I Will Be The Crowned King

In the early morning, the biting cold wind whistled in the hazy sky of Clovis City.

In just one night, the dark and muddy Boleman Street was decorated with pure white; Anson, holding a cup of hot coffee, sat by the warm fireplace, watching the goose feather snow fluttering outside the window, while leisurely flipping through the pages just now. I bought the Clovis Truth, and I could still hear Lisa's snoring in the bedroom behind me.

Speaking of which, Lisa was not used to the bed two days before she came to Clovis City, and she had to be very sleepy or lying on the floor to fall asleep; it was only the third day, and she was already fully used to it.

After confirming twice that there was no news about St. Isaac's College last night in the newspaper, Anson, who was a little relieved, put down the coffee in his hand and began to plan today's itinerary.

Later, I will go out first to confirm whether there are any guards following me; then I will go to the newspaper office of "Clowe Truth" to see if I can find any clues about a certain talker.

If you still have time, then go to a farther place to see if there are any religious schools that girls can attend; there should be some in my impression, and the important thing is their teaching level; good religious schools should still need to be recommended Faith, we have to find a way to solve this...

Wait, it seems that you haven't had time to write your diary yesterday, right?

Hi... Forget it, I'll be back in time to come back in the evening; if it's a big deal, I'll skip it and not write it today, anyway, it's nothing to break for a day or two...

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Just when Anson was still thinking about it, an unhurried knock on the door entered his ears.

This time knocks... Mrs. Bogner? No, if she never knocked on the door if she wanted to get in, who would it be?

A cautious Anson clasped the knuckles of his right hand. After hesitating for a second, he chose to let it go. He took Dayi from the hanger and put it on, and put the left hand holding the revolver in his pocket.

After all the preparations were completed, he hurriedly walked to the door and opened the door: "Sorry, I just didn't hear if someone really knocked on the door, so... Bron?!"

Standing outside the door was the young bachelor who was suspected of being a close associate of the Black Mage. The loose bachelor's uniform was replaced by an ordinary white shirt, black coat and trousers, which looked straight and thin; if it weren't for the pair of ice under the bowler hat The blue eyes made it hard to believe that he was the same person as before.

He glanced at An Sen up and down with his hands behind his back, and his indifferent gaze stayed on the left pocket for a few seconds before he said suspiciously, "Are you preparing to go out?"

"I have an urgent matter, and I must notify Professor Mace Hornard as soon as possible!" Anson nodded with a dignified expression, and said without hesitation:

"Is he still at St Isaac's College?"

"No, the professor is now in Baihu Park, which is nearby."

Bronny shook his head lightly, his ice blue eyes "unintentionally" glanced behind him, and a homeless man leaning against a gas lamp pole smoking a cigarette immediately turned his head away.

"You're being watched?" Bronne asked coldly, withdrawing his gaze.

"Yes." Anson nodded very casually, chuckling and pretending to be chatting with him:

"Guardian."

At the moment when the words fell, there was no sign of surprise on Bron's slightly indifferent face, as if it was something he had expected.

"Follow me." Bronn said softly, "The professor is already waiting for you, we have to hurry up."

"The watcher outside the door..."

"Don't worry about them."

After he finished speaking, Bronne, who had his hands behind his back, turned around and left; Anson, who had no time to ask more, had to put the revolver behind his waist, locked the door, and followed him quickly.

The two walked back and forth along the side of Boleman Street, towards the crossroads; almost as soon as they left the door, they immediately felt a cold touch on the back of their necks.

Two people, at least two people are following behind him.

Anson, with his hands in his pockets, resisted the urge to turn his head to look, maintained a relaxed pace, and followed Bloane's right back as if he was shopping with a friend.

His current conjuration ability and "ability" are locked, but Anson does not intend to open it, but is ready to see what the cronies of the black mage in front of him will do.

Now that he has found out, or has long expected that someone will follow him, he should have come prepared.

Soon, after crossing the intersection, the two left Boleman Street and walked straight towards the direction of Red Brick Street; the eyes behind them were vaguely trailing behind them, always keeping a distance of about ten meters from the two of them. distance.

Bron, who was walking in front, neither took advantage of the crowd when crossing the intersection to cover, nor did the intersection between the streets continue to turn, trying to get rid of the stalker, but still walked straight ahead unhurriedly.

Just when Anson thought he was going all the way to Red Brick Street, Bronny, who had his hands behind his back, suddenly turned around and walked into the alley between the two buildings.

The long, narrow alley leads straight to the other end of the street, but at most two people can pass by at the same time.

"Follow me."

Bronne slowed down and said softly without turning his head: "No matter what happens later, don't make a sound."

Um? Feeling the approaching line of sight behind him, An Sen raised a huge question mark in his heart.

Specially ran into an alley with no one... Is he planning to kill all the trackers by himself?

As long as everyone following me is dead, no one is watching?

"Snapped!"

With his hands behind his back, Bron suddenly snapped his fingers.

In an instant, an extremely sharp sound rang in An Sen's ear.

Feeling the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, he didn't pay too much attention to his taut heartstrings, his left hand in his pocket had already grasped the handle of the bayonet.

Five meters, four meters, three meters...

Six steps, four steps, two steps...

An Sen, whose body was taut, looked straight ahead, and at the same time observed the figure that had walked to his left from the corner of his eyes.

But the next second, he realized that his vigilance was unnecessary.

Two guards dressed as homeless people passed by the right side of the long alley one after the other, as if they could not see themselves, while watching vigilantly, they walked towards the end of the long alley.

When the two left the long alley, Bronny, who was walking slowly, stopped and snapped his fingers again; the harsh chirping gradually faded away.

"Okay."

With his hands on his back, Bron turned slowly: "In two days, they won't cause you any more trouble, but a certain degree of caution is still necessary."

"Okay." An Sen breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked casually, pretending to be relaxed:

"By the way, what kind of magic was that just now?"

Bronn didn't answer immediately, he hesitated for a moment as if hesitant, raised his head, and stared at Anson with icy blue eyes: "In terms of belief, I, like the professor, chose Mutt, the king of black magic."

"Then... Your Excellency Anson Bach~www.novelmt.com~ As a student of the same professor, I must remind you-this kind of suspected inquiring behavior among spellcasters is very rude, unless the other party takes the initiative to be honest, otherwise it is very rude. It's easy to cause hostility."

"Ah, so it is!" Anson pretended to have a sudden realization, and then quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"fine!"

Throwing down a reply that wasn't an answer, Bron turned around and continued walking forward.

After leaving the long alley, the two people along the street came to the "Old William Cafe" with an old style and obvious age in front of the corner of an intersection.

Following Bronn who pushed the door in, Anson, who entered the hall, walked into a box; Mace Hornard, who was wearing a doctor's robe, was sitting at the table, smiling at himself who entered the door.

An Sen, who was nervous, immediately stepped forward and looked at the other party with a solemn expression:

"Professor, I have some important information to report to you!"

"We may have been exposed!"