I Will Be The Crowned King

Although Anson "tried his best" to stay and said that this was an apology for the previous incident at St. Isaac's College, Sophia Franz left without looking back, leaving only the little maid Angelica who kept apologizing , trotting hurriedly followed Sophia's footsteps.

Obviously, after such an interview that was "very different" from her imagination, no matter how delicious the coffee was, she probably tasted the same.

Watching the girl's somewhat lost back, An Sen involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth.

"It seems that Lord Anson Bach has won a big victory today."

The little secretary standing by the side immediately took the opportunity to praise: "With today's lesson, Miss Sophia will not dare to easily interfere with the personnel changes of the Storm Corps in the future."

"Victory? Lesson?" Anson raised his eyebrows: "What are you talking about?"

"I say your wrists are very ingenious."

Allen nodded slightly, and there was a taste of flattery in his calm tone:

"Lower your body, pretend to be unaware of Sophia's arrival, and stay calm in the face of emergencies, so that Miss Sophia has no room to intervene and can't raise any objections."

"Although you treat a noble lady like this, and secretly laugh at a little less gentleman behind her back; but if you take into account the impact of the Old Wall Street incident, no matter how strict people are, they will not object to your approach. ."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Anson shook his head:

"And... did I laugh?"

"You've been laughing and never stopped." The little secretary nodded affirmatively, raised his right hand, and rubbed the corner of his mouth with his index finger and thumb, indicating the size of the arc:

"Probably so... er, a little bit."

After sending off the uninvited Miss Sophia Franz, Anson and the little clerk talked for a while, and explained the reconstruction work of the Storm Corps station.

Although Anson himself hoped that the storm group would be like her name, always on the verge of "fire not fire"; but such an approach is obviously impossible to satisfy his largest shareholder and Party A; it took a lot of effort to The Church of Order, which has obtained the establishment of the security army, needs to make this army feel a little bit of presence in the turbulent capital.

To this end, the entire abandoned factory as a resident must be renovated - the dormitories for soldiers and officers, the public canteen, the playground, the stables, the artillery shooting range, the ammunition depot, the emergency passage... It is said that a certain lady also plans to renovate the building opposite the abandoned factory. And under the plate, as the administrative office of the storm regiment.

All in all, after seeing the real scale of the entire plan, Anson is very sure that the storm regiment in his hands is just the beginning at most. Archbishop Luther’s real plan is probably to build a legion-level security army of ten thousand people!

But he didn't need to worry about these things, or it had little to do with him from the beginning. The person in charge of the entire construction project is his loyal secretary Alan Dawn, plus one hundred and fifty-two "administrators" sent by the Church of Order; Anson, as the military chief, only needs to choose among the projects they provide. Just hit the hook.

Throwing the busy little clerk in the paint-smelling commander room, Anson, who was riding in a carriage sent by the church, continued on to his next destination.

The southern section of Frederick Street, the headquarters of the Clovis Kingdom Inquisition.

"Seriously...club?"

Looking at the beautiful white three-story building in front of him, the signboard in cursive letters on the door, the cafes and tailor shops on both sides, and the lively Frederick Street behind him, Anson, who was stunned, suddenly felt an unparalleled feeling in his heart. absurdity.

The law enforcement group of the Church of Order, the mortal enemy of the Old Gods, the base camp of the executioners of heretics and apostates... Built in the downtown area?

Shouldn't this kind of place be in a city sewers, a deserted village castle, or the secret basement of Clovis Cathedral, the kind of place where there is no sunlight all year round, and living in a cold and humid place for a year will definitely lead to rheumatism?

With the urge to complain, An Sen stepped out of the carriage and stretched out his right hand; before he could knock on the door, a very familiar figure appeared behind the door and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Good afternoon, Anson Ba... Ah, now it's time to change your name to Lord Captain!"

The young Inquisitor who pushed open the door smiled cheerfully, and stretched out his right hand to Anson, as if the two had been friends for many years: "Cole Dorian, do you remember me?"

"of course I remember."

An Sen chuckled softly, showing a slightly frightened look with great cooperation: "This is the first time I was taken away by the Tribunal as a suspect of the Old God faction. It's not easy to forget it so quickly."

"Ahahaha...you are so funny."

Holding Anson's right hand tightly, the young judge welcomed Anson into the club's living room, and did not forget to close the door.

The living room is not spacious, with a bar counter and a winding staircase next to it occupying one-third of the space; the locked curtains and the dim gas lamps create a faint warmth, and the built-in bookcases in the walls on both sides are decorated with hardcover Books and brand new newspapers, the smell of coffee and fine tobacco fills the air.

"To be honest, it's a little bit unexpected for you to come so soon."

While welcoming Anson to the bar and sitting down, Cole brought two cups of steaming coffee and enthusiastically handed one to him:

"Usually in a situation like yours, unless you are forced to help, you will never take the initiative to deal with us... Out of ten times, almost eight times you will pretend to 'forget' there is such a thing."

"Does that work?" Anson, who took the coffee, asked casually.

"Of course it doesn't work."

Cole chuckled and took a sip of his coffee: "But people - I mean the vast majority - like to do useless work to deceive themselves; wealthy businessmen who evade taxes like to donate money, and nobles who do whatever they want like to do justice... Although it's all useless work, as long as you stick to it If they lie to themselves, they will feel comfortable, maybe even proud."

Well said, it is the kind of nonsense that makes sense and is not nutritious at first listen... Anson catered to and smiled:

"I have a question…"

"Why is the headquarters of the dignified Inquisition actually built in a busy downtown, not in the secret basement of Clovis Cathedral, right?"

Before An Sen could finish speaking, the young Inquisitor took over and looked at An Sen with a playful expression.

"Uh... how did you know that?"

"It's very simple. Although I can't read minds, you are not the first person to ask this question." Cole shrugged, and the corners of his raised mouth slowly rose:

"Well... although I can tell you countless standard legend openings, the truth is actually very simple - because we have enough money to rent buildings in Frederick Street."

"In addition, our Prayer for Truth, or in other words, all the branches of the Inquisition, deal with an average of more than 50 heretical incidents every year, and the frequency is almost once a week; for us, this is not only a base camp, but also a sanatorium, a A place where we can relax and forget about work.”

Looking at An Sen with a clear expression, the young Inquisitor suddenly smiled slyly:

"Also, we do have a secret basement headquarters in Clovis Cathedral."

"..." Anson Bach.

"Okay, that's it for the chat."

Putting down the coffee cup in his hand, Cole Dorian took a deep breath and looked at him with a solemn expression:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, according to our agreement, in the next few months, your daily behavior will be monitored by the Truth Seekers, so as to rule out the suspicion of your collusion with the Old God Sect - especially the Black Mage."

"In return, we will open the weapons workshop and library of the Truth-seeking Order to you; we will talk about the weapons workshop later, and for the library, you can choose to ask us for advice on the power of blood, or... become a The name has a certain degree of freedom, but it needs to be a spellcaster under the watch of the trial."

"So...what are your options?"

"The power of blood."

Anson said without hesitation.

First of all, Spell Magic has the resources provided by the Black Mage, and there is no need for additional resources; in addition, considering that he is also related to the Church and the Old God Sect, once the balance between the two cannot be grasped, it is easy to be misunderstood into two. Five boys.

In contrast, the power of blood is more practical, and there is no need to worry about issues such as revealing identity; besides, in the Clovis Kingdom, where the proportion of talents is far lower than that of the empire, it is difficult for Ansen, who came from a small family, to obtain the power of blood. education.

The room that smelled of coffee suddenly became quiet.

Cole Dorian was expressionless, staring at Anson motionlessly, swallowing his throat.

"you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure." Anson nodded:

"Is there a problem?"

"Problem? No no no... No problem." Cole, who smiled, waved his hands again and again, pursed his lips and hesitated:

"I just want to know... You really don't think about it anymore? Like you-I mean special people who have been in contact with the old gods, aren't they all curious about magic?"

Anson frowned slightly:

"You...would you like me to be a spellcaster?"

Cole's expression froze: "You see it?"

"Obviously." Anson nodded.

"How obvious?"

"…very obvious."

"…"

The silent Inquisitor took a sip of his coffee, covering up the moment of embarrassment.

"Uh... I do have thoughts on this, for some reason." He put down the coffee cup and sighed lightly:

"But if you have made up your mind, I will definitely help as much as possible. After all, this is your choice after all - well, tell me now, has the power of your bloodline awakened, and what is the ability?"

Facing Cole's question, Anson nodded first, then shook his head.

"Awakened but don't know my abilities? Haha... It's really characteristic of the Clovis Kingdom." Cole smiled:

"Although I don't know why, it seems that the Kingdom of Clovis does not pay much attention to cultivating talents among officers, but prefers to devote resources to tactical training."

"But it doesn't matter. The Kingdom of Clovis has only been around for a few hundred years. Most of the talents are inherited from the bloodline of the 'Holy Grail Knight' inherited from the Roland family by the Austerian royal family. If nothing else, you It should be."

Speaking of which, Cole also slightly restrained his frivolous expression and gradually became serious:

"I won't talk about the extra like the inheritance of the seven major bloodlines, and the differences between various bloodlines. You can check it out in the library later. At the same time, I will share with you a little bit of the talent of the Holy Grail bloodline. The characteristics of this bloodline power.”

"First of all, you should know that each ability of the seven bloodline powers is fixed, but it will change due to the different understanding of each talent, and occasionally a new 'bloodline' will be born."

"The most famous of these are the 'Dragon Knight' bloodline of the Herid family and the 'Wild Hunter Knight' bloodline of the Wharton family. The power of the two bloodlines is no less than dozens of branch bloodlines, and they are completely different types of power. Hundreds more."

"But among the seven bloodlines, the 'Holy Grail Knight' is a special case."

"special case?"

An Sen raised his eyebrows alertly: "What do you mean?"

"It means that in the Church of Order's records of the 'Holy Grail Knight' talents, there has not been any duplication of the abilities of any two talents." Cole explained:

"Besides, the abilities of these talents have never changed in their entire lives."

"To give a simple example, I joined the church at the age of twelve, and at the age of fifteen, I awakened to the power of my bloodline - without being injured, my strength, senses, and reflexes... all body functions are twice that of ordinary people. Above, the lethal dose of opiate cream will at most give me a cough."

Oh? Anson was slightly surprised.

"Very strong ability, right?" Cole gave Anson a deep look: "I guess it has something to do with my subconscious thinking that 'Holy Grail Knight will not be hurt'."

"I acquired this power when I was fifteen years old, and I am twenty-five years old this year; for ten years, my ability has neither mutated nor changed at all; compared with the power of the other six bloodlines, the Holy Grail Knight bloodline There is no possibility of mutation, and it is qualitative from the moment of birth."

"But... we have something that the other six major bloodlines don't have." Cole snapped his fingers with a "crack!"

"That's life force!"

Um?

Anson was stunned for a while, looking at Cole's mysterious expression, he asked tentatively:

"You mean...the talents who have awakened the bloodline of the Holy Grail Knight are...hard?"

"It can be said that - although there is no direct evidence, it is indeed more difficult to kill the talents of the Holy Grail Knight blood." The young Inquisitor nodded:

"In addition, the tenacious vitality also means that our physical quality must surpass other talents and can withstand more intense training."

"You know, the power of blood is like a part of the body to the talented person. Using the power of blood is no different from hearing with the ears and seeing with the eyes. Only high-intensity targeted training can make it more sensitive. Stronger, stronger."

"From this point of view, I think the bloodline of the 'Holy Grail Knight' is enough to be called the strongest bloodline power!"