I Will Be The Crowned King

Rewind time to a few minutes ago...

"I, grant your wish."

The fluffy words made Christian freeze in place, laughing dumbfounded.

"Thank you for your blessing, this...little gentleman." He sighed, and the troubled expression on his face was swept away: "Well, I will go to the mailbox downstairs to check again today, if it really comes true , I will never forget your kindness—I promise."

After saying that, Christian cheered up and saluted the boy seriously.

To his surprise, the boy didn't respond immediately, but narrowed his eyes and carefully observed Christian's expression; the scrutiny in his eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"You misunderstood me, kind sir." The boy responded with the same tone as him, and slowly raised his right hand: "I said, I will fulfill your wish."

"real?"

Christian, whose scalp was a little numb, tried his best to maintain a smile, and finally noticed something strange. He glanced at the closed door opposite him from the corner of his eye, and after confirming that it was still closed, he said, "Then I have to thank you very much." Yeah, I mean...it's important to me."

"No, this is a gift, a small meeting gift."

The boy said in a calm tone, but there was still a hint of scrutiny in his eyes: "To the kind Mr. Good, and your family."

At the same time as the voice fell, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Snapped-

Christian, who raised his head subconsciously, stared at the thin piece of paper falling from the top of his head, and a few crooked writing on it came into view instantly:

[Letter, received by Christian Bach]

"Tell Ansen Bach, just... I've been here before, don't look for me."

Christian suddenly grabbed the letter that fell into his hand, and the boy's leaving words came to his ears: "Of course, if he is really going to do this, I will not stop him, but in that case, he must be fully prepared. I'm ready...Even if it's Ruen's friend, I won't hold back."

"Those who try to break the rules must have the consciousness of being backlashed by the rules; if they want to establish a new order, they must first prove to others that it is not a castle in the air."

The voice of the words gradually drifted away, leaving Christian staring at the few lines on the letter paper in a daze, and froze in place.

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"...The situation is roughly like this."

Christian, who was in a complicated mood, drank the hot black coffee in one gulp, looked at the two people with nervous expressions, and his voice even trembled a little: "I boast that I have met quite a few people, including the king who was only lucky enough to meet recently. With Her Majesty the Queen Mother, I went down to the village to work as tenants in the manor, and there are some experiences worth talking about."

"Human, mature, innocent, kind, playful... These outward appearances can be 'acted' or imitated, only the eyes, a person's eyes cannot deceive others."

"That boy looks about eleven or twelve years old, but his eyes, I can't say, but it looks like an old man who is over a hundred years old." Christian sighed: "That kind of calm, yes I no longer care about everything, and the eyes that are so calm that they may even be indifferent to life and death absolutely cannot belong to a child!"

Trembling words, that is the residual fear after a huge impact on life experience.

Cole Dorian, who frowned, turned his head and glanced at Anson, who shook his head slightly, denying his guess.

Of course, Anson knew what he was thinking. No matter whether a conjurer opened his domain or used magic, he would definitely leave traces and aura, and the more powerful the magic effect, the more obvious it would be. Even if he blasphemed a mage or an apostle, he would not be able to do so. violated.

To be more precise, the higher the level of conjurers, the more difficult it is to hide their traces and aura, because they—or they—essentially do not belong to this world, and are mutually exclusive with the laws of nature. Using magic The consequences are as clear as dropping red paint into a glass filled with clear water.

A similar example is Rune... Not to mention the use of power, even if you go from one place to another in an ordinary way, every place you pass will have an impact that is visible to the naked eye.

But this time...no, nothing.

After gulping down the coffee in the cup, Christian, who calmed down a little, stood up silently, and left the attic alone, not forgetting to close the door for the two of them—implying that he would never eavesdrop on their conversation.

Cole Dorian casually threw away the cigarette **** that had been extinguished long ago, and at the same time closed the windows. The suddenly silent attic was quiet and even a little weird.

"Do you think...if it's really Machia, do we still have a chance of winning?"

The chief judge's tone was very unassuming, and his expression was even more tense than what Christian looked like just now: "It's okay, to be honest, I can handle it."

Anson didn't answer immediately, but smiled bitterly.

"...I think, your question is already the best answer."

"Oh, is it?"

Nodding lightly, Cole Dorian couldn't stop looking out the window, and then at the stairs in the attic, as if he was looking for something to hide his inner anxiety.

He panicked, but it wasn't because he was going to fight an apostle, he was not sure of winning and he was lost, but because of the fact that "the apostle Machia appeared in the city of Clovis" itself.

According to the tradition of the Inquisition Chamber, the whereabouts of any apostle must be monitored and tracked by the local Inquisitor organization, and they will report to the Inquisitors in the other party's way and arrival area as soon as possible, and share all the information at hand.

That's right, there is a tacit understanding between the apostles and the Church of Order, but it is only a "tacit understanding"... The two parties are not actually enemies in the complete sense. After all, the church has never thought of completely eradicating all the old gods, and the apostles As the top of evolution, they are constantly impacting the existence of "perfect life", but they are actually not very interested in the "big plan" and the revival of the glory of the old gods.

But just like Rune suddenly wanted to leave Clovis and go to the new world to create his own kingdom, no one can guarantee what these existences that cannot be truly restricted at all will do in the next second; no matter how many opponents Crazy, judges are always the first firewall to protect the world of order.

But this time, Cole Dorian received no information about Machia.

Not only the Holy See, but even the other Inquisitor organizations did not receive the information themselves, the target has already appeared in Clovis City, less than one street away from the Clovis Cathedral... myself and all Inquisitor Clovis was unaware, ignorant.

There can only be one answer to this, and that is that the Inquisitors of Clovis, the entire Order of Truth, have been completely abandoned.

The Inquisitor is not a quasi-army like the Judgment Knights, nor is it a world kingdom of order with territories and regular troops; every Inquisitor will always be the weak side when facing the old gods who must be hunted down.

After all, even if there are mostly gifted people, the ability to deal with all kinds of strange things, and even the old gods who are mostly armed are still weak; the only thing a judge can trust and rely on is always another judge and higher-level organizations.

Intelligence, weapons, reinforcements... With these, they can let go of all worries, hunt the target alone, and kill hidden dangers in the bud with the smallest cost.

But now, because of his own choice, the judge of the Seeking Truth has become an abandoned orphan.

Cole Dorian is no longer guessing, but extremely convinced of this... It was his own choice during the mutiny, which allowed the Tribunal to completely isolate the entire Truth Seeking Order.

He lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly, and said nothing.

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"This...Actually, we already knew about it, but we never told him."

In the living room of the apartment, Sierra Virgil, who was half leaning on the sofa, was expressionless: "If you have to say when, there were already signs of this when the court of Insel was besieged. "

"Including the fact that Cole Dorian was able to successfully serve as the Chief Inquisitor so quickly, it is also related to the attitude of the upper echelon of the Inquisition; the tendency of the Clovis Diocese to be semi-independent in the past few decades, and the truth-seeking cultivator who was caught in the middle There will also be a lot of suspicion; but Captain Lawrence's qualifications are too deep, so he won't be excluded as much as he is now."

"Is Captain Lawrence's qualifications very strong?"

Anson, who was sitting next to her, spoke as if asking, but also as if talking to himself.

"He is the direct descendant of the Holy See, the heir of the Bertolt family, one of the most prestigious thirteen 'judgment families', and his bloodline can even be traced back to the dark age when the church was first established, which is no less than the bloodline of the seven knights .” The female judge glanced at him coldly:

"In comparison, 'Dorian the Executioner' is like an upstart like the Clovis royal family with a history of only a few hundred years. Otherwise, why do you think that an arrogant guy like Cole would admit that he is inferior to Captain Lawrence? ?”

"No, that's not what I meant." Anson sighed, "It's just that I was a little bit emotional when I suddenly realized that there is such a thing as seniority among judges."

"Wherever there are people, this kind of situation will never be absent." Sera tilted her head, and her tone was thought-provoking: "But as its beneficiaries, it is better for you and me to be a little grateful."

"Uh..." Anson smiled awkwardly: "You mean, it's because Captain Lawrence's qualifications are high enough that we can..."

"Completely correct."

The female judge slightly raised her eyebrows: "With him here, no one will deliberately make things difficult for the Seeking True Order. You can use the reason of 'surveillance' to recruit me as a spellcaster, or you can use 'no evidence' as an excuse. It has been a long time since a certain lieutenant colonel... ah, now it is the lieutenant general who arrests and executes him."

"When we first met at the newspaper office of the Clovis Press, the reason why Captain Lawrence came forward in person, do you think it was only because of those gangsters who were affected by the low-level potion like 'Death Horn'?"

"Without the archbishop's entrustment, a lieutenant general's military career would have ended that evening."

Anson froze for a moment, and silently showed a self-deprecating smile.

"Without the asylum of Captain Lawrence, let the heir of the 'Dorian family' who is also highly respected in the Holy See serve as the chief judge, and shelter the unpopular Judge Clovis, which is the only choice." Sera softly said:

"But Cole's qualifications are too low, and Dorian's name is far less famous than Bertolt. From that day on, it was only a matter of time before the Truth Seeking Society was completely abandoned by the Tribunal."

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"For Cole Dorian, it was the result of a difficult decision he made; but for the colleagues of the Order of Truth Seeking, this day just came a little earlier."

An Sen nodded slightly, and picked up Lisa's favorite strawberry cake on the table: "Is it because of... Qiu Zhenzong?"

"That's right, the Order of Truth... is the last vestige of the truth-seeking sect that gave birth to Saint Isaac." Sierra Virgil laughed out loud:

"It's an inexplicable irony that the final successors of a sect that focuses on writing books, establishing studies and research are a group of executioners and hunters."

"The Holy See has sent one chief judge after another who was not from Clovis origin, but the result has never changed the background of this group, and even assimilated a lot in turn, so that the independence of the Truth-Seeking Order has not changed. Weak, and there is a growing trend.”

"I guess... this is probably Saint Isaac's blessing? Even though he has been dead for more than a hundred years, he still haunts the Holy See in various ways to make trouble, so that they will never be at peace."

That's right, if you think about it, including the Order of Seeking Truth, the Cressey Family, the Society of Truth, the UU Reading www.uukanshu.com The Lune Family, the "Great Book of Magic", and Isaac Rand's own notes , it seems that all the people, organizations and things related to this saint are causing endless troubles for the Holy See... Anson couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"So... all of you in the Truth Seeking Cultivation Society don't care about the fact that the enemy is an apostle at all, do you?"

"Of course I don't care, because so what if I care?" The female judge glanced at him: "You should be the person who knows the apostle's strength best, do you think we have a chance of winning?"

"No." Anson replied without hesitation: "Don't talk about a truth-seeking order, even if the entire court is counted, I don't think there is a possibility of winning."

He had seen Luen's strength with his own eyes. Numbers were meaningless in front of that level of power; rather, if he could really kill an apostle with strength, the holy war army of the Holy See would never choose to compromise in the end.

"That's it. Since there is no chance of winning, why do you care?" Sierra Virgil's tone seemed to be answering the question, but also seemed to be self-deprecating: "The result is nothing but death, isn't it?"

"of course not."

"Um?"

"Defeating an apostle head-on, of course we have no chance of winning, but if we just thwart his goal, there is still hope." Anson said word by word:

"An enemy who has absolutely no chance of winning...on the other hand, if it wasn't for the enemy, would the situation be different?"