I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 69

The power of the strongest bloodline?

Looking at the young Inquisitor's serious and somewhat amusing expression, An Sen couldn't guess whether the other party was just talking casually, or if he really thought so.

However, recalling the battle of Thundercastle, he couldn't help agreeing with the other party's point of view—if his life wasn't hard enough, if his bloodline power's ability was "resurrection", he was not a mutated Kroger Bell at all. Na's right...

Wait, wait a minute.

If the ability of "Anson Bach"'s bloodline power is not resurrection, then he will not have amnesia, and he will not "wake up" after being killed inexplicably without amnesia. He didn't wake up himself... won't cross?

Thinking of this, An Sen, who was a little overjoyed because "Holy Grail Knights are the strongest bloodline", immediately felt a little gloomy.

"Of course, all of this is my subjective assumption and can only provide you with some reference."

Holding the coffee cup, Cole Dorian's mouth showed a smile again: "Each of the seven bloodlines has its own characteristics, and it is difficult to really distinguish the strength from the weak; Knight's bloodline' has always been recognized as the strongest bloodline power."

"Oh why?"

"Because the Herid family that holds the 'Dragon Knight Bloodline' is the descendant of the King of Knights." Taking a sip of coffee, Cole shrugged:

"It's also because this family has always held the position of the emperor of the empire since the first two hundred years of the saint's calendar."

"In contrast, the rest of the bloodlines are not so lucky - the Bernard family of the 'Sea Knight' is not well-known, and the 'Holy Grail Knight' Lorraine family was almost extinct at one time, relying on the Austeria family to survive The 'Wild Hunt Knight' Wharton family has had a generation of 'Conqueror' emperors, but only that generation is not enough to shake the status of the Herid family."

It's really the perfect answer... Anson put down the coffee cup in his hand a little helplessly: "Then how should I train now that I can't fully determine my bloodline power?"

Although there is no need to hide the fact that he has the power of blood, there is never too much of trump cards.

"It doesn't matter - the Religious Inquisition has extracted a complete and scientific training system from the inheritance of blood power of many families." Cole said as if he had been prepared:

"Even if you don't know the type and ability of blood power, we still have a way to train you into a qualified talent."

As expected of the Church of Order... An Sen's eyes lit up, and he asked with a little curiosity, "What exactly is that?"

"follow me."

The young Inquisitor stood up and led Anson towards the spiral staircase at the edge of the living room with a mysterious expression.

The second floor of the club is a semi-open hall, with balconies on both sides and the sunlight entering the house from the window, making the room very spacious.

Standing at the entrance of the stairs, An Sen looked at the furnishings in the room and was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Cole turned his head and winked at Anson.

"…I have a few questions."

Anson, who was silent for a moment, pointed to the black tablet by the corner, which was also equipped with guardrails, gears and conveyor belts:

"what is this?"

"This, this is called a treadmill." Cole hugged his shoulders and replied very succinctly:

"It's said to have been designed by a certain judge in charge of prisons and punishing inmates. It's a good way to warm up and exercise your heart and lungs."

"What about the one next to it?"

"That's a rowing machine, invented by an Inquisitor who was an Adelaide sailor." Cole shrugged cheerfully:

"This thing can move the spine in addition to exercising the muscles, which is the favorite of Captain Lawrence."

"What's that shelf under the window?"

"It's called the Blacksmith's Rack—see the bar on it, it's a simple, but very useful device that can help you do a lot of training."

Cole was on his waist, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a little pride: "How, are you surprised? All are the top match of the Inquisition. As far as I know, in the entire Clovis Kingdom, there is only one set in the palace that is exactly the same as ours. ."

The silent Anson's expression froze.

Therefore, the legendary religious inquisition used to train judges, the inheritance of blood power of many families, and the integration of top training institutions...is it a gym?

Although it is unlikely, but... Could it be that his whereabouts and details have been exposed, this judge named Cole Dorian is trying to delay the time, fooling himself and reporting the Church of Order?

Thinking of this, An Sen quietly took a half step back, his right hand hanging naturally on the side of his thigh.

The young judge's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but smile:

"Of course, I know that these and those ancient families in the legend... er, 'secret inheritance' still looks a little bit different, neither mysterious nor fantastic."

"But if you think about it carefully, since the 'power of blood' is a part of our body, its strength will also reflect on our body; a rickety patient who coughs all day and can only sit in a wheelchair even if he has the strongest What is the meaning of the power of bloodline?"

"On the other hand, as long as our physical fitness is strong enough, our bloodline power will be strengthened. What's more, even if we are talented, our foundation and starting point should be higher than ordinary people."

"As for the 'ancient heritage' of those blood families, hehe..." Cole's chuckle suddenly showed a bit of disdain:

"No disrespect, but aside from boring myths, it's probably just some 'though I don't know the principle, but it seems to be useful' empirical talk."

"All in all, as a young son who came out of such an ancient family and heard these myths since childhood and heard calluses in his ears; Your Excellency Anton Bach, I sincerely suggest that you don't believe in those hellish myths, but believe in science."

Trust the science, a church judge told me to trust the science...

Looking at the judge with a solemn expression that didn't look like he was joking, An Sen desperately resisted the urge to roll his eyes... Although he probably understood what the other party meant:

"Then what should I do?"

"I'm not an expert on this, Captain Lawrence... Ah, the Inquisitor who killed Wissam in the newspaper building that day, he is." Cole shrugged:

"Usually new judges train for four to six hours a day, but you are from a military academy and have been on the battlefield. I guess it should save a lot of wasted effort."

"Well, you can be free in terms of time, but try to come every day. I will tell Captain Lawrence about this and give you a detailed plan, including training intensity and dietary standards; the library on the roof has a lot of information about Although I don't think it makes any sense to have a collection of books about the differences and variants of various blood powers, it's good to know more about them.”

"In addition, there is a small shooting range and fighting room in the basement of this club, and we will also open it to you - although I don't think you should use it."

"It's not necessarily." An Sen said with a chuckle:

"My marksmanship is terrible, and I still need a place where I won't be seen."

"You're still so funny."

Cole smiled, apparently not taking this sentence seriously, and said half-casually, half-inviting, "Want to try it?"

"Right now?"

"Of course, if you're not in a hurry to leave now." The young Inquisitor shrugged:

"Your clerk's order from the weapon workshop has also arrived, so you can try it out."

After hesitating for a while, Anson did not refuse.

Led by Cole, the two walked back to the living room along the spiral staircase, and walked through the small door behind the bar into the basement shooting range.

"Click."

Cole Dorian picked up a suitcase from the corner and opened it in front of Anson; it contained a revolver, a whistle, and a pocket watch.

"I have to say that your clerk is really well-informed. These three items are all standard equipment for the Inquisition." Cole smiled and took out the one that Anson had seen from the suitcase, which was more than normal. A revolver with twice the length of the gun:

"The first is this 'dagger' - a classic model of the saint's calendar in the 90th year. Since its birth, the judge of the Church of Order has not changed his gun for ten years."

"The biggest feature of it is that it is powerful enough. It uses the same type of paper shell bullet as the Leopold rifle. It has a capacity of six rounds. One shot can penetrate a solid wood door covered with iron sheets, or blow someone's head. "

"The disadvantage is that the recoil is not too small, and then because the power is too high, the lead bullet will often shatter when hitting the target... er... Although this is not a disadvantage in our opinion."

If the purpose is to blow the enemy's head, it is indeed not a disadvantage... Anson twitched the corner of his mouth and took the "dagger" from Cole.

Feeling the heaviness in the palm of my hand, this revolver not only has twice the barrel length of the normal gun, but also almost twice the weight, but the amazing thing is that the long barrel is still balanced, and there is no center of gravity. offset situation.

"It's a good weapon."

"As long as you like it." Cole smiled calmly, and took out the whistle and pocket watch from the box:

"The Inquisitor's whistle has four scales; a musical score is attached, which can be used to convey information to the surrounding Inquisitors when necessary."

"The Inquisitor pocket watch... ah, this is the original version with only a clock and a compass, but it has twice the time and stability of a regular pocket watch—both are very useful pieces of equipment." Cole introduced, pushing the suitcase in front of Anson. .

So why only the revolver has its own name, and the whistle and pocket watch can only be prefixed with "Judge"... Anson, who couldn't help but complain, took the whistle and pocket watch and put it in the pocket of his jacket.

"These three pieces of equipment are all free, which is our sincerity to cooperate with you." Closing the box in his hand, Cole smiled at Anson:

"If you still need some special weapons or equipment, please place an order in person or with your clerk at our weapons workshop - of course, only at the cost price."

"Thank you." An Sen, who smiled slightly, asked casually:

"Then where is the Inquisition's weapons workshop?"

"next door."

"Um?"

"It's right next door to this club." Colton stopped, raised his finger and pointed to the top of his head:

"You know, the 'Old Alfred Tailor' on the left side of the club."

Um? !

Anson was really shocked - the dignified Inquisition, the headquarters is a club, the training facility is a gym, and the weapons workshop is a tailor shop... Are you really a group of serious inquisitors? !

"why?"

"Why... there is no reason." Cole blinked and smiled as a matter of course:

"Old Alfred, who is currently in charge of the inquest's weaponry, used to be a tailor, and he still hasn't given up his interest in this line of work; we thought about it and let him open a tailor shop next to the headquarters - that's normal. ."

No, it doesn't feel normal no matter how you hear it... Anson changed his question: "Then if I go to this store to buy clothes..."

"Of course, old Alfred's craftsmanship is very good, and the fees are not expensive." Cole replied briskly:

"He usually only makes dresses or formal suits for banquets, but the business has not been very good in the past two years. He also makes ordinary coats and hats. We make all the clothes for the four seasons of the year for him...what else? Problem?"

"...Only one question." Anson forced a smile:

"How many properties are there in the city of Clovis where the Inquisition is located?"

"Oh, so you want to ask this!" The young judge suddenly realized, and then smiled brightly at An Sen:

"This is a secret."

"..." Anson Bach.

Well, think about it too.

The two chatted for a while, walking to the shooting range while talking and shooting at the fixed target that was riddled with holes.

Cole Dorian's description of the power of the "dagger" with the gun is not exaggerated in the slightest: the lead bullet shot from the gun flame does not pass through the target, but directly explodes a bullet hole on it. ; The shattered lead bullets spread around like shotguns, smashing apart pieces of sparks.

At the same time, the recoil was not too large. The impact from the palm and wrist made Anson almost think that he was holding a real Leopold rifle.

It is very powerful and has a stable ballistic trajectory. It is a weapon specially aimed at the caster-because probably only when killing the caster does it need to blow the opponent's head or heart... Anson concluded.

When the smoke was so thick that no one could be seen, the two finally stopped shooting and left the choking basement with their sore arms.

When I returned to the living room, I realized that it was already evening.

"Are you interested in having dinner together?" Looking at the rising moon outside the window, Cole, whose right arm naturally drooped, warmly invited:

"You know, there's a cafe next to our headquarters, where the..."

"No need!" An Sen quickly refused, for fear that the other party would tell him that it was also a secret agency:

"I have a sister who is still waiting for me at home. I can't let her wait in a hurry."

"Oh?" Cole's eyes lit up: "You also have a younger sister, UU reading www.uukanshu.com really envy you!"

"She's only twelve years old this year." An Sen smiled calmly:

"But I'm no longer her match."

"Haha... I can't see that you are so fond of joking."

Cole Dorian sent Anson to the door and took the initiative to pull the door forward:

"Then we will see you tomorrow, Your Excellency Anson Bach."

"Okay, then..."

With a smile on his face, An Sen's words came to an abrupt end.

A pair of slightly confused ice-blue eyes stopped outside the club door at some point.

"Anson Bach?"

"How...why are you here?"

Chapter end