I Will Be The Crowned King

When Anson left from the side door of Clovis Cathedral, the night sky shrouded in dark clouds began to snow, the gray and white goose feather snow fluttered in the sky, and the dim gas lamp became the only star in the middle of the night.

The smiling Angelica was standing beside a carriage on the street waiting for him. After a short while, there was a little snow on her head and shoulders.

"The carriage is ready for you, Your Excellency Anson Bach." Seeing Anson walking quickly, the smiling little maid saluted: "It's a hasty thing, this time the reception was not good, please be considerate."

"Ah...it's nothing, the person who should say sorry should be me." An Sen waved his hand and said:

"That, Sophia Franz..."

"Miss has gone back first." The little maid blinked: "And you don't have to worry. Although she looks a little arrogant and has a strong self-esteem, she actually seldom hates others, and she will not take revenge afterward."

After a few words of relief, Angelica suddenly covered her mouth and laughed softly.

"What's up?"

Anson was a little confused.

"Oh! It's nothing, Angelica is just a little... a little..." The little maid tried her best to hold back the corner of her mouth that she wanted to raise, but the more she endured, the more she wanted to laugh:

"Let's put it this way, you're probably the first person to have made her so frustrated so far—or the first person to dare—so it's possible she's thinking about getting revenge on you now. !"

"...Then what are you laughing at?"

"Because it's interesting."

The little maid covered her mouth as she should: "The grievance between the archbishop's daughter and the young officer, this is a story that can only happen in the "Clowe Truth"; it can be seen without a penny Really, isn't it fun enough—ah, sorry, rude!"

The little maid who laughed more and more wanted to laugh hurriedly saluted, ran back to the cathedral with a silver bell in her skirt, and left Anson, who was embarrassed and inexplicable, stood alone and boarded the carriage.

Clovis's night is far more elegant than its daytime. There is no dead fog, no muddy dirt on the streets, no loud noise and crowded carriages and pedestrians.

There is only a quiet city, and thousands of lights that adorn her gorgeous clothes like jewels.

Leaning on the carriage of the carriage, An Sen finally let out a long breath and gasped slightly.

It was only at this time that he finally dared to relax a little, no longer tense his heartstrings.

Well, I'm too tired today, so I'll leave the diary to write it tomorrow.

Relaxing his tired body, An Sen slumped on the carriage seat and smiled lazily, while flashbacks of this "wonderful day" kept flashing in his mind.

The intelligence and information received today are enormous and complex, but each one is important.

Judging from the various experiences of the "Secret Club", the Black Mage - that is, Professor Mace Hornard - the old gods organization is extremely influential, but the scale is not large, because even in the capital There are many "old gods" who are not organized and may not even be the caster.

This basically responded to Anson's earliest guess, that the so-called Old God Sect was just a code name, marking all the Old God believers, spellcasters, and dark creatures. The whole was almost a mess of sand, and there was no strict organization that could fight against the church.

Despite this, it is still very unrealistic to want to break away from this underground evil organization in the short term; not to mention that he is already a conjurer, and he wants to obtain more and more practical magic, as well as various common sense and best practices among spellcasters. For basic knowledge, it is possible to rely on Black Mage at the moment.

After all, such an unpredictable gathering as today is only once a month, and even a "useless spell" like [Rifeng], a magic book can be sold for a high price of two gold coins.

An Sen couldn't imagine the sky-high price of a truly "practical and powerful" magic book, and what kind of trouble it would bring him even if he got it.

Continue to stay in the organization of the black mage, although you also have to be afraid, there is a risk of being knocked on the door by the ruling knights or the trial; but within the "old gods group", one's own safety is guaranteed to a certain extent.

As for Archbishop Luther... Anson is still a little hesitant, but even if he really wants to accept his job, it's not a bad idea.

Anyway, in the eyes of the army, he is already a "traitor who has taken refuge with the church", and he can't wait for a good job if he continues to wait; instead, it is better to simply surrender to the Franz family and get a better future in the church camp.

With his army background and talent, if he is lucky, he might even be able to enter the Judgment Knights or the Tribunal. At that time, who can guess that the archbishop's cronie is a genuine spellcaster?

Moreover, with an official identity on the surface, his status in the underground evil organization of the Black Mage is more special and valuable; he will not be arbitrarily assigned tasks that will kill him just because he is a newcomer.

The carriage stopped outside No. 55 Bleiman Street. Anson, with a long sigh of relief, got off the carriage and walked to the door.

When I entered the study of Archbishop Luther, it was 8:30, and the slowest time from Red Brick Street to Bleiman Street was no more than fifteen minutes... So I spent three hours with the old man in the study. above? !

But why does it feel like less than an hour has passed? !

Completely incomprehensible, Anson shook his head, gently pushed open the door, and walked up the stairs.

The apartment was completely dark by now, not to mention the gas lamps, and even the fireplace in the living room had gone out.

Well, yes, Lisa and Mrs. Bogner should have finished dinner and went to bed by this time... Anson walked quietly into the living room with his feet on his feet, took off his coat in the darkness, and slowly hung it on the hanger .

"Goo."

A familiar voice sounded in the living room behind, making Anson stop what he was doing.

After a second, he turned his head stiffly and looked in the direction of the sound; he saw a petite figure curled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace, holding his calf, staring at him motionless.

"Lisa?"

"Anson..." Probably because she was hungry, Lisa's voice was soft and a little crying.

Anson looked at her, and then looked at the vegetable soup and bread that seemed to have cooled on the table: "You didn't eat?"

Lisa seemed to hesitate for a moment, then nodded lightly.

"why?"

"Because Anson hasn't come back yet." Lisa whispered, the cry in her nasal voice more obvious than before:

"Mrs. Bogner said that Anson is the head of the family. If Lisa wants to be a good girl, she has to wait for the head of the family to return before she can have dinner."

"Lisa, Lisa doesn't know what a good girl is..." She muttered, shrinking like a ragdoll cat: "But Lisa is willing to wait for Anson to come back."

What **** thoughts are these... Anson simply doesn't know what to say.

He sighed, "Are you hungry?"

Lisa wiped her face and nodded desperately.

"Then be patient for a while, and I'll go and heat the stove." Anson patted her little head: "Just heat up the cold food, very quickly."

"But it's very late now." Lisa raised her head to look at him: "Mrs. Bogner has gone to bed, and she said that a good girl shouldn't be so late..."

"Tonight is a special case!" Anson emphasized:

"Good girls also need to eat~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and Lisa is already a good girl!"

"real?!"

"Of course it's true, do you think I've lied to you?" An Sen patted the little head that was still hesitating:

"Go and set the cutlery, and dinner will start in thirty minutes."

"Um!"

Looking at the cheerful figure running towards the kitchen, an idea suddenly popped into Anson's mind.

Are you going to send Lisa to a church college?

If this continues, God knows what that Mrs. Bogner will teach her; but if she is sent to a church college, she may learn more "dregs thinking"...

The hesitant Anson shook his head, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.