I Will Be The Crowned King - Vol 5 Chapter 25

After leaving the Central West Railway Station of the Royal Capital, An Sen, who brought Lisa and the little secretary, got on the chief judge’s carriage and went straight to the base camp of the Seeking Truth Order in Clovis City.

They left quite in time – barely two blocks away from the station when a few of them ran into the army leading a large group, heavily armed towards the station, and even accompanied by the Whitehall Street police, with a piercing iron whistle. Clear the way ahead.

Seeing the army’s so much fanfare, I thought I was the hero’s chief judge, and I also wiped the sweat from my forehead with lingering fears – if it wasn’t for Sierra Virgil’s timely reminder, I was robbed by the army, and my face might have been real. Can’t keep it.

Anson was very interested in the operational efficiency of the Army… Although it was half a beat slower than the Holy See, he obviously got the news in advance.

Ordinarily, there are only a handful of people who can accurately know when they will arrive in the capital.

In other words, they not only told the information to Archbishop Luther, but also sold it to the War Department… This is interesting.

An Sen couldn’t help but glanced at the little secretary next to him, who seemed to be still calm, as calm as if he had anticipated the situation in front of him.

After passing through two more communities, the group finally came to Frederick Street and saw the sign of Seeking Truth Club.

“From today, you will be living here temporarily.”

Cole, who jumped out of the carriage first, said reluctantly, and pointed to the deserted club hall behind him: “If it’s not necessary, try not to leave. If you have to go out, say hello to me first, at least half a day in advance.”

“Why half a day?” The little secretary asked Ansen very sensible.

“Nonsense, because only half a day in advance can I arrange for people to follow and monitor you – do you really think that what I said just now is just to prevaricate the War Department?”

Cole rolled his eyes: “I have to deal with a lot of trouble because of the shortage of manpower. Don’t you think the Truth Seeking Cultivation Society is really happy to do this kind of thing?”

I don’t think so, but you must be very good at this kind of aftermath work… An Sen, who couldn’t help but complain in his heart, still has to be polite on the surface:

“Sorry for causing you a lot of trouble.”

“Okay, okay, it’s hard to be troubled by you, and it’s even harder to hear your apology.” Cole snorted and his eyes were lazy:

“Anyway, you won’t remember the favor of the Seeking Truth Cultivation Society because of this. Everyone knows what’s going on… Come in!”

After speaking, Cole pushed the door open and entered regardless of the remaining three people in the car.

This guy is really not the same as before. I always feel that he is deliberately imitating Captain Lawrence, and he has imitated a new style…

Anson, who was muttering inwardly, raised his eyebrows, pushed open the car door, got out of the car with the little secretary and Lisa.

Walking into the empty club hall, looking at Cole, who was already sitting in front of the bar drinking coffee, An Sen, who was about to speak, found a figure suddenly sprang out of the corner and attacked the three of them like a hungry tiger.

“Welcome, warm welcome to our dear little Princess Lisa, and finally back to Clovis City!”

A capable white shirt, black trousers and vest, with sleeves rolled directly to the elbows, the tailor Alalfred, who was playing with a top hat, ignored a certain commander-in-chief and knelt down in front of the **** one knee.

“Oh, oh… It seems that the last time we met was not long ago. My dear little princess has grown up so much.” A pair of smart eyes looked up and down, and made a “tsk tsk” sound:

“The old shabby scarf, the men’s military uniform, the hat that doesn’t fit at all, and this shirt… Oh, I still have to wear the old clothes of my family. My dear Lisa has suffered a lot!”

“But it doesn’t matter, dear Lisa is back. With Alfred here, you will never be wronged again!”

“Ding Ding Cat hat, exquisite small bow, pure white ribbon, good satin with lace edges … Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The frightened girl froze in place, not daring to move.

She was not afraid of this seamstress named Alfred, mainly because the last time she met, she almost couldn’t help herself, and Anson confiscated her beloved Borne rifle at the time.

Lisa is a good and sensible girl who won’t make the same mistake twice.

Fortunately, the seamstress’s attention was not completely focused on her, but was immediately attracted by another slender figure next to her: “Hey, this is…”

“Alan Dawn, just call me Alan, dear lady.” The little secretary took off his hat very politely:

“It’s just a humble secretary of Lord Anson, please don’t pay too much attention to your subordinates.”

“Sure enough, it’s you! I’ve heard about it… the genius boy of Clovis Abbey, the youngest graduate!” The seamstress’s eyes lit up:

“To tell you the truth, I actually wanted to design clothes for you for a long time. There are several sets of school-style men’s children’s clothes, which are completely designed according to your imagination!”

“Ah… ah, ah, that’s such an honor…”

“I have to say, the boy in uniform really has a different flavor, no…it’s taste!” The seamstress couldn’t help twitching her throat, seeing the little secretary’s heart fluttering:

“The tight-fitting tuxedo, the powerful aura of an adult, black-rimmed glasses, knee-high black and white stockings with small leather shoes is simply… ah ah ah ah!!”

“A…Ms. Alfred?” The little secretary, who barely managed to squeeze a smile, lowered his head and tried his best to grab the right hand held by the other party: “You, you didn’t…”

“That’s right, a girl full of childishness and a genius boy are really the ultimate embodiment of eternal truth, goodness and beauty!” The seamstress’s eyes lit up:

“I’ve decided that I’m going to make a suitable winter outfit for the two of you, as my ultimate in art…”

“Cough cough, Alfred!”

Seeing that this subordinate became more and more abnormal, no matter how much headache Cole had, he had to warn: “Be restrained, and pay attention to the image of the Truth Seeking Order in front of the guests.”

“What image, haven’t you known each other for a long time, what are you pretending to do?”

The seamstress with her hips on her shoulders snorted in dissatisfaction, and put the top hat on her head: “Even if there is such a slight sense of mystery, it has already been completely corrupted by you, the Chief Inquisitor!”

“You and I…”

“It’s alright, alright, don’t continue to talk about anything, in short, I will obey the order.”

She waved her hand and interrupted a chief judge who was about to speak an official tone. The seamstress turned around and looked at the three of them righteously:

“I am the head of the weapons workshop of the Clovis Inquisition, and I am part-time general logistics Alfred. From now on, your daily life will be taken care of by me.”

“I declare in advance that this job was imposed on me by a chief judge who is too tired, so I can’t promise how enthusiastic I will be about your daily chores. In groups, it’s better to save the life like a wealthy mansion.”

“Then I’ll leave everything to you.” An Sen thanked the other party without changing his face: “If there is anything that needs our cooperation, I will definitely not cause you any trouble.”

“There are troubles, but I don’t care anymore.” The corner of the seamstress’s mouth rose again at an incredible angle: “As long as there are two of them, then I will…”

“Cough, cough, cough!”

Cole blushed and coughed hard, as if his throat was really uncomfortable: “Anyway, you can ask Alfred if you have any needs, but it’s better not to be too frequent.”

“She will provide daily newspapers, three meals a day, and a change of clothes on time. If you need to buy anything, you can entrust it directly. Then again, if you have to go out, please apply half a day in advance.”

“Is it the same with Lisa?” the girl asked, raising her hand.

“This…”

Cole scratched his head and thought for a moment, not knowing what to do: “Well, the little secretary can move freely. Anyway, you still have the identity of the Holy See, and the Ministry of War does not dare to do anything to you.”

“As for Lisa… It’s better to say hello to our side first – I’m not worried about her, it’s just an extra layer of protection, don’t think too much.”

As for the strength of the girl, Cole, who has witnessed her headshot the gang leader with one shot, and has fought side by side, is still very clear; unless it is a high-level spellcaster and a talent with extremely difficult abilities, ordinary people Duo is not her opponent.

“I’ll stress again, the Tribunal also has to take risks in doing this. It’s not as easy as it seems – the threat of the War Department is not as simple as talking about it.”

Cole said solemnly: “Since you have returned, you must have some understanding of the current situation in Clovis City. I should not need to talk nonsense about many things.”

“Then if I guess correctly, this kindness should also be rewarded.” An Sen understood:

“If you guessed correctly… it should be related to our mutual friend’s ‘whispering’?”

Cole didn’t answer directly, but looked at Alfred next to him.

The seamstress who understood her snorted coldly, and walked down the stairs to the second floor with a disdainful face on her hips – taking Lisa and the reluctant little secretary along the way.

Watching them go up the stairs, Anson turned his attention to Cole: “Is it so dangerous?”

“It’s not dangerous, I just don’t want to let Alfred, the logistics person, get involved.” The chief judge shook his head:

“Actually… her grandfather is the real ‘Alfred’, but because of some accidents, she has to impersonate her now. The entire Seeking Truth Cult has collectively decided not to let the logistics staff participate in formal work. .”

“I feel like this is probably a long story, so let’s stop here.” An Sen nodded slightly: “Let’s be honest, what do you need me to do?”

“We can basically confirm two things now, firstly, the whisper should be related to at least one old gods organization, and secondly, his ‘charitable activities’ should come to an end; the poor in the outer city will soon serve them The benefits enjoyed during this time are paid for.”

Cole took out a box from the bar and pushed it across the table: “The price is their lives!”

“Snapped!”

An Sen caught the box and couldn’t help raising his eyebrows: “This rhetoric is too broad, can you be more specific?”

“What do you think ordinary people are worth to a group of old gods?” Cole asked rhetorically:

“We don’t need to cover up anything between us. What state are you in? I know a little bit about it – just from the perspective of the caster, what is the value of ordinary people?”

No, no, my current state is not just as simple as a spellcaster… Anson frowned slightly:

“Honestly, basically zero.”

“why?”

“Why… This is a little related to the nature of the caster. Basically, it is more or less selfish – the selfishness here does not mean absolute egoism, but they rarely care about individuals other than themselves.”

“In the final analysis, the goal of the caster is to evolve, to evolve continuously to reach a higher state of life; ordinary people cannot provide any help in this regard.”

“So… what you care most about now is to evolve to a higher… existence?”

“…I still have the same question, why do you think that the targets of the casters are the lives of the poor in the outer city?”

Anson didn’t want to answer his question, and fiddled with the box in his hand: “Also, what is this?”

“The answer to the question you want.” Cole couldn’t help raising the corners of his mouth:

“Why do I think the Old Gods’ goal is the lives of the poor in the outer city… because of it.”

“This is a large-scale experiment, the target is unknown, the content is unknown, and the method is unknown… But the premise is very clear, the hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands of ordinary people who have already expressed their gratitude to the whispers will soon become theirs. tester.”

“Betting on the name of the Inquisitor, I absolutely can’t let them succeed! But with the ability of the Inquisition, it is a little difficult to deal with this kind of organization.” Cole’s eyes finally became serious:

“We need a support army, one that is at least trustworthy in our eyes, probably will not be half-hearted, let alone despise the enemy.”

“Then you thought of me?” Anson said blankly:

“Have you forgotten that I am a traitor accused by the War Department, and this is in the urban area of ​​Clovis City – in this kind of place, without the permission of the king, without the permission of the king, the War Department can put me on the charge of treason. It’s true!”

“The premise is that you did use the army without permission from the king.” Cole shrugged:

“But with permission, can the Storm Legion be able to operate in Clovis City justifiably?”

“This… how to do it?”

“To be honest, I don’t know now, but I know this is the only way. Because of some actions of the War Department, I can no longer trust the hundreds of thousands of standing troops outside the city.” Cole is very frank:

“But the first step is to help you get rid of the so-called ‘treason’ charge!”

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