I Will Be The Crowned King

The moment he spoke, the corner of Nott Conan's mouth rose slightly.

This comes from the confidence of a "former famous detective" - ​​since the other party is also a spell caster, it is impossible not to know about "The Great Detective Nott" and his own legend.

Of course, he also admitted that, compared with the case-solving story, the Beigang Morning Post's report about his use of black magic to induce a crime and then solve the case may be more famous, a little bit...

"never heard of that."

An Sen, who was pretending to be flustered, was a little inexplicable. First, the talker, and then this... Why do people in this business like to report themselves so much?

Considering the peculiarity of detective work, are they really not afraid of being attacked for revenge?

"You... don't know my name?"

The voice sounded unexpected.

"do not know."

Anson still maintains his good habits of honesty.

"Well... Then you should know about the Beigang rebellion five years ago, and the black magic detective incident?"

"I know the rebellion, but the black magic detective doesn't know."

"...You don't usually read newspapers?"

"I read Clovis Facts, what's wrong?"

"…"

The voice was silent for a long time.

"Turn around, sir." Nott said coldly, "I advise you not to play tricks."

"Of course, I'm sorry for my life."

Anson, who raised his hands, turned around slowly while muttering to himself, revealing a silver pocket watch engraved with the Ring of Order under the open collar.

The wide-eyed Nott's expression flashed a hint of horror: "The Tribunal?!"

Seizing the momentary gap, An Sen moved.

The raised left hand fell without warning, blocking the revolver aimed at his face; the terrified black magic detective instantly returned to his senses, and his calm pupils instantly focused on the dark muzzle.

"Click!"

In the next second, the situation changed instantly.

In the narrow storage room, the two face-to-face were held to their heads by the muzzles of their respective guns.

Looking at Nott, who had turned black in Yintang, An Sen's mouth moved slightly.

He didn't dare shoot.

"Someone seemed to have said just now that he was willing to die." Feeling the coldness from his forehead, Nott Conan's expression was extremely unsightly.

"That's right." Anson smiled slightly: "So I won't give my life or death to a stranger."

"How dare you bet I won't shoot?!"

"I didn't know just now, but..."

"But what?"

"But I know now."

"…"

Taking a deep breath, the corners of Nott's mouth, whose expression was gradually grim, began to rise: "Very good, very good... You remind me of an old friend, an old friend that I will never forget."

"Then I'm really honored."

Shrugged Anson smirked.

"No." Nott said coldly, his pupils gradually filled with killing intent:

"Because every time I think of this old friend, of dear Draco, of the time he in Northport turned me from a well-known detective to a hunted fugitive of the Old Gods..."

"You can't imagine how much I regret not shooting him at that time!"

No, I quite understand... Anson's mouth twitched.

The next second, the two moved at the same time.

Almost at the moment when Anson bent his knees to dodge, a pale afterimage popped out of Nott's left sleeve.

"Boom!"

A dagger was nailed to the secret door behind his head, and the slightly trembling blade still glowed with a black-blue sheen.

Baked Blue Dagger, is he really a naval officer? !

There was a whistling sound in Anson's ears, who was too late to be surprised, and the murderous Nott held the barrel of the gun backwards like a naval axe, and smashed his jaw from bottom to top.

Under the crisis, Anson instinctively raised his left arm, and blocked the incoming shadow with the position of his forearm.

"clang!"

At the moment of the collision, the sound of metal collision exploded; Nott stared at Anson's slashed left sleeve in astonishment, and a short silver blade was drawn from the neat cut.

"Bayon, are you from the Army?!"

The surprised dark magic detective let out a low growl, but the attack didn't stop at all; the dancing revolver blocked the stab at the door, and the raised knee rushed towards Anson's chest almost simultaneously.

Relying on the Curse Mage's sense of distance, An Sen dodged the opponent's heavy knee strike; the "dagger" in his right hand was gently thrown up and firmly caught the barrel.

Then hit Nott's kneecap!

"what-!"

Heart-piercing screams sounded, and the solid wood **** that "missed the target" "snapped" Nott's calf, tearing open a hideous bloodstain.

【Rifeng】!

The screaming black magic detective stumbled into the door of the secret door, bleeding profusely from his left leg.

In the next second, An Sen, who seized the opportunity, stood upright and turned around. The bayonet with flickering silver light tugged at the light and shadow, and stabbed straight into Nott's heart.

"clang!"

Dazzling fire, swirling and dancing in the dark.

The dark magic detective who reluctantly roared, pulled out the baked blue dagger nailed to the door at the last moment, and two sharp blades, one white and one blue, collided between the two.

Nott, who was injured in one leg, burst out with power that was completely unsuitable for the caster. The revolver and dagger waving with both hands left countless afterimages in the air, forcibly forcing Ansen, who had awakened the power of blood, to retreat several times. step.

However, Anson is not nervous. Such an unruly fighting method will only make the opponent's breathing chaotic, lose the rhythm, and cannot last for too long.

Hu-hu-hu-

The incomparable attack continued to bring the screams that ripped through the air, and the murderous black magic detective used the handle of the gun, the dagger, the elbow and the only right leg left... In every way he could, he launched a violent storm. attack.

Like a sailor on top of a big wave, fighting with all his might against the enemy who jumped on the deck!

In the dark storage room, An Sen kept dodging and parrying; the space was too narrow and the opponent's incomparable offensive made him simply close his eyes and rely entirely on his "ability" to observe and decide his next move.

But in the eyes of black magic detectives, that's a different picture.

"Damn, do you despise me so much?!"

Nott, who was dragging his injured leg, became more and more annoyed, knocking the shelf blocking his side to the ground with a "Bang!"

At this moment, Anson, who was able to avoid him, finally noticed Viscount Bogner who was kidnapped by the other party - an unconscious old gentleman who was forcibly stuffed by the black magic detective at the bottom of a shelf in the corner.

Just this moment of distraction, the black magic detective has rushed to the front.

Anson, who was dodging the dagger sideways, used the bayonet to parry the **** of the gun that hit the top of his head; however, the furious Nott abruptly supported his body with his bleeding left leg, and slammed his knee into his lower abdomen.

"Boom!"

An Sen, who had turned the river and the sea in his abdominal cavity, flew out, knocking down two shelves one after another, and all kinds of dusty chores were scattered on the ground.

Smoke is everywhere.

Looking at Anson, who fell to the ground and twitched while covering his stomach; the dark magic detective suddenly sneered.

"Boom!"

Another kick, kicked Anson's chest.

"Snapped!"

The muddy navy boots stomped on Anson's wrist and threw the revolver aside.

"boom!"

The bayonet that fell to the ground was kicked into the corner.

An Sen, who was lying on the ground, was motionless, only trembling slightly.

Until the sneering Nott slowly crouched down, put away the revolver, and clenched the baked blue dagger in his left hand.

It's now!

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, An Sen stood up abruptly; swinging away the dagger that had been pierced, the five fingers of Tuoyin [Rifeng]'s left hand came together, stabbing the black magic detective's throat like a short dagger.

"Snapped!"

Unexpectedly, a second before he was about to be pierced through his throat, Nott grabbed the wrist of Anson's left hand.

"Accidental?"

The corners of the black magic detective's mouth evoked a sneer: "Before ending this trouble, let me tell you a little common sense: any time, place and situation, once you decide to fight a black magic caster …”

"Never, never listen to what they 'say'!"

When the words fell, An Sen's surprised face showed a look of sudden realization:

"You can read minds?!"

"You can think so." Nott sneered, his eyes turning blood red little by little:

"Now, I guess you regret not knowing anything about me?"

Saying that, he put the dagger against the heart of Anson's chest.

Swallowing his throat hard, An Sen, who tried to calm down, showed a trace of panic: "You dare not kill me, I am the last judge of the Truth Seeking Order, and the Inquisition will not let you go."

"Really, but there are hundreds of rioting workers outside the door." Nott said nonchalantly.

"Someone must find out the truth!"

"But there's more than one truth." The corners of his mouth were raised proudly, and Nott Conan held down the end of the dagger playfully: "Even if they can detect the abnormality, they can..."

"Click."

The dark muzzle held the detective's heart.

When did he... Nott looked at Anson in astonishment as he conjured an extra revolver, and snorted coldly:

"Together—is this your last trick?"

"No." An Sen, who was lying on the ground, chuckled lightly:

"Killing you and saving Viscount Bogner is my trick."

"Really?" The corners of his mouth rose, and Nott's expression was a little stiff, but still tough:

"Then shoot, let's see if you shot me to death, or if you were stabbed to death by me!"

Just as he said "one shot to death", the dagger in Nott's left hand slammed into Anson's chest, and then tried his best to dodge to the left.

"boom!"

Gunfire spewed... Staring at the force coming from his chest, Anson pulled the trigger.

"puff!"

Blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth uncontrollably, and the black magic detective who released the dagger tightly covered his right shoulder that was pierced by the lead bullet, dragged his injured leg back two steps, and stumbled to the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

He stared at the dagger stabbed into Anson's chest and suddenly laughed. He leaned forward and backward with laughter, and then coughed uncontrollably, with tears in the corners of his eyes:

"Hahaha...I won...I killed an Inquisitor! A perfect crime! No one knows the true death of this Inquisitor except me..."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

With wide-eyed Nott, watching Anson slowly get up from the messy ground, he held the knife handle inserted in his chest with his left hand.

With a little force, Kao's blue blade was pulled out from his chest.

An Sen, who lowered his head, let go of his palm and let the dagger fall freely.

"Clang!"

Staring at the roasted blue dagger on the ground, the detective's trembling gaze focused on Anson's chest, which was not even a bit bloody.

In the next second, the answer will be revealed.

Slowly raising his head, the smiling Anson revealed the diary pierced by a dagger under his windbreaker.

This is the advantage of keeping a diary every day!

"boom!"

The gunfire spewed out, and the pitch-black lead bullet penetrated his chest with precision.

The stunned Nott was shocked, and blood spilled out of his mouth uncontrollably.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Aiming at the position of the heart, the smiling Anson continued to fire five shots in a row.

Nott, who was twitching all over, tightly covered his penetrated chest, and blood spilled from between his fingers; "Pop!" He fell to his knees on the ground.

Stepping forward, Anson stepped on his right hand that was reaching for the revolver around his waist, picked up the "dagger" that had fallen on the ground, and aimed the muzzle at Nott's head.

"You...cough cough...you, do you think you won... eh?!"

The black magic detective kept coughing up blood, staring at Anson with unwilling eyes, still struggling with his twitching body: "You are finished! There are hundreds of rioting workers outside the door, they must have heard the gunshots just now. ...cough cough..."

"It won't take long for them to rush up...cough...and then they will find you, and the unconscious Viscount Bogner...cough...you...what do you think they will do to you, how? ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

He laughed uncontrollably, raised his head diligently, and stared at An Sen's eyes, as if trying to see the hidden fear and panic in those calm pupils.

Anson expressionlessly buckled the hammer of the "dagger".

Almost at the same time, there was a commotion outside the door; the cheering that had been revelling just now stopped abruptly, and was replaced by screams full of anger and panic.

"Master Bogner is gone!"

"Someone killed our brother and saved Master Bogner!"

"Here, this **** guy actually built a secret door for himself!"

"Get him back and let him suffer!"

"Bring your weapons, I just heard gunshots!"

...The chaotic shouts came from the other end of the secret door, and the expression on the face of Nott Conan, who fell in a pool of blood, became more and more smug.

Although he was desperate, and he didn't find that **** family to take revenge - but before he died, he completed a crime that he didn't even think about in the past.

I...Not Conan...killed an Inquisitor and a noble without leaving a shred of evidence!

Even if Draco Wilters comes over, UU reading www. uukanshu.com He also won't understand what the truth is...

"Although I'm not the kind of villain who talks a lot, sometimes I feel that the fun is to be shared." Anson said suddenly:

"Mr. Nott Conan, you can start the countdown now."

Countdown?

With the confused expression of the seriously injured and dying black magic detective, Anson raised his left hand:

"Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two..." Anson paused and glanced behind him in confusion.

Half a minute later, an exclamation suddenly sounded in the dark passage:

"It's not good! Come on, the guards are here!"

Anson, who was shocked, turned his head sharply and pulled the trigger at Nott's head.

"one!"