I Will Be The Crowned King

“…At 12:35 on January 24, 100th year of the Saint Calendar, a gas leak occurred again in a newspaper building located on Old Wall Street in Wangdu; a group of thugs took the opportunity to occupy the building and threatened important finances and hostages…”

"...The brave and fearless Guards rushed to the scene as soon as possible, exchanged fire with the thugs and quickly killed all of them; a close associate of the commander of the Guards told our reporter that this incident once again proved the necessity of enforcing martial law throughout the city during the war. Sex, but all riots are still under control..."

“…According to people familiar with the matter, there are suspected signs of Old Gods activities behind this incident; in order to prevent evil heresies from harming our beliefs, the Church of Order has announced its intervention in a high-profile manner, and advised devout believers to be suspicious of people around them. Stay vigilant and report any discovery if found..."

"...If you are still interested in the follow-up development of this event, please actively subscribe to the "Clowe Truth". This newspaper has a series of promotions recently. For details, please refer to..."

"Snapped!"

With a muffled sound, Anson slapped the newspaper in his hand on the table.

"So...it was a...um...misunderstanding from start to finish?"

Under the dim kerosene lamp, An Sen, coughing softly, looked at a man and a woman sitting opposite him, and asked with a slightly hesitant tone.

The voice fell, and in the dark room closed on all sides, an awkward atmosphere suddenly filled the depressing environment.

"Uh... that's basically it."

The young man sitting on the left rubbed his hands and looked at An Sen with an indifferent chuckle:

"We...cough...the church received a tip about Draco Wilters and the Black Mage, so we prepared a top floor of the Clovis Truth newspaper building where Draco is likely to appear. Bait, I hope the Black Mage will take the bait."

So what I sensed in the lobby of the newspaper office was actually a trap set by the Church of Order... An Sen, who was complaining for a while, asked casually:

"So...what is that 'bait'?"

"Oh, you said that..." The squinted young judge chuckled:

"That secret."

Anson's mouth twitched.

Well, yes, how can such a secret be easily told to others... Anson shrugged indifferently, anyway, he didn't expect anything from the beginning.

"But... sigh, it doesn't matter if I tell you, it's not a very important secret anyway." The young Inquisitor turned around and glanced sideways at the long-haired female Inquisitor who was always silent:

"It's a big magic book - born between the 20th year and the first year of the saint's calendar, one of the most important sacred objects of the cult old gods."

The easy-going young Inquisitor explained with a chuckle: "It is said that it records all the magic from ancient times to the present and the truth about the fall of the Three Old Gods!"

All magic? !

An Sen's expression was slightly surprised, but he soon noticed the problem in the other party's words:

"Supposedly?"

"You responded very quickly, Your Excellency Anson Bach." The young judge's eyes lit up and nodded with a smile:

"According to the records of the Church of Order, the "Great Magic Book" is divided into three parts, twelve volumes, and forty-eight volumes, corresponding to the three evil gods of the old gods' beliefs: Muth, the king of black magic, the extraordinary Pluto, and the controller of destiny. Ayton."

"Although the whereabouts of most of them are unknown for nearly a hundred years, the church has been searching hard and has obtained a lot of clues."

"What we know so far is that there are four volumes of the forty-eight Great Magic Books in the entire Clovis City. Now Clovis Cathedral has one of the volumes sealed. In other words, there are at least three volumes scattered throughout the city. And the black mage has been trying to put these four volumes together into a complete volume..."

"I understand." Anson nodded:

"So you plan to use this big magic book in your hand to lure the black mage to show up?"

"After all, he's a professor at St. Isaac's College. It's still a bit difficult to arrest him without evidence." The young judge smiled and shrugged:

"Of course, the final plan failed, the black mage didn't take the bait, he just dispatched a gangster controlled by him, and also provoked the troublesome guards, and then things... Hehe, you should all know. "

The guards encircled the gang, and the gang leader Wissam, who was unwilling to die, opened the "horn of death" potion left to him by the black mage, and the Inquisition, which realized that the situation was wrong, cleared the scene in time.

"So...what are you looking for me for?"

After clarifying the cause and effect of the whole thing, An Sen asked in confusion: "Black mages, guards, gangsters... What does this have to do with me?"

The young Inquisitor did not answer immediately, and instead looked at the female Inquisitor next to him, and looked at An Sen with a playful expression:

"On the contrary, Your Excellency Anson Bach, everything here concerns you."

"What's the meaning?"

Anson blinked and asked with a sincere expression.

"Black mages, guards, gangsters."

The young Inquisitor slightly restrained his smile, and under the dim gas lamp, he raised three fingers on his right hand:

"If there is no information you provide, it will probably take us a long time to discover the true face of the black mage, and this operation will naturally be impossible to talk about;"

"The reason why the Guards appeared in the newspaper building is because of your clues about Draco Wilts;"

"As for the gang, it seems that you are innocent in this matter; but if you consider the relationship between you and Mace Hornard ... the Black Mage, there seems to be some indirect connection as well."

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, with all due respect, but maybe you didn't even notice it yourself." The young judge raised the corners of his mouth slightly:

"When you take the Iron Sky train and step on the floor tiles of the platform of the Central West Station of the Royal Capital, you have become one of the cores of this storm, and you have played a very important role."

"As the enforcer organization of the Church of Order, it is impossible for the Inquisition to ignore your presence."

"……clear."

After a moment of silence, An Sen, who sighed, quickly returned to normal, looking at the other party with a solemn expression: "What do you need me to do?"

Although I really want to avoid it, it is also expected that this situation will occur; after all, the other party is the Church of Order, and it is impossible to relax the vigilance of the suspected old gods.

"Cough, cough!" The young judge cleared his throat, put his hands on the table, and approached with an overly attentive smile:

"That, Your Excellency Anson Bach, may I ask..."

"You have no interest in the Inquisition?"

"What?"

An Sen was stunned, staring at the young judge in stunned eyes.

"Oh, didn't you hear? Then I'll say it again, are you interested in..."

"No no no... I heard clearly!" Anson raised his hand to interrupt, looking at the young judge who was so excited that he wanted to say it again:

"You want me to join the Inquisition?!"

An Sen, who was so shocked that he couldn't speak, simply didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.

Heresy and evil organization spellcaster Mengxin, what should I do if I receive an invitation to join the church's strongest law enforcement group? !

"You look surprised, um... but it's not difficult to understand."

The young Inquisitor shrugged and chuckled: "But you misunderstood, we are not asking you to join the Inquisition - that requires a very strict belief review and a lot of procedures - I mean, I hope you can Consider working with us."

"Cooperation?" Anson raised his eyebrows:

"How to cooperate?"

"The specific matters will be discussed after you agree. I can't tell you right now...but I can give you a general direction." The young judge smiled and said:

"As far as I know, your Storm Corps is still recruiting officers, right?"

Anson nodded, this was no secret.

"When the recruitment officially starts, we hope you can reserve... er... three places for us." The judge chuckled and stretched out his right hand, and gestured towards Anson:

"Don't worry, it doesn't have to be an important position, and we won't interfere with your command, as long as it allows us to move freely most of the time."

"That's it, anything can be done?" Anson asked with some doubts.

He could probably guess that the other party planned to monitor him in this way, but he originally thought that the other party would force a position like an adjutant or captain of the guard, but he didn't expect to be so easy to talk, which was completely different from the stereotype in the memory of "former Anson". .

Noticing the change in Anson's expression, the young Inquisitor snorted lightly, and smiled self-deprecatingly:

"Ah... yes, I understand your confusion; indeed, the Inquisition has a reputation, but it's definitely not a good reputation; and all the tabloid stories and legends about our gang probably have nothing to do with people."

"For example, I read one in the "Crowe Truth", saying that the happiest moment of a Ring of Order believer is when the judge knocks on the door in the middle of the night and asks, 'Is Hans living here?', He can happily answer 'No, he lives next door to me.' Haha!"

"……Feel sorry."

"It doesn't matter, we are all used to these, and we are used to them being a hundred times more vicious than this." The young judge waved his hand happily:

"But in fact, if you think about it, you can see that we are just helping ordinary people and choosing a slightly special career; yes, we sometimes look like jerks, but that's just a job requirement; we also have a family who wants to Live on salary and allowances, but also worry about rent and schooling."

"Let's put it this way, Your Excellency Anson Bach, the reason why I chose to be a judge is not only because of my faith, but also because the salary of this job is one-third more than that of a clerk, and I receive subsidies six times a year. Apply for a small interest-free loan at the church."

No, your profession is not as simple as being "slightly special"... An Sen forced a smile and nodded at the other party:

"I understand, I understand."

"It's great for you to understand!" The young Inquisitor breathed a sigh of relief:

"Of course, we're definitely not making you pay in vain - I also understand that this feeling of being watched is definitely not a good feeling - in return, we can open the Inquisition's library and weapons workshop to you."

"The weapon workshop of the Inquisition is a semi-independent organization of the Church of Order. It has the technical authority to use beyond the level of the entire Order world, and can create special weapons, armor and props for you."

"As for the library... that is the educational institution used by the trial to train new people; we have a more complete and better way of cultivating blood power than most ancient families."

Speaking of this, the young Inquisitor suddenly smiled mysteriously: "Even...even if you want to be a spellcaster who masters magic, it's not impossible."

Um? !

An Sen was stunned again: "You, you mean..."

"Yes, contrary to what many people think, we do not exclude spellcasters." The young judge nodded as a matter of course:

"Of course, in order to prevent the judges from being eroded by heresy beliefs due to the power of magic, any spellcaster registered in the religious inquisition must be monitored by two or more judges, and every move must be reported to the top, so There aren't many inquisitors willing to be spellcasters."

"If you really have plans in this regard, I suggest you better prepare yourself mentally in advance," the young judge reminded cautiously.

"...I understand." Anson nodded solemnly.

This is a pleasant surprise-although Anson did not intend to gain more knowledge about conjuration magic from the trial, he gave himself a second choice besides the black mage anyway.

More importantly, if you are about to be exposed one day, you can also avoid the end of the steam valve by being monitored by the inquisition.

"Very well, I happen to have finished what I had to say." The young Inquisitor chuckled, took out a somewhat fancy cyan pocket watch from his pocket, opened the cover with a "pat", and popped three consecutively from the side. A completely different surface:

"Well, it's more coincidental that I have to get off work in forty minutes; Your Excellency Anson Bach, congratulations that you can leave now; your clerk is waiting for you outside, and you can respond to us through him if you need anything; No confidential or special circumstances are involved, we will reply to you within seven working days."

After saying this, the young judge took the initiative to stand up and stretched out his right hand towards An Sen very naturally:

"Crowley Cathedral, Cole Dorian, the Inquisitor of the Order of Truth, is pleased to serve you."

Anson was stunned for a moment, but got up immediately in the next second, with a hearty smile on his face: "Crowe Kingdom, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach of the Royal Army, I am happy to serve you."

"I have a very good hunch, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach." The corner of the judge named Cole raised his mouth and held Anson's right hand firmly: "We will definitely get along very happily~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I hope so too."

Holding each other's hand tightly, the two with the same sincerity and hearty smiles exchanged greetings for a while; .

"boom!"

With the door slammed shut, Cole Dorian let out a long sigh of relief, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he turned to look at the female judge who was sitting on the right side, silent the whole time:

"How is it, Sera, do you see anything?"

"Just one thing."

The soft voice sounded, the long-haired girl slowly raised her head, and looked at Cole Dorian with a pair of blood-red eyes with invisible pupils:

"This man named Anson Bach, from the moment he stepped into the door, no matter how his expression and tone changed, he..."

"I've never let down my guard for a moment!"