I Will Be The Crowned King

Text Chapter 63 The Value of the Dead

White Dove Market, "Honesty Stove" grocery store.

With the help of the night, Ian helped the injured Wild Hunter all the way to avoid the investigation and Luca of the Stormmaster and the Faithful Alliance, and came to the back door of the store. Pry open the warehouse.

The warehouse that was supposed to be full of charcoal and cinders turned out to be a rather refined-looking living room; soft and warm blankets, a nice-sized fireplace, a pot of hot stew on the stove, a spicy and pungent aroma There seems to be pepper too.

The pale-faced Derek was lying on the bed with his right arm on his back, and the wound under his blood-soaked sleeve was slowly healing itself; second only to the powerful vitality of the Holy Grail Knight, it was also one of the characteristics of the Wild Hunt Knight.

For Derek, everything that happened today was terrible. Not only did he fail to make up for his mistakes, he killed the **** who blew Lobo's head with his own hands, and he broke an arm to protect him. blow up.

But he soon discovered that it wasn't the worst.

"you know?!"

"Of course I know, otherwise how did you think that six-pounder field gun appeared in the tavern kitchen, and was just aimed at Anson Bach's seat on the other side of the room?"

"Then why didn't you tell me and Karno?!"

"Because if you want to deceive the enemy, you must first deceive yourself - this is also for your safety."

"But we were almost killed by that old antique!"

"Yes, I have to apologize to you about this, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?!"

"I'm sorry... I didn't tell you in advance."

"…"

After spending a minute to figure out the truth, the Wild Hunt Knight was about to collapse; not only did he break an arm to protect Anson Bach, but he also did it himself!

"…I have a question."

Resisting the urge to stab Ian to death, Derek gritted his teeth and said, "Why help Harold to assassinate Anson Bach, he can't give us anything, and don't you want to talk to that bastard?"

For this seemingly completely unreasonable question, Ian Clemens gave a very appropriate and reasonable explanation:

"Because Harold gave us ten thousand gold, and we didn't have to do anything but provide the venue and pretend we didn't know about it."

Derek's expression froze, and it took a while before he recovered:

"...that's a really good deal."

"The most important thing is that I didn't understand Harold's purpose at the time, so I agreed not to offend the speaker who just lost power."

There was a hint of remorse in Ian's eyes. The Knights of Untrustworthy had always been operating underground in Beluga Harbor. They didn't know much about the struggle for power within the parliament, nor did they have any interest in it, which led to their misjudgment due to poor information.

From Mason Weizler's assassination of Anson Bach to Speaker Harold's seizure of power by the parliament, only one day had passed; I never imagined that in such a short period of time, the power structure of the entire colony had undergone tremendous changes.

The Wild Hunt is completely uninterested in these:

"If it wasn't to kill Anson Bach, what was Harold's purpose?"

 …

"Escape?!"

The shocked Carl Bain's eyes widened and he almost fell straight from his chair.

"I'm afraid it is."

An Sen nodded lightly, with a rather helpless expression: "If it wasn't to kill me, then the only reason for him to do this would be to escape."

He has now roughly figured out what Harold thought: using the mercenaries he had bought to cause a large-scale commotion in Beluga Harbor City, and suppressing the riots would definitely lead to a shortage of storm division personnel, unable to take into account the entire city.

Even if Ansen Bach did not hesitate to transfer troops from the military camp to suppress, the time in between was enough for him to run away.

As for whether the old cannon can kill Anson... It doesn't matter at all, success is a surprise, failure... Anyway, the purpose of attracting attention has been achieved, and it doesn't matter at all.

However, his plans overlapped with Anson's.

In order to give the security authority to the Faithful Alliance, Anson reduced the strength of the Storm Division in the city and dispatched almost all the troops to the parliamentary area and the port.

As a result, the mercenaries he bought did not cause any commotion at all. They swaggered through the city and the streets with the weapons Harold gave them, arrived at the port area smoothly, and were completely destroyed by the cavalry lieutenants in one round.

A turmoil that should have affected the entire Beluga Harbor ended in less than fifteen minutes at the cost of a tavern plus Anson Bach himself being nearly bombed to the sky.

Of course, the end result was the same: Harold made a smooth run, escaping the pursuit of the Storm Division.

At present, the storm division's control in the colony is still very limited, and once it leaves the city, it is almost difficult to have any influence; not to mention those remote towns, even those farms close to the city are also indifferent to the garrison.

As long as he escaped from Beluga Harbor, it would be very difficult for the storm division to catch him.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Carl Bain threw the note on the table and sat up slightly: "Send someone to hunt down, and then issue a warrant to the entire colony to arrest the former Speaker who intends to murder the garrison commander?"

Anson hesitated for a moment seriously: "Do you think this will be successful?"

Carl also thought for a moment seriously: "I don't think these two are useful."

Anson Bach: "…"

"This is a colony, and Harold's influence and network in the entire Ice Dragon Fjord are much stronger than ours; if you send someone to chase him, he will definitely run away before the soldiers in charge of the chase arrive - this is still On the premise of not getting lost." Carl Bain said eloquently:

"The same is true for issuing a wanted notice. The premise of this thing being effective is that the local people are willing to cooperate; one is a newly arrived, obviously not very friendly garrison; the other is a speaker who has been cooperating all the year round and has recently lost power. Who."

"Oh, and if it doesn't work out, it might even provoke a reaction, and let Harold dress up as a hero against the tyranny of the native land, unite the entire colony and drive us away!"

"...Then why do you still mention this?"

"Because I'm your chief of staff." Covering the smile on the corner of his mouth, Carl spread his hands as a matter of course:

"You're paying me so that I can think of ideas for you, plus suggestions - even if it's a bad idea."

"Thank you, you are so worthy of your sixty gold coins per month, fourteen months' salary a year plus the salary of benefit commission."

Anson rolled his eyes.

"So what are you going to do specifically?" Carl asked seriously:

"Propaganda Harold as a heretic, and then let the Faithful Alliance or bribe assassins to kill him quietly?"

 …

"Absolutely not!"

Without waiting for Derek to finish, Ian categorically vetoed: "There must be no relationship between Harold and the Chrissy family, anything!"

"why?"

Derek didn't understand, this was obviously a very good plan: as long as Harold became the agent of the Crecy family in Moby-Dick Harbor, everything would follow.

As long as he was captured alive and handed over Harold's head and clues about the whereabouts of The Great Magic Book to Anson Bach, he would no longer doubt the identity of the Faithless Knights, and the Crecy family would be completely safe in the colony.

"Because Ansen Bach is not a fool who believes what anyone says!"

Ian said very calmly: "I can now assert that Anser Bach's previous words and deeds are enough to show that he already knows our relationship with the Kressey family!"

"The reason why we didn't do it right away is that it's just that we don't know how strong we are, and whether there is any value for cooperation or being used by him; otherwise, it is not Harold who ambushed outside the tavern today, but the soldiers of the Storm Division."

"And we can continue to deal with him, in addition to the use value, the more important thing is that he has no definite evidence in his hands; if we do this, it will be tantamount to directly admitting to him that we are the Kressey family, and we are afraid of being attacked. Someone else discovered this identity!"

Ian is very aware of the value of using Anson Bach by himself and the Faithless Knights, because they are a group of talented people wanted by the church, and the secret of the "Great Magic Book" in the hands of the Kresi family.

The former can be a very useful tool in his hands, and the latter is related to the ultimate vision of the Old God Sect - "The Great Magic Book" records the oldest history of the Old God Sect, as well as all magic in theory.

Those who have not acquired it may question the value of this "encyclopedia", but now that Ansen Bach has acquired one of its volumes, it must be clear how significant it really is and eager to get more.

In this case, the best attitude of the Faithless Knights regarding the Harold incident is to play stupid; anyway, Ansen Bach will surely know the truth of the assassination sooner or later, and it is pointless to deceive him on this matter.

The crux of the problem is that the Crecy family really decided to cooperate with Anson Bach, and how to ensure that he is sincere - from Bishop Ripper, who was used as a tool, to Mason Weitzler, who was drained of all the use value. , and Speaker Harold, who was tragically seized power, Ian believes that the "cooperation" in the mouth of the garrison commander may be closer to "obeying orders".

What can be done to avoid this tragic end, and to save the Crecy family?

…………

"Would you like to give up the hunt and just pick up Speaker Harold... What do you think?"

An Sen suddenly had an idea and suggested.

"Hold it up?" Carl raised his hands above his head and looked at Anson in surprise:

"Is it something I didn't understand, or Commander, you didn't express it clearly - when you said 'hold up', did you mean his..."

"It's not a head!" Anson directly steals.

"...I meant to say the stretcher was coming..."

Karl, who twitched the corners of his mouth, muttered softly.

"I mean, not only do we not want to blame Harold for assassinating me, but we also do our best to clear him up!" Anson explained:

"Get him completely cut off from this - or go even further and let him be the first to stop it!"

"Wait, I'll understand." He raised his hand to stop Anson, who wanted to continue talking, Carl suddenly couldn't keep up with his speed:

"That is to say, the process of the whole thing changed from Harold buying a murderer, to a righteous speaker who accidentally discovered that someone was going to hurt the garrison commander, and made up his mind to prevent the result from being murdered?"

"Exactly!"

Anson snapped his fingers "Crack!":

"And we're not just making this version of the story, we're making it the most widely spread version - it's hard to catch Harold, but it's easy to tell the world about his 'death' too much!"

"But isn't this kind of fake news easy to expose?" Carl frowned slightly:

"As long as he finds a chance to show his face, or if anyone knows the truth of the matter, the credibility that the "Beautiful People of Moby Dick" has finally established will be gone."

Anson seemed very confident about this, and raised the corners of his mouth proudly: "I don't say whether he dares to show his face, who knows the truth of the whole thing - does he have any witnesses?"

"Why are there no witnesses? There are hundreds of mercenaries who want to kill you with the final payment of the bounty. Every one of them can..."

Carl's expression froze, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Each of them can testify, and any one of them can expose my lies." Anson sat forward and poured himself and Carl a cup of hot coffee:

"But they're all dead, and now the only one holding their confession in their hands..."

"...that's us."

Carl, who was muttering to himself, took the coffee from the other party.

"So if Harold or his supporters dare to stand up and expose this lie that can be broken with a single stab." Anson looked proud:

"That's an impostor, humiliating the reputation of 'Speaker Harold', a rebel trying to rebel!" Carl said without hesitation.

The two who understood each other glanced at each other, and invariably showed a warm smile.

"So you're going to publish this story in the Moby Dick and spread it throughout the colony?" The chief of staff put down his coffee and took a sip:

"Can I make a suggestion, you'd better hold a funeral for Harold outside the gates of the Beluga Harbor Parliament, and the bigger the better!"

"Well, I have a similar idea." Anson nodded again and again, agreeing:

"I was actually still thinking about comforting Harold's family in public at the funeral and then having Alan Dawn prepare a moving speech - but it felt too contrived, so I was a little hesitant."

"It's really contrived, and if I were Harold, I would definitely be disgusted, and I would probably want to rush out and strangle you." Carl also agreed:

"But it's very much in your style, so go for it!"

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