I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 95

Soon, the whole banquet pushed the atmosphere to its peak amid thunderous applause.

With a glass of wine, the wizard ambassador Maurice Périgord walked among the guests in a graceful manner, humbly receiving everyone's compliments on his "Declaration of Peace" just now, and using humorous and witty conversations to conquer those who had just just arrived. Young ladies who step into social situations.

He was so smug tonight.

The Ring of Order is on top. If it weren't for the lack of money to bribe the elf king's valet, how could he, an elf with seven-eighths of "pure blood", be willing to serve as an ambassador in the capital of Iser's old enemy?

But no one expected that the empire would suddenly declare war on the Kingdom of Clovis.

No one thought that Clovis, who had local advantages and fortresses, would be defeated in front of the empire!

Maurice Périgord, who was originally trembling and worried that the Clovis Kingdom would invade Iser, would be taken as a hostage and even beheaded, discovered overnight that the entire Clovis high society was courting him.

After figuring out the reason, he began to "walk around", on various occasions to these Clovis people to pass on "how the Yisel elves love peace", and then reaped big rewards.

Tonight's banquet is also one of his "routine walks". The only difference is that this time the Archbishop of Clovis Kingdom is also present.

Lord Luther Franz is very generous. He has 100,000 gold coins for the "meeting gift" alone, and hints that he can get more after the event is completed... But the problem is that he must make a certain commitment.

This is really embarrassing for Morris, and what makes him even more difficult is that the Lord Archbishop actually persuaded the Clovis people to stop the expansion of the railway and lay off 4,000 people.

With a slightly drunk face, the funny and dignified elf ambassador walked out of the crowd calmly after causing the guests to laugh with an imperial joke.

Before leaving, he did not forget to secretly signal to a few young and beautiful girls, implying that the other party "will not lock the door by himself", and then quietly left the banquet hall.

Walking into the lounge specially prepared by St. Isaacs College, Morris, who was sitting at the desk, took a letter.

He was going to tell the Elf King about the recent Clovis turmoil as it was, and then brag about how he was "struggling with reason", which made the Clovis people "unwilling" to cut down on railway investment; persuade His Majesty " The demands of the empire are just a snake and wait for the opportunity.” When the riots in Clovis city are beyond control, they will “hold high the banner of righteousness”, fight side by side with the imperial army, and take the opportunity to claim Clovis' southern territory…

"Dong Dong Dong!"

A slightly hurried knock on the door interrupted Morris, who was getting more and more excited by the wine.

The interrupted elf ambassador was a little unhappy, but suddenly thought that it might be a smart little girl who understood her suggestion, and began to think about it again.

The developed textile industry and chemical industry in the Clovis Kingdom make the girls here far more keen on makeup and dressing up than the traditional Iser elves. The elves ambassadors who have lived here for several years feel the romance across races.

"Cough cough... Please come in."

After clearing his throat, Morris, who hurriedly put away the letterhead, got up from behind the desk and took a bottle of bright, blood-like fine red wine from the wine cabinet beside him.

The door was pushed in by a young bachelor, and Morris, who was a little disappointed, frowned slightly; although the bachelor looked quite handsome, he had no hobbies in that regard.

"I'm sorry, may I ask who you are..."

"You may call me Bloane, a student of Professor Mace Hornard."

The young bachelor put his hands behind his back, bowed slightly and said, "May I ask if you have time for a cup of coffee now, the professor hopes to have a private chat with you."

"Sorry, but I don't know any Professor Mace Hornard." The elf ambassador, who felt a little inexplicable, frowned slightly, but still maintained his usual demeanor:

"Please tell this professor, just say I..."

"boom."

Before he finished speaking, the expressionless Bron had entered the room and pressed against the door.

The slightly drunk Morris instantly sobered up, and the right hand that put down the wine bottle pressed the gun on his waist:

"What do you want to do?"

Bloane didn't answer his question, and walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

"call-"

Morris stood up abruptly, and his right hand suddenly lifted his dress jacket, revealing the grip of the gun clenched in his hand:

"Mr. Bloane, I warn you to stop, I don't think we want to make things less dignified?"

As if he hadn't heard his voice, Bron was still approaching step by step, and cold sweat fell from Morris's temples.

"Click!"

The elf ambassador pointed his gun at the figure of the young maester.

"This is the final warning!" Morris tensed his nerves nervously:

"If you don't stop, I'm going to shoot!"

The figure of the young bachelor paused, his footsteps hanging in the air.

But when Morris finally breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw a sneer at the corner of the indifferent Bronny's mouth and continued to walk towards him.

Feeling that he was being tricked, the elf ambassador pulled the trigger with anger in his heart.

And then... nothing happened.

"This-?!"

The stunned Morris was shocked... No matter how hard he tried, the index finger of his right hand seemed to be out of control, and he couldn't pull the trigger.

Is your body under control? !

At that moment, his eyes were filled with astonishment.

Braun stood at the table with his hands behind his back, and put his forehead against Morris's gun on purpose.

"Ambassador Maurice Périgord, you seem surprised." Looking at his expression, Bloane sneered:

"Why are you surprised... Lord Maurice the Conjurer?"

"How do you know..."

The stunned Morris blurted out, but changed his words abruptly in the next second: "You lunatic, this is St. Isaac's College, the site of the Church of Order!"

"Do you believe that as long as I shout, a judge will rush in and beat you to pieces with a musket, and then dig out your brain and heart?!"

"I know."

Bronne said lightly, with a mocking gleam in his ice-blue eyes, and gently held the delicate and patterned gun in the elf ambassador's hand:

"I even know that there are three Inquisitors now, lying in ambush in the room next to us, waiting for the moment when I use magic to expose myself."

I knew it!

Morris was ecstatic, but immediately realized that something was not right - since the other party knew that he was being targeted, how could he still be himself?

Why did he cast a spell on himself, and the judge next door didn't even react at all?

"This is a trap?!"

"Smart."

While answering, the young bachelor put the pistol on the table: "This room used to be Professor Mace Hornard's office. It was temporarily requisitioned because of the banquet, as a lounge for certain VIPs."

"The reason is very simple... Of all the professors, Professor Mace Hornard is the only one who won't lock the door."

"Just now, you actually used the professor's pen."

The terrified Morris still maintained the posture of standing and raising the gun - not only the fingers, but now the whole body except the head has lost control!

"Come on, there is an old **** sect here!"

"Help! Anyone, come and help me!"

The hoarse shouts echoed continuously in the room, but there was no movement outside the door, and the whole room seemed to be isolated from the world.

The elf ambassador became more and more frightened, and looked at Bronne who sneered at him in disbelief:

"Difficult, could it be that the whole room is a trap set by you, and you already knew that I would come in?!"

"No, and I don't know either." The young bachelor shook his head and took out a bottle of potion from his pocket:

"But no one outside the house can hear you, because Professor Mace Hornard's office has a characteristic soundproof wall."

"Soundproof wall?!"

"That's right, the high-quality gypsum board and the rock wool imported from the volcanic islands use the latest wall design. Even if a grenade explodes in the room, only a little movement can be heard outside."

Playing with the potion bottle in his hand, looking at the psychedelic purple liquid in the glass wall, Bronne sneered:

"Different from the traditional empires and the old gods of Iser, our Clovis spellcasters respect science while following the will of the three old gods."

"you…"

The terrified elf ambassador opened his mouth. He wanted to say something first, but found that his head was out of control, and his entire body was already under the control of the other party.

He could only watch helplessly as Bronne put the potion bottle in front of him, took out a glass needle from his pocket, and looked at himself coldly:

"For example, this bottle of potion - if I open the bottle cap directly and pour it into your mouth, there will be magical aura leaking out anyway, so that the judges in the next room will notice."

"But if I inject it directly into your vein with a needle, that ... delays the time by three to five minutes."

Watching the young bachelor use a needle to extract the medicine from the bottle, the hairs on the back of Maurice, who was almost desperate, stood up one after another, and he even lost the courage to resist.

A spellcaster who can imprint magic on a pen without leaving the slightest trace is definitely not something that a small third-order conjurer can resist!

The icy potion was injected from his wrist, and he could even see the purplish-red bright liquid flowing down the blood vessels, bit by bit swallowing up his arms, then his shoulders, chest, torso...

An indescribable sense of strangeness wrapped around his heart like a real feeling. The despair of dying made Morris resist instinctively, and even took the initiative to release the secret, hoping that the judge outside the house would be able to detect it.

But it was a pointless struggle after all. He couldn't even stop the flow of the medicine, and there was no sign that the closed door would be knocked open.

"Why... you want to kill me?"

Looking at the back of Bronne turning away, Morris, who was lying on the desk and twitching, asked in a hoarse voice, "Don't you know...if I die here...what will it mean?"

Braun, who was holding the doorknob with his right hand, stopped.

He slowly turned his head back and stared at Morris, who was still struggling to death, with a look at the traitor:

"This...not a question a real spellcaster...would ask."

The voice fell, and Bronne slammed the door away.

…

"how is the situation?"

In the room next to the lounge, Cole Dorian changed his usual laughing face and looked at Sera with scarlet eyes with a serious expression: "Is there any abnormal reaction?"

The female judge was silent for a long time, then shook her head hesitantly:

"There are indeed weak traces of magic on Bron's body, but they are too weak to be used as evidence even once using ordinary magic."

"Is that enough to take him away for interrogation?"

"The Black Mage already knows that his identity has been exposed, and taking his most important cronies away in the current situation is no different from officially declaring war."

"Declaring war is declaring war. Are we still afraid that a spellcaster will fail?!"

"The premise is that neither the elf ambassador nor the archbishop are here."

"So what, not to mention that the elf ambassador may be dead..."

The second-class judge who stopped talking, suddenly widened his eyes.

The two people who were lying on the edge of the door looked through a narrow gap and watched the door of the lounge next door opened again, and the living Maurice Périgord pushed the door out and walked towards the stairs at the other end of the corridor.

The dress on his body looked a little messy, as if it had been kneaded fiercely, and his drunken complexion was also a little sluggish.

Thinking of Bronne who left a few minutes ago, the two judges, a man and a woman, fell into a strange silence at the same time.

After a while, Cole Dorian said awkwardly:

"You said...would it be the same as what we thought?"

"I don't know what you're thinking." The expressionless female judge resolutely vetoed.

"Stop pretending, my Miss Serra Virgil—I only found out when I saw your collection!"

"What? I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

"Hehe... Let's be honest, I think that kid named Bron is quite handsome. Could it be that he is your type?"

"Lord Cole Dorian, I didn't expect you to be not only an idiot, but a thief and a conspiracy theorist!"

"Admit it, you really think so too!"

"I don't know anything about what you said!"

... Just when the two of you were talking to each other, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com has been sitting next to him with his eyes closed, and Lawrence suddenly opened his eyes and got up from his chair:

"Okay, stop arguing!"

"Captain?!" The two turned their heads in unison.

"Sera, you go to the lounge to check the situation and see if the other party has left any clues." Lawrence said in a hoarse voice:

"Cole and I go to the banquet hall, even if we can't arrest Black Mage and Bron tonight, we have to keep an eye on their every move - evidence is of course important, but if the situation is bad, we can take direct action if necessary. "

"We are the Inquisition, we don't fight for a kingdom or king, we guard the beliefs of the entire ordered world!"

"Yes!"

The three with solemn expressions got up and left, but just as the door was opened, a gunshot suddenly came from the banquet hall downstairs.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp scream resounded throughout the castle!

Chapter end

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