I Will Be The Crowned King

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The female judge who sent the "kindness" to her newspaper, An Sen, who walked down the stairs to the second floor, did not immediately return to the room that Qiuzhen Cultivator would arrange for him, but paced back and forth in the corridor.

For the reason of robbing people from the Ministry of War, he cannot leave the base camp of the court for the time being. If he wants to go out, he must report to him, and even if he has permission, he must be accompanied by at least one judge.

But based on his attitude just now, it is obvious that the judges are definitely thinking that it is better to do less than one thing, and 100% will not be willing to let them go.

However, the Free Confederate mission is about to have a formal meeting soon, and they will submit credentials to each other with Clovis to discuss whether to conclude an alliance. At the same time, the Storm Legion, which is controlled by the War Department, is also facing the issue of personal freedom and property freedom.

The Storm Legion is very rich, not only the officers, but even the public account is a large number - add all the previously obtained from Hantu, and then double it a little, and erase all the small numbers. The public funds are almost there.

But this money is not visible, or once it is seen, it cannot be kept 100%; although the accounts have always been taken care of by the junior clerk, if the War Department really starts to thoroughly investigate everyone, it will be a matter of time before the problem is discovered.

The most important thing at the moment, besides making sure that he doesn't fall into the control of the War Department, is to get them to remove the surveillance and investigation of the Storm Legion as soon as possible.

So I have to get out of here as soon as possible and find someone who can help in this regard. He probably already has a goal.

The most troublesome thing now is how to get out... I vaguely heard the brisk footsteps behind him, An Sen turned around calmly, and collided with the man by chance.

"You... why are you here?"

Staring blankly at the figure in front of her, the startled seamstress Alfred said subconsciously, and quickly regained her former arrogant aura:

"Didn't they tell you to stay in the room and don't walk around, what if someone from the War Department finds out?"

"So what if I'm discovered, I'm at the headquarters of the Truth Seeking Order, the place with the highest concentration of judges in Clovis City." Anson asked rhetorically:

"I'm not running out alone, what's so scary?"

"This is also... eh?!"

The seamstress nodded subconsciously, but immediately realized what was wrong: "Wait, why are you trying to run out alone?!"

"How is this possible, have you forgotten that the people from the War Department are staring at me, the risk of going out alone is too high." As he spoke, An Sen's eyes became more meaningful:

"I should still leave with a judge, maybe a little bit safer, like..."

"For example..."

Dragging the long tail, the seamstress seemed to be in a sudden good mood and completely lost her ability to think.

But Anson did not give an answer, but changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this for now, why are you here?"

"Ah I?"

Alfred was stunned, his eyes suddenly panicked: "That...it's nothing, I'm the logistics of Seeking Truth, what do I need to report to you?"

"Of course not." Anson smiled and put his hands behind his back: "But if I firmly disagree with the thing you want to do, you must be disappointed that you can't achieve your wish, right?"

"Hey?"

"It's exactly eleven o'clock. Judging from your mental state, you should get up very early, right?" An Sen's eyes began to look at each other from beginning to end:

"Hair and dress are carefully prepared. The traces on the inside of the collar seem to be left by jam. When I was chatting with you, I could smell the aroma of coffee beans. It seems that I drank a lot to refresh myself."

"When I just went down, a judge told me that the club will serve lunch from 11:30; you appeared here half an hour earlier after you dressed up, obviously preparing to give the other party at least washing time."

"Referring to your dress, hehe, to be honest, we haven't met a few times, so..." Anson nodded at the bowler hat on her head and the magenta tutu skirt on her body:

"Three times, this is the only time I've seen you change your dress style, and then recall a little bit of the little dress you made for Lisa..."

"...Answer, isn't it clear at a glance?"

After a second of silence, the seamstress opened her mouth.

"You...you, you..." Alfred stammered when he came back to his senses, and pointed at Anson, who was light and cloudy: "This, is this the...reasoning of "The Great Detective Yasen"?!"

How is that possible? I'm not some terrifying family. I just use the "realm" to distort the power of incantation and simulate the effect of black magic to read your mind... An Sen secretly said in his heart.

After such a long period of exploration, he has gradually mastered the method of using some less powerful magic while suppressing his own magic reaction as much as possible; of course, the premise is not too close, otherwise it will still be discovered by the caster or talent. of. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

In addition, because he is not a black mage, the forced simulation of the Twisting Law requires a little preparation time - this is one of the reasons for wandering back and forth in the corridor.

But of course this kind of thing can't be said, especially if it can't be known by the Truth Seeking Order or the Holy See to know that it is a blasphemy mage, so...

"That's right, so I know exactly why you are here." An Sen nodded slightly:

"To be honest, I personally have nothing against your pursuit of artistic creation, but before that, I also have a small request..."

"I want to go out and get some air, no problem!" The seamstress didn't blink at all:

"It just so happens that I have to go to the Wang Family Army Academy. Teachers from several schools have ordered officers' uniforms from me. Now that the clothes are ready and ready to be delivered, you can pretend to be my assistant."

"But let's say it first, we can only go for a walk. If we happen to pass by, we can take a look, but we can't go to certain places. Can you hear it clearly?"

Although it is indeed very greedy to directly design new clothes for the little secretary and Lisa, the seamstress has not forgotten what her own job and service unit are, and she will not commit it for the sake of a little care and will definitely make herself regret it. fault.

"No problem, but I hope to have a little personal time." Anson gestured with his right hand: "It doesn't take much, just five minutes."

"Then make a deal!"

Nodding happily, the seamstress suddenly remembered something: "By the way, there is one more thing, you are not allowed to use that ability called 'reasoning' on me in the future."

"What, because you don't want to be too understood?"

"That's not it, it's just a feeling of being peeped from the inside out. How to say... um..." The seamstress thought about it seriously: