I Will Be The Crowned King

Vol 2 Chapter 80: villains

"good, very good."

On a sunny morning, Sophia Franz, who was enjoying the rare good weather in the capital, held a fragrant hand-ground coffee and her favorite orange jelly in front of her, listening to the little maid's report like a concert. People Notice] results.

The extent to which it went smoothly was completely beyond her expectations.

In just three days, information about "Draco Wilters" came in like a flood; although nine out of ten were meaningless information or false information... but after careful screening, it was still possible to Find some clues or something in common.

Of course, a "loyal" little maid took the initiative to undertake the "screening" work. Sophia only needed to spend fifteen minutes listening to it during breakfast time.

With dark circles under her eyes and messy hair, Angelica flipped through the notepad feebly and made three conclusions in a toneless tone like a eulogy:

First of all, all clues are in the outer city;

Second, no one clue location is repeated;

Finally, the last time anyone was seen home, before the Old Wall Street incident.

"So our smart family has been lurking in the outer city to avoid the pursuit of the guards, and has become more cautious after the Old Wall Street incident?"

Taking a small sip of coffee, Sophia, who raised her mouth slightly, thought a little.

The little maid desperately opened her bloodshot eyes:

"Maybe?"

"If that's the case, then why did he send that article to Clovis Truth?" Sophia frowned slightly:

"Show off, smoke bombs, or send a certain signal to someone? Or... there are other hints hidden in this article, predicting what will happen in the capital?"

After thinking seriously for a minute, Sophia, who was completely clueless, shook her head: "Well... It seems that the answer can only be known by asking him in person."

The sleepy little maid rubbed her eyes and asked in order to cover up her yawning movement:

"I~ my dear lady, do you really think that you can find Mr. Jia with a reward and a missing person notice?"

"Of course...not possible."

Blinking playfully, Sophia stretched her waist; the waist in only the close-fitting silk pajamas evoked a beautiful arc in the sun:

"But it's going to cause him a lot of trouble - because from now on, our husband is going to be nervous about eating, sleeping and going to the bathroom."

"And the price I have to pay, at most... um... two or three new dresses?"

"Until he is found?" asked the little maid with blurry eyes.

Sophia shook her head, and the corners of her mouth kept rising: "Until he comes to me in person."

"And what about Your Excellency Anson Bach?"

Putting the notepad behind her back, the little maid deliberately changed the subject.

"That liar, he was held in my palm from the beginning!"

Sophia bit the croissant on the fork fiercely: "The budget of the storm group is under my supervision, and his every move cannot escape my eyes."

"For example..." The little maid blinked.

"For example, I know that our storm regiment commander has lied in addition to embezzling military salaries and depositing the budget for the purchase of ordnance into four private accounts... Well, it should be more than once."

Wiping the corners of her mouth gracefully, Sophia continued to enjoy her breakfast: "He probably doesn't know that the Old William Cafe on Red Brick Street is the property of the Church of Order, and the Franz family is one of the board members of the Charity Welfare Institute. ."

"The owner of the cafe told me that he had seen Lord Anson Bach and Mace Hornard enter the same box; and just the day before yesterday, the director of the Simon Street Welfare Institute said that Lord Anson Bach was pretending to be Bang. Mr. Bull, took the belongings of a man named Oliver from the orphanage."

Sophia took a sip of coffee: "This is only a small part. When the Draco Wilts matter is resolved, the secret of this liar will definitely give me more surprises!"

Looking at the master whose mouth kept twitching, the little maid suddenly felt a chill:

"Then... how are you going to punish him?"

"Punishment, why punish him?"

Sophia laughed, dangerously: "Isn't it interesting to watch him jump up and down like this without realizing that he is exposed?"

"Like my father said - every time he decides to lend money to people who are trying to prove that they are honest and reliable, he never expects them to pay back, and even the more they want to behave, the more willing he is to lend out more money. more; for the more they borrow, the more cleanly they sell themselves, until they have no part of themselves from head to toe."

"And Anson Bach's handle is his debt: at first I can forgive him like my father forgives the debts of those people, but he will not know how to repent, and will only make bigger mistakes step by step until it is completely impossible. Redeem, to me... to obey the Franz family."

"Hehe... From this point of view, I have to thank him for making me understand my father's words more and more."

Resisting the tiredness, the little maid who was a little scared swallowed her saliva:

"Dear Miss Sophia, you are acting more and more like the villain in those detectives..."

"exactly!"

Sophia smiled gracefully, and her clear eyes exuded a strange brilliance: "I have always fallen into some kind of misunderstanding-the protagonists in those can always find the only opportunity to take advantage of the villains' layers of arrangements and careful planning. chance, why?"

"The answer is very simple, because it only needs to be viewed, but reality needs logic; in the real world, a person who holds a lot of wealth does not need to deliberately target anyone, she only needs a little thought in this regard, it is enough to make the 'protagonist' They're exhausted."

"That's it?" the little maid asked in no time.

"Only one side."

Putting down the coffee cup, the refreshed Sophia picked up the orange jelly on the table, scooped up a spoonful and put it in her mouth, licking the corners of her lips contentedly:

"More importantly, don't you think it's a very pleasant thing to be a villain?"

Seeing the girl's happy expression, the caring little maid decided not to ask "the villains in the middle of the world think so", a question that would definitely make her angry.

But thinking of the fate of those villains...especially the female villains, the little maid couldn't help but feel a little worried about her master's future.

………………

"Are you really going to let me go?"

In the cafe next to the Reality Club, Carin Jacques, who had changed into a priest's uniform, looked at Anson in horror, holding a glass of clean water without adding anything in his hand.

"There's nothing you can do if you don't believe me." Taking a sip of coffee, Anson shrugged helplessly:

"Of course, this does not mean that you are completely free - you are now all registered spellcasters in the religious inquisition, and your daily actions must be reported to the Truth-seeking Order; in addition, your 'goods' are still there, they said they hope You can continue to be the same as if it didn't happen."

When he heard the last sentence, the corners of Carin Jacques's mouth twitched unnaturally, and then nodded again and again:

"I understand that I will do my best to cooperate with the work of the court as a devout believer!"

Anson was deeply suspicious of this point. From the moment he met this black-robed priest, he would not tell the truth if he had the slightest chance.

However, he didn't care much, and he believed that the judges of the Truth-seeking Order would not care--as a group of law enforcement officers with lynching powers, they certainly wouldn't mind someone adding some "extra fun" to their work.

After some courtesies, the two finally began to talk about business.

"The last time I saw Draco Wilters was before the Old Wall Street affair: he commissioned me to send his freshly finished Detective Yasin to Clovis Facts for publication, and then paid for it Stay in the attic of the Crown Tavern."

Karin Jacques recalled while drinking water:

"At that time, I just learned about the Iron Sky, and I thought he was just being targeted by the Guards and didn't think much about it; but then more and more people wanted to find him or arrest him! People from the Guards, the Army people, the Church of Order, the nobles, the Old Gods…”

"wait!"

Anson, who frowned, interrupted, suddenly realizing that something was wrong: "You said... there are also nobles and old gods?"

"The former is more polite, the latter is more direct." Kalin nodded and continued:

"You probably don't come to the outer city very often - the nobles in the capital don't care about this place, those who are looking for Draco Wilts have fought more than once, and I have seen it more than three times!"

"There are also various reasons for looking for him: there are admirers - this is the most outrageous - there are people who want to kill him, those who lose things, those who want to ask him for help, and those who want to help him..."

Speaking of this, the black-robed priest suddenly paused and looked at Anson cautiously: "What about you... What did you do to find him?"

"I?"

After thinking for a while, An Sen chuckled: "I want to chat with him and help him by the way."

"real?"

Carin Jacques' expression was suspicious.

"Of course it's true." Anson looked at him inexplicably:

"Do I look like a devil or a villain in your eyes?"

"...not like it."

The black-robed priest swallowed and forced a sincere smile.

Anson took a sip of coffee and decided not to bother with this guy who looked a lot like the villain.

"Then do you have any contact information with Draco Wilters? I mean before the Old Wall Street incident."

"Usually he took the initiative to find me." Carin Jacques put down the water glass in his hand and rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly:

"However, if I want to inform him of anything, I will publish a notice in the "Clowe Truth", which starts with 'To Your Excellency Detective Yassen', and the rest can be made up at will, only the time and place must be accurate ."

This is a good method... Anson nodded unexpectedly.

But having said that, after being arrested by the Guards and the building bombing, the Clovis Truth, which is regarded as a "second-class news newspaper and first-class public reading" by a certain family, can still survive tenaciously, and its publication is completely inconsistent. Affected, it is really surprising.

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, can I make one more small suggestion?"

Carin Jacques, who came closer, whispered.

Anson nodded slightly.

"If I were you, I would definitely not take the initiative to find Draco Wilters now - he is now the core of all the storms in the entire Clovis City, and it can even be said that everything is caused by him." Black Robe The priest said seriously:

"He is hiding everywhere, which proves that he is very aware of how dangerous it is if he emerges now; there is no need to say much about those who want to kill him, and the rest are big people we can't afford to offend; you may think that the Church of Order is just a shield It's safe, trust me, no."

"The eldest lady of the Franz family has now completely shown up, publicly throwing money to arrest people; it won't be long before this guy can't even stay in the outer city, and it's only a matter of time before he takes the initiative to show up."

"My advice is 'wait' - with the Guards, he doesn't dare to show up directly in the inner city, so if he decides not to hide, he will definitely be in..."

"The Crown Tavern?" Anson said subconsciously.

Carin Jacques raised the corner of his mouth calmly and straightened his body slightly: "If you are willing to believe me, I will be responsible for helping you meet him at that time."

"I believe you."

Anson nodded sincerely: "Priest Carlin Jacques, you are free now."

"May the ring of order bless you with all the best today."

After politely saying the polite words, Carin Jacques stood up decisively and did not intend to stay for a second.

"Wait a minute!" Anson stopped him and took out a letter from his jacket pocket:

"Send this letter for me, anonymously."

"no problem!"

After taking the envelope, the black-robed priest left the cafe without looking back.

Watching him leave, Anson put down the coffee cup in his hand, and poured the water from the Kalin Jacques cup into the flowerpot beside the door. There was still a little white powder on the bottom of the clean cup. shape.

According to Cole Dorian, this "magic little powder that makes you want to vomit when you lie" and the "magic little pill that keeps talking" are both contraband in the inquest; he gave himself his last stock. , in exchange for the fact that the Storm Regiment would really pay him wages and allowances according to the standard of the "Skip Company Commander"~www.wuxiaspot.com~ An Sen agreed as he should - anyway, it was not himself who paid the money. .

The only pity is that this thing is invalid for awakened talents and casters above the fourth rank. It can only be used to deal with ordinary people. Otherwise, you can take a gamble and get all the information about the black mage from Bron's mouth. intelligence.

But he doesn't need it now.

Knowing the reasons and goals of the Black Mage's use of himself, the rest is to design a perfect plan for the Black Mage and the Church of Order to break out into a head-on conflict, and at the same time he can escape smoothly.

[Dear Professor Mace Hornard, hello. 】

[After spending the last good time, I learned more about the Church of Order and St. Isaac, and became interested in the history of the birth of the steam engine and the difference engine. 】

[I don't know when you will have time to meet me, I hope to meet you to ask questions in this regard. 】

【You are loyal and always love your students. 】

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