I Will Be The Crowned King

Carefully closing the cloakroom door, An Sen rushed down the spiral staircase of the tower at the fastest speed, and ran down the deep corridor without looking back towards the gate of the academy.

She only has eleven minutes, and after eleven minutes the girl will find that there is no one in the cloakroom, and immediately realize that she has been deceived by herself!

Time is pressing, but Anson is not afraid, and he is not panic at all... Although it cannot be ruled out that this girl has some kind of special blood power or is also a spell caster, but this is St. Isaac's College, and in the secret club of the black mage Inside.

Unless she does not hesitate to annoy the two organizations at the same time in order to capture herself, she can only use the most basic conventional means - running.

However, this kind of behavior of leaving the table early will definitely cause "Black Mage" Professor Mace Hornard to be unhappy, but this can be remedied after the event.

Today, I gained two very important pieces of information: first, a certain talkative novelist has found a backer to support him in overthrowing the guards; secondly, besides the guards, there are other people in Clovis City. The forces began to notice the existence of the Black Mage.

With these two pieces of news, it is enough to gain enough trust in the black mages and underground evil organizations... If there really is a luxury of "trust" in such a place.

Humming a relaxed little tune, Anson, who was trotting all the way, finally stood outside the gate of St. Isaacs College.

Standing on the street where only the gas lights were on, Anson, who was in a happy mood, suddenly realized a very serious problem - there were not many rental carriages on the street at this time.

So... I don't seem to be able to go back.

Do you want to go back by walking?

St. Isaac's College is actually quite remote... From here, walking back to Boleman Street, I'm afraid it won't be midnight when I get home.

And he didn't even eat dinner.

On such a cold night, walking home with an empty stomach... Is it a bit too miserable for me who has just harvested a lot?

The cold wind howled from the empty street, causing An Sen, who was tightly wrapped in his coat and his hands in his pockets, to shiver all over.

Um?

An Sen, who faintly sensed something, suddenly turned his head to look at the deserted street, his right thumb in his pocket lightly clasped his index finger, and made a "click!" sound.

With a tingling pain in his temple, the scene within a radius of twenty meters instantly flashed into his mind.

This is the "secret" technique he mastered from Bloane - using a small movement as a "switch" to master the opening and closing of spellcasters and abilities; hiding his identity as a spellcaster when he doesn't need it .

In the beginning, Anson's plan was to use some kind of props, such as smoking or wearing glasses; but the former is harmful to health, and the latter is unblocked by removing glasses, which is both visual and too strong.

Although in this world and era, there should be no one who wears a cloak and tights to sue him for infringement... In the end, he chose the simpler method of "breaking his fingers"

He was being watched.

Seven... No, it's eleven, and the clothes and attire are slightly different... Besides the guards, is there anyone else in ambush?

But if you dare to shoot and kill near St. Isaac's College, are you really not afraid of the Church of Order?

They were very scattered, the streets were empty, and there was no bunkers at all. If they acted rashly, they would be smashed into a sieve by random guns...

Standing in the cold wind, An Sen didn't change his face, and quickly made a judgment in his mind.

In short, I can't act rashly for the time being... I have to find a way to induce someone to shoot first, and then see if I can get a chance to disrupt the situation, or consider moving when a carriage passes by...

At this moment, the sound of rapid footsteps interrupted his thinking.

"Stop!"

The girl who was running all the way stood behind Anson, panting and raising her pistol at the back of his head, her slightly undulating voice full of grief and anger:

"You liar, how dare you deceive me?!"

Uh... Isn't this a bit easy to misunderstand?

With a light cough, An Sen kept calm and said, "My dear lady, I admit that I did something wrong, but to be honest, I didn't lie to you, I just..."

"Shut up!" The girl pulled the hammer of the revolver with her right hand, and her elegant but sharp voice was full of murderous aura:

"You **** old **** scum, how dare you pretend to be Draco Wilters and try to get information from me... hum... I have to admit that you did a very beautiful job, very beautiful, and almost fooled me ...just a little bit!"

"Cunning scum, want to know where you exposed your flaws - raise your hand, and turn around!"

If I say no, can you just pretend it didn't happen?

A bit helpless, An Sen raised his hands above his head and slowly turned around.

Standing in front of him was a girl with a delicate boat-shaped hat and a delicate black silk satin dress that was low-key but luxurious.

Her long black curly hair was naturally draped over her shoulders, her eyes full of anger were embedded in her doll-like delicate face, and her red lips were raised with a arrogant smugness.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Anson always felt that the girl in front of him... looked a little familiar.

"Your disguise is perfect, and even this party has become your cover. Anyone who has never met Draco Wilters has no doubts about you." He couldn't hear Anson's voice. The girl smiled, as if she had already controlled the liar in front of her:

"But it's a pity, even if you have done all the calculations, and even took a lot of information from me in an extremely clever way, it's still a hundred secrets!"

As if showing off deliberately, the girl held up her hard evidence: a hair.

"You have black hair in the hood of your robe in the cloakroom, but Draco Wilts has red hair!"

"I never thought that I would be exposed because of this little flaw~www.novelmt.com~ You shameless and cunning old **** school!"

That's right, I really never imagined that I was discovered because of this...

Looking at the "trophy" in the opponent's hand, An Sen nodded seriously to the opponent: "Yes, you are really amazing!"

"But I still have a small question: since you have already decided that I am an old god, are you going to catch me like this just by relying on that little toy in your hand?"

An Sen, who asked the other party, kept looking at the dozen or so figures lying in ambush in his mind.

Um? The guards who were hiding behind the gas light pole said something to the people next to him with a surprised look on their faces. He should have been looking at him just now, right?

What's going on, aren't the two groups of people lying in ambush... not from the same group?

"Small toys?" The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, and her raised red lips curved deeper:

"Sure enough, the old gods are really tougher than each other, and each one is more confident. I am really curious, when you are tied to the exhaust valve of the steam engine, can you still be as confident as you are now?"

"Or do a trick and slip away from the sight of the execution knight of judgment?"

Someone moved.

An Sen raised his brows, twisted the wrist of his left hand, and the handle of the bayonet knife hidden in his sleeve was slightly exposed.

The next second, the girl suddenly raised her gun and took a half step back, her eyes flashing with determination:

"Everyone—do it!"

"I want to live!"

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