I Will Be The Crowned King

The battle ended sooner than Anson planned.

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After the last unlucky girl was shot in the head by the girl, her remaining two guards had also ended the battle neatly; one of the two was shot in the left arm, and the right hand holding the gun was always covering the blood-soaked sleeve; The other one couldn't see any injuries, but his face was pale, showing exhaustion and weakness.

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They stood a few meters away, their pistols hanging on the side of their thighs, pretending to be patrolling around, but they always kept their sights within the range where they could lock on the girl and Anson.

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Anson was very sure that as long as he approached or "threatened" the "somewhat familiar" lady, they would decisively cast themselves into a sieve.

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Well, although he has probably guessed the identity of this girl, it doesn't matter now.

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"You didn't kill him?"

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Looking at the hook-nosed officer who was tied into dumplings on the ground, the girl's eyes showed some surprise.

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Anson nodded slightly, ignoring the pistol pointed at her in her hand, with his hands in his pockets: "He can't die."

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"why?"

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"Because this is the inner city, and it's still outside the gate of St. Isaac's College." Anson explained patiently:

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"Now that there is no one at this time, it doesn't mean that there will be no one later. Seven or eight Guards died in such a place. It is impossible to hide it; if there is not even a single witness, when the newspaper headlines tomorrow, the Guards will die. I can justifiably arrest people!"

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This is of course one of the reasons, and the other reason is that Anson did not know whether the other side's ambush was an assertion, or whether the guards really discovered the "real murderer" of the train murder case.

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Although he did not leave any clues on the Steel Sky, there are always cases.

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"No, that's not what I'm asking about." The vigilant girl changed the conversation, and the revolver in her hand showed no sign of putting it down:

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"I mean, why are the guards ambushing you here?"

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"Tell me the answer, or I will immediately hand you over to the Knights of Judgment."

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"Your Excellency Anson Bach!"

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Click.

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The girl with a cold face now completely lost the "innocence" she had just now, and her right hand, holding the revolver tightly, knocked on the hammer.

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She really heard it just now...

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Looking at the muzzle of the gun aimed at him, An Sen nodded, and answered very seriously, "Are you going to listen in detail or in brief?"

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"Briefly, we don't have much time."

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Although she was still vigilant, the girl's tone softened a bit—it's really hard to have much hostility toward a guy who cooperated so well from beginning to end, and even saved his life to some extent.

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Although he is a cunning liar.

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In the next few minutes, Anson roughly repeated the answer he had arranged earlier. The content was roughly the same as the answer when the guards came to interrogate him, and at the same time added a little follow-up content.

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And the girl's expression also changed from indifference at the beginning, to anger, and finally to astonishment and inconceivable.

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"...So they can't wait to catch you just because you and Draco Wilts used to be in the same box?"

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"Apart from this, I really can't think of any other reason." Anson shrugged and replied calmly:

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"They seem to have determined that the novelist was related to the train murder case, and then they also determined that he and I were in a group. Although I have explained it to them clearly, it seems to have no effect."

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"The ring of order is on. I'm an officer who just graduated from the Military Academy. Why do I have to trouble the Guards with the novelist I met for the first time?!"

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An Sen, who became more and more excited, showed a very incomprehensible expression on his face, and at the same time looked at the expression on the other's face without leaving a trace.

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The girl's expression changed for a while... Although it was unbelievable, there was really no flaw.

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"Since you're just a 'just graduated officer', why are you here?"

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"Where did it appear?" Anson asked with a serious expression:

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"St. Isaac's College, or a secret society gathering of black mages?"

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"You must answer both." The girl said solemnly.

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"No problem." Anson shrugged: "The answer is the same anyway."

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"Then why split it into two questions?"

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"Because I want to avoid you asking twice." An Sen said as a matter of course:

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"You said, we don't have much time."

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"……continue."

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The girl suddenly smiled sweetly, and just using the change of tone, she perfectly showed what "grinning your teeth" is.

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"Before I entered the Royal Military Academy, I was also a student of St. Isaac's College, and I was very interested in history." Anson pretended not to see the other party's expression, and said to himself:

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"Almost a month ago, my professor at the college sent me a letter telling me that there would be a small history seminar at St. Isaac's College recently, and if you have time, you may wish to attend. "

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"Wait until I returned to the capital and ran into this professor when I was going to the Military Academy to get my diploma. We chatted for a while, and he gave me the exact address and time of the meeting."

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"I think I'm free anyway, so I'll just come over here."

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"Professor..." The girl frowned slightly, as if thinking of something: "Do you know his name?"

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"Of course." Anson said very sincerely: "His name is Mace Hornard, and he is a professor of history at St. Isaac's College - if you still don't believe it, you can ask the Erich teacher at the Military Academy, that day It was in his office that I met the professor by chance."

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"So you didn't know that it was a secret gathering of the old gods, but you were just bewitched by that professor?!"

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"Of course I don't know! As a talent who has inherited the power of blood, and a graduate of the Military Academy, why did I go to such a secret gathering to be an old god?!"

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"Then, when I was asking you, why did you pretend to be Draco Wilts and run away halfway?"

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"Of course I'm going to run away!" An Sen looked at her as a matter of course:

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"I accidentally ran to the party of the old gods, and I also met a guy who regarded me as a train murder suspect - if it was you, would you continue to stay there?!"

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The girl fell silent.

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She had to admit that the other party's explanation was perfect, and she could hardly find any obvious loopholes; at the same time, although there was only a brief contact~www.readwn.com~, the guy in front of her did not look like a bad person.

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A young officer who was implicated and "accidentally" appeared at a meeting of the old gods because of being bewitched by others... There seems to be nothing suspicious.

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but……

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"I still can't let you go." The girl hesitated a little, but the revolver raised in her hand had been slowly lowered:

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"Not only because of your suspicious identity, but also if the guards know what happened tonight, they will not let you go - follow me, I will take you to a safe enough place and find someone Someone wiser than me will decide what to do with you."

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"But don't worry, I swear on my own reputation that no one can do anything to you unless there is conclusive evidence that you are an old god."

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Anson nodded in agreement:

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By the way, "Can I ask, where is this taking me?"

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