I Will Be The Crowned King

Beluga Harbour, midnight.

When the whole city was sleeping to welcome the new day, the roar of countless iron hooves and military boots resounded on the dark and deserted streets.

Teams dressed in red and black military uniforms, armed with torches, shuttled quickly between the streets and communities of Beluga Harbor; occasionally residents were awakened by the movement outside, just wanted to see what was going on outside, but did not wait to open the windows He was frightened by the sound of the warning iron whistle, locked the window and closed the curtain, hid under the table and shivered.

Although it was night and there was no warning, the soldiers spread out quite quickly - not only because they controlled all the churches in the city as strongholds, the patrols for nearly half a month and the city reconstruction work in the front end had already allowed the Storm Division to master the entire The traffic route map of Beluga Port, and is familiar with all traffic arteries and key commanding heights.

Fabian doesn't need to make too many arrangements. As long as he follows the patrol route he has established before, he can cooperate with the defenders in each stronghold (church) to block the entire Beluga Port.

In the continuous sound of iron whistles, the line infantry blocked important streets in the city in half-platoons, built fortifications and road cards at the intersections, and cut off various communities.

The hussars, holding torches high, rammed through the deserted streets, galloping on their horses and reporting the situation to various strongholds and Luca with whistles.

In less than half an hour, the entire Beluga Harbor has been brought under the surveillance of the storm division.

The guard company of more than 200 people is divided into two parts. Three-quarters are responsible for controlling the commanding heights in the city and serving as secret sentries. some more "special" tasks.

So he was woken up by the panicked family. The disheveled Speaker Harold got up from the bed and the first thing he knew was that his home was surrounded by the storm division.

"Lieutenant Colonel Fabien, what does this mean?!"

Harold, who was shivering in the wind whistling in only one pajamas, said in horror; against the expressionless ex-Guardian officer and the fifty soldiers of the Guards Company behind him, the usually unhurried Speaker of the House. It looked extremely embarrassed.

In fact, he can't remember the last time he looked so scared and embarrassed, when was it.

"Perform the mission." Fabian said coldly:

"Commander Anson Bach was invited to dinner tonight at the invitation of Lord Mason Weizler. He was assassinated by gangsters at Weizler's mansion; we are blocking the city and arresting the murderer."

"Lord Commander was assassinated?!" The frightened Harold blurted out, but then he realized that if Anson really died, how could the other party chat with him so calmly:

"Then... how is the situation now?"

"The commander is safe and sound, with only a small injury." Fabian still had an extremely indifferent expression:

"It seems that Lord Mason Weizler was a little frightened. I was still in a coma when I came here just now, and I should have woken up now."

"That's good, that's good..." Harold said seriously, and forced a smile:

"If that's the case, why did you come to me - shouldn't you protect the Commander and arrest the fleeing murderer?"

"That's the task of Major Karl and Lieutenant Colonel Alexei, not mine."

Fabian's tone was very casual, indifferent but without any tension: "Commander Anson Bach has personally confirmed that the murderer who attacked Weizler's Mansion was the accomplice who killed the four soldiers and criminals before, a group of self-proclaimed 'Unbelievable Knights' gang's underground gang."

"The Faithless Knights?"

"They are a group of traitors to the empire. The most important thing... They are all trained and talented people who have awakened the power of blood." Fabian explained:

"Commander Anson Bach killed several of them, but there are still at least three criminals still roaming in Beluga Harbor. It is very likely that they will launch revenge assassinations because of the failure of the plan."

"In order to avoid irreparable damage to Beluga Port, we have decided to focus on protecting important places and people in the city."

"As the Speaker of the Beluga Harbor Council, your importance to Beluga Harbor is second only to Commander Anson Bach; therefore, these fifty elite soldiers and I are exclusively responsible for your security work to ensure that there will be no accidents."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Fabian said this, Harold actually heard a bit of flattery from it.

"Oh, thank you for your enthusiasm and concern, you've worked really hard." Harold quickly expressed his goodwill and smiled while holding back his trembling body:

"But our family also has its own guards. Even if someone attacks, it is enough to protect ourselves; you really don't need to waste so many precious troops in order to protect me... Really!"

"I'm afraid that won't work." Seeing Harold trying to resist, Fabian's tone immediately became a bit colder:

"Protecting you is an order issued by Commander Anson Bach himself. Unless the crisis is resolved or it is the commander's request, we can't just leave."

"Oh, by the way, we set up a military post and Luca outside your house, and arranged a six-pounder gun; so please make sure your family members stay calm and don't go out without permission."

"Otherwise... I can't assure you that the artillerymen in charge of monitoring can keep calm anytime, anywhere."

"Okay...Okay...I...I'll tell them." Harold tried his best to restrain the corners of his mouth that kept trying to twitch, and said flatteringly.

Soon, he realized a very serious problem: "That is to say, all the members of the Beluga Harbor Council, you have arranged special people to protect their safety?"

"Of course." Fabian wrote lightly:

"Not only that, but the soldiers who are responsible for protecting them will also tell everyone what happened tonight, so as to avoid everyone's random speculation and make the situation even more tense."

"what?!"

The terrified Harold screamed in his heart, almost shouting out loud.

He now finally knows what Anson Bach wants to do!

Why did Mason suddenly invite Anson to the banquet, and who sent the damned Faithless Knights to attack the two of them, or a good play directed and acted by him or Mason... Now it doesn't matter.

What matters is what other people in the Beluga Harbor Council will think after hearing this?

Who would benefit the most from Ansen Bach's death? !

Who had the most power taken away after Anson Bach came to Moby Dick? !

Who was the stumbling block for Ansen Bach to seize control of Moby Dick and the colony? !

who? !

Of course, it's Speaker Harold of the dignified Beluga Harbor Council...myself!

You don't even have to think about it at all. After hearing the news, this must have been the first thought that popped into their minds; but Anson Bach used an excellent excuse to put everyone under house arrest alone and let them I can't collude with other people, and I can't even explain.

And once you've waited for tonight, everything will be settled... Even if you want to explain it, it's too late.

Fear came like a tide, causing Harold, who was standing in the cold wind, to shiver involuntarily.

Fabian put his hands behind his back, and looked at his pocket watch very casually, as if he didn't notice his rapidly changing expression:

"It's still a while before dawn, can you invite me in for a drink?"

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Port area, Weizler Mansion.

Mason Weizler, who was struggling with a headache, woke up from his coma, got up from the ground with his head, and opened his eyes with all his might.

The blurred vision became clear little by little. First, I saw the fireplace on the opposite side that was still burning with warm fire, followed by the intact dining table, the oil paintings on the wall... and the dining room that had become somewhat empty for some reason.

Of course, he knew why.

Other than that, the whole restaurant was so clean, neat, and welcoming; if it weren't for the disappearing furniture and the rugs and the blood on the walls, Mason Weizler would have thought it was all just a dream.

But Anson Bach, who was sitting in an easy chair across from him drinking rum and covered in blood, could attest that it was definitely not.

"you're awake?"

Hearing the movement behind him, An Sen turned his head to look behind him, and asked with a light smile, "How is it, is there anything uncomfortable?"

"No...no...everything..." Perhaps because of the heavy blow to the head, Mason, who hesitated, found himself unable to speak:

"I mean... I'm fine!"

"Thank goodness, that's great!"

An Sen's face showed a smile of information, he walked towards him very enthusiastically, and said kindly, "When I found out that you never woke up, I was very worried about your safety, for fear that something would go wrong!"

"Thank you for your concern, you are so kind..." Mason's heart warmed, and the panic just now seemed to calm down a little.

If Anson wasn't covered in blood and smelled of gunpowder from head to toe, he would have felt warmer.

Of course, this is not what he really cares about now: "By the way, then... those assassins, they still..."

"It's all settled."

Anson smiled and comforted, raised his hand and gently pressed Mason's shoulder.

"It's all... resolved?"

This imaginative answer made Mason feel a chill in his heart.

"That's right, it's all settled." Anson smiled unabated:

"Although it has caused a lot of trouble and losses, from now on, the Knights of No Faith will no longer be a threat to the peace and prosperity of Beluga Port."

Mason's expression froze directly on his face.

solved?

Several elite talents...the important cards that they spent years of energy and wealth investment were solved by...

By himself? !

I don't know why Mason suddenly had a strange urge to pounce on Anson Bach's clothes and face to see if there was a humanoid monster hidden in his body.

"This is just a knights of disbelief. There are still many similar armed groups lurking in Beluga Harbor." Anson continued:

"Only by solving them all can we ensure the prosperity and stability of Beluga Port, no matter what method... what do you think?"

"Oh... oh yes, yes!" Mason nodded quickly and said yes:

"I must, I must get rid of them all... all of them!"

"Of course, I myself hope to solve this problem by peaceful means as much as possible. After all, violence is always the only means that should be used when it is a last resort."

Anson chuckled and handed a glass of black rum to the restless Mason Weitzler: "I'll delegate the job of persuading 'those people' to you; Lord Mason, I hope you won't disappoint me. "

"That's for sure!" Mason took the wine glass with both hands, with a deadly expression on his face:

"You can completely trust me and I will definitely give you a satisfactory result."

Anson showed a very satisfied smile: "Very good, then I will thank you in advance."

"Also... Now that you are awake, I can leave with confidence; but please don't worry, I have dispatched a team of soldiers to be responsible for the safety of you and your family."

"At least tonight until 9:30 tomorrow morning, you don't have to worry about someone daring to attack this building; if they really want to do so, at least they have to step over the corpses of the storm division soldiers first."

After speaking, An Sen directly ignored the other's expression, turned around and walked out of the restaurant with a smile.

"Oh, right."

Just when Mason thought he was going to leave, and finally let out a sigh of relief, Anson suddenly stopped, looked back at him and gave him a light smile:

"I suddenly remembered that I might have to trouble you again and pass it on to Speaker Harold of the Beluga Harbor Council for me."

"Speaker Harold?" Mason immediately became more vigilant~www.novelmt.com~ asked cautiously, "Why do you have to let me hand it over to him?"

"Because this is actually a letter, the content is something I want to communicate with him." Anson explained:

"It may be because of emotional fluctuations that he can't understand my sincerity and thoughts when talking about these things in person, so he wants to use letterheads; if it can be through you instead of me and my people, it will be easier for him to accept."

"I see."

Mason suddenly realized, and immediately agreed: "No problem! I will give him this letter as soon as possible, and try my best to persuade him to accept it."

"Thank you so much." Anson thanked him and handed the letter to the other party.

This is a fairly ordinary letter, and it was not even sealed with ink pad, only a seal was stamped on the place where the pad was sealed, and on it was a family crest that he had never seen before.

After explaining the matter on the letterhead, Anson nodded slightly and said goodbye to Mason, and then left the Weizler Mansion without looking back.

Mason Weizler held the letterhead in both hands and sat motionless on the chair; it was not until he could finally hear Anson's footsteps that he finally let go of his already sore hands.

Then... he opened the letter without hesitation.

There were a total of two letter papers in it, and Mason, who was trembling, opened the first one;

[Yes, I knew you would take it apart and take a peek. 】

[So congratulations on your guess, this letter is actually for you, Your Excellency Mason Weizler. 】