I Will Be The Crowned King

At that moment, An Sen, who was trying his best to hide his expression, froze in place.

A sense of near-death crisis opened up a certain organ in his body, his brain began to spin rapidly, his pupils shrank subconsciously and began to capture the details in the picture in front of him. Countless messages appeared from his mind like a typesetting picture. Flash quickly.

Mace Hornard's shirt has obvious traces of rain, but Luther Franz is much lighter, and the archbishop's footprints are very clean, indicating that the two met outside the castle gate;

Mace Hornard had just returned to St Isaac's College, happened to meet Luther Franz outside the door, and accepted the Archbishop's invitation... Really just a coincidence?

The two were exchanging tonight's presentation, and the professor didn't show any surprised expression; but why was it the archbishop who kept saying that the professor seemed a little careless?

etc! No...now is not the time to be cranky!

I have to quickly find a way to avoid these two people and escape from this banquet with Lisa!

Now their attention is on each other, and they are still about 12 meters away... I immediately rushed into the banquet hall to mix into the crowd, then immediately went to Li and left the academy!

Keep calm and pretend like you just went downstairs; don't look back, don't look back, look into the hall naturally, try to cover the side cheeks that you have to show with your collar; very good, this is the way, the plan is complete... …

"Anson?!"

A surprised voice blocked his way.

Looking at the cute figure leaping towards him, An Sen with a frozen smile on his face was like a motionless sculpture. He collided with the girl, and was tightly wrapped around his neck by the other's hands holding the cake.

"Where did you go, Anson, I can't find you anywhere!" Lisa hugged Anson's neck happily, very unimpressive--provided there was one--with her legs wrapped around his waist, her face on the face All traces of cake left.

The little maid held the horns of her skirt and followed her in a panic: "Sorry, but Miss Lisa is running too fast, and Angelica can't stop it... Ah, Lord Archbishop!"

Following Angelica's line of sight, Anson, who was holding Lisa, turned around, looked at the two elders walking towards him in "surprise", and hurriedly saluted each other:

"Good evening, Archbishop... ah, and professor?!"

"Good evening, dear Anson, have you come to the banquet tonight?"

Mace Hornard, who was wearing a black-bottomed and red-edged doctor's robe, greeted him cordially, with a bit of sincerity in his soft complexion:

"What a coincidence, I was wondering if I was going to find you. It seems that poor Bronne doesn't have to run again in the rain."

An Sen, who was suppressing his heartbeat, kept a respectful smile. Lisa, who was lying on top of him, noticed something strange, and looked at An Sen's eyes with a little confusion.

"No offense, Professor Mace Hornard, but I'm probably going to **** you off."

While Anson was still mulling over his vocabulary and thinking about how to answer, Archbishop Luther Franz suddenly interjected:

"Tonight, our storm regiment leader has always been on an important mission and may not have much time to enjoy the banquet."

"What about the final presentation?"

The mild-mannered Mace Hornard doesn't seem about to give up easily.

The archbishop frowned slightly, then nodded: "I think that should be fine...if everything is normal."

"That's enough." The professor smiled and focused on Anson's face:

"I'll reserve a spot for you when it officially starts. If you're interested, come and enjoy it together. You won't be disappointed."

"must!"

An Sen quickly agreed, with unconcealed joy in his expression.

Mace Hornard nodded slightly:

"His Excellency Archbishop, please allow me to leave first. I just returned to Clovis City by train at 7:30 in the afternoon. There are many things that need to be dealt with urgently."

"If you please, Professor."

Luther Franz raised his hand in a gesture of congratulations, and smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth.

The professor nodded back to him and said, "Your Excellency, the archbishop, we will see you in half an hour. If you need anything, please have someone come to the office."

"Still not in the habit of locking doors, Professor?"

"I've been used to it for many years, Your Excellency Archbishop, starting from the seventieth year of the saint's calendar."

"Did there be any accidents?"

"never had."

"Oh why?"

"Why..." Mace Hornard narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly:

"Perhaps you should ask the thieves?"

Luther Franz was silent for a moment, then smiled slowly and relaxedly.

Anson, who was holding Lisa by the side, also showed an embarrassed but polite smile.

The smiling Mace Hornard turned gracefully and left the banquet hall from the stairs on the left; the smiling Luther Franz stood with his hands behind his back and watched him leave.

Anson pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, until after confirming that he could not hear the footsteps of Mace Hornard, he slowly released Lisa's right hand and put it down to the little maid behind.

Confused, Lisa didn't understand what was going on, but she still pursed her mouth tightly as she sensed the danger faintly, and was dragged behind by Angelica, who bowed her head.

At the moment of separation, he did not forget to put the cake he brought into Anson's palm.

After a full minute, Luther Franz, who retracted his gaze, looked back at Anson, and said slowly with a blank face:

"follow me."

Anson, who was silent, followed the Archbishop's pace and walked up the stairs on the right.

The rain in the middle of the night was getting heavier and heavier. The sound of the torrential rain mixed with the noise of the banquet hall, and echoed like a well in the silent stairwell.

Silent Luther Franz walked in front, followed by Anson who could only hear his slight, rhythmic breathing.

Just when Anson thought that this flight of stairs would never end, the Archbishop stopped.

The two stood at the entrance of the stairs, and An Sen, who deliberately slowed down the other half a step, tensed his heartstrings, constantly thinking about how to take Lisa away from here.

The Inquisition may strike at any time, but they don't know that Mace Hornard has returned; once the conflict between the Church and the Black Mage breaks out at St. Isaac's College, they can't run away!

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, don't be nervous."

Luther Franz, who had his back to Anson, suddenly said:

"If I really had any doubts about you, or had bad intentions, do you think I would be in a place like this with you alone, without any guards, and with my back to you?"

Anson's mouth twitched.

The Archbishop, like his brigadier-general's son, has a certain talent for telling bad jokes - and not at all.

"I know what you're worried about - your identity being exposed, being hunted down by the Black Mage as a traitor, or being hunted down by the Tribunal as the Old God faction." The Archbishop said lightly:

"And I tell you, this worry is totally unreasonable and unnecessary; as long as you continue to serve the Franz family, you enjoy the protection of the Franz family; this is not a promise, but a great reward for your hard work. Natural payoff."

"You handled the factory riot incident perfectly, and it made the guards suffer a lot." In the deadly silence, the archbishop looked back at Anson:

"So, I'm going to give you another job now."

An Sen, who was about to speak, immediately pursed his lips and put his hands behind him.

"Now the Black Mage, your beloved Professor Mace Hornard already knows that his identity has been exposed; I don't know what his reasons were for leaving Clovis City before, but the only reason for him to return to Clovis City is One."

"He is fully prepared to seize the "Great Magic Book" from the Church of Order!"

Um? !

Anson's eyes widened, pretending to be surprised.

"Are you shocked?"

Luther Franz asked with a sideways look.

"Uh... yes... no."

Anson frowned and thought about it carefully: "I remember that the Church of Order has only one volume of "The Great Magic Book", and it is still in the form of memory cards?"

Exchange and think about it. If he is a black mage, he will definitely find a way to collect the remaining three volumes scattered in Clovis City, and then get the last volume in the hands of the church, and finally make one volume; The branch line goes to the main line... I mean common sense of ordinary people, right?

Anson muttered to himself in his head.

Looking at Anson with a confused expression, Luther Franz fell into a kind of silence, as if hesitating whether he should speak.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally told the truth that even a certain inferior judge didn't know:

"Actually... the "Great Magic Book" stored in Clovis Cathedral is a complete volume."

"what?!"

This time Anson was really surprised.

"But...that's only in theory."

The Archbishop frowned slightly and said with a sigh, "A long time ago, some of the memory cards used to save this "Great Magic Book" were lost, so it is indeed incomplete now."

"If I remember correctly, it should have happened in the seventy-fifth year of the saint's calendar..."

Luther Franz, who was briefly caught in the memory, failed to notice that Anson's expression changed slightly, and the hands behind his back desperately restrained the urge to reach out to the inner pocket of his jacket.

"But Mace Hornard definitely didn't know about it. What's more dangerous is that he probably already knew the "Great Magic Book" hidden in the church, which is a complete volume."

The Archbishop said solemnly: "Now that he is back, it means that the conflict between us and him is only a matter of time; the Tribunal is fully prepared, but it is not enough."

"I am somewhat convinced that Mace Hornard is trying to organize a riot of bankrupt workers, trying to force their way into Clovis Cathedral by violent means."

In the deadly stairwell, Luther Franz told an understatement of a tragedy that was likely to cause half of the White Lake Park to fall into a sea of ​​fire.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

Anson said calmly.

Obviously, Luther Franz did not tell himself this for no reason; just like handing the Storm Corps to himself, he had already made a plan before starting to act.

"It's very simple, get rid of the organization that is organizing bankrupt workers - you have Viscount Bogner's blacklist, through the properties under the names of those nobles, the recent status of the various unions in Clovis City, and the name It is not difficult for you to find this Old God organization with the help of Reverend Carin Jacques."

"There are storm groups, plus you can do whatever you want in the outer city, it's not difficult for you to eradicate them."

Obviously, the archbishop is very familiar with Anson's recent social situation, and the two families of Bogner and Franz are indeed allies, otherwise the old gentleman will not tell him about the blacklist.

"I understand." Anson said with a serious face:

"In a week, I will give you an answer."

Luther Franz nodded slightly, satisfied with this answer.

Investigate, confirm, ambush, close the net... After the whole process is completed, seven working days is not too much.

As for whether Anson would take advantage of this opportunity for profit, revenge, or anything else, the archbishop didn't care; giving someone a job was tantamount to giving someone a power, and doing anything with that power would is his freedom.

Of course, the premise is that he is willing to pay the price of "freedom".

"Then I'll look forward to your performance, Head of the Storm Corps."

Luther Franz turned around and said solemnly as he walked into the corridor:

"Next, I will introduce you to the chairman of the Railway Committee, who is also one of our most important guests today. He holds the largest intelligence network in Clovis City, even more than the Secretary of the Interior in the Privy Council..."

"Please, please wait!"

An Sen suddenly stopped the other party: "I'm very sorry, Lord Archbishop, but..."

"It doesn't matter." Luther Franz turned his head calmly, raised his hand and said:

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Uh……"

Looking at the slightly puzzled expression of the Archbishop, An Sen suddenly regretted speaking.

He wanted to say that Mace Hornard's appearance here tonight might take the opportunity to sabotage the peace talks and further escalate the original local war.

But there is a fatal problem in doing so, that is, it will reveal that he has disclosed the matter of the peace talks to Bron, the cronies of the Black Mage.

This is a fatal blow to his image as a "devout believer" and "honest and reliable" in the Church of Order!

Even if the Archbishop can understand himself, "Good intentions~www.readwn.com~ But as long as this matter is spoken, no matter how the situation develops, he will definitely not be able to leave!

But if he doesn't warn him as soon as possible, the people in the inquisition may be about to start; once Bron is captured, the black mage will know about the mediation tonight...

Only a ghost knows how things will turn out!

And it's all due to my own mistakes!

How to do? !

Is it brave to stand up and admit mistakes and stop losses as soon as possible before the situation gets too bad? Or pretend that nothing happened and let it be? !

In the dead corridor, An Sen took a deep breath and mustered the courage in his heart.

Yes, there is only one right choice...

"Sir Archbishop, I thought about the pursuit of the Old God Sect organization, and I think six days is enough."

The smiling Anson did not change his face.