I Will Be The Crowned King

The old man sat behind the desk and looked at Anson silently.

His expression looked very flat, and could not even be called serious. His dark and cold eyes were somewhat similar to Ludwig's, but completely different.

But Anson felt an unprecedented pressure, and the icy touch was like a maggot on his tarsus crawling on his back, burrowing into his skull from the back of his neck.

"I have to admit, Your Excellency Anson Bach..."

Archbishop Luther looked at Anson intently: "You are very good at making up stories."

Anson was slightly startled.

"No, you misunderstood; I didn't mean to deceive Miss Sophia before, it was just because..."

"You know that there is a large enough force behind her, but you don't know who it is." Archbishop Luther interrupted him, stirring the already cold coffee gently with his right hand:

"You need to get enough information from her, and after learning that she is likely to be related to the church, you try to gain her trust... So you make up a seamless story."

An Sen opened his mouth and hesitated.

"And now, in order to gain my trust, you have told a completely different story." Archbishop Luther said lightly:

"At the same time, you are not afraid of being suspected because of 'lying', because you have already won Ludwig's trust and guessed that since he will give you a letter of recommendation, he must have informed me of your existence. "

Facing the eyes that seemed to see through his own, An Sen tried his best to calm himself down.

"All lies and concealments, which can be interpreted as careful thought and prudence, become part of your story."

Archbishop Luther gave a slight pause and put the spoon on the tray of the coffee cup: "You know... After listening to your story, I thought of another story."

"It tells the story of an officer who accidentally came into contact with the Old Gods, but found that he couldn't escape; in order to protect his terrible little secret, he kept making up completely different lies to different people, but because he had told lie, and have to continue to make up new lies, never ending."

"Sorry, I'm not as eloquent as you, and can turn the same thing into two completely different stories, each of which sounds immersive... Sounds like a very boring story, right?"

Well, that sounds like a nesting doll story... A smiling Anson swallowed.

Archbishop Luther chuckled, and his playful eyes flashed through his pupils: "Relax, Your Excellency Anson Bach."

"When you tell me frankly that you are an 'old gods' and you can still sit firmly in this chair, you should know that I will not treat you; I talk to you about this, but not To make you nervous."

An Sen, who was fidgeting in his chair, didn't know how to answer this sentence.

"You know, if the person sitting across from you is Ludwig, my son who will never be obedient." Archbishop Luther showed a subtle expression on his face:

"If you dared to let him know that you didn't tell him the whole truth, or even lied to his sister, he wouldn't have waited until now to put you in jail."

No, he would personally take out a gun and shoot me to death... Anson muttered silently in his heart.

"But you're lucky, or rather smart, because it's me who's sitting here now." After sipping the ice-cold coffee, the old man looked directly at Anson:

"Like I've always been tolerant of my kids, I don't mind people who work for me keeping little secrets - especially when their 'secret' makes their job easier. "

Anson frowned slightly.

Judging from the meaning of the other party's words, he didn't seem to care that he joined the Old God Sect organization, or even whether he was lying, but...

"You want me to join the Church of Order?"

"On the contrary, I hope you can continue to be in the army." Archbishop Luther put down the coffee cup and said slowly:

"But at the same time, I'm going to give you a job, or a proposal."

Um?

Anson couldn't figure out what he meant: "What proposal?"

"The proposal is that if you are unwilling to accept the job, then you can keep your 'little secrets' - as long as you don't make any noise, I promise that there will be no member of the Knights of Judgment or the Inquisition who will I'll come to your house to investigate." Archbishop Luther's words changed:

"In the meantime, you can continue your 'investigation' until you get more evidence, and then report it to me or the Church of Order; the Church will keep your existence a secret and will lend a helping hand if your life is in danger. "

"Other than that, you are free."

The old man pushed the coffee cup aside, leaned forward slightly, and had a stern expression on his face.

An Sen thought for a while and said calmly, "Then... what if I accept this 'job'?"

"That's another matter." Archbishop Luther said lightly: "If you accept this job, I can give you more authority, but it will also limit your freedom."

"On top of that, you're going to be subject to a certain level of surveillance—a kind reminder that it's not just from the church."

"Can I ask what this job is?" An Sen sat upright and tentatively said.

"No, unless you decide to accept it." Archbishop Luther shook his head regretfully: "Otherwise I can't reveal anything about it to you, much less tell you what it is."

"If I don't even know what a job is, how can I make a decision?"

Anson was stunned.

"That's your problem, Your Excellency Anson Bach, the decision is yours." Archbishop Luther shook his head lightly: "Also, you seem to have misunderstood something."

"misunderstanding?"

"Yes... I just said 'prepare' to you, not necessarily, and I may go back on it."

"..."

Looking at An Sen who was hesitant to say anything~www.novelmt.com~ the old man slowly straightened his back and relieved the physical fatigue after sitting for a long time, but his eyes were still bright:

"I will give you three days to seriously think about whether you want to accept this job; and I will also consider carefully during this time whether I should give this job to you."

"After three days, whether you accept it or not, you must go back to this study and give me an answer."

Archbishop Luther raised his right hand and tapped the desk lightly with his knuckles.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The voice fell, and the closed study door was slowly pushed open. Angelica, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, stood outside the door, bowing her head and bowing her chest, curtsey:

"Master Luther."

"It's getting late, my guests are a little tired." Luther Franz's eyes fell on Anson's stiff face:

"Go get a carriage for him."