I will be crowned king

"Da da da!"

A crisp knock on the door sounded from outside the box.

Lisa, who was quietly sitting on the armchair, retracted her gaze from the window, swung her legs and looked at the door:

"who?"

It was quiet for a while outside the door, and I could only hear a murmur of movement and low voices and whispers.

"Ahem!" A slightly heavy middle-aged male voice sounded:

"Hello, we are the crew of the Iron Sky; could you please open the door, we want to..."

"Flight attendant?!"

Lisa said in surprise: "Are you here to deliver lunch?"

"...Yes!" The middle-aged male voice hesitated: "So please..."

"What's for lunch today?!"

Lisa interrupted cheerfully.

"Well……"

This time the voice outside the door pondered for a long time, and the chatter became more obvious: "There are garlic sausages... beef stew with tomato sauce... butter bread... ah! And oyster soup."

"Oh oh oh...it's all things Lisa has never eaten before! It sounds delicious!"

Lisa clapped her hands happily, her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and she said in a very embarrassed tone:

"But Lisa promised not to open the door - can you leave the food outside the door?"

"..."

This time it was completely quiet outside the door.

At the same time, the storage room in the back kitchen of the dining car was "similarly" quiet.

"Sir Draco West, I think you owe me an explanation."

The kind-faced Anson maintained the minimum restraint and looked down at the "novelist" in front of him with a graceful smile.

"Uh...hahaha...I think so too."

Draco, who was squatting in the corner with his hands on his head, gave a forced laugh, and with slightly trembling eyes, he kept looking at Anson's face and the muzzle of the gun fixed on his head:

"Then, where should I start...Ah!"

The muzzle of the gun hit him on the head.

"Two things." Anson said coldly:

"Why did you find me, and who are those people - let's talk about the first one first."

"Okay..." Draco smiled reluctantly and pursed his lips:

"I didn't find you deliberately; believe me, I haven't told you a lie from the moment we met - the name, identity, ticket, purpose... are all true!"

"Of course, I also understand your current doubts and vigilance. To a certain extent, this is also my purpose... uh... the causes and reasons are very complicated to explain. To put it simply, I need your help!"

"Not only that, I also have to make sure that you really have the ability to help me - don't hit me! I know I will definitely get beaten if I say this, but it is true. If you are just an ordinary officer who takes your family to the royal capital , I really don’t want to cause you any trouble!”

"But it turns out that you are not, right? Whether you find problems from my whereabouts and words, or you are not surprised when facing those guys, you are not an ordinary person - and I...now...really...very... I need help from people like you!”

"This is outrageous, unreasonable and inexplicable - but a person who is about to die has to grab at straws, right?"

He twitched his somewhat choked nose, mainly because he spoke too quickly and lacked oxygen: "Are you satisfied with this explanation?"

Anson, with a cold expression, pondered for a few seconds:

"second question."

"They are officers of the Guards." Draco said quickly:

"The so-called Guards are the most elite professional army in the Kingdom of Clovis - of course it was in the past. In the past ten years, they have been responsible for the defense and security of the royal capital. They spent most of their time maintaining street security and dealing with riots. belong……"

"I know what they do!"

Anson interrupted him and suddenly hit him on the forehead with another bullet.

"Then...ah!" Draco's mouth twitched in pain:

"To make a long story short, the security of the royal capital has been deteriorating in recent years. From the beginning, it was barely manageable, and now, facing the city of Clovis with a population of 800,000, the Guards are increasingly unable to cope with it."

"So the Privy Council promulgated the Urban Public Administration Act - preparing to disband the Guards and form a more professional security team."

"But the Guards don't intend to just wait for death. They have been looking for ways to prove themselves or resist." Looking up at Anson, Draco lowered his voice and said:

"And their 'method' is to drag big figures into trouble, and at the same time create cases that can alarm the entire kingdom, so that the new security team formed by the Privy Council will be in a hurry and have to rely on them."

Um?

"This...isn't this looking for death?"

Anson blurted out after being stunned for a moment.

Blackmailing powerful people and causing trouble during war... Even if they can survive the present, are the people who make this decision really not afraid of being settled by the future?

"Who says it's not?" Draco sighed and shook his head:

"But a person who is about to die has to grab any life-saving straw, right?"

Anson ignored him and continued to ask coldly:

"But what does this have to do with you?"

Draco blinked and looked at Anson with a meaningful "you know" smile:

"I am a story writer for the newspaper. I am looking for materials for the next story. I am also an amateur detective...ah!"

Another shot, this time hitting him in the jaw.

"If you keep talking like that, I'll put the barrel of the gun into your mouth next time." Anson said rudely:

"Do you have evidence of their extortion?"

"I also know their next plan." Draco nodded vigorously:

"They are going to direct and act in a train robbery - from murder to robbery, the plot is all covered - remember those three officers, according to the script they will be the 'first witnesses' of this case; as for me Well, hehehe..."

It's just to blame the guy who took the blame, right... Anson nodded, it's not hard to guess.

After a few self-deprecating chuckles, Draco breathed out silently, and gradually put away his smile with a serious expression: "Dear Sir Anson Bach, I know how excessive my previous behavior was, and I also know that you don't have any Duty to help me.”

"So if you really don't want to be involved in this matter, then you can just sit back and watch - with your abilities and status as an army officer, the Guards will not do anything to you."

"There is my suitcase on the luggage rack of your box. Inside is all the evidence I have collected about the blackmail by the Guards - they will definitely come to look for it. You just need to pretend you don't know anything and give the suitcase to them. That’s it.”

Spreading his hands, Draco sighed and lowered his head.

Anson was stunned.

"You just said...you put all the evidence in that box?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Then they will come looking for you?"

"Probably? As long as they're not completely stupid, which they already are."

Sighing, Draco raised his head and looked feebly at Anson, who looked like something was wrong:

"What's wrong?"

.........A few minutes later, Anson, who was dragging Draco, ran all the way and hurried back to the box.

Then I realized that I was still a step too late.

The box door that was forcibly opened creaked, and two strong men in half-used coats fell sideways in the box. Next to them was Lisa, who was hugging her shoulders angrily.

Seeing the two figures outside the door, Lisa's eyes lit up. In addition to surprise, she also felt a little proud:

"Anson, you're back!"

"These guys... they lied to Lisa, tried to force their way into the box, and tried to capture Lisa."

"So Lisa will kill them all!"