I Will Be The Crowned King

Passing through the empty streets, Anson, who was holding back a smile, and Sophia, who was lost, came to the closed door of the newspaper office; creaking" sound.

Obviously, they were one step ahead of the guards:

In order to catch a certain talker, the hysterical "quasi-unemployed" officers not only copied the entire newspaper office, arrested all the editors and staff, but also "carefully" put a seal on the locked door:

"It is the responsibility of every citizen to cooperate with the work of the Guard."

"Participation in Old God activities is seriously harmful to health."

Looking at the familiar slogan on the seal, An Sen, who didn't know how to complain, turned his head and smiled lightly at the girl who was about to write the loss on her face:

"Are you still going in? They may have taken all the clues they could find."

"Of course!"

Sophia, who gritted her teeth, recovered from her loss in an instant, tugged at the collar, and glanced at Anson arrogantly: "I am the blood of the Franz family, how can I give up so easily?!"

Anson shrugged, and he heard similar remarks from a certain knight: "Then you stand behind and I will find a way to open the door first."

"How to do?"

Sophia took two steps back vigilantly, and when she turned around, the corner of her eyes always stayed on Anson; she had not forgotten that this guy who lied and breathed as naturally in front of her was most likely a spellcaster like Miller Wilters.

How is he going to open a locked door... magic? What kind of magic... conjures up a master key? Control shadows? The flame of the fuse wire? Or stick out from the fingertips of bone blades that cut iron like mud?

Numerous guesses came into the girl's mind. Her increasingly rapid breathing seemed to make her hear her heartbeat. Her sore eyes stared at An Sen's every move without blinking, for fear that she might have missed a crucial moment. detail.

She saw that Anson looked around vigilantly, carefully put his right hand into the coat, and then... pulled out the revolver!

Ugh... revolvers?

"boom!"

Thunderous bangs echoed over the empty streets, and faint gunpowder smoke drifted from the locked gates.

"This, this is what you said...the way to open the door?"

Sophia, who was stunned in place, was stunned.

"Otherwise?" An Sen turned his head and looked at the girl with disappointment written on his face as a matter of course:

"I was pulled out temporarily by you, and I didn't have a lock opener on me... Besides, is there a faster and more convenient way to open the door than this?"

The iron cable that was temporarily fixed to the door just looks strong, but in fact, it only needs to loosen the key parts with a gun, and then force it hard...

"Boom!"

The locked door was kicked open by An Sen and walked towards the newspaper office.

Behind the door is a dimly lit hall. The dust traces on the ground can tell that there were at least dozens of desks and office equipment of similar size, large and small, messy and covered with muddy footprints. The entire room, in the corners of the walls, were piled with unrecognizable rubbish.

The empty hall was filled with a slightly different smell from the outside, mixed with mildew, ink and something burnt; Anson, who frowned, turned around and saw that Sophia had already "searched" the hall.

"Well, the clues here have been destroyed by the guards... Damn it."

Waving the magnifying glass she didn't know where to find it, Sophia, who was slightly disappointed, looked up at Anson: "I want to go upstairs and have a look again. You are here, and remember to notify me if there is any situation."

"No problem." Anson shrugged with his hands in his pockets and asked as if he suddenly remembered:

"Then how do I inform you?"

"Well..." Sophia, who pondered seriously for a moment, took out a small silver whistle from her pocket and threw it to Anson, with the coat of arms of the Ring of Order engraved on it:

"This is the standard equipment of the Church of Order's inquisition, and it can emit a very penetrating sound far beyond that of an ordinary whistle."

Looking at the overly delicate silver whistle in his hand, An Sen bit his mouth casually, and then pressed lightly:

"Di-!!!!"

The sharp whistle exploded like a sharp sword, causing the unprepared two to cover their ears instantly.

Feeling the dizziness caused by the high-decibel sound, Anson immediately understood what a "very penetrating sound" was - it was almost like being shot in the face.

"It... can still produce... four scales." Sophia, covering her ears, tried her best to keep her restraint, wishing she could smash the magnifying glass in Anson's face:

"My father said that the judges of the inquisition used this thing to pass information to each other when they arrested the caster."

Use this thing to pass the information... Are you sure they're not a bunch of people with severe otitis?

Looking at the girl who couldn't wait, turned her head and ran up to the second floor as if running for her life, An Sen really wanted to roll his eyes.

He didn't think that the newspaper office that was looted by the guards like the locusts crossing the border had any clues left for Sophia to "discover", although he really hoped that she could find something as soon as possible, so that he could leave this place quickly. A place full of stench, go to Old William Cafe for a cake that will make Lisa happy again.

It is at least an hour's drive from Jiuqiang Street to Baihu Park. According to Lisa's more and more stubborn mouth after arriving in the capital, the time I wasted is probably proportional to the size of the cake...

Standing in the empty hall, An Sen sighed and quickly glanced at the street outside and the stairs behind him, his right hand in his pocket cracked the knuckle of his index finger.

With a slight tingling pain in the temple, all the corners of the entire building flooded into my mind instantly.

The building is divided into four floors - the ground floor is the public office hall, the second floor is the rooms and meeting rooms of various departments, the third floor and the topmost attic are the staff dormitories and storage rooms.

With his eyes closed, An Sen kept flashing images of every corner of the building in his mind, including a certain detective fan girl who was holding a magnifying glass and was looking around in the old corridor with great interest.

He plans to try to find some "suspected clues" by himself, and then find a way to "hint" Sophia, so that she can find out on her own - this will not only save time, but also sell one more favor by the way.

In the end, judging by the fact that she didn't say a word at the black mage's party, and she could actually be replaced by Draco Velters, Anson thought that this temporary plan was perfect.

It seems that the occasional unprepared improvisation is not a bad thing...

boom!

The inner self-talk suddenly came to an abrupt end, and a sharp stabbing pain struck without warning, like a sharp blade pierced through the top of the skull!

An Sen, who was in a trance, was stunned in place at this moment, his mind was like a lake being thrown into a pebble.

Pfft!

An Sen, who was kneeling on one knee, rested on the ground with one hand, his left hand half flexed and pressed firmly against the position of his chest and heart, gritted his teeth and endured the stinging pain of being burned by the flames.

This state lasted for about ten seconds, gradually disappearing as the "power" faded, until finally only a slight burning pain in the chest remained; An Sen, who was kneeling on one knee, panted slightly, staring at the ground with his wide eyes. A wet floor tile.

A foul-smelling breeze blew from outside the door, and An Sen, who was cold behind him, was immediately awakened, and Chaos's consciousness became much clearer.

There's weirdness in this building!

It was slightly different from the last time I was in Thundercastle. That time, Kroger immediately noticed his ability as soon as he was activated, and was counterattacked; this time, it was just the opposite. When his attention moves, he provokes a response from a being.

In other words, is there really something extraordinary in this newspaper? !

Anson got up immediately, and ran towards the stairs without thinking much—no matter what was in this building, he didn't intend to have anything to do with these things now.

He quickly came to the second floor, and as soon as he walked into the corridor so narrow that only two people could pass through, he saw Sophia pushing out the door from a room the size of a bathroom in an apartment, bowing her head and looking a little disappointed.

"Hey, why did you come up?" Sophia turned her head alertly and looked at Anson, who was covered in sweat:

"Is anyone coming this way?"

"...Yes, it seems that I was attracted by the sound of the gunshot just now." Anson lied very naturally:

"They're not far from here, and they're already coming this way; if you leave now, there's still time to avoid them and rent a carriage."

"But I haven't found any clues about Draco's whereabouts..." Sophia, who frowned slightly, suddenly realized:

"Aren't you lying to me?"

"This..." Unexpectedly, An Sen's eyes widened, his expression extremely innocent:

"How could I lie to you?!"

"Why not, you liar who lies as naturally as breathing!" Sophia immediately retorted sharply: "Don't forget, the last time is not over yet!"

"...Well, even if I'm a liar, I always need a reason to lie, right?" An Sen helplessly spread his hands: "What reason can I have to lie to you?!"

reason……

Sophia, who rested her chin with her right hand, nodded slightly, and fell into a brief moment of confusion; the next second, the girl who suddenly lit up, snapped her fingers with a "Clap!":

"I understand, you are trying to cover up the truth, right?!"

Um? Anson didn't react for a while.

"Anson Bach, it was an unexpected accident that you met me today, so you didn't know my purpose before you got in the car; but after learning of today's destination from me, you quickly A sophisticated and bold plan was designed." Sophia sneered:

"You pretend to cooperate first, and then use this method to deceive me to leave when the time is right; in this way, I have no clues about Draco's whereabouts, and at the same time, I will have a certain amount of trust in you."

"Using this insanely ingenious and slightly risky method, you can accomplish two goals at once: cover up your partnership with Draco Wilters, and hide some important clue in this newspaper. !"

"It's yours, Anson Bach!"

Looking at the sharp-eyed girl with the corners of her mouth raised, An Sen, who was expressionless, slapped her right hand on her head with a "snack!"

He really admired the girl's powerful brain-boosting ability.

In the short silence, the sound of a carriage suddenly came from a distance outside the empty building.

And apparently more than one.

The expression of the girl who clearly heard the voice froze, and before she recovered from the joy of "solving the case" just now, she heard a loud "dong!" Enter the dormitory on the side of the wall.

"Well, Anson Bach, you..."

The indignant girl walked into the dormitory while complaining, and before she had time to say anything, she saw An Sen who was leaning against the window glaring at her, and her right hand slammed on her shoulder:

"Squat down!"

"Someone is outside!"

Sophia, who had no time to resist, only felt a tingling pain in her shoulders, and her body was crushed to the ground without any resistance; she held her mouth tightly and stared nervously at Anson leaning against the window.

A few minutes later, five carriages stopped outside the gate of the newspaper office.

Twenty or so people stepped down from the somewhat worn carriage; they were all dressed in different styles, but all had old and worn coats. They were stout and looked very strong and mighty; almost all of them had tools such as hammers or axes pinned to their waists. , and the occasional few with revolvers or what seemed like home-made improvised firearms.

The one at the head was a middle-aged man who looked very tough, wearing a striped coat and a round top hat that were much more refined than the others, biting a pipe in his mouth, and carrying a large-caliber old-fashioned trumpet gun in his right hand.

Gangster?

With the outbreak of the war, the dereliction of duty by the Guards led to the gradual deterioration of the order in the capital, and the city of Clovis, where public security and crime were frequent, also began to give birth to these "vibrant social groups". Only active in a fixed area.

For the crime-riddled capital ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ gangsters composed of trade unions and veterans are probably the most destructive one... Years and months of hard work have given them a fairly strong physique, and a meager physique. Salaries and allowances that are almost unsustainable are also enticing them to commit crimes.

But no matter how powerful gangsters are, they generally do not easily enter the inner city; not to mention that the guards have not degenerated to the point where even gangsters cannot beat them, those wealthy streets generally employ security companies with loaded guns. Combat effectiveness is not inferior to that of the levy.

So what is it that makes these gangsters dare to go to the old wall street that has just been swept by the guards?

Just when Anson was full of confusion, another figure stepped out of the carriage; he wore a round top hat and a high-neck trench coat similar to the others, looked up in the direction of the newspaper office, and walked to the gang leader. Talk quietly.

At this moment, Anson's eyes widened.

Although it was only a blink of an eye, although it was only a few seconds... But when the other party looked up at the newspaper building, he clearly saw that person...

Has ice blue eyes!