I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 76

Hearing that this passage is full of stealing concepts, distorting facts, and using partial "sophistry-style preaching", Anson simply didn't know what to say.

Is this the "special event" that the middle-aged unemployed worker was talking about?

After delivering his opening remarks, the grinning black-robed priest sat in front of the wine table without any image, with his sleeves spread like a rag on the greasy wine table, holding a mug and drinking dark beer.

But his "audience" seemed to have nothing to say, and looked at each other in front of the black-robed priest, looking at him with a dubious expression:

"Sir, we all know that you are a member of the church and have to speak for them; but one thing you must admit is that the church is hiding the truth from the world!"

"Yes, it must be so!" Someone in the audience immediately helped:

"They certainly didn't tell us all the truth, and the things they announced must have been fabricated by them!"

"That's right, those venerable Old Gods fighters said that the documents they handed down are completely different from the so-called 'official records' of the church!"

"puff!"

The black-robed priest laughed suddenly, and took a sip of dark beer, making the audience closest to him enjoy a shower.

"You don't agree?"

The somewhat ugly-looking spectator wiped the drink from his face...and maybe something else.

"Oh, no, no... I totally agree with your point of view." The black-robed priest raised his hands as if to please them and looked at them sincerely: "Yes, the church must not be completely telling the truth! But..."

As soon as he said "but", the surrounding audience immediately became nervous again.

"...So what?" The black-robed priest spread his hands:

"Knowing or not knowing the 'truth of history' is important to your life?"

"Gentlemen, you are all the hardest working people in the city, working hard to earn a living and paying off all kinds of loans - but trusting the old gods and knowing this and that truth really doesn't help you."

"But the Church of Order didn't help us either!" The man said indignantly:

"They just collect taxes, demand accounts, blackmail the poor - I'm not talking about you!"

"I know." The black-robed priest smiled mysteriously:

"But in fact, we can really help everyone."

"Oh?"

"Diligent and honorable gentlemen, devout believers of the Ring of Order." Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the black-robed priest pulled out a flyer from his pocket like a conjuration:

"Please allow me to recommend to you the latest credit business released by Order Church, comprehensive welfare micro-loans!"

"The procedure is simple, the procedure is simple, the scope is very wide, and various repayment methods are supported!" The black-robed priest, who was still struggling to deal with it just now, burst into great enthusiasm: "Now apply for Ximen Street Church immediately, and we will provide additional Account agency business and transfer business, no handling fee!"

"Oh, we will also present you a classic-looking, specially customized high-end canvas wallet; if you are not satisfied with our loan interest, just refund the full amount, no reason, no prerequisites!"

"All of this is just a thank you from the Church of Order to the devout believers!"

"..." Anson Bach.

Looking at the "spectators" who rushed out of the tavern impatiently, An Sen, who didn't know where to start complaining, breathed a sigh of relief; the bartender walking by took away the five copper plates on the table and handed An Sen a full glass dark beer:

"Sorry, I guess you might be disappointed today."

Anson looked at the bartender curiously, took the mug and took a sip: "Do you know the purpose of my visit?"

"Every guest who wears a coat comes to the Crown Tavern to hear Reverend Carin Jacques read Clovis Facts... That's the hallmark of this tavern."

The bartender said a little proudly, and then he couldn't help sighing: "But I can't hear it recently. The empire and the kingdom are at war, and many chambers of commerce and factories have gone bankrupt, causing the Clovis Cathedral to lose a lot of money. ; even our alcoholic priests were forced out to work, peddling small loans."

"What do those people want micro-loans for?"

"Gamble money." The bartender shrugged.

It's a perfect demand... Anson smiled with a cramp at the corner of his mouth.

After getting confirmation from the bartender, he finally knew why the voice sounded so familiar.

This apprentice priest named Karin Jacques is the spellcaster who sold himself the [Sharp Wind] magic book at St. Isaac's College!

After figuring out the identity of the other party, Anson raised his glass and got up while calculating in his mind: Bloun reminded him that this person is very cautious, and if something goes wrong, he will run away decisively, and he has a lot of magic props on him. Therefore, it is best to avoid the use of violence, so as not to startle the snake.

"Boom."

The drunken black-robed priest drank the last drop from the glass, and was about to get up when he saw another glass of dark beer in front of him.

A young man smiled and sat across from him, raising his glass to him with his left hand.

"Please, please..."

"Stay still, Mr. Carin Jacques."

Anson put down the wine glass and opened the hammer with a "click" with his right hand: "I warn you in the name of the Inquisition, don't do things that you will regret."

Glancing at the muzzle of the gun aimed at himself under the wine table, the black-robed priest instantly sobered up.

"You... hiccup! Are you from the inquisition?!" Carlin Jacques panicked after hiccups.

Curling the corners of his mouth, Anson neither admitted nor denied it.

"You... what are you asking me to do, I didn't do anything!" The black-robed priest's legs trembled, and his eyes seemed to bulge out:

"I'm a good person, I'm very religious, I haven't done anything bad, and I don't believe in old gods. Please believe me!"

"You are indeed not an old school of gods." Ansen nodded with a serious expression.

Kalin immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the corner of his mouth burst into an escaped smile.

"But you're a spellcaster."

Karin's smile froze on his face.

Ten seconds later, the black-robed priest, who was covered in alcohol, straightened his sitting position honestly; he glanced at the muzzle of the gun under the table, and put his legs together.

Anson nodded with satisfaction: "I think you must have seen it, I didn't come to catch you, otherwise we wouldn't be sitting here now."

"I just want to know, is Draco Wilts in this tavern?"

"Yes!" Kalin pursed his lips and swallowed his saliva with flickering eyes:

"...Neither."

The expressionless Anson looked at him, and the corner of his mouth suddenly smiled.

Then the top of "Bang!" smashed his closed knees with the muzzle.

"He's hiding in the attic of this tavern!" Kalin, who was completely shocked, said decisively:

"The door lock was changed by him, and there is a window facing the street. He can escape when there is movement!"

"Do you have the key?"

"Yes, and he trusts me very much, I can bring him out!" The black-robed priest patted his chest and looked at Anson very seriously:

"I've already seen that this person has a problem, and I've been preparing for it for a long time, just for today!"

Anson: "...lead the way."

"Okay!"

Anson put away his revolver and walked up the tavern stairs in tandem with Karin Jacques; the entire tavern was an abandoned building with peeling paint and wallpaper, tattered walls and creaking From the stairs, from time to time there was a cry like the wind.

At the entrance of the stairs, the black-robed priest gestured to Anson to stop him, and tiptoed to the door of the attic; he cautiously put his head on the crack in the door panel, and took out the key from his pocket.

"Click."

The door opened.

The black-robed priest pushed the door in, then closed the door with his backhand.

Playing with the "dagger" in his hand, An Sen, who was half-smiling, leaned against the wall and stared at the wooden door motionless.

After a while, Anson, who no longer waited, strode up the stairs and kicked the door open.

In the narrow attic, except for the sundries and beds everywhere, it was empty, and there was a humming sound from the wide open windows.

Sure enough... An Sen, who raised the corners of his mouth, turned around and left the tavern without looking back.

Ten minutes later, in the originally empty attic, the almost translucent Carin Jacques curled up in the corner behind the door, condensing into a solid body from head to toe.

"call----"

With his face flushed, he let out a long sigh of relief, raised his right hand while panting rapidly, and looked at the scratches on the cuff nails of his shirt with great pain.

"Hey...so deep, this guy has to pay Draco a lot of money, otherwise it will be a big loss."

The black-robed priest complained to himself, but was not in a hurry to leave - the guy who was disguised as a judge was probably still near the Crown Tavern.

The other party spent such a big price to block himself, I am afraid this time I have to be more careful than usual.

After waiting for another thirty minutes, after hearing that guests began to come in the tavern hall downstairs, Carin Jacques finally stood up; after spending thirty minutes thinking, he already had a whole set of ideas in his mind. Run plan.

First, he took off his priest's robe and found a rag-like coat and cap from the junk pile on the ground.

This is Carin Jacques's proud little trick: he usually wears a priest's robe and is the focus of almost the entire tavern, so as long as he changes into ordinary clothes, no one will notice unless he is close to his face.

Holding an empty wine bottle and pretending to be a hangover, the black-robed priest staggered down the stairs, lay down on the bar to confirm that the "Judge" was not there, and walked out of the Crown Tavern pretending to stagger.

He knocked open the wooden door, got into a rental carriage, and threw two copper plates to the driver: "Old Wall Street."

The first step is to leave the scene as soon as possible.

The coachman didn't ask any more questions, yawned, raised his whip, and left the Crown Tavern in a hurry.

Carlin, who pretended to be hungover, spread out on the seat, staring at the passing scenery behind him, making sure that no figure or carriage followed.

The galloping carriage turned around and slowed down slightly when passing through a long alley. Seizing the opportunity, he decisively opened the door, jumped off the carriage and threw himself on the ground.

The second step is to never leave the outer city.

The security of Clovis City collapsed and the security was slack, but there were still a large number of guards patrolling the inner city; since that person wanted to seize the house, it was very likely that he was with the guards.

More importantly, as a fugitive, it is the biggest taboo to go to a place that is completely unfamiliar to oneself.

Throwing his coat and cap into the trash can in the alley, Carin Jacques, with only his shirt left on his upper body, shivered in the cold wind; just when he didn't know what to do, two beggars sitting on the ground at the entrance of the alley greeted him. He gave a wicked smile.

The black-robed priest's eyes lit up.

A few minutes later, Karin, wearing an old coat and bonnet with a scarf around his neck, walked out of the long alley, played with a small purse, and returned on foot.

The third step, unless necessary, avoid all transportation.

The priest with his head bowed put his hands in his pockets and walked leisurely, walking aimlessly on the snowy street like a homeless person and an unemployed worker.

The empty streets are convenient for oneself to detect whether they are being followed, and it is also more convenient to run away; since the other party approached the door in a semi-threatening way, it means that he does not want to make things worse as long as there is a chance.

He should… block himself in an alley or a relatively closed place.

From one street to another, from one intersection to another, from day to noon, to afternoon... Carin Jacques, who became more and more stable in his heart, began to walk towards his true goal.

Simon Street Church.

The fourth step, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

A guy who pretends to be a judge would never dare to be exposed easily in an orderly church; and today, there is a small loan activity in the church on West Gate Street, and the afternoon is the most crowded time.

Only with the protection of believers and the church can you be safe enough.

Outside the gate of the crowded church, the black-robed priest took a form from a colleague who was too busy, disguised as a small loan person, and walked into the church.

When entering the waiting room, Kalin Jacques, who took the cover of the crowd, walked into another corridor, left the side door of the church, turned and walked into the public dormitory of the church.

Looking at the empty corridors and stairs, as well as the streets where people come and go, the black-robed priest finally breathed a sigh of relief, walked slowly to the door of his room, and took out the key.

"Crack."

The door opened.

With a little smugness, Carin Jacques pushed open the door, and his feet filled with lead were extremely light at the moment.

In the next second, the raised pace stopped in mid-air.

"Good afternoon, Reverend Karin Jacques."

Looking at the black-robed priest standing outside the door, Anson, who was sitting on the bed in the dormitory, yawned ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and greeted him - by the way, he opened the hammer of the "dagger", the black muzzle of the gun Aiming at his head:

"I see you running from the pub to the Old Wall Street and back from the Old Wall Street... It's been a busy day. Do you want to go eat something together? I'll treat you."

The black-robed priest stood motionless, his lips trembling:

"No, it's impossible, it's impossible... How, how did you know?"

"Difficult, difficult... You can see through? Or some kind of magic that can spy on other people's hearts, or any props that can lock someone's position?!"

"No, it's impossible, you are a newcomer of magic, how can you have these things?!"

"It does not matter."

Looking at the stunned Carlin Jacques, the corners of Anson's mouth rose slightly:

"It's important that you have a lot to tell me."

"a lot of!"

Chapter end