I Will Be The Crowned King

"Excuse me……"

"I'm a student of Professor Mace Hornard."

The expressionless young bachelor had his hands behind his back, and his icy blue eyes interrupted the clerk who stepped forward to inquire: "The professor was in a hurry before leaving and left an important note."

"It turned out to be a student of Professor Hornard, no problem."

The clerk smiled attentively, and showed him the way very politely: "The seat before the professor is by the window, I'll show you..."

"No, I know where it is."

Abandoning the sentence and the changing face of the clerk, the young bachelor walked straight towards the target with his hands behind his back.

The mountains of archives and materials were neatly stacked on the table, and the chairs were pushed into the table.

The young bachelor, who didn't think much, pulled out his chair and sat down, and quickly began to read through the piles of files, and soon found the "Application for Dispatching and Travel of Southern Low-Rank Officers Outside Clovis City".

The young bachelor carefully took out the file and attached a note that he had prepared when he arrived. He got up and walked out, ignoring the clerk who wanted to inquire again, and walked straight to the corridor outside the door. go.

"Um?"

Looking at the figure lingering at the end of the corridor, the young bachelor with a slight frown hid the archives behind him and slowly stepped forward.

"Why are you still here?"

"Ugh?!"

As if he was suddenly shocked, Anson raised his head blankly while holding the "Clovis Kingdom Heraldry Records", his body leaning against the wall almost falling.

"You, you are..."

"I'm a student of Professor Mace Hornard." Before Anson could speak, the impatient young bachelor quickly said:

"We just met...you can call me Bron."

"Ah, I remembered!"

Suddenly realized, An Sen closed the book in his hand with a bang, and extended his right hand towards the young bachelor very enthusiastically: "Hello, you can call me..."

"Anson Bach, I know your name." Bronn, who frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and shook hands with Anson reluctantly:

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"Problem?" Anson blinked: "What's the problem?"

"...Why haven't you left yet?"

"Ah, this!"

Scratching his head, Anson smiled a little embarrassedly: "For no other reason, I just couldn't help but read this book and got a little fascinated--I'm sorry, is there anything I can help you with?"

Looking at those clear eyes with sincerity, the corners of Bron's mouth twitched with his hands behind his back.

"Nothing, just curious."

Bloane said stiffly, "Then I'll leave first, the professor is still waiting for me."

"Please remember to say hello to the professor for me." An Sen nodded and said to the other party very solemnly.

The voice fell, and the unceremonious Bronne turned around and walked towards the exit of the agency building.

Just when Anson really thought he was about to leave, the young bachelor with his hands behind his back suddenly stopped.

He hesitated for a few seconds before slowly looking back, his cold icy blue eyes seemed unusually secluded in the silent corridor:

"secret."

"Um?"

An Sen, who raised his eyebrows, looked at each other inexplicably.

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, it seems that you haven't mastered the 'secret' skills yet." Bron stepped forward and continued:

"This way any spellcaster can immediately detect your presence with a little effort—a big disadvantage for a rookie spellcaster like you."

"Of course I'm not saying that they will definitely pose a threat to you, but the existence of us old **** believers is inherently unacceptable to the world; for whatever reason, it is always not good to expose yourself easily."

How did this guy change **** all of a sudden?

Even the name has changed?

An Sen, who suddenly had ten thousand question marks in his heart, asked with an expression of sudden realization, "So that's the case, Mr. Bloane, what should I do?"

"very simple."

Bloane said blankly: "It's closer to an instinct, like opening your eyes and breathing."

"No one will hold their breath or close their eyes under normal conditions, just like us spellcasters who have mastered magic, it is most natural to maintain a state where we can cast spells at any time; Eyesight is not a skill that is complex enough to be practiced."

"Of course, a certain degree of adaptation and repeated practice are still necessary." Bloane, who walked in front of Anson, took out a folded letter from his bachelor's robe and handed it to Anson: "This is when I was studying before. The notes you took may be of some help to you."

"My suggestion is that it is best to develop some small habits or hobbies. You can wear flat glasses or smoke a pipe, and you can master this small skill faster."

"Thank you very much!" Anson took the note from the other party with gratitude.

Watching Anson put away his notes, Bron nodded slightly stiffly at him, turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor more hurriedly. The sound of crisp footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor.

It wasn't until he confirmed that the other party's footsteps left the office building that An Sen, who had been tense from beginning to end, breathed a sigh of relief.

so close!

Just a little bit, just a little bit more; if Bron had just asked the clerk one more question, he would have been exposed!

Sure enough, there is no plan and no preparation for a temporary intention, it is so unreliable!

But now the most dangerous is over, and this trip can be said to be very rewarding - not only solved the problem of allowances and the admission ticket of the "Old God School" organization, but also got a ticket that I don't know when it can be used. The bottom card on...

Anson carefully opened the book in his hand, a scratch paper and a carbon paper clip were sandwiched between the two pages.

Don't forget to bring a pen and paper with you, this is the advantage of developing the habit of writing a diary!

Proudly raising the corners of his mouth, An Sen, who put the book and diary in his coat pocket, left the Royal Military Academy and stopped a taxi on the street.

Before leaving Friedrichstraße, he remembered that an old woman had ordered him to take a detour to a café.

"Your fine tobacco~www.readwn.com~Two pounds for ten silver coins."

The waiter at the cafe enthusiastically helped him pack the package: "Please remember to say hello to Mrs. Bogner for us, she hasn't been here for a long time."

Ten silver for two pounds of tobacco?

An Sen, who was a little stunned, nodded and handed the two-gold bill directly to the other party. The bright waiter found change for An Sen even more enthusiastically, and even put ten copper plates in front of him, eagerly. His eyes seemed to be expecting something.

Looking at the other party's "hinting" eyes, An Sen smiled knowingly; then he put all the change in his pocket and turned away without looking back.

He kept rushing back to Boleman Street. Anson, in a happy mood, paid the driver the ten copper plates found in the cafe, and jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the apartment.

Just as he was about to reach the door, he suddenly stopped, frowning slightly on his face that gradually lost his smile.

Four heavily armed guards were standing outside the apartment door.