I Will Be The Crowned King

long silence.

Staring blankly at the calm Anson Bach, the lost-eyed girl kept carrying the tray towards him, almost spilling the hot coffee directly on his face.

Thirty minutes... Just thirty minutes ago, the guy in front of him had sworn to tell himself that he had nothing to do with the old gods, he was just bewitched and told himself that he was innocent...

The most important thing is that I still believe it, believe a liar who pretended to be Draco Wilters only a few minutes ago? !

I actually believed this liar's nonsense!

The old man behind the desk held the coffee in his hand and gently put in a small cube of sugar, his incomparably deep eyes silently looked at An Sen's.

This strange silence lasted for nearly a minute. An Sen, who was sitting in the back chair, never changed his face, and his eyes and expressions showed incomparable sincerity.

"you sure?"

The old man picked up his coffee and took a sip. There was no emotion in his hoarse voice: "The answer you gave is completely inconsistent with what I just learned."

"That's because I lied." Anson looked at each other very calmly:

"But most of the content is true, and only a very small part conceals the truth, so it can only be considered that I did not fully tell the truth."

"Why?" The old man continued to ask without saying anything.

"Self-preservation of course - as a follower of the Ring of Order, I am well aware of how dangerous it is to reveal the identity of the Old Gods."

"But you told me about this now, isn't it dangerous?" The old man put down the cup, glanced at the girl who was still in shock, and added a lump of sugar to the coffee:

"You only need to bite to death. Without sufficient evidence, the church can't do anything with an officer... Why should you admit it?"

"Because I know who the person sitting in front of me is."

Taking a deep breath, An Sen stood up and saluted the old man in front of him again:

"Salute to you, the spokesperson of the Church of Order in Clovis, Your Excellency Archbishop Luther Franz!"

This is not a complicated reasoning.

At St. Isaac's College, Anson had probably guessed that the girl who ran to the secret gathering of the black mages but was "putted away" by a chatterboxer belonged to the royal family or the church.

What happened after that was basically in line with his judgment. The four guards of the girl and the carriage when they came all had the sign of the Ring of Order.

So here comes the question:

Although the girl never revealed her identity or even her name to Anson from beginning to end, she was able to use the secret underground passage of Clovis Cathedral without authorization, and the little maid named Angelica was not only interested in the church The internal structure is very familiar, and he will say things like "forgot to take yourself to the cloakroom", as if he is at home.

In addition to this, there are also the clothes on her body; whether it is the boat hat on her head or the two long skirts on the front and back, they are at least the salary of the average middle class for a year or more, and even the silk that most rich people are not willing to bear. product.

Anson was sure of that, because he touched it.

So now asking for the identity of a girl?

Hmm... Although I don't know the name, but aside from one percent accident, a girl who can call Clovis Cathedral her "home", her surname is 99 percent Franz!

And what can be called "a man wiser than me" by a suspected Franz family member... Who can it be?

The answer is already obvious.

"Sophia."

The old man who put down the coffee cup called softly.

"what…?!"

The girl who woke up from the shock had not fully regained consciousness, her face was confused, and the hands holding the tray trembled slightly.

"Go out." The old man's hoarse voice, as always, had no emotion:

"Remember to close the door."

"……Yes."

After a moment of silence, the girl who put down the tray turned and left without saying a word.

"boom!"

Hearing the undisguised sound of the door closing behind him, An Sen with a smile fully felt the anger of a certain girl.

The old man who took a sip of coffee shook his head slightly, but never looked away from Anson's face: "Ludwig told me that you are a person with a careful mind and a clear judgment of the situation."

"I hope he made no mistakes this time around."

It was still a low and hoarse voice, echoing in the spacious study; for some reason, I always felt a little more pressure than when the girl was there just now.

This is a test... An Sen nodded and said unhurriedly:

"About a month ago, when I first became the commander of the 1st Corps of the levy, I received a letter with the logo of the Old God Sect, and a person calling himself a 'Black Mage' invited me to join the Old God Sect and the so-called 'big plan'."

"At the time, I was skeptical about it and didn't give the other party any reply immediately; but similar situations happened a few times later, and I discovered that Kroger Bernard, the garrison commander of Fort Thunder, was also related to the Old Gods. , so I began to think that the so-called 'big plan' is very likely not the other party's rumors, but a real existence."

The old man held the coffee cup in his hand and listened quietly.

"By comparing the handwriting, I found that the so-called 'Black Mage' was my former mentor and a professor of history at St. Isaac's College, Mace Hornard." Anson twitched his throat and continued:

"I was so shocked at the time that I couldn't even believe my own judgment; and when I returned to Clovis City, I ran into Professor Mace Hornard at the Royal Military Academy, who had just graduated from the Army. Come out of the data room."

"He invited me to a party and hinted that I would have many believers of the old gods coming; in order to find out the truth, I decided to go to this party." Anson paused and straightened his sitting posture a little:

"You already know what happened after that."

The silent old man looked at him, the golden spoon in his hand was still gently stirring the coffee in the cup:

"So...you decided to become an old **** because of this so-called 'big plan'?"

"To a certain extent, yes." Anson's expression was solemn.

"And when you found out that the 'Black Mage' was a professor of history at St. Isaac's College, do you think the conspiracy involved in his 'big plan' is not limited to Fort Thunder?"

The old man's expression remained unchanged, as if all this was just chatting.

Anson had to continue to answer: "I think... it may not even be limited to the Kingdom of Clovis."

"It's not limited to the Kingdom of Clovis..." The old man was still the same: "That's the whole world?"

Anson paused for a moment and sorted out his thoughts a little: "At least we can't deny this possibility."

"In that case, why don't you report this matter to the commander of the levy, or report it to the church as soon as you return to the capital?" The old man stared at Anson and took another sip of coffee:

"As far as I know, you visited Clovis Cathedral on your first day."

"Because I don't have definite evidence." Anson explained: "Also, Lieutenant Colonel Roman, a close associate of Brigadier General Ludwig, once said similar suspicions to me, so I think Brigadier General should have noticed it."

"Since this is the case~www.novelmt.com~, then as a subordinate, I don't need to report more guesses to the brigadier general before I get definite evidence to increase his numbness..."

"Ha ha."

The old man, who had always been expressionless, suddenly hummed.

The sudden laughter made Anson startled.

"So, a young officer who was loyal to his superiors, after discovering that he was accidentally involved in the conspiracy of the old gods, he was meticulous and good at judging the situation, he did not report it immediately, but took the risk to sneak in to get more information... …”

He put down the coffee cup, and said solemnly with an inexplicable expression:

"I am old, Your Excellency Anson Bach, but not old enough."

The old man raised his head, and in his deep eyes there was a light that resembled Ludwig, but was more indifferent, and locked onto An Sen's figure:

"Do you really think...I would believe your nonsense?"