I will be crowned king

The moment the question was asked, Mrs. Bogner, who had always been silent, frowned for the first time.

The hook-nosed officer stared intently at the old woman's expression, his breathing was slightly rapid, and his right hand holding the pencil began to tremble slightly;

His companion who always had an easy-going expression also stopped smiling, and his unfocused eyes wandered between Mrs. Bognar and Anson intentionally or unintentionally.

His heart strings were tense, and Ansen, who was extremely nervous, still kept a dazed look on his face, and his right hand naturally placed at his side gradually moved closer to the lower waist under the coat.

Under the silence, even Lisa felt the increasingly oppressive atmosphere; the petite body half lying in Anson's arms curled up slightly, like a cub ready to kill its prey.

"Crack."

Mrs. Bognar took off the pipe from her mouth and took a long breath of smoke. She rolled her cloudy eyes and moved her gaze from Anson to the hook-nosed officer:

"The suitcase you're talking about...I've never seen it."

Um? !

The hook-nosed officer, whose expression was momentarily stunned, trembled violently and almost fell off the sofa.

Not only him, but also Anson felt surprised in his heart and tried his best to restrain his urge to look at the old woman.

The two Guards officers looked at each other. The stern-looking, hook-nosed officer was obviously unwilling to continue questioning, but he still silently put away his notepad and pencil.

"Well...since even Mrs. Bogner said that, it seems that we have thought too much." The easy-going Guardsman glanced out the window where the sky had darkened, and smiled apologetically at the three of them:

"Sorry, we seem to have delayed some of your dinner time; but please be considerate. We are the Guards. It is our duty to protect the loyal people of the kingdom and arrest prisoners."

"So if you find anything suspicious or not quite right, please report it to the nearest Guards immediately, and we will definitely rush over to deal with it as soon as possible."

Repeating what he said before, the guard officer with a smile on his face extended his right hand to Anson again:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, thank you again for your cooperation. Farewell...ah, this time it's true!"

"You're welcome, it's all as it should be."

Anson stood up and shook hands with the other party again.

After that, the two Guards officers left the room one after another, and walked towards another house on the street with the other two Guardsmen outside the door.

"boom."

Anson closed the door and turned his back to the living room, his expression gradually becoming heavy.

Something is wrong.

Something is very wrong.

The other party would come to investigate this matter. Anson had been mentally prepared since he left the Iron Sky; if it were him, he would not have let such an important clue go.

But the problem is that they have all determined that they and Draco Wirts are in the same box, even to the point of suspecting that the suitcase is in their hands, but only because of Mrs. Bogner's words, they did not even search Do you search to remove any doubts about yourself?

Are you being careless, or do you want to let your guard down?

It's not quite like the former one, but if it's the latter... If they come to investigate with such a big fanfare, or even ask about the suitcase in front of themselves, they won't be afraid of running away, or find a way to destroy or cash in the evidence in the suitcase as soon as possible ?

Or maybe this is their purpose, to expose themselves proactively so that they can catch themselves in good faith?

Countless ideas and speculations flashed through Anson's mind, and then were rejected one by one.

While he was still hesitating, a mean voice sounded in the living room:

"Hey, how long are you going to stand there at the door?"

"Ah...it's nothing." The awakened Anson came back to his senses and turned his head to look at Mrs. Bogner who was curled up on the sofa and wrapped in a thin blanket:

"Thank you, Mrs. Bogner, I really appreciate it."

Anson's expression was very solemn - if she hadn't been here, the two Guards officers probably wouldn't have left so easily.

Although he didn't understand why the Guards would be so concerned about an ordinary landlady.

"Yes, you have to thank me properly." Mrs. Bogner snorted coldly, with disdain in her cloudy eyes:

"I hate the Guards, but I hate being caused trouble by others even more - so I don't care what kind of trouble you have caused for yourself, you'd better solve it for me as soon as possible, otherwise if something like this happens again, I can't guarantee you will return it. I’m willing to rent the house to you!”

"Besides, the tobacco you brought today is a thank you gift for helping you solve this trouble. I won't give you any additional money."

"Of course this is no problem!" Anson said without hesitation.

"No problem?" The old woman rolled her eyes at him.

"Ah!" Anson realized that he had said something wrong and quickly changed his words: "I, I mean...this is what it should be!"

"whispering sound."

Mrs. Bogner, who was smoking a pipe, snorted coldly, and crawled out of the sunken sofa with her thin body wrapped in a blanket: "Okay, okay, don't hang there, I have to prepare dinner quickly."

"dinner?"

Anson glanced out the window. It was already completely dark. He stretched out his hand to stop Mrs. Bogner who was walking towards the kitchen: "Why don't we forget it. It's really late. Let's just eat something and then... …”

"Gu."

A very strange yet familiar voice echoed through the living room.

Anson and Mrs. Bognar, who suddenly fell into silence, turned to look behind them in perfect agreement.

Lisa, who was sitting motionless on the sofa, stared at the two of them with big eyes, aggrieved and serious:

"hungry."

As she spoke, little Lisa raised her right hand and patted her stomach hard:

…………

"Boom!"

A flash of white light flashed, and the hook-nosed officer fell to the ground like a rag bag before he could scream miserably. Blood foam mixed with broken teeth spurted out from the corner of his twisted mouth.

Before he could stand up, the Guards officer dragged him up from the ground by his collar and looked into his hook-nosed eyes with a smile:

"I warned you not to act rashly...right?"

The soft and easy-going words are as cold as the whispers of the devil.

The frightened, hooked nose panted rapidly, but his light gray eyes showed no trace of fear.

"No answer? Very good, then let me guess." The Guards officer chuckled and winked at his partner:

"Do you think Major Fabian is too stupid and too cowardly to be as young and decisive as you, the respected Major David, so he tries to sabotage my plans again and again, right?"

The hooked nose pursed the corners of the mouth tightly and did not answer, but the half of the face that was hit quickly became swollen.

Looking at his silent companion, the Guards officer smiled even more happily.

"David, my dear David...hehehe...let me tell you a secret." The Guards officer chuckled: "You know why I am still a major after working in the Guards for almost fifteen years, and you Can you climb to the same position as me in just four or five years?"

"Because you are smart? Brave? Loyal? No, no, no, no..."

"Let me explain it this way - for the big guys, the only time they would make an exception and promote the little guys is when someone needs to 'step up' and take responsibility."

The guard officer's eyes were full of joking: "So this slap is just a reminder of my personal 'kindness', because I really don't want to be related to this Laoshizi novelist because of you."

"I am from the army and have also worked in the navy. I joined the Guards just to stay in the royal capital. I really have no intention of dying for this job. Do you understand?"

"If you understand, then we can continue to cooperate." Lieutenant Colonel Fabian said happily:

"If you don't understand...well..."

"People like you probably don't care about things like 'heroic sacrifice', right?"