I Will Be The Crowned King

Hearing this answer that was not an answer, Cole Dorian raised his brows with a surprised expression.

"In the past forty-five minutes and seventeen seconds, his attention has always been highly focused." The female judge named Sera continued to add:

"But that's because I started watching him from the moment he sat down, and I can't rule out that it's been in this state from the moment I walked in."

"In this state, unless I use some more direct means, at least at this stage I can't read the contents of his consciousness."

"So our Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach is indeed a thoughtful guy as the data says?" Cole scratched his head:

"Do you think it's possible that he has been trained for this, or has had a similar experience?"

"This possibility is not ruled out." The long-haired girl with blood-red eyes replied softly:

"Ordinary people - even talented people - have a hard time maintaining a high degree of concentration in thinking activities for nearly an hour; such a level of concentration is already at the level of a beginner spellcaster."

"Can you prove it?"

"It's very difficult - even beginner spellcasters, as long as they master the 'secret' skills, unless they are actively exposed, they will not be able to react to each other." Sera shook her head:

"And Anson Bach is also an awakened talent, and his bloodline power can also suppress weak black magic."

"Assuming he's still a spellcaster who believes in the Lord of the Dark Arts, it wouldn't be surprising if all we've just seen were his elaborate hallucinations -- not impossible given his relationship with the Black Mage. "

"If that's the case, then why are we letting him go?" Cole Dorian asked in increasing surprise, "A guy like this should be arrested for three or four days, shouldn't it be a problem?"

"Yes, but only if there is no interference from the Franz family."

A slightly dejected hoarse voice sounded without warning.

Sera with scarlet eyes raised her pale and slender right hand, and snapped her fingers with a "crack!"; across the empty table, there was an indifferent middle-aged man next to An Sen's place.

"Captain Lawrence?"

"We received a 'request' from the Franz family... just now." Lawrence Bernat said lightly:

"Miss Sophia Franz, the eldest daughter of Archbishop Luther Franz, is willing to use her credit as a guarantee and ask us not to detain Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach in any form until we have the exact evidence."

"Just because of this?"

The young Inquisitor shrugged: "I thought the Inquisition was a semi-independent institution, not under the jurisdiction of the top leaders of the various parishes."

"Cole Dorian... If you really think that there is some kind of 'independence' in this world, it can only prove that you are indeed a man who is consistent with his appearance and never thinks above his neck."

Serra sighed and shook her head, her beautiful face hidden under her long hair showing a hint of mockery:

"Fortunately... our excellent second-rate judge is just complaining about overtime and can't go to the chess club for coffee before going home."

Facing the long-haired girl's cynicism, Cole Dorian rolled his eyes:

"Yes, I know that one-third of the operating funds of the Seeking Order come from Clovis Cathedral, just like I know that we can't afford to offend the high-ranking Archbishop Luther."

"And... Sierra, you're reading your mind again, I remember we had an agreement on this, right?!"

Facing the grief and indignation of the male colleague, the reserved long-haired girl raised her eyebrows and turned her head with a light snort.

Lawrence Bernat looked at his two subordinates without saying a word, and did not intervene in this small conflict, and instead asked Cole Dorian:

"what time is it now?"

"It's six thirty."

The young Inquisitor answered cheerfully, while not forgetting to say a little more: "If it wasn't for the fact that Anson Bach could not be arrested, I would be off work in forty minutes."

Lawrence nodded thoughtfully: "This way... you organize today's materials, and go back after finishing the finishing work."

"No problem, but... who's on duty tonight?"

"I."

Lawrence stood up, took out his three-cornered hat from under his coat, put it on, and patted Cole on the shoulder: "Help me make a pot of coffee in the duty room, and by the way, let the people in the housekeeping room prepare an extra standard meal."

"Oh, okay, I remember."

"Then I'll go out for a while, and come in for shift at seven o'clock."

Lawrence, who had been instructed, nodded, turned and walked towards the door.

"team leader."

The scarlet-eyed Sera suddenly stopped him.

"What else?"

"That little girl, she usually sells newspapers at the Crown Tavern before seven o'clock." Sera said softly:

"If not, then she should be in the back alley with the florist who loves Hudson Bakery's cherry cake best."

Lawrence's expression froze for a moment, then he smiled at Sera, turned and left the room.

Only Cole Dorian, who was standing beside him, looked bewildered, looked at the door and looked at Sierra:

"What little girl, what were you talking about with the captain just now?"

"A good thing that has absolutely nothing to do with a guy with a job and perks in his head."

Sera, who raised the corners of her mouth slightly, summed it up.

…………

When Anson finally came out of the Inquisition's interrogation room with a sigh of relief and found himself standing in a corridor in Clovis Cathedral, a certain "faithful" clerk, Alan Dawn, was already in the corridor. The end is waiting for him.

It is still a delicate and meticulous black formal suit, a white shirt with a stiff collar, shiny little leather shoes, adult-like hair, and a leather bag that always looks very heavy in his arms and contains countless documents.

"Blessed by the Ring of Order, Lord Anson Bach, you are finally out!"

The moment he saw Anson come out from behind the door, the secretary who had been standing like a puppet in the last second immediately trotted forward excitedly: "All the procedures have been completed, you can leave this ghost place now. ."

"Really! The officers of the dignified Church of Order were arrested as suspects of the Old God sect without any evidence. This kind of thing is almost unheard of; with the ring of order on top, I can't imagine how this will affect the What a blow to your career and prestige..."

Listening to the clerk's non-stop complaining as he walked, Anson walked out of the corridor with An Sen beside him, thinking about the gains and losses constantly in his mind.

The first to bear the brunt, of course, is the surveillance from the courthouse:

As the top law enforcement group of the Church of Order, according to the "regular script", he should have been locked in a dark cell by now, tossed to the death by various unheard of methods, until he spit out all the information he knew. - and definitely literally "spit it out".

Now I don't know why, this organization whose public opinion image has absolutely nothing to do with "harmony to make money" is so polite to itself.

After careful consideration, Anson believed that in addition to his realistic acting skills, it was probably the Franz family who put a lot of pressure on the trial court, so that they did not dare to act rashly.

This is of course just a trivial matter for Archbishop Luther, but Anson faintly felt as if he had discovered something—Luther Franz seemed to care more about the Kingdom of Clovis and Franz than some of the iron laws of the Church of Order. the interests of the family.

On the other hand, Anson is not completely without gain: According to the judge named Cole Dorian, Professor Mace Hornard has been collecting the big magic books scattered in the capital.

Although I don't understand why, it seems to explain that the black mages often appear as low-level officers to travel around the kingdom, and they will be equally attentive to a certain talker and the guards.

Anson speculated that it was likely that Draco Wilts had collected information, or that Miller Cortes' death involved a certain volume of the Great Magic Book.

Although this is just his guess, it does explain a lot of things: for example, Bloane will appear in the newspaper building because there are clues about the big magic book.

And the reason for choosing to leave after perceiving the big magic book was probably to discover that it was not the one he wanted, and guessed that it was a trap set by the trial.

In this way, many seemingly "coincidence" situations seem to make sense.

"... Of course, in addition to these unpleasant things, your loyal clerk has very good news to announce to you."

After complaining a lot, Allen suddenly raised his chest proudly and looked at Anson with a little pride: "Dear Mr. Anson Bach, I have successfully applied for the allowance for the rank of lieutenant colonel for you. "

"Then the first budget of the storm group has also been credited to the account, totaling 5,000 gold coins; 3,000 of which have been used to pay for material orders, the upfront deposit expenses for venue rental, and the remaining 2,000 gold coins are available for you to use at any time. ."

"In addition, as your loyal secretary, I have done a little overstepping behavior." Allen lowered his head and said respectfully:

"Considering the conflict between you and the army, if you normally place orders and recruit soldiers from the military factory, you will be 100% obstructed by them; even if everything goes well in the end, you will inevitably be extorted by the other party for a higher price. "

"So I figured out a way to go around in a circle, regardless of venue rental or weapon purchase, including recruited soldiers using other names; so although the anti-basic meets your predetermined standards, there will be a little bit of a difference."

Saying that, the little secretary raised his right hand with difficulty, gestured with his thumb and index finger at An Sen, and looked carefully at An Sen's expression: "Can you accept this result? Or..."

"It's okay, that's it." Anson waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

Seriously, after experiencing the Battle of Thundercastle, the friendly troops who were on the verge of collapse, the veterans who had no will to fight, the adjutants who ran away with all their brains, the recruits who would only send death, only deserve to hear the "bang bang gun", and the smoke did not explode. grenades, shoddy breech guns...

After going through all of this, and the miraculous capture of Fort Thunder in 19 days, the "well-equipped and well-trained" conscription army, no matter how difficult it is, it is not difficult in Anson's eyes.

"In this case, I will arrange all the preparatory work to be carried out as soon as possible. After four days, most of the work will be ready, and you can start to formally recruit officers."

Alan Dawn said cheerfully: "Then there is only one last item left on your itinerary today-someone made an appointment temporarily, hoping to see you."

"Who?"

"I am very sorry, but out of necessary courtesy, I cannot name this young lady."

The clerk politely shook his head, stood there and pointed to the room opposite: "She is waiting for you in the prayer room now."

Anson looked at the door, and then looked at Alan who stopped:

"Aren't you going in together?"

"No, I've confirmed, she just wants to see you."

"Just want to see me?"

"It can only be you."

"..." An Sen was stunned, and after a long silence he said:

"Are you sure this isn't a trap?"

"Absolutely not." Allen, who was carrying the leather bag, said "Bang!" and patted his thin chest with his right hand:

"I pledge my loyalty to you, this is definitely not a trap."

Thanks, but I don't quite trust your loyalty...

Complaining in his heart, An Sen stepped forward on the cold floor under his feet, took a deep breath, and opened the door cautiously; in the empty prayer room, a pair of big eyes suddenly looked at himself.

Anson froze in surprise.

"Lisa?!"

"Anson!"

Staring at her big red eyes, the little girl whose tears burst like a flood rushed up at the speed of an afterimage; An Sen, who didn't react all of a sudden, only felt a tightness in his chest, and the whole person seemed to be hit by a twelve-pound solid bullet. "Boom!" The sound slammed into the door behind him.

"What's the matter, why are you here?"

Holding the little girl in his arms, An Sen, who had no time to call out the pain, grinned and asked:

"Who brought you here?"

Lisa didn't answer his question, she sniffled and raised her head, crying with tears and snot on her face:

"Is Anson really going to drive Lisa away?"

Um?

An Sen, who was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "We haven't discussed this issue before..."

"Lisa doesn't want to be driven away by Anson!" Before he could finish speaking, Lisa, who was crying and sobbing, reacted more intensely, sticking to Anson's body:

"Please, don't drive Lisa away, okay! Lisa doesn't want to sleep outside like she used to, or look for something to eat, or be taken away by beasts and driven away!"

"Anson can do anything Lisa wants, Lisa is willing to be the captain of the skirmishers for Anson, willing to go to school, willing to be a good girl~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Willing to do everything Anson wants, as long as you don't chase Lisa Just go, okay! Okay?!"

Holding Lisa who was crying non-stop, Anson didn't know what to say and could only comfort him, patting the little girl's head over and over again.

After a while, Lisa, who was almost tired from crying, finally stopped shaking a little and gradually regained her composure.

"Goo."

Hearing the familiar voice in his ear, An Sen, who was relieved, slightly raised the corners of his mouth:

"Are you hungry?"

"Um."

The little girl nodded slightly, and the hand holding his clothes showed no sign of letting go.

"What to eat?"

Lisa hesitated for a while, as if struggling with "being a good girl" and her own **:

"……cake."