I Will Be The Crowned King

"This is really, a little unexpected..."

Cole Dorian, whose face was blue, narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered to himself in a low voice.

Standing under the crumbling chandelier, the shivering Tong Kong looked around at the somewhat small living room - the charcoal in the fireplace had not been completely burned, and the open kitchen could faintly smell the aroma of grilled fish and freshly baked bread. A piece of cake that seemed to have been left for a while, but still remained untouched.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a family is busy preparing lunch, ready to feast and enjoy a good time together.

Well, if you can ignore the blood on the ground and the three corpses lying across the living room.

The ceiling, the carpet, and the white walls were filled with viscous dark red liquid, and on the sofa in front of the fireplace sat the headless corpse of an adult male, his body maintaining the motion of getting up.

And in the position behind him, leaning against the door, there was a dead boy lying on his side, his body was cut off from the torso near the chest, his limp right hand and the godless eye child were all aimed at the direction of the sofa; In addition to the dried up blood plasma, there seemed to be a cry for help that had already solidified.

The last corpse was piled up in the scented kitchen, an adult woman, wearing a somewhat old linen apron; it was like taking a nap after cooking and sitting limply in the corner.

It had already happened at least half an hour ago, but at this moment it appeared vividly in front of Cole's eyes: the murderer entered from the main entrance, killed the teenager with a sharp weapon, and then blew the head of the adult on the sofa, and left him in the kitchen. The woman who was cooking cut her neck before she knew it.

For half an hour, I promised... On behalf of the entire Truth Seeking Order, the John family, who had promised to ensure their personal safety, died right before my eyes.

As if he could hear the cries of the souls in the small room, Cole, who had been silent for five minutes, finally released his right index finger holding the trigger, took a deep breath, and poured the thick smell of blood into his chest:

"The time and whereabouts of the murderer... Can it be determined?"

"can!"

Although it was an extremely calm tone, the judge next to him was still full of excitement, and subconsciously replied: "The other party did not hide his whereabouts, he should have ambushed in another apartment in the surrounding street ahead of time.

Immediately evacuate by carriage. "

"If you count the time, they should not have left the inner city by now. Our people have already gone after them. By the way, the other team has also locked the opponent's hideout and is conducting a search, and clues will be found soon."

"No cover up... Was it discovered by us, or was it disdainful?" Cole said solemnly:

"Everything that John's intelligence can give has been taken away by us. What is their motive for silence?"

"Uh... I'm ashamed to say it, but it should be the latter - the other party's concealment skills are quite good, so we shouldn't be caught so quickly." The judge was a little nervous.

"Oh, that means, they deliberately left traces to ambush us, or are they confident enough to throw us away?"

"It should be like this, so we also notified Whitehall Street in advance to set up a card block at the entrance of the inner and outer urban areas, and increase the patrol intensity of remote communities such as Old Wall Street - not for successful blocking, but at least to expose their whereabouts, If necessary, there can be reinforcements involved in the encirclement.”…

The judge regained his calm a little: "As for the motive for silence...it should be related to the identity of Your Excellency John."

"Identity, what identity?"

"This... a little complicated. In short, he should be a member of the Truth Society."

"Truth Club?!"

"That's right, and the little John who was killed at the same time doesn't seem to be his son - at least not in person, and his wife only met a year ago, and she shouldn't have had a wedding." The judge nodded slightly:

"Including the gang where he managed to infiltrate the 'Whispering' gang and then absconded to the inner city to tell the truth and ask for help, seems to be part of the plan of the truth - we even found him and the members of the truth in the room. The letterhead of the exchange, as well as the map of the inner and outer city of Clovis, are very detailed and may be more than what the trial has grasped."

"However, these 'wife' and 'son' should not be known. It is speculated that both of them should be just a cover for John's identity, but from the point of view of his first request for us to ensure the safety of these two people, there should be Really emotional; I don't have any traces of resistance on my body, I should be prepared for my own fate..."

The Inquisitor continued to speak, and every time he said more, Cole's face darkened.

"The truth club, the truth club again, why are these guys always haunted..." The Chief Inquisitor, who was so angry that he gritted his teeth, muttered to himself, and his original serious expression became strange.

The arrangement of the Truth Society, that is to say, they are also taking action against "Whisper" and the forces behind him, and insisted that the Truth Seeking Order and Clovis Cathedral will never sit idly by, of course, this is true.

It would be very strange if that was the case... They are both old gods or heretical organizations, they should hope that these old gods will infiltrate Clovis City, so that they can more easily win over and use them, The people and organizations who oppose the church continue to do things like they did in the Naxil Kingdom, Hantu, and the Elven Kingdom of Insel; why suddenly uncharacteristically decided to stand on the stand of justice and fight for the order of the world already?

Of course, the reverse is also true... If he was "whispering", even if he knew that John was a spy of the Truth Society, he wouldn't have chased him with such fanfare. To be honest, he didn't have much information, and the real value of use lies in the future. Can continue to infiltrate, as the inner ghost of the trial; since he has discovered his identity, why not use it in turn, deliberately induce and deceive himself, but kill him so arrogantly?

Cole didn't understand, but he knew that the only reason for such a counterintuitive situation was that the information he had was not comprehensive. There must have been something he had overlooked, but he was very sure of one thing:

"Anson Bach... That guy must know a lot of information about the Truth Society!"

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"I, how do you think I know this?"

Facing the mysterious Erich teacher, Anson, who pointed to himself, was dumbfounded: "The truth will... Are you talking about Saint Isaac?"...

While pretending to be stupid and stunned, his heart was pounding again... Although he knew that the truth would indeed be pervasive, it was too exaggerated to have a teacher who had been with him for many years as one of their members.

To be honest, if a home was here right now, he really wanted to grab him by the collar and put a gun to his temples and ask him what else they didn't put people in.

"Saint Isaac? Uh... It can only be said that there is a relationship, of course, it is not a lot, only a little."

Different from Anson's stunned expression, Teacher Erich explained in a very ordinary way that it seems that such an anti-thief organization ordered by the church to be hunted down is no big deal: "I just use it as an example, by the way, ask you You know it, it's that simple."

"Oh, so what you really meant to say was..."

"All in all, we also have a similar organization." Erich picked up the wine glass on the table: "Of course it's not as exaggerated as an elite group like the Truth Society, but it's not too small in scale."

Anson nodded slightly - he can now be sure that he and Erich's "Truth Club" are not the same.

"Actually, you should also know that the army is not monolithic. The relationship between origin, region, family, lack of funds or sufficient funds will all have an impact. There are still many large and small groups, but some It’s more compact, and some are more loose.”

Erich, who was holding the wine glass, took a sip: "Although everyone is nominally under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of War, who is in charge of running the Ministry of War? Isn't it still us officers, since this is the case, then there must be power The bigger ones can stand above others and enjoy all the benefits alone!"

"Understood, just like there are radicals, conservatives and a few neutrals in the Privy Council, a larger committee can control one of the factions, and then use this faction to override the entire Privy Council, and then control the entire kingdom." Anson analysis road:

"In the Ministry of the Army, some high-ranking few people control a certain group, and then control the situation on the scale of this group, and then kidnap the entire army, so the army seems to be unimaginable to the outside world. Unity, that is, Incredibly invincible."

"Exactly, it seems that you understand this very well!"

Erich's eyes lit up: "In this case, it seems that I really found the right thing to find you... Also, in two years, from Hantu to Yinsel to the new world, if there is no such thing as a quick clarification in the chaotic situation With the ability to connect, you probably won't be able to come back alive so easily, and you can become a thorn in the eyes of those people in the Army Department!"

"Where, you won the prize." An Sen chuckled and leaned forward slightly: "So... you came to invite me to join a certain group you belong to?"

"Uh... It's just an introduction. After all, I didn't expect you to come to the door today!"

Erich laughed: "But you're right, I really want to win you over, and I've said the reason - you're already the best in the last few episodes of Skirmisher Corey!"

"As for the Ministry of the Army... As you said, there are two factions in the capital and the provinces. The officers from Clovis City are the capital's faction, and the officers in all other places are the provincial factions."

"And in the Royal Capital faction, the strongest is the 'Blood Bayonet Club'... All members are majors or above, and their family background is at least 700 years old. , the rank is at least lieutenant colonel, otherwise, you will not be eligible to join."

"It's a club, but it's actually a small circle of dignitaries... These people have monopolized about half of the positions in the Ministry of the Army for a long time, especially the most critical and most important positions; , are all proponents of the so-called 'Continental Army' doctrine."

Anson nodded slightly. The so-called "Continental Army" is completely different from Ludwig's "Large Legion". It means that Clovis should try to reduce the cost of soldiers' equipment and training, and increase the number of soldiers as much as possible. Expand each legion from the current 10,000 to 30,000 to 30,000 to 50,000, and gain an advantage in strength against the Empire.

It should be said that this theory is not without a realistic basis... Although the total military strength of the Empire is definitely far above Clovis, they need a lot of time to assemble each time they fight. If Clovis can quickly increase his troops within a certain period of time, it is possible In turn, it forms a rolling advantage.

As long as the scale is large enough and the assembly is fast enough, it can shock the empire and make it dare not use force easily.

The only problem is that the Clovis Corps established under the guidance of this doctrine may not have a single artillery piece for 2,000 people, and the cavalry can only exist at the infantry division level. Aiming and shooting, being able to walk in formation is already the limit.

"As you may also know, this theory is almost the mainstream idea of ​​the Clovis Army; the longer the war with the Empire lasts, the disciplines and theories like us who advocate reducing the size of the legion and improving the quality of individual soldiers and the scale of firepower, The more alien it looks." Teacher Erich shook his head:

"Even if you equip a few more cannons, how about replacing the front-loaded rifles in the hands of the soldiers with rear-loaded rifles to increase firepower, or to rifled guns to improve accuracy; the 'Continental Army' can arm three or even four at the same cost Soldier, can a legion built according to these doctrines be able to fight one against three?"

"In the past, we had no theoretical basis, and there was no real record of UU reading www.uukanshu.com to prove that expanding the scale of artillery or increasing the number of skirmishers could have a real impact on the situation of the war - not only because these effects did not seem so obvious, It's more because we couldn't convince the War Department to actually act on those doctrines."

"Although some legions have indeed made changes in this regard, they are either too small to see any difference, or they are simply not doing it properly, they are just empty names, and they cannot achieve practical results at all." Instructor Erich sighed. :

"But because our number is too small and the scale is too small, we are still mainly members of the 'Wangdu faction', and we are naturally dissatisfied by the 'outer province faction', and are targeted by a real powerful organization such as the 'Blood Bayonet'. , I can't speak at all, and I can't find any evidence."

"But here I am." Anson said softly, "Right?"

Drinking up the rum in the glass, Erich, with foam on the corners of his mouth, nodded solemnly:

"Yes, until you come."