I Will Be The Crowned King

In the early morning, the weather in Clovis City was still gloomy and misty.

After enjoying a breakfast of hot water and dry bread, An Sen walked up to the attic leisurely, picked up a candle that had already burned, and looked at a figure outside the house from the inside of the leaking window.

Outside the cold and bleak window, the ragged hook-nosed officer sat cross-legged on the muddy street, leaning against the slender gas light pole behind him, his bloodshot eyes still staring at the attic motionless under the exhausted look on his face. the direction of the window.

Looking at his face, he was afraid that he had not stayed outside all night, but it was still such a cold winter.

What a persevering guy... An Sen shook his head with some emotion, left the attic with a strangely happy mood, put on his coat and prepared to go out.

Professor Mace Hornard's "History Society" meeting time is 6:30 in the evening, but Anson is going to leave early; on the one hand, of course, to avoid various emergencies, and on the other hand, if he can arrive earlier, there will also be More opportunities to communicate and get to know other members of the community.

As a newcomer, this can be regarded as a kind of self-consciousness - if you want to stand out in an organization or wait for an opportunity to betray, just being an inconspicuous marginal person is no way out.

After leaving a note and a change for Lisa on the dining table, Anson, who was relieved to leave, went out and stopped the taxi that had just passed by.

"Where are you going?"

"Saint... uh..." An Sen, who was about to speak, immediately noticed the gaze of a "tramp" around him, paused, and showed a bright smile on his face:

"It's not long since I came to the capital, take me around first!"

"no problem!"

The coachman replied enthusiastically, this kind of tourists who came to the capital for the first time had better be deceived.

The fast-moving carriages shuttled through one street after another, and Anson looked out the window at the scenery that swept backwards...and a certain "tramp" in ragged clothes, closely following the carriage.

He first got off at Red Brick Street and instructed the coachman to wait outside the church door. When a homeless man was about to lose his patience, he slowly left the prayer room and took a detour to Baihu Park in a horse-drawn carriage.

Thirty minutes later, the carriage stopped in front of the intersection; Anson, who got out of the car, bought a copy of today's "Clowe Truth" from a passing newsboy, put the folded newspaper under his arm, and stepped down. vehicle.

When he realized that Anson was still walking towards the park, the hooked-nosed officer who was inseparable finally stopped hesitantly—his tattered clothes were too dazzling in the sparsely-traveled park, and it was very likely that he would continue to follow. expose yourself.

Just when Anson thought that this guy had finally given up, walking slowly to the lakeside square, he once again "saw" the ragged figure secretly hiding in the grass, climbing a tree on the edge of the square to spy on him.

This guy is really not an ordinary perseverance... A bit helpless, An Sen twitched the corners of his mouth, and at the same time was a little confused.

Draco mentioned that the guards only knew that the evidence and clues were taken away, but did not know where it was hidden, so how did he know it was a worn leather suitcase?

Guess what?

Anson, full of question marks in his heart, sat on a bench in the square with his back to the sight in a certain wood, and fed the pigeons with the dry bread crumbs left over from breakfast-these white creatures flying in the sky are the gloomy city of Clovis. One of the few natural sights.

As time passed by, a little sunlight gradually tore through the gloomy sky, and there were more pedestrians and tourists in the empty park.

The patient Anson always sat on the bench, leisurely enjoying the foggy air in the morning and the noise of dozens of birds, until he found his target—someone wearing a dark coat similar to himself, and the height was also different. It seemed that the middle-aged man was walking towards the bench.

With the help of the crowd behind him, Anson stood up the moment he passed by, "inadvertently" tucked the already folded newspaper under his arm, and then walked quickly away in the opposite direction to the man without looking back.

By the time the crowd dispersed, the bench was already empty.

Twenty minutes later, Anson, who confirmed that no one was following him, left White Lake Park, stopped a taxi with a different shape from the previous one on the side of the road, and went in the direction of St. Isaac's College.

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"...On June 11, under the leadership of the distinguished Professor Mace Hornard, I and thirteen other students from the central and provincial governments arrived at the destination of our trip in a horse-drawn carriage. —St Isaac's College."

"This historic institution is majestic, imposing and elegant, with towers soaring into the sky, but all these spectacular buildings are nothing compared to their historical status."

"Forty years before the saint's calendar, St. Isaac-Isaac Rand, who was born in the countryside of the Central Province like me, discovered the mystery of steam here and created a new era!"

"What a great achievement this is, what a wonderful life! And I, who are fortunate enough to be here, will surely embark on a path that is not inferior to his..."

"boom."

Gently closing the diary in his hand, An Sen, who came to this academy "for the first time", stood outside the school gate and slowly raised his eyes to the full-body statue standing in front of him.

This is a slightly slender statue. On the marble platform is a young man in a priest's robe with a little messy hair. A model of the steam core, posing for a step forward.

The nameplate of the base is engraved with a line of small characters: "Faith and exploration lead the world".

How to describe it... Anson looked at the lifelike statue in front of him, feeling a little weird.

It is obviously a work of art full of symbolic meaning, but from beginning to end, there is a feeling of arrogance and invincibility, and it carves a great man of an era like a narcissist.

Probably because the Church of Order admitted the status of St. Isaac, but actually didn't like this guy who almost turned the whole church upside down, right?

Anson shook his head, walking along the ancient stone road under his feet, towards the castle-like academy.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the noon sun pierced through the dark clouds, allowing golden light to shine through the windows in the dark corridor, and even the dust particles floating in the air seemed to be a little more sacred.

"Enter from the main entrance on the left, go through the promenade, and follow the stone steps to the red carpet hall on the third floor."

Looking at the note left by the professor in his hand, An Sen, who was standing in front of the spiral stone staircase, was stunned.

So... is it three floors above ground or three floors underground?

Generally speaking, it must be three floors above ground, but... this is a secret gathering of an underground evil organization.

Underground evil organization...underground...

So the three underground floors are also possible, right?

Just when Anson was in a tangle and was going to try it first, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind him:

"You are late!"