I Will Be The Crowned King

The outer city of Clovis, the slums of the West End.

"boom!"

With a loud noise like a cannonball, the overwhelmed wooden door was smashed with one kick; more than a dozen figures in leather trench coats and fully armed appeared outside this shack, which was less than ten square meters.

The leader is Cole Dorian, the chief judge of the Seeking Order, and the descendant of the famous church judge "Dorian the Executioner".

At this moment, as if facing the enemy, he had a flint-haired axe in one hand and a "dagger" revolver in the other. He stood in front of the many judges with a tense expression. With heavy steps, he stepped into the dark shack alone.

Puff puff.

The delicate leather boots left clearly visible footprints on the dusty wooden floor. The Chief Inquisitor gasped silently, squinting his eyes slightly, allowing himself to quickly adapt to the surrounding darkness, looking around quickly, the cold muzzle waiting for an opportunity move, and then...

Nothing.

Ugh?

The Chief Inquisitor was stunned.

"I told you before I came in."

A lazy voice sounded behind him: "The target is not here at all... Didn't the surrounding residents also tell you that he hasn't been seen for several days."

"But, isn't it the opposite in general?!"

Cole Dorian turned his head sharply and looked at Judge Sierra Virgil with aggrieved expression: "It's dark under the lights...the blind spot...the most dangerous place is the safest place..."

Serra looked up and interrupted Cole who was about to continue: "Wait, I think you seem to have confused a concept."

"what?"

"The so-called dark under the lights, or the blind spot... The premise should be that the other party decides that we will never search this place, right?" Saier said calmly:

"How many times have we searched this place?"

Cole Dorian thought for a few seconds, then raised his head in a daze: "For the first time, what do you want to explain?"

The female judge didn't answer his question, she turned her head and glanced at the other judges, walked into the shanty, and began to rummage in the narrow space of a bed, a cabinet and a desk. .

"Wait, you haven't answered my question, why can't you be surprised the first time? Maybe he's a very confident guy, or maybe the truth-seeking cultivator is a smart person, and will never search for him. The stronghold on the face, but... Hey, Sierra, Sierra..."

"found it."

The female inquisitor didn't turn her head back, and pulled out a neatly handwritten notebook from the cabinet: "Saint Isaac and the Origin of Rune Literature, this is it."

After she finished speaking, she took the clues she had just obtained and walked towards the door; the figures gathered outside the door dispersed one after another and gave way.

"Wait a moment!"

Cole Dorian, who was still confused, hurriedly called out to the other party: "This is the end?!"

"Yes."

The female judge who stopped in her tracks turned her head with a look of course: "The target is not here, and we have already found the only clue...why continue?"

This very reasonable explanation made the judges look back one after another, silently staring at the chief judge standing in the shadows, with anxious expressions resembling migrant workers who were in a hurry to get off work and go to a coffee shop.

But Kerr didn't think it made sense. On the contrary, he was extremely puzzling: "Let me confirm first, are we talking about the same goal?"

"Yeah, former senior lecturer at St. Isaac's College, associate professor, second-level wanted criminal in the courthouse, William Gottfried." Sierra nodded:

"Unusually talented and promising, but he was expelled from the academy for slandering St. Isaac, and was discovered by an associate professor of the same department to study the connection between runes and the old gods, trying to create magic with a combination of runes, and is currently at large - so what? ?"

"So?!" Cole Dorian's expression became more incomprehensible:

"No, I think you should know better than me how dangerous this guy is. Once his experiment is really successful, then..."

"The use of magic no longer requires a high price, and it is no longer necessary to become a 'spellcaster'. A few gems can be engraved with the runes arranged by St. Isaac. The cost is greatly reduced, and the promotion speed will be beyond imagination."

Black Mage Sera Virgil knocked on the confinement ring on her neck and said coldly to Cole, "Yes, I know very well."

"But now, apart from this notebook, we don't have any useful clues at all; of course, if you are going to carry out the investigation task alone, my esteemed Chief Inquisitor, we will not object."

"I……"

Cole Dorian rolled his eyes and was choked by the female judge for a long time before returning to normal. He said with a grumpy expression, "So what are you going to do now?"

"Let this notebook be checked by the professional handwriting experts in the courthouse to see if they can find useful clues; all the judges will be scattered and squatted to monitor and investigate the activities of the target in the past month, and the rest will go to various places in Clovis City. A transportation hub to prevent the target from fleeing in advance."

After a slight pause, Sera looked back at the judges in front of her: "Is there anything I don't understand, or need to add?"

No one spoke, and their expressions were surprisingly consistent.

"Then let's act." The female judge said lightly:

"This operation is very critical - the target person has cooperated with the trial and has a strong anti-detection ability. Once he escapes from Clovis City, the probability of re-arrest is very low."

"Yes!"

Everyone shouted in unison, tacitly acting separately according to their respective tasks.

Soon, only Cole Dorian and the female Inquisitor were left outside the shack.

Cole looked at the empty shack, then looked at the notebooks in Sierra and her hands, and spread their hands: "What about me, what do you want me to do?"

"You..." The female judge held her chin on her notebook and deliberately dragged a long ending: "You can continue to search to see if there are other more important clues."

"Alternatively, you can accompany me to identify the contents of the notes and have a late lunch at Red Brick Street."

The Chief Inquisitor hesitated for a few seconds, and then decisively chose the latter.

"It always feels like you're more and more like the chief judge giving orders..." Cole couldn't help muttering while following the female judge.

"No, you are the chief judge of the Truth-seeking Order." Sera corrected: "That's why when you return to Red Brick Street, you will be invited for lunch."

"Just because of this?"

"Just because of this." The female judge glanced at him:

"As the Chief Inquisitor, is it too much to treat your notebook and rune appraiser with a lunch?"

"Or, do you know other experts in this field?"

The Chief Inquisitor, who was blocked so much that he couldn't say a word, felt distressed about his wallet, and followed closely behind Serra Virgil, walking towards the cathedral.

………………

Inner City, Franz Mansion.

"boom!"

In the warm living room, Angelica, the little maid curled up in the corner, pursed her lips tightly, watching with a distressed look on the gold-painted enamel vase that Sophia's hands were brutally smashed to pieces on the hard fireplace.

"It really makes no sense!"

Staring at the fragments of the vase on the ground, Sophia blushed with embarrassment: "He, he dares to threaten me? Threat me!"

"Liar! Scum! Scum! Shameless!"

"Who gave him such courage to threaten me, Sophia Franz, and the governor of the colony appointed by King Clovis?!"

"You **** bastard, this is the last time you can be so arrogant and arrogant, I swear... I swear I will make you look good, so that you regret being so arrogant and dare to hit me on the head!"

"The ring of order is on, this hatred is written down!"

"William Gottfried, you will regret it! I swear, you will kneel in front of me and repent to me with tears, how much you regret your vicious actions!"

... The hysterical shouting continued for more than an hour, until the girl was sweating and lying on the sofa panting, unable to utter a single word, and finally she regained her composure.

Seeing that the mischievous master would no longer have the possibility of accidental injury, the little maid finally came out of the corner with confidence and boldness, brought the iced juice and dessert platter that had been prepared earlier, and sent it to her tremblingly:

"How is it, do you feel better?"

"Humph~"

Sophia, whose voice was hoarse, was clearly exhausted, but she still showed her attitude with her eyes—deeply contempt for a "genius scholar".

The sweet and cool juice flowed down her throat, somewhat calming her down.

"Half an hour ago, Your Excellency Erich sent a messenger to the mansion, and the steam train full of 'goods' has already departed successfully - the Luxurious, going straight to North Port, without stopping at any platform on the way."

The little maid with her hands behind her back took the opportunity to send the latest good news: "Your Excellency Erich is also ready to leave, ready to arrive at the North Port before the train, ready to transfer the warehouses and merchant ships, and strive to transfer your factory before the end of the year. Ship to Beluga Harbor."

"There is also a despicable and shameless villain." Sophia's eyes were gloomy.

"Okay, stop being angry with that person, my dear Miss Sophia." The little maid's eyes "huhu" blinked, and the corners of her slightly pouted mouth showed a helpless smile:

"Anyway, your plan has been successful, and he also went to the New World Colony. If nothing else happens, you may never meet him again in your life. Why should you be so sullen -- how bad is your health?"

"With his physical condition, even if you want to take revenge, and you don't mention whether you will contract some strange plague after the colony, you may not be able to endure life at sea soon after boarding the ship, and maybe he will die of illness, what do you think? ?"

"...Well, there is indeed such a possibility." The sullen Sophia pondered for a moment and said softly.

Although it is clear that this is the little maid's words to comfort him, but when I think of that guy's sickness and the appearance of trying to open the door with all his strength, he died directly at sea when he was not acclimatized... It doesn't seem to be a particularly strange thing.

"But even so, I still hope to get revenge on him... At least let him feel the same pain as me, and have a good understanding of what it's like to be threatened."

Sophia said bitterly, gnashing her teeth as if if the **** was right in front of her, she would hide him without hesitation so that he would not be discovered by the trial—then make a specimen, and finally fill it with lead! Pour copper! Gold plated!

Seeing the eldest lady who still hasn't come out of the shadows, the little maid Angelica is really getting more and more tired; in her memory, similar useless efforts have happened countless times, and it seems that no time has finally succeeded.

This time... it shouldn't be any different.

"Since you must punish the bad guy who threatened you, why don't you turn to Brigadier General Anson Bach?"

The little maid suddenly had an idea and suggested to the depressed girl: "The destination for his escape is the colony, and the ship from the North Port to the colony will definitely stop at the Beluga Port or a nearby port."

"As long as you find a way to get Brigadier General Anson Bach to receive the news in advance and arrange ambush in all possible ports, you can..."

"Is it possible to let him know that I was threatened, and to agree to all the demands of the blackmailer without shame?!"

Sophia snapped back to her senses, nervous like a frightened hare: "Such a shameful thing is known to him clearly, and then secretly laughed at - are you still my friend?!"

"No no no, that's not what Angelica meant! Angelica means... say... Angelica means... not... umm!"

Seeing Sophia with a suspicious face~www.readwn.com~ the anxious and aggrieved little maid was about to cry.

"Wait, this might be the solution!"

Perhaps it was the effect of the blessing of anger, and Sophia suddenly thought of something: "Yes, since he will definitely appear in Beluga Port, and if he arrives at the same time as the military factory... I don't need to tell that **** the truth!"

"I just have to tell him that William Gottfried is my high-paying military specialist, and that **** will surely accept it and treat this guy as a guest-because he's in desperate need of this guy. talent.”

"Then... and it won't take long for him to be completely annoyed by this bastard's temper, and finally, after draining all his use value, he will kill him, completely out of sight and out of mind!"

"And I can still pretend to be ignorant and ask him about Wilhelm Gottfried... An impulsive Anson Bach must be deeply remorseful and guilty for his actions - and finally, I will Accept his sincere apologies, tell him that the **** is a wanted man, and forgive him."

"Paying the life of a scum like this can not only successfully avenge his previous despicable behavior, but also take the opportunity to strengthen Ansen Bach's loyalty to me. It's a beautiful thing that kills two birds with one stone!"

Thinking of this, Sophia looked at the little maid excitedly: "What do you think, Angelica, isn't this idea perfect?!"

"Uh……"

Facing the girl's intense and dazzling gaze, the little maid who couldn't help taking a deep breath trembled, trying her best to squeeze a smile on her stiff cheeks:

"Maybe?"