I will be crowned king

Harold House, early morning.

"Boom!"

A loud noise like a cannonball broke open the door of the mansion, causing Derek, who was sleeping soundly, to wake up instantly. He decisively drew his knife and rushed down the stairs, preparing to show some blind bastards what it would take to disturb a Wild Hunt knight's sleep. What a heavy price to pay.

Since the black mage of the Knights died inexplicably at the hands of Anson Bach, the gangs in Beluga Port immediately lost their backbone and turned into street rats biting each other without any rules; they no longer dare to control the neighborhood and kill people. He set fire to smuggle, but instead started breaking into houses, stealing and kidnapping.

If it was just a theft, it would be okay. After all, there are not many valuables in this mansion. The problem is that the three new owners of the mansion cannot see the light. Once they are discovered, the consequences will be disastrous, but they have to live in it. Here... I can only take the trouble to communicate and interact with those "guests" who come to the door and are particularly shy, use practical actions to influence them, realize that what I did is wrong, and I will never dare to do it again next time.

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

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

"Carno, you just came back?"

Derek, who was stunned in place, subconsciously said: "Why are you going... so late at night?"

Carno, who had an ugly expression on his face, glanced at the Wild Hunt Knight who was barefoot and with his upper body bare, limped toward the stairs, and deliberately knocked him away with his shoulder.

"Hi!"

Derek yelled innocently, tilting his head and staring at the staggering tall figure: "Why are you so angry? Why did I provoke you?"

"What happened?"

Ian Clemens walked out of the door next to the hall in his pajamas, looking confusedly at the Wild Hunt Knight who was shouting in the living room: "It's not even five o'clock yet."

"Carno just came back from outside, still full of anger." Derek pointed with the knife at the door that was knocked open, shrugged to Ian and said, "What tasks have you assigned him?"

"I don't know, and I was expecting you to tell me."

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

"Yes what's the matter?"

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

"This group of Knights colleagues have an intelligence network that we don't have, and they are generally young. They are probably a new group of people recruited by the Cressy family after we settled in Beluga Port - we cannot cause that The suspicion of a brigadier general."

For an extremely cautious person like Anson Bach, the trust he gives cannot be completely taken seriously. In most cases, it is just a means of testing, or even a deliberate trap... Ian is convinced of this.

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

Derek pointed to the top of his head nonchalantly: "He's angry. If you're not afraid of being shot to death, please do as you please. I won't go anyway."

"That's true..."

Ian sighed: "Carno... is the kind of friend who can always make people feel at ease, but will never reveal his true feelings to you; when you feel that you already understand him, you will feel a layer of disdain in his reticence. Barriers that are not penetrated—we may never truly understand his heart.”

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

"Yes." Ian nodded seriously:

"Especially during those days of the month..."

"Boom--boom!"

Before he finished speaking, two black and thick spears tore open the floor and stabbed two people in the head at the same time.

Then... and at the same time, it stopped at the moment when the tip of the spear was about to be initiated.

Looking at the pitch-black spear that was only a few inches away from the tip of his nose, Ian, who was completely stiff, maintained his posture for the last second. With the cold sweat sliding down his cheeks, his eyes turned to the Wild Hunt Knight opposite, and he gestured to the stairs next to him with his eyes.

"why me?!"

Derek, who had also turned into a wooden man, stared at Ian and lowered his voice as hard as he could: "I told you, he is angry, you have to go alone!"

"I don't want to die!"

"You think I want to?!"

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

"so what?"

"You are better able to resist. 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 people looked at each other in confusion, turned around and walked towards the stairs in unison.

"This is mainly because we are friends." Ian coughed a few times and said to himself: "So no matter how angry Carno is later, we will try not to make a sound - as friends, share the pain with each other. It’s a true friendship.”

"well said."

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

The two looked at each other again and tacitly agreed to keep the same pace up the stairs.

……………………

Central square, chapel of "Pious Faith".

In the empty prayer room, a restless Norton and a yawning Alexei sat at opposite ends of the benches. Soldiers from the Second Infantry Regiment came in and out behind them, and there were a lot of people.

After spending several hours, the two finally thoroughly checked the streets where the attackers passed last night, and after repeatedly confirming that nothing was missing, they lifted the blockade. Fortunately, there were not many people going out in the middle of the night, except for Except for the explosion and gunfire, it had no impact on the surrounding area.

In other words, even if there is, the residents of Beluga Harbor who have experienced hundreds of battles have long been used to it.

Based on his previous experience, Alexey was prepared to declare the end of the mission, escort the arrested young curse mage back to the headquarters for custody, wait until the next day to make a formal report, and hand it over to Fabian or the Commander-in-Chief for handling - the rest of the matter would be It has nothing to do with either of them.

Norton strongly disagreed.

Tracking and monitoring Chief of Staff Carl Bain was a task specially assigned to him by the commander-in-chief, and this young man with serious suspicions was the only result after two days of continuous tracking. He could not afford any accidents and must report it immediately.

It's just that he couldn't tell Alexei about this. Even in the face of the opponent's infinitely suspicious eyes, he could only "stubbornly" stick to his attitude and forcefully hold the attacker in place, waiting for the arrival of the commander-in-chief.

Alexey, who was extremely confused, finally agreed, albeit reluctantly.

As for the all-night search...except for the streets that were destroyed by teenagers using homemade bombs, no extra clues or traces were found, nor were any accomplices found.

If it weren't for the identity of the Conjurer and what he saw with his own eyes, even Norton himself wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the boy and the ordinary passers-by in Beluga Port, let alone the fact that a child almost killed the Legion's Chief of Staff.

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

Accompanied by the sound of the door hinge "squeaking~", Anson, with a solemn expression in his mouth, pushed the door open and walked out of the room with his long extinguished pipe in his mouth.

The two people with different expressions stood up decisively and stepped forward quickly one after the other: "Commander-in-Chief..."

"Lieutenant Colonel Alexei Dukasky."

Anson directly raised his hand to interrupt the two of them, and said calmly: "You should immediately lead the Second Infantry Regiment to the training base of the shooting army outside the city, set up security around it, and tell them that I will go to inspect and inspect it in an hour. The training results of indigenous soldiers and the progress of military camp construction have prepared them well."

"Prior to this, in order to prevent fraud or any untrue situation, all shooting army officers or soldiers are not allowed to leave the camp under any excuse. Do you hear me clearly?"

Facing the brigadier general's cold gaze, after struggling all night, Alexei, who was completely unaware of what was going on, suddenly shuddered and beat his chest hard in salute:

"yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the commander of the Second Infantry Regiment turned and left. Before leaving, he glanced at his uneasy companions and quickly walked out of the church.

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

Anson slowly put down the pipe at the corner of his mouth: "No, to be more precise, it should be beyond my imagination. Your action last night was crucial. With luck, we may be able to catch the Crecy family soon." The tail end of Beluga Harbor.”

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

After pausing for two seconds, Norton took a deep breath and said solemnly: "But I also want to say that 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'm not saying this to please you, or to cover up a lot of useless work I've done in the past few days, or because I have a good impression of the chief of staff. He, he is... an extremely boring person!"

"I never go to the pub very often. I deal with a bunch of documents all day long. I don't have any time except eating, resting, and working. Any time that can be called life. Even your clerk is more interesting than him! It's the same as following him. Extremely patience-consuming, boring work - do you know how terrifying it is to watch someone working non-stop for seven hours from afternoon to evening without saying a word?"

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

"At first, I doubted whether he was having a private conversation with a gifted person or a spell caster, or was being manipulated by someone... In the end, it turned out that he was just talking to himself, as if there was a circle of listeners around him. They seem to be chatting and laughing there, it’s simply too scary, extremely scary!”

Looking at the Army Lieutenant Colonel's expression as if he had seen a ghost, the corner of Anson's mouth suddenly twitched.

By the way, did I squeeze Karl too hard?

I think should not be?

With a vague suspicion, he chuckled:

"Of course I understand that."

"You know?!"

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

"Because this is a necessary step to clarify certain things and make sure nothing goes wrong."

Anson gave a very obscure answer. The silent Army Lieutenant Colonel frowned, but did not continue to ask further.

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

"Take the prisoner back to the headquarters prison and hand him over to the custody of the Grenadier Regiment - tell them that this is the dangerous suspect who attacked the Chief of Staff last night. They must be careful." Anson immediately ended the conversation between the two and said in a deep voice Ordered:

"Then lead the Third Infantry Regiment to the port and patrol as usual so that no one notices anything unusual."

"yes!"

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

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

At seven-thirty sharp, there were still few people in the parliament. Anson, who walked into the smoking room, could take the opportunity to relax for a while, and then...

As expected, his loyal lieutenant broke into the house.

"Do you know what happened last night?!"

The panting Carl couldn't even wait to calm down his breathing, and he went straight to the topic breathlessly: "I was checking the information of the Promise Keepers League in the church, and then..."

"Then you were attacked, but you didn't see who it was. It wasn't until just now that you heard that a suspect from the Faithless Knights was captured at the church, right?"

The chief of staff who was interrupted by Anson was stunned for a moment, then sat down opposite Anson in a depressed tone:

"Have you heard that?"

"...You can understand it that way." Anson said calmly:

"I guess you came here specifically because you found some key clues in the information?"

"Not entirely - the content is too trivial, and they are all very subjective records. It's hard to tell whether they are true or not." Karl took out a notebook from his arms:

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

"Of course, this alone doesn't mean much at all. After all, we are recruiting and training Shooting Army soldiers on a large scale, and they are basically indigenous people. It is normal for them to receive attention; but from a few days before your assassination until recently, their activities And the frequency of occurrence is unusually high.”

"And you mentioned before that the Cressy family behind the Knights is connected to the Old God Sect among the indigenous people, and the shooter army soldiers we recruited are basically indigenous people, so there may be a possibility..."

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

"This is just a guess, and I don't have any evidence to support it."

Karl played with his notebook: "You can use this as a clue and find time to investigate the shooting army up and down. What do you think?"

"I don't think we should find another time. Today would be great!"

Anson stood up decisively and put out his pipe:

"How about following me to the shooting army's military camp and letting them get to know the future commander-in-chief of the shooting army?"