I Will Be The Crowned King

Inner city, Friedrichstraße, Truth Club.

"How did you come?"

Looking at Anson who suddenly knocked on the door and returned his clothes, Inquisitor Cole Dorian subconsciously looked up at the clock:

"This, it's only nine o'clock, is the commander of the Church of Order security army so leisurely?"

"Is Captain Lawrence here?"

The nervous Anson didn't say hello, he pulled out the chair and sat down opposite Cole, panting, grabbing the other party's coffee and taking a sip.

"He went out with Sierra, and it's my turn to be on duty today." Cole was stunned for a moment:

"Do you have anything to do with him?"

"Yes... er... not."

After drinking a whole cup of black coffee, An Sen calmed down, put down the cup and put it in front of the second-class judge:

"I'm running out of time, so I'll make a long story short - I just got back from Simon Street Church, and I was worried that no one would see so I didn't make a carriage in the first half; I was there for an Old Gods gang meeting and then Three things happened there."

"Oh, what three things?" Cole, who was shining brightly, asked with great interest.

Anson didn't say directly: "Time is precious now, so you promise me first, no matter what I say, don't be surprised - understand?"

"No problem, don't worry."

Cole, with a nonchalant face, smiled and waved his hand: "I am a religious inquisitor. I have received professional training and will not be surprised by anything."

"Okay, first thing." Anson raised his right index finger:

"I killed a guy named 'Hydra'."

"Hydra? That... more than twenty meters tall...monster?"

"He's not a monster, he's a gang leader who smuggles opium tincture and tobacco in the outer city."

"Oh, I remember!" Cole's eyes widened:

"His name is on the church's wanted list. If I remember correctly, he... ah, sorry, you go on, go on."

Cole, who was just about to continue the chat, noticed Anson's darkened complexion, and immediately smiled apologetically.

With an ugly expression, Anson raised the **** of his right hand:

"The second thing, I'm a 'hydra' now."

"What?!" Cole was shocked:

"You... do you mean... you... you have..."

"I mean I killed him, and now I'm the boss of the 'Hydra' gang." The impatient Anson said angrily:

"what are you thinking?!"

"I……"

Cole swallowed and gave Anson an awkward smile:

"Do you really want to hear it?"

"……In no mood."

Anson, who rolled his eyes, raised his ring finger:

"The third thing, in addition to the 'hydra', a total of five old gods gangsters planned to attack a Leiden military factory tonight and **** all the weapons in the factory."

"According to one of the guys named 'Rifle', there are at least a few thousand flintlock rifles and matching ammunition; to put it more bluntly, it can arm about five or six infantry regiments."

"How many thousand rifles?" Cole didn't hide his surprise at all:

"What do they want to do?"

"They want to overthrow..."

The alert Anson hesitated, he remembered his expression when he heard this answer.

In order to avoid Cole being too surprised and wasting time, Anson decided to put it another way: "They plan to gather tens of thousands of rioters to create an unprecedented riot in Clovis City."

"What, you mean they plan to overthrow the Austeria dynasty?!"

"...You're so smart to find this out."

The stunned Cole Dorian made Anson speechless for a few seconds, and finally nodded:

"That's right, but that's not the point of the matter. The point is that we already know what they're going to do tonight, and I've already guessed which factory they're going to do, so we can ambush in advance and wipe out this group of people!"

"Not only that... These old **** gangsters are also hired, and I guess the people who hire them and the supporters of the Black Mage should be the same group of people, and they may even have something to do with the guards."

"So as long as we catch these guys, we can get information on the supporters of the Black Mage who have colluded with them, and there is sufficient evidence to arrest Mace Hornard?!"

Cole Dorian blurted out, with a completely surprised expression on his face.

"That's it." Anson nodded quickly:

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I've sent my clerk, Alan Dawn, to inform the Storm Corps that they will be in ambush on the street two blocks away from the factory, and as soon as they start moving , there is absolutely no way to escape from that military factory!"

"Not only that, but I have already told Archbishop Luther Franz about it, and he said that he will find a way to solve the Leiden Arms Factory; then we can open fire and even blow up the factory! "

"Sounds like a perfect plan."

Cole Dorian nodded excitedly, but he soon realized a problem:

"Since you have already made arrangements, why are you wasting your time looking for me?"

When the words fell, he saw an apologetic smile on An Sen's face.

………………

Outer city, Ximen Street, Crown Tavern.

In the tavern alley where the cold wind was blowing, Cole Dorian, who was standing by the inner wall of the alley, looked at an alcoholic who was vomiting beside him, and kept twitching the corners of his mouth.

He now finally knows why.

There are more than a dozen dilapidated carriages of various styles hidden in the narrow long alley, and a group of alcoholic fish tramps in different clothes, holding various shabby or messy homemade firearms hanging around their shoulders and waists, looking at each other vigilantly. , filling the alleys to the brim.

"Is this guy here with you?"

The smiling "Cigar" stepped forward, patted Anson's shoulder with great enthusiasm, pointed at Cole Dorian who was standing behind him, and said, "Just bring him, it seems that you trust this guy very much. , 'Hydra' my good brother!"

"A partner you can absolutely trust on the battlefield is far more important than an army of 10,000 people." The expressionless Anson smiled lightly:

"Cole is a brother who used to go to war with me, and I still trust him more than the guys who just swore allegiance to me because I killed the Hydra."

While talking, Anson turned his head and looked at Cole Dorian behind him sincerely.

The second-class judge's face was embarrassed yet cordial, with a little bit of an "evil" smile on his face.

At this moment he changed into a ragged coat, trousers and a scarf (the old Wall Street beggar suit), half of his head was bald (a wig, from the old Alfred Tailors), a blindfold on his right eye, and a crooked nose. Her face was haggard, and her mouth was full of yellow teeth (Old Alfred Makeup)…

All in all, it is the kind of veteran who has stories written all over his face, and who knows that he has definitely experienced countless wars at a glance - otherwise, it would not have been so miserable.

The reason why he was dressed like this was mainly just in case... Although the religious inquisition belongs to a semi-secret unit, it is hard to say that he will not be recognized by a certain gangster spellcaster, so I can only try to make him as much as possible, Appears to be more "characteristic".

The so-called more conspicuous, the less easy it is to attract the attention of others... This is the principle.

However, in the eyes of a "victim" second-class judge, this is purely Anson Bach who is jealous of his handsome face, plus avenging his personal revenge for what he had interrogated.

"Cole is an excellent skirmisher, proficient in hand-to-hand combat and stealth, and used to be a good sniper."

As Anson introduced, he reminded the second-class judge behind him of his "personality".

"Once?" the confused "Cigar" asked.

"That's right, once."

Anson nodded, raised his finger to the right eye with the blindfold on Cole's face.

"Cigar" suddenly realized.

Cole laughed harder.

The joyful "Cigar" didn't pay much attention to this. Just when he was about to continue talking to Anson, "Rifle" in a black soft hat suddenly stepped forward.

"Cigar, and... Hydra, please come over here, there's something... small."

He deliberately lowered his voice, and his expression under the brim was very solemn.

"OK!"

"Cigar" nodded first, then grabbed Anson's shoulder suddenly, and whispered with a smile on his face: "After a while, you and me will ride in a carriage, there is something I want to talk to you about... That's all. deal!"

Without waiting for Anson's reply, he tapped him on the shoulder with a "Clap!", turned around happily and followed "Rifle" away.

With a startled expression, An Sen turned his head and exchanged a tacit glance with the second-rank judge, then followed the footsteps of the two in front of him and walked towards a corner of the alley.

The "Old Pocket Watch", dressed like the old union janitor, leaned against the back of the carriage and smiled slightly when he saw the three coming.

"Several, we have a little trouble here."

"Old Pocket Watch" said softly, "Whisper... He's gone."

What?

Anson's face showed a stunned expression, and a hint of vigilance rose in his heart.

"I'm gone, what's missing?"

"Cigar", who showed a surprised expression almost at the same time, immediately asked impatiently:

"Dead? Missing? Or..."

"It's hard to judge now." The ugly looking "Rifle" added:

"My people have gone to Whisper's site to find it, and the entire gang station is empty, like it's evaporated!"

"I just asked the owner of the Crown Tavern. He said that he had seen a whisper last night. He drank here until the day, and disappeared when the first group of guests came in the morning."

"He should be waiting for someone, or waiting for a trade partner."

This spellcaster called "Whisper" is the gang leader of the largest slum in the outer city, and the person who knows the outer city best. He often does some business of theft, human trafficking or information peddling... An Sen's mind came to the man at the dining table. The figure of the guy who was trembling but was actually vigilant.

"Old Pocket Watch" continued: "Rifle and I are both worried, whether Whisper will reveal our actions tonight to someone who is willing to buy this news for money."

"Or he was the nails and eyeliner of the guards in the outer city from the beginning." The gloomy "Rifle" gritted his teeth and said:

"If this is the case, then there are not only thousands of rifles waiting for us in the military factory, but also the people holding these rifles!"

Anson's brows jumped down involuntarily.

"Of course, it's also possible that he just doesn't want to participate - we should try not to doubt our friends until actual evidence emerges."

Patting "Rifle" on the shoulder, "Old Pocket Watch" said in a very calm tone: "But now we have to make a choice, and that is what to do with tonight's action?"

"If we give up, according to our good brother Hydra..." He turned his attention to Anson:

"The thugs we recruited can't even enter the inner city, and they will be killed by the guards; those stingy nobles won't give us a single copper, so the business is a loss. "

"But if we go, we'll be ambushed by some traitor if we don't make trouble."

"Rifle", who snorted coldly, also turned his head to look at An Sen: "After all, no one can say for sure about this kind of thing. Even if you can make money, you have to spend your life."

"So we have a little disagreement, and we need a fair vote." The slightly smiling "Old Pocket Watch" spread his hands:

"After all, this is a big business that belongs to all of us. To do it or not to do it, of course, we all need to vote to decide."

After speaking, he and "Rifle" stopped talking and looked at Anson and "Cigar" silently.

"I abstain!"

Almost without even thinking about it, the indifferent "Cigar" immediately raised his hands: "To put it bluntly, I do really care about my own life, but I also really want that large sum of money, I wish it all in my dreams. I can be as rich as the Franz family!"

"So if I do, I'll probably be nervous and want to die, and if I don't do it, I'll want to die... so I'll just abstain!"

"No problem, this is also your right."

Nodding lightly, the smiling "Old Pocket Watch" turned his gaze to Anson: "My dear brother Hydra, the decision is now in your hands."

"Are you doing...or not?"

Feeling the gazes from the three of them at the same time~www.wuxiaspot.com~, An Sen frowned slightly.

Thirty minutes later, sitting in the carriage of the carriage, he looked at "Cigar" with a happy face on the opposite side, and Cole Dorian who kept an awkward smile beside him, a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

"It's really surprising!"

Almost as soon as the grinning "Cigar" got into the carriage, he couldn't wait to open his mouth and said, "Dear Brother Hydra, I thought you would definitely choose to give up!"

"I used to be a soldier, and I have experienced this kind of uncertain risk many times."

An Sen, who pretended to be indifferent, said lightly, he suddenly wanted to ride in a car with "Rifle" - although the guy looked dangerous, at least he didn't talk like this:

"Didn't you have something to tell me before, you can say it now."

"Yes, I almost forgot!"

The awakened "Cigar" slapped his head sharply, then leaned over and rubbed his hands to please Anson and Cole:

"It's very simple."

"My good brother Hydra, are you interested in joining me... Let's work together to find a way to kill the two old **** 'Rifle' and 'Old Pocket Watch'!"

"Then the two of us will take this business alone?"

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