I Will Be The Crowned King

Harold House, early morning.

"Boom!"

The loud noise like a cannonball smashed open the door of the mansion, and Derek, who was sleeping soundly, instantly woke up. He decisively drew his knife and rushed down the stairs, preparing to let some blind **** see and disturb the sleep of a Wild Hunt knight. What a heavy price to pay.

Ever since the Black Mage of the Knights died inexplicably at the hands of Anson Bach, the Moby Dick gang immediately lost their backbone and turned into mice biting each other and crossing the street without rules; they dared not control the block and kill people. He set fire to smuggle, but he did the act of breaking into private houses, stealing and kidnapping tickets.

If it was just theft, it would be fine. After all, this mansion has long been devoid of valuables. The problem is that the three new owners of the mansion cannot see the light. Here... I can only take the trouble to communicate and interact with those "guests" who take the initiative to come to the door and are particularly shy, use practical actions to influence them, realize that what I did is wrong, and I will not dare to do it again next time.

Of course, many times there is no next time at all.

But when he was standing in the hall, holding a pair of knives and preparing to "communicate" with the other party, he saw an extremely familiar face.

"Karnuo, you just came back?"

Derek, who was stunned in place, subconsciously said, "Why did you go...at night?"

With an ugly face, Karno glanced at the wild hunter who was barefoot and upper body, limping towards the stairs, and deliberately bumping him away with his shoulders.

"Hi!"

Derek shouted innocently, tilting his head and staring at the staggering tall back: "What are you doing with such a big temper, why am I offending you?"

"What happened?"

Ian Clemens came out of the door next to the hall in pajamas, and looked at the Wild Hunt knight who was yelling in the living room in confusion: "It's not five o'clock yet."

"Carno just came back from the outside, still full of anger." Derek pointed to the door that was knocked open with a knife, and shrugged to Ian: "What task did you assign him?"

"I don't know, I expect you to tell me."

Ian yawned wearily, rubbing his eyes desperately to wake himself up: "Wait, you said he just came back from outside?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"There must be another trouble in Beluga... We have to figure out the situation as soon as possible, and then decide whether to report the situation to Anson Bach." Ian pressed the sides of the nose near the eye sockets hard:

"The colleagues in this group of knights have an intelligence network that we do not have, and they are generally young. It is likely that after we settled in Beluga Port, another group of new recruits was recruited by the Crecy family - we can't cause that. Your High Commodore's suspicion."

For someone like Anson Bach who is extremely cautious, the trust he gives cannot be completely taken seriously. In more cases, it is only a tentative method, or even a deliberate trap... Ian is convinced of this.

"Okay, Carneau is up there, just ask."

Derek pointed to the top of his head indifferently: "He's in a fit of rage. If he's not afraid of being stabbed to death by a gun, he'll ask for help. I'm not going anyway."

"This is also..."

Ian sighed: "Karno... is the kind of friend who can always reassure people, but never tell you his sincerity; when you think you already know him, you will feel a sense of embarrassment in his taciturnity. Barriers not to wear - we may never really know his heart."

"Especially during his worst days of the month," Derek added.

"Yes." Ian nodded seriously:

"Especially during his month..."

"Boom - boom!"

Before he finished speaking, two black and thick spears ripped open the floor and stabbed at the heads of the two people at the same time.

And then... at the same time, it stopped at the moment when the spear tip was about to be topped up.

Looking at the pitch-black spear that was only a few inches away from the tip of his nose, Ian, who was stiff all over, kept his posture for the last second. He turned his gaze to the Wild Hunt knight on the opposite side with the cold sweat on his cheeks, and gestured down the stairs next to him with his eyes.

"why me?!"

Derek, who also turned into a wooden man, stared at Ian, desperately trying to lower his voice: "I said, he's angry, he's going to go by himself!"

"I don't want to die!"

"You think I want to?!"

"...You are a Wild Hunt Knight!"

"so what?"

"You are more resistant. Let him poke a few holes to vent his anger without dying."

"...Why don't you let him poke a few holes?!"

"Have you said enough?!"

A clearly articulated roar instantly silenced the hall.

The two who looked at each other looked at each other, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

"This is mainly because we are friends." Ian said to himself while coughing a few times: "So no matter how Karno gets angry later, we try not to make a sound - as friends, sharing the pain with each other It is a friendship that should be fulfilled.”

"well said."

Derek rolled his eyes and turned to look at the stairs: "Can I trouble you to go faster and don't deliberately throw me in front of you as a shield... my friend?"

The two looked at each other again, tacitly maintaining the same rhythm of going up the stairs.

………………

In the central square, the "Pious Faith" chapel.

In the empty prayer room, the uneasy Norton and the yawning Alexei were separated into two ends of the bench, and the soldiers of the Second Infantry Regiment came in and out behind them, crowded.

After spending a few hours, the two finally thoroughly checked the street where the attackers passed last night, and after reconfirming that there was nothing missing, the blockade was lifted - fortunately, there were not many people going out in the middle of the night, except for Except for the explosion and gunshots, it did not have any impact on the surrounding area.

Or even if there is, the residents of Beluga Harbor, who have experienced many battles, have long been used to it.

According to previous experience, Alexei is going to announce the end of the mission and **** the arrested conjurer boy back to the headquarters for custody, and then formally report it to Fabian or the commander-in-chief the next day. It has nothing to do with them.

Norton firmly disagreed.

Tracking and monitoring Chief of Staff Carl Bain was a task specially ordered by the commander-in-chief to give him, and this suspected teenager was the only result after two consecutive days of tracking. He couldn't bear any accidents at all and had to report it immediately.

It's just that he couldn't tell Alexei about this matter. Even under the eyes of the other party's infinite suspicion, he could only "stubbornly" insist on his attitude, forcibly holding the attacker in place, waiting for the arrival of the commander-in-chief.

Guincomprehensible Alexei finally agreed, albeit reluctantly.

As for the all-night search... Except for the street destroyed by the boy's homemade earth bomb, no extra clues or traces were found, and no accomplices were found.

If it wasn't for his identity as a conjurer and what he saw with his own eyes, even Norton himself would not be able to tell the difference between the boy and the ordinary passers-by in Beluga Harbor, let alone a child who almost killed the chief of staff of the Legion.

But now all these questions have nothing to do with him.

With the sound of "squeak~", An Sen with a dignified expression took the long-extinguished pipe, pushed the door and walked out of the room.

The two people with different complexions stood up decisively and quickly stepped forward: "Commander-in-chief..."

"Lieutenant Colonel Alexei Dukasky."

An Sen directly raised his hand to interrupt the two of them, and said lightly: "Now you immediately lead the 2nd Infantry Regiment to the training base of the shooting army outside the city, set up guards around, and tell them that I will go to inspect and check in an hour. Aboriginal soldiers' training results and barracks construction progress to prepare them."

"Before this, in order to prevent fraud or any false situation, all shooting army officers or soldiers are not allowed to leave the camp under any excuse, do you understand?"

Facing the Brigadier General's icy gaze, after tossing around all night, Alexei, who was unaware of what was going on, suddenly shuddered and beat his chest to pay tribute:

"Yes!"

The voice fell, and the second infantry commander turned and left. Before leaving, he glanced at his companion who was full of anxiety, and walked out of the church quickly.

"Lieutenant Colonel Norton, you did a great job."

Anson slowly put down the pipe at the corner of his mouth: "No, it should be more accurate than I imagined, your actions last night are very important, if we are lucky, we may be able to catch the Crecy family soon. At the tail of Beluga Harbor."

"Thank you for your compliment, Commander-in-Chief, but..."

After a two-second pause, Norton, who took a deep breath, said solemnly, "But I have to say, after two days of tracking and observation, I still don't think Chief of Staff Carl Bain has any suspicion of betraying you!"

"Really! I didn't say this to please you, or to cover up a lot of useless work I've done these days, or because I have a good impression of the Chief of Staff. He, he's... an extremely boring person!"

"I never go to a pub, I deal with a pile of documents all day, I don't have anything except eating, resting, and work. Any time that can become life, even your clerk is more interesting than him! Tracking him is just as incomparable. Patience-consuming, boring work—you know how terrifying it is to watch someone work seven hours a day, from afternoon to evening, without saying a word?"

"And what's more terrifying than this is that he...he sometimes...talks to himself!" Norton suddenly shuddered:

"At first I wondered if he was talking privately with a talent or spellcaster, or was being manipulated by someone or something... As a result, it turned out that he was just talking to himself, as if there was an audience around him It seems to be chatting and laughing there, it's just too terrifying, extremely terrifying!"

Looking at Lieutenant Colonel Lieutenant Colonel's ghostly expression, Anson's mouth suddenly twitched.

Speaking of which, have you squeezed Carl too hard?

I think should not be?

With a vague suspicion, he chuckled lightly:

"Of course I understand that."

"You know?!"

Norton's pupils shrank suddenly: "If that's the case, why do you want me to follow him?"

"Because it's a necessary part of figuring out something, making sure nothing goes wrong."

Anson gave a very obscure answer, and the silent lieutenant colonel frowned, but did not ask any further questions.

He had a hunch that it might be better not to know the truth about some things.

"Take the prisoner back to the headquarters' prison and hand it over to the Grenadier Corps for custody - tell them that this is the dangerous suspect who attacked the chief of staff last night, and you must be careful." Anson immediately ended the conversation between the two, with a deep voice ordered:

"Then lead the 3rd Infantry Regiment to the port, patrol as usual, and don't be noticed by anyone."

"Yes!"

Norton said no more, turned and walked towards the church.

After giving the order, Anson leisurely lit his pipe and left the church to head to the Beluga Harbor Council.

It was exactly 7:30, and there were not many people in the parliament. Anson, who walked into the smoking room, could take the opportunity to relax for a while, and then...

Not surprisingly, his loyal adjutant broke through the door.

"Do you know what happened last night?!"

The breathless Carl couldn't even wait to catch his breath, and went straight to the subject breathlessly: "I was looking up the materials of the Faithful Alliance in the church at the time, and then..."

"Then you were attacked, but you didn't see who it was. Until just now, you heard that a suspect of the Unbelieving Knights was caught by the church, right?"

The chief of staff who was interrupted by An Sen was stunned for a while, and sat down opposite An Sen in a dull manner:

"Have you heard of it?"

"...You can understand that." An Sen said calmly:

"I guess you came here specifically~www.wuxiamtl.com~ because you found some key clues in the data?"

"Not exactly - the content is too trivial, and it's all very subjective records, it's hard to say if it's true." Carl took out a notebook from his arms:

"I searched for the patrol records of the Faithful Alliance when you were assassinated on the day you were assassinated, and when the informant of the Knights was arrested, and found several very interesting clues - that is, all the militia patrolling during this period saw that there were shooting troops. Soldiers are on the move!"

"Of course, that alone doesn't mean much, after all, we are recruiting and training gunmen on a large scale, and they are basically indigenous people, and it is normal to receive attention; but from the days before your assassination until recently, they have been active. And the frequency of occurrence is unusually high.”

"And you mentioned before that the Crecy family behind the Knights is related to the old gods among the indigenous people, and the soldiers we recruited for the shooting army are basically indigenous people, so there may be a possibility..."

"Among the indigenous warriors, are there eyeliners from the Crecy family?" Anson asked rhetorically.

"It's just a guess, and I don't have any evidence to back it up."

Carl played with the notebook: "You can take this as a clue and find a time to investigate the shooting army up and down, what do you think?"

"I don't think it's time to find another time, today will be fine!"

Anson stood up decisively and snuffed out his pipe:

"How about a trip to the shooting army's barracks with me, and by the way, let them know the future commander of the shooting army?"