I Will Be The Crowned King

Red Brick Street, Clovis Cathedral, Prayer Room.

Eight thirty.

Sitting alone on the cold wooden bench, the bored Anson played with the copper pocket watch in his hand and stared at the hands that kept moving on the dial.

In memory, this seems to be the first time that "Anson Bach" visited the Holy Land of the Church of Order in the Kingdom of Clovis for other purposes, not to withdraw money.

"Click."

An expressionless An Sen gently closed the watch cover, and the corner of his eyes quickly swept across the door of the prayer room. A young girl with blond hair and a black and white maid outfit walked towards him quickly.

"Mr. Anson Bach?"

"Yes." Anson, who pretended not to notice the other party, got up quickly and put away his pocket watch:

"Excuse me…"

"I'm the lady's personal maid, you can call me Angelica." The girl saluted, and her face with a little powder showed a sweet smile with eight teeth:

"According to the lady's order, I will lead the way for you."

It's finally here... An Sen took a breath and let himself relax.

Just when he was about to leave, he found that the little maid opposite did not turn around immediately, but stood there in a daze, with emerald green eyes swept across him quickly.

"What's wrong?" Anson raised his brows.

"Oh...it's nothing, don't worry about it!" The little maid's face showed a flash of embarrassment, and she stuck out the tip of her tongue in embarrassment:

"This has nothing to do with you...I mean...it's all Angelica's fault, you have been sitting here for so long, and you forgot to take you to the cloakroom!"

cloakroom?

Anson looked down at what he was wearing - a dusty army trench coat, a slightly yellowed collar, and an officer's uniform that had never been changed since he got off the train...

Hmm, it seems a little out of place.

"Do I need to change it?"

"Ah! No need... It's fashionable for a young and promising officer like you to be a little sloppy." The little maid smiled and shook her head, her eyes swept across the silt and blood-stained floor:

"And what you need most right now is a new pair of boots that fit your feet."

"..." Anson Bach.

"Please come with me now, the lady is already waiting for you."

The voice fell, and the smiling little maid turned and walked towards the door, An Sen had to follow.

Stepping on the hard floor under their feet, the two of them passed through the door of the prayer room and strolled along the long corridor with the dim light of the gas lamps.

At the end of the promenade is a teak double door with a ring of order relief; two miniature versions of St. Isaac's busts are placed on either side of the door, and the steam core held in the hand has been replaced by a flashing light bulb .

The girl, who had changed into a looser dress, folded her arms and stood directly under the sculpture with a pensive face.

"Miss, Mr. Anson Bach has brought it here." The maid, who was on her feet, trotted all the way to the girl: "The time is urgent, and there is no change of clothes for the guests."

"It doesn't matter, he won't mind." The girl shook her head nonchalantly, holding the little maid's hands gently: "Thank you for your hard work, Angelica, then you can go directly to the room to rest, and I will do the rest of the work. arranged for someone else."

"You don't need to thank you, this is what Angelica should do." The little maid saluted with a smile, her emerald green eyes showed a hint of sadness:

"As long as there is another time, please don't suspect that Angelica was bought by a man outside."

The cramped girl bit her lip and her face turned slightly red; the successful little maid curtseyed and left the corridor happily with small steps.

Anson, who was standing next to him, was silent, and suddenly found that the wallpaper here was very interesting, and the gas lamps were also very beautiful.

"Okay, turn your head around."

The girl snorted and looked at An Sen, her cheeks still slightly hot: "I have already said the general situation, so you don't have to be too nervous later, just tell the truth."

"Besides, I'll go in with you, and I'll explain and supplement anything you're not sure about—so don't worry, we just need to know a little bit about Draco Wilters and your history department. The professor's clue...that's all."

"Understood, I must know everything."

Anson nodded politely and pointed to the door beside him: "The person in that room is..."

"I said that I will find someone wiser than me to decide what to do with you." At the moment when she spoke, the girl's expression was slightly complicated:

"As for who it is, you don't need to know for the time being."

An Sen, whose face was calm, didn't say anything, just looked at the pattern on the door with a little thought.

The girl walked slowly to the door, lightly grasped the copper-plated knocker above it and knocked twice.

"Please come in."

A hoarse, low voice sounded from behind the door, a steady tone with the power as if everything was under control.

The slightly nervous girl pushed open the door, and An Sen, who followed her, walked into the room with her eyes.

This is a very spacious study, and the built-in bookcase opposite the fireplace is filled with rows of old books; the large desk occupies nearly one-sixth of the space, and there are piles of documents and bills, according to the Size and color, with an "Eber brand" black mechanical typewriter as a watershed, neatly placed on both sides of the desk.

And behind the pile of documents, sat a slightly chubby figure, with only two temples and gray hair remaining on the top of his smooth and round head, and a pair of stern eyes looked at the newspaper in his hand, looking like any other There's nothing different about the old man who doesn't laugh at the coffee shop.

"Sit down." The old man put away the newspaper and placed the corner he had read on beside the table.

"Yes."

An Sen nodded slightly and saluted. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com took a seat on the back chair in front of the desk and looked at the old man in front of him without looking sideways. The girl walked to the fireplace aside and prepared coffee familiarly.

"We're not polite, Your Excellency Anson Bach." Looking directly into Anson's eyes, the old man said in a deep voice, "I have already understood the general process of what happened tonight. For reasons of responsibility and confidentiality to you, there are Some necessary questions need to be learned from you."

"Then first... are you an Old God, or have you ever been associated with an Old God group?"

"Didn't I already say it?"

The girl who complained softly carried the tray to the old man's side, and placed a cup of steaming coffee where he could reach: "He is a graduate of the Wang Family Military Academy, it's just a coincidence to attend this party, how could it be... "

"I'm."

An Sen said without warning, directly interrupting the girl's words, looking at the familiar eyes on the old man's cheek with a solemn expression:

"And I have important clues about the Black Mage in my hand!"