: "..."

……………………

Inner city, Whitehall Street.

With the support of Mrs. Catalina, Sophia walked into the headquarters of the Royal Capital Police in a high-spirited manner. After a briefing, she successfully arrived at the office on the top floor of the third floor.

Thanks to Ludwig's contribution to the Clovis riots and his resignation as director of the police department, the archbishop placed a large number of people from the Franz family in this newly established organization.

Although it is not as luxuriant as many thousand-year-old wealthy families, the Franz family is also not small in scale. They come from all walks of life, and at least the family members who have a place in the kingdom are no less than the middle double digits.

As for the position of "director", it is reserved for members of the royal family appointed by His Majesty Carlos II. Although it has been said verbally that the capable person will occupy it, everyone understands that from now on, there will be no royal family in that position. People other than members can get involved.

This can be regarded as one of the tacit understandings between the two parties. After all, from now on, the Guards will no longer exist, and will be replaced by the Police Department, which fully obeys the orders of the Privy Council. If His Majesty does not make some basic concessions, everyone may not be happy. So pretty.

As for the member of the royal family who was sent, he knew very well that his success in ascending to the throne had nothing to do with his ability. He very rationally handed over all the work to his deputies. Their daily task was to sit there. , signed on the documents sent to his subordinates.

And his most "effective" deputy is a deputy director who comes from the Franz family; most of the time every day, he spends most of his time interacting with colleagues and subordinates who look different but all have the surname "Franz".

In this way, the archbishop completed the actual control of the police department through a large circle, and held the only legal armed force in the inner city in his own hands.

Of course, the process is very cumbersome and not as stable as imagined; all the Franz family can do is occasionally open the back door to their own family and help other families, so as not to arouse the ire of the Privy Council and everyone. plan.

"So dear Sophia, you should understand our difficulties, right?"

Facing a girl from a direct lineage, the deputy director of a remote branch of the Franz family seemed very aggrieved: "It's not that we don't want to help you, but the entire police department has not yet reached the point where the Franz family can speak for itself!"

"It is true that we can be lenient with your newspaper network, but as long as we do this, the War Department can use the excuse of 'malfeasance' to ask the standing corps outside the city to enter the city and take over the security!"

"Don't think it's impossible. There is precedent for this, and it's even routine. In the past, when the Guards were unable to maintain security within the city, it was common for them to request help from the standing army stationed outside the city."

"It's just that because it was reorganized into the current Police Department, which is directly subordinate to the Privy Council, those gentlemen don't want to let the brutal and brutal troops directly enter the city, so it seems that we police can maintain law and order."

"So this is not a law or regulation, it's just that everyone has followed a certain tacit understanding for the time being, and this tacit understanding is actually beneficial to us." The deputy director sighed:

"Once they are given a reason to take action, how can a police force armed with only light weapons be a match for a standing army with artillery and cavalry?"

Faced with relatives who were sighing and complaining about their difficulties but had no idea of ​​helping, Sophia, who was already a little confident, was not in a bad mood.

On the contrary, she was even quite happy because the other party's reaction was exactly as she expected.

"I understand all the difficulties you mentioned." The girl said calmly: "Yes, the Franz family is in a precarious situation right now, and if you are not careful, you may lose everything."

"The Storm Legion does have some value, but how can that value be compared with the survival of the Franz family?"

The originally willful girl suddenly became so considerate. The deputy director, feeling momentarily ashamed, breathed a long sigh of relief: "Then let's just..."

"Please wait a moment." Sophia suddenly raised her right hand and interrupted the other party:

"If I understand correctly, are you asking for help because I am here?"

"..."

The deputy director didn't speak because he suddenly didn't know what to say. He just had a vague feeling that something was not right.

"Actually, I came here specifically today to reveal important information to you." Sophia suddenly became serious:

"Regarding the recent uproar in Clovis, newspapers spreading false reports about the War Department everywhere, I found their lair!"

"……oh?"

The deputy director seemed to suddenly be interested: "Can you please tell me in detail, where is it?"

The Sophia Franz in front of her was the boss behind the newspaper, and everyone knew this very well. But since the girl didn't ask for help, the deputy director was naturally willing to accompany her to act, and she spent some time hanging around. , there will never be any loss.

The girl with a mysterious smile did not speak, but took out an envelope from her bag and placed it solemnly on the table.

"This is……"

"The stronghold of that newspaper is located. As long as these places are pulled out one by one, the newspaper can be completely destroyed, and of course the newspaper." Sophia explained:

"If the National Police Agency dispatches as soon as possible and deals a heavy blow to the newspaper, maybe it can also take the opportunity to win the praise of the Ministry of War, right?"

"This...should be right?" The deputy director raised his eyebrows: "Just doing this really won't cost you too much, right?"

"Loss? Look at what you said, destroying an unscrupulous newspaper, what loss can it cause to me?" Sophia shook her head:

"What's more, even if there is a loss, so what? I am working for the family - the police department is the department with the largest number of employees in the Franz family. Only when everyone makes progress together can the Franz family become stronger... What do you think?"

The corners of the girl's mouth raised slightly.

That's right, she wants the Police Department to destroy the newspaper she founded; after all, what is a newspaper? If you want, you can build more anytime, anywhere.

What really matters are the kids who are still willing to sell their own newspapers, the newspaper editors, and the reporters who are better at writing novels than press releases.

Destroying a newspaper would make their environment safe for a few days, and then they could continue to work hard to bring the War Department into disrepute.