I will be crowned king

Outer city, Crown Tavern.

"clang--!"

Amidst the clear sound of metal collision, the spear piercing the ground blocked the incoming lead bullet; the Wild Hunt knight wielding double swords flashed like a ghost on the back of the assassin who fired, and the air-tearing sharp points exploded beside him. Howl.

The next second, the assassin, who was still unaware of the situation, was separated from his head, and bright red blood sprayed on Derek's hideous face.

Almost at the same time, the assassins surrounding them retreated and distanced themselves in a tacit understanding. In an instant, several black spears suddenly stabbed out of the ruins in front of the assassins.

Looking around at the enemies around him, Karno frowned.

The other party seems to know the power of his blood very well, but except for the previous action to save Norton Crosell, his whereabouts should not have been exposed. Moreover, the assassins who ambush the Storm Legion officers should not have left any traces. No one left alive.

What exactly is this...

Carnot glanced sideways behind him, and Karin Jacques, who was hiding next to Ian Clemens, quickly looked away. His hesitant expression revealed an indescribable weirdness.

As for the former grand leader of the Faithless Knights... he had been looking around thoughtfully since just now, with an expression that clearly seemed like he had discovered something.

"Very good, very good. As expected, he is the prey that the Lord named and must catch." The red-haired young man with a high ponytail opposite looked at the four of them coldly, and pretended to applaud: "It's me. I underestimate you, Your Excellency Karin Jacques."

"I, I hope you can continue to look down on me."

The trainee priest's voice was trembling, and his humble smile was uglier than crying.

"Haha, that's not possible." The young man waved his hand behind him: "If I can't catch you, the price I'll pay is not something a little guy like me can bear."

"Your Excellency is so humble. How about you give me a price, even if it makes me give up?"

"It's not about the price. If I can't take your head back, I'll be finished."

"Then haven't you noticed that these three... gentlemen are no match for you and these rotten fish and shrimps?"

"Of course I know this... I didn't expect that you could still find help after stopping the Inquisitor and the Storm Legion. You are indeed negligent." The red-haired young man sneered:

"Since we have made a mistake, we have to risk our lives to stop you and buy time for reinforcements."

While they were talking, the heavily armed assassins surrounded the four of them, blocking the area around the ruins of the tavern.

The "corpse" whose head had just been decapitated by Derek also stood up unsteadily, holding the revolver tightly, and pointed the smoking muzzle at the trainee priest.

"Well, should we retreat?" The Wild Hunt Knight looked at the corpses that he had just chopped down to the ground with some hair, standing up one after another, and asked nervously behind him:

"If we keep going on like this, there will be no end. That guy is obviously stalling for time. When his reinforcements arrive, won't it be even more disadvantageous for us?"

The silent Karno also turned his attention to Ian Clemens, the spear in his hand always pointing directly at the red-haired young man opposite.

The former grand leader of the Faithless Knights glanced at the approaching assassins, and turned his gaze thoughtfully to Karin Jacques:

"How much use do you think the Faithless Knights still have for Anson Bach and the Society of Truth?"

Um? !

Derek, who was blocking the front, was stunned. His cheek was scratched by the cold gun from the opposite side without any warning. He looked back at Ian in confusion: "I said, now is not the time to talk, right?!"

But after hearing this, Karin Jacques lost his panic expression uncharacteristically. Even if he gritted his teeth, he still showed a serious expression:

"As an individual, I cannot give any guarantees, but as a member of the Truth Society I can promise you... Any comrade who fights side by side with us in the same trench, whether it is Anson Bach or you, we will not Abandon it easily!"

After saying that, the trainee priest's expression collapsed again, and the fear of collapse took over: "As for whether you can leave alive... Anyway, the two bastards who designed this genius plan said it was okay, but my suggestion is their words. It’s better to only believe half of it!”

"Thanks, I probably figured it out."

Ian breathed a long sigh of relief, then changed his uncertain expression, and said in a deep voice to his two companions: "Carno, Derek, don't delay any longer, kill the opponent as soon as possible!"

"Very good, then I'll... hmm?!"

The Wild Hunt Knight, who was about to break out, almost didn't react: "I-I said there's nothing wrong with you, right? That's a blood mage. You can't kill him..."

Phew—puff—puff—puff—

While speaking, with the four as the core, a forest of spears suddenly stabbed out of the ground around the tavern.

The dozen assassins who were originally thought to be in the "safe area" were unable to dodge and were directly penetrated by the spear points protruding from the ground beneath their feet. The people in the back row immediately retreated in panic, and the originally tight siege network was immediately full of holes.

"Derek!" Carno, who was squatting on the ground, holding his right hand behind his back and thrusting the tip of the gun into the ground, shouted:

"Do it!"

"knew!"

With no room to think anymore, the Wild Hunt Knight wielding his double swords sprinted with all his strength, dragging the blurry afterimage directly towards the blood mage on the opposite side.

The red-haired young man's face finally showed a bit of panic, and he waved his right hand slightly. Several assassins immediately raised their guns in front of him, pointed at the incoming Derek and pulled the trigger.

"boom--!!!!"

Guns roared, but not a single shot hit the Wild Hunt Knight who was charging straight up.

Is this...? !

Looking at the assassins on both sides who ignored Derek and rushed towards Carno wildly, the red-haired young man with suddenly shrunken pupils turned his attention to Ian Clemens who had never made a move further away.

Can the power of his blood erase someone's aura so accurately? !

puff--

Derek pulled the blade forward, and in the blink of an eye, the assassins standing in front of the red-haired young man turned into... fragments flying in the sky.

Damn it!

It seemed that he was completely frightened by the extremely powerful killing intent. The red-haired young man with a distorted expression even forgot about escaping. He subconsciously raised his right arm to block, and then...

The arm was chopped off without any ripples, and the bones and flesh stirred by the wind of the knife were peeled off and broken layer by layer, and disassembled into countless small parts like precision instruments.

Without even giving the opponent time to react, the blade of the Wild Hunt Knight's left hand had already penetrated the opponent's chest. The extremely powerful tip of the knife exploded the blood mage's heart with incomparable precision. The seemingly thin body was stabbed out like a leaf. The force hit the wall behind and exploded into a large cloud of smoke.

Even so, Derek did not stop. His right hand released the handle of the knife and pulled out a bayonet from his waist. He held it behind his back and stabbed the opponent's head from top to bottom.

The force was so great that even the red-haired young man's Tianling Cap was dented!

The blood mage's vitality is well known to be tenacious. Even if his head is cut off and his heart is dug out, he may not die... This is also the reason why Derek is unwilling to fight with the opponent and wants to retreat as soon as possible, because it is too easy to be endless. The battle dragged on, and if reinforcements from the opposite side arrived, it would be difficult for them to escape.

Just then...

"Um?!"

As if he noticed something, Carno, who was desperately trying to stop the assassin, suddenly looked behind him, staring at the street shrouded in gunpowder smoke.

The red-haired young man with a bayonet piercing his head and his face covered in blood showed a relieved smile:

"Very well...my mission is accomplished."

The Wild Hunt Knight, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, looked extremely ugly.

Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer around him, the silent Ian looked back at the trainee priest: "Your Excellency Karin Jacques, I can finally understand why you have never made it clear what your real mission is."

"Yeah..." Karin Jacques also looked like he wanted to cry and laugh at the same time:

"So you understand how much I want to strangle those two bastards!"

…………………………

Osteria Palace, inner court.

"...The above is the whole process of this incident." Standing in the dimly lit hall with his hands behind his back, facing Anne Herred, who was shrouded in shadow and sitting on the throne, Roman looked expressionless. He said in a deep voice:

"Although the traitors were very cunning, the ruling lord was still aware of it in time, and used the fastest and least costly means to eradicate the hidden dangers buried in the upper echelons of the kingdom, ensuring that His Majesty's life was not in danger, and that he would no longer be betrayed and deceived by the traitors. .”

"Of course, there are definitely deficiencies in the process, and there are also many things that do not conform to the normal procedures. However, if the matter is urgent, please obey the authority, please forgive me; if you want to reduce the crime, the government will definitely be willing to do so."

"As for the detailed execution list of traitors, please wait a moment, the ruling party will soon..."

"Colonel Roman."

Queen Mother Anne interrupted coldly. She pondered for a moment, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice: "Ludwig Franz...is he planning to become the regent of Clovis?"

"If this is what he wants, tell him that Clovis can only have one regent and that is me, the mother of Nicholas I, the legitimate king of Clovis, the daughter of the Imperial Emperor... I, Anne Herred! "

"I! I am the regent of Clovis, the guardian of this kingdom and the king! Who is the traitor and who is loyal..."

"...It's not his turn yet!"

The sonorous and powerful words echoed between the pillars and pierced Roman's ears.

The loyal adjutant did not refute, but nodded slightly with an expressionless face and looked at the Queen Mother indifferently:

"Don't worry, I will."

"I also hope that the Chief of Royal Guards who is most loyal to you will continue to be loyal to you after knowing the identity of the real murderer who assassinated him; as we all know, Lieutenant General Anson Bach is not only a loyal minister, but also a Very good at 'understanding' what it means to be a loyal and loyal minister."

After saying that, Roman turned around and left silently.

Anne Herred, who was hiding in the shadows, finally began to look restless and panicked on her sullen face.

………………

Inner city, Imperial Embassy.

As time went by, even though the Whitehall Street police still maintained a tight seal on the embassy, ​​more and more intelligence was gradually passed back to Brandley, the imperial ambassador:

"...There were riots in the inner city, and the Storm Legion had to abandon the blockade of the Osteria Palace and send troops to mediate the conflict between the militia and the police, but the effect was very unsatisfactory..."

"... There are constant sounds of violent explosions in the outer city, and there are also sounds of gunfire exchanges. It is suspected that an armed conflict has broken out, and bloodshed cannot be ruled out..."

"...There are rumors within the Whitehall Street police that at least a thousand police officers are trapped in the outer city. At the same time, injured police officers are constantly being sent to the hospital for treatment. It is said that most of them are flesh wounds caused by gunshot wounds and sharp blades..."

"…Government Ludwig suddenly led the police to surround the Privy Council and announced that he had discovered an assassin trying to sneak into the palace. The true intention was unknown…"

"...The whereabouts of Anson Bach, the chief of the royal bodyguards, are still unknown, and protests continue..."

Sitting leisurely behind the desk, flipping through documents in his left hand, holding a rum glass in his right hand, the unfinished cigar is filled with the alluring aroma...Bradley finally regained his usual feeling, with pride and confidence almost directly It's written on his face.

Look, look, everything is under control!

With Lord Machia's blessing, these scum ants have no room to resist. They don't even need to do it themselves, Clovis City will completely collapse, dragging the entire kingdom into a chaotic purgatory.

This... is the barbaric and vulgar Clovis people. They don't want the empire. They don't understand what politics and stability are at all. They only know how to constantly create chaos, from commoners to nobles. They don't follow the imperial system. They even I have even forgotten how to govern a country!

When the entire country completely collapses, Her Royal Highness Anne Herred will naturally understand that the only people she can trust are His Majesty and herself far away in Xiaolong City, and the empire is her only reliance; the young Her Majesty Nicholas will also be under the care of his uncle. With help, he can regain his country.

This little noise will become the harbinger of the empire's authority; Your Majesty will also become a veritable guardian of the world of order.

And he...Bradley Heritage will become the biggest contributor to this operation!

Thinking of this, the imperial ambassador could no longer stop the corners of his mouth from rising. He was immersed in the joy of victory. Success and fame seemed to be close before his eyes and within reach.

He was almost crazy and didn't even notice that Machiya was watching him silently, with a little more pity in his eyes.

"That's it...Karin Jacques deliberately exposed the flaw to attract the attention of the empire and the Holy See; what is really important is still the newsboys who deliver newspapers, spreading everything that happened in the Osteria Palace throughout the city , is Anson Bach’s real purpose, but they thought that the newsboys were just pawns to protect the Society of Truth, but they did not expect that the opposite was true..."

Makiya whispered to himself, with a faint smile on his face: "It's interesting, it's so interesting... Under the premise of being completely monitored, you can still achieve your goals... The rules of planning are really impressive..."

"...my eyes light up!"