I will be crowned king

At that moment, Anson, expressionless, stroked his forehead and remained silent.

She seemed to be mistaken for some chatty novelist by him...no, she?

Anson pressed his temples tightly and used his right arm to cover his face. At the same time, he calmed down and began to think about countermeasures.

For some reason, whenever I hear the name "Draco" recently, I feel the urge to hit someone...

Regarding the current emergency situation, Anson could only think of two ways to deal with it for a moment: first, to clarify immediately and tell the other party that he had identified the wrong person, but this would involve a certain risk of exposing his identity;

The second is to pretend to be a chatty novelist and try to get words out of the other person's mouth; but this is also very risky, as the other person can immediately expose himself as long as he has contact with Draco once.

There was no time to think... With his head lowered, Anson's pupils flashed brightly, and he made a decisive decision to choose the second one - since the opportunity was knocking on the door, he could not give up the opportunity to extract information from the other party.

Take a gamble!

Anson made up his mind and coughed lightly, took a deep breath and slowly straightened up, with a confident smile on his lips:

"I……"

"You don't need to explain." Before he could say the second word, the girl who stared intently suddenly interrupted in a low voice, with a slight tremor in her calm voice:

"I understand that those in your line of work cannot reveal too much, otherwise you risk exposing your identity."

What do you do?

A novelist who dares not reveal his identity...is he afraid of being criticized by readers?

Anson, who remained silent, turned his head to the other side, avoiding the girl's sight.

"But there is one more thing I'm very curious about. Why did you choose to meet here?" The girl with a soft voice still maintained her elegant sitting posture and did not move at all from the moment she sat down:

"Also, why do you know that I am also a member of this secret society - this is impossible, no one else knows about this except Angelica... Is it possible that even she has been bribed by you?!" There was a hint of surprise in the girl's voice.

Oh, so this is really a secret society?

Anson, who didn't dare to look back, hugged his shoulders with an expression of sudden realization on his face.

The girl who remained in the sitting position tensed slightly and remained silent for a moment as if she was controlling her emotions. She breathed slightly and whispered, "I never expected that you would actually do this."

"I'm warning you, although my father has told us that we are in a cooperative relationship, that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want - next time I discover your behavior that crosses the line, don't expect me to be merciful!"

That's right, don't be polite to him... Ansen nodded desperately in his heart.

As the time got closer to the start of the party, there were more and more people in the hall. People wearing various hoods or masks enjoyed the comfortable sofas and exquisite snacks, and communicated quietly or excitedly with each other.

The girl expertly picked up a cup of coffee from the snack rack, her elegant and dignified posture seemed very calm - it was obvious that this was not her first time here.

Just when Anson was hesitating whether to risk exposure and continue to try to extract words from her, the girl suddenly gently put down the coffee cup in her hand:

"That's the end of the negotiation. Have you brought your things?"

Anson, who was about to speak, immediately fell silent again.

Slightly sideways looking at the hesitant "novelist" from the corner of her eye, the girl snorted coldly, her lips hidden under the hood rising inadvertently: "Huh... I didn't expect that a bold and arrogant guy like you would... Are you actually so cautious?"

"Okay, I agree with your idea. A place with many people like this, even if it is hidden enough, is not a suitable place for trading - it is not too late to wait until the party is over to trade, but the price is that you have to answer me a question question."

"The truth about the bizarre murder on the Iron Sky!"

The moment the words fell, the silent Ansen clearly heard a hint of excitement in the girl's voice.

Before he could speak, the girl holding the coffee cup spoke very reservedly:

"I already know the general process of the whole incident - thirteen Guards officers, a lieutenant colonel and a captain died in the first-class compartment, and the bodies of the other eleven people were all in another second-class compartment. The time of death was basically the same, and there were obvious signs of fighting and gunfire at the scene, and no less than 30 bullet holes were even found in one carriage!"

"The answer from the train conductor and the witnesses at the scene was... vendetta, but that was just a facade you made to cover up, right? So how on earth did you manage to avoid everyone silently in full view of the whole train? Eyes, kill thirteen Guards officers?!"

The girl became more and more excited as she spoke. She was so excited that she even forgot her initial reserve. Her shining eyes seemed to be visible in the shadow under the hood.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Anson always felt that he had heard the other person's excited tone and tone somewhere.

He frowned in confusion for a moment and fell into deep thought.

But the girl on the side obviously misunderstood what he meant. After waiting to no avail, she withdrew her gaze and snorted slightly with a hint of disappointment: "Oh, you don't want to say yes?"

"Forget it, I didn't really want to know from the beginning anyway, I just couldn't bear to embarrass you, so I just gave you a step... If you don't want to, forget it."

"By the way, let me tell you a little news that is not very important - the Guards have already started to attack you. Their first step is to control all the people who have been in contact with you on the Iron Sky, question and track them. , arrest, extract confessions...it won’t take long before they spit out all the information about you.”

"No matter how good your little trick is, you will definitely betray the gang when the time comes, and then the Guardsmen who get the chance will be exposed in major newspapers."

"Of course, I am not interested in any of this myself."

Yes, I know you're not interested, and you really don't have to repeat it again... Anson continued to complain in his heart.

"But then some guy will definitely be in trouble, because the Guards will have a legitimate reason to arrest him. No matter the Privy Council or some powerful nobles and wealthy businessmen, no one will dare to save him unless..." The girl deliberately There was a long sound:

"A powerful force that is not afraid of the Guards and has nothing to do with the Privy Council is willing to lend a helping hand to save a certain guy's life from the clutches of death."

As she said that, she deliberately glanced at "Draco" beside her from the corner of her eye, hinting at something.

Anson, who noticed this "hint", was silent for a moment and suddenly sighed.

It's a bit unbearable.

He felt that if he continued to be so "silent", she would soon say everything she could say.

Secretly glancing at a certain "novelist" who was sighing, the somewhat proud girl frowned slightly.

He had already spoken to this point, why was he still indifferent?

Could it be that the current situation was all within his expectation, and that he was being chased by the Guards in Clovis City on purpose to attract the attention of other forces?

So luring himself here specifically to negotiate was part of his plan? !

Suddenly, the "enlightened" girl suddenly turned her head and looked at Anson with nervousness, fear, and a little bit of excitement and eagerness to try. Her body wrapped under the robe began to tremble slightly with excitement.

Hmm...what's going on with her?

Feeling the sudden and particularly complicated gaze beside him, Ansen, who remained silent, suddenly felt a little frightened.

"call--"

Several giant chandeliers that illuminated the entire red carpet hall turned around and went out, and the entire closed hall instantly fell into darkness.

The next second, several candles burning with purple-red flames appeared on the empty central altar. A tall and thin figure wearing a dark blue dress and a top hat appeared in the center of the candlelight, with most of his face covered. Under the top hat and monocle.

"Everyone...welcome to this little gathering."

He was sitting on an armrest sofa, his slender left leg raised casually so that he could place his folded hands on his knees:

"I am the Black Mage."