I Will Be The Crowned King

Square area, "Faith of the Faith" chapel.

The huge activity room is full of large and small luggage boxes, and several of the ones that have been opened still store the remaining cotton cloth, spirits, salt, tongs, and medicine boxes labeled "military"; the air is filled with strong The smell of alcohol is enough to make the newly sober alcoholic immediately get drunk.

The original Ecumenical believers have all been dispersed, and replaced by the Storm Division line infantry with guns and live ammunition, which surrounded the entire chapel from the inside out.

Outside a door hung with "Emergency", Anson sat silently on a crate and waited; Carl Bain, with two dark circles next to him, was sleeping soundly while biting an unlit cigarette.

Soon, Hank, the also listless military doctor, pushed open the door and walked out, with a pipe that had long been extinguished in the corner of his mouth; with his hands in his pockets, he stepped forward very seriously.

"How?"

Gently leaning the adjutant's head on his shoulders against the wall, An Sen got up and asked.

"Blessed by the ring of order, it's no longer a big deal."

Hank waved his hands and groped for matches with his hands in his pockets: "A few of the most severely burnt...they are sure to be broken, but at least their lives and hands and feet are saved; the two unlucky **** may have inhaled a lot of dust, and they will probably spend the rest of their lives. I have to cough while talking; the rest are flesh wounds, which can be recovered after two or three months of cultivation.”

"These are all fine. The most serious ones are the throat and mouth. The most deadly burns are actually the eyes and ears, as well as the parts below. One of the wanted criminals I caught was given by hot briquettes underneath..."

"The wanted?"

"Ah! I'm talking about... a patient who is usually not easy to see. He... accidentally fell into his pants by the burning briquettes, and sat on the stove again... Probably..." yawns:

"Sorry, Commander-in-Chief, I haven't slept all night; people with low energy will inevitably have slurred speech."

That's right, I didn't sleep all night, so I don't know the story of the legendary bounty hunter "Hank the Black Mask"... Anson smiled and handed him the match:

"It's hard work, Chief Medic."

"It's just the duty."

After taking a deep breath on the pipe and exhaling a long plume of smoke, Hank's face finally showed a bit of relaxed pleasure: "If you can, please transfer these burn patients as soon as possible. It's cold and empty. A chapel is really not a place for 'recuperation'."

"A warm room, patient care, fine food - especially those with burns to their throats and mouths - are all they need. Medicines and a bed are not enough."

"I've already vacated the Rune Mansion. It's so cold. It's better to wait for them to recover before sending them to the barracks for recuperation." Anson nodded slightly:

"Then these people will rely on you to ensure their safety - medicine, food, manpower, protection, as long as you speak, I will send them as much as possible."

"Don't worry, even if the Ring of Order is summoned, I will try to win it."

Hank smiled wearily: "No matter how painful it is to live, it is 10,000 times better than death."

"I couldn't agree more with this." Anson raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He turned around, and the smile on his face was instantly replaced by icy coldness.

The newspaper in charge of publishing the "Beautiful People of Beluga Port", it is not only the mouthpiece of the public opinion of the Rune family and the Storm Division in Beluga Port, an important tool to guide topics and collect intelligence, but also the earliest "industry" founded in Beluga Port. ; Its employees are the first batch of their own people who "swore allegiance".

The other party burned down newspaper offices, destroyed printing presses and newspapers, and attacked employees... This is not just a blow to their own public opinion control and intelligence network.

If it is said that attacking the downline of the development of newspaper offices in other colonies and the local people who provide news information is to destroy the ability to collect intelligence, then now it is directly shaking the foundation of their own local rule.

Even the safety of absolute "own people" cannot be guaranteed, and even after being attacked, revenge cannot be immediately launched, and the hearts of those who have been eliminated will be revived.

Besides... This is probably the first time that the enemy has not attacked himself, but the people around him.

Yes, the other party actually doesn't care about the lives of these people at all, and the one who really wants to target is himself - or the Stormmaster and the Rune family; but the anger from the bottom of his heart is stronger than that he himself was deceived and attacked.

"Sir, you are almost ready to go..."

The little secretary approached tremblingly and looked at An Sen very carefully. He didn't even remember the commander-in-chief in front of him being so angry:

"The ceremony has been prepared, and you can start it as long as you arrive; also, let's tell them to cancel the ceremony now, and choose another time..."

"Is the carriage ready?"

Anson looked at Alan Dawn calmly and interrupted.

"Just outside the door!"

The little secretary, who was shaking all over, didn't dare to say any more, he hurriedly bowed and saluted, and stepped back to give way to the road behind him.

Without any further orders, Anson took off the three-cornered hat from the sleeping Carl's head and put it on for himself, walked towards the door of the chapel, and boarded the four-wheeled carriage that had been armed to the teeth with Alan Dawn who was following suit.

…………

Downtown, Beluga Harbour Five Hundred Council.

When the carriage was slowly parked outside the gate, the square surrounding the statue of Harold was already crowded with people... Councillors, chambers of commerce, the Faithful Alliance, the committee, and all kinds of new and old immigrants came spontaneously or "invited".

Like those new immigrants who have no impression of this "former speaker", the driving force behind them is the Storm Division and a certain commander-in-chief; the old immigrants who really know what happened at the beginning - or can probably guess - also It is also not here to express condolences to the old boss.

After all, in the era of Harold's "rule", the state of Moby Dick was obvious to all; he was not ignorant of his attempts to become the true ruler of the colony or even to be independent; as a careerist, he was represented by Clovis. If the storm division of the local power is killed, he can be considered "dead well".

Of course, there are always exceptions...

In the crowded crowd, a group of figures wearing the same black double-breasted long-sleeved coats and white silk scarves on their chests stood out in the front row near the statue, surrounded by a man sitting on an armchair with slouched eyes and an abnormal expression. lady.

"Those people are the 'Harold Foundation' that just appeared not long ago."

Aware of Anson's gaze, Speaker Mason who came to greet him immediately leaned forward and whispered, "Farmers, small businesses, workshops... all of them were not doing well in the past, Harold died. The 'Lonely Ghosts' who are getting tougher day by day."

"They couldn't survive, so they gathered around Harold's widow to deceive her about her inheritance, and they used the name of the committee to ask for 'funds' from Parliament, to organize various activities in memory of Harold, or to publish some old stories in the newspaper at their own expense. things, to preserve the heritage and glory of Beluga Harbour."

"Because this is their only way to make money, they were really happy when they learned that you were going to pay homage to the Harold statue."

Speaking of which, Mason couldn't help but snort softly, apparently dismissing the so-called "glory".

So obviously I just dealt with it casually, but the reason why I was taken seriously is this... An Sen's expression is somewhat clear: "Are these people still very influential?"

"Influence? Not that!"

Mason immediately shook his head: "But there are indeed many people who... sympathize with them, especially most of the members of the Council of Five Hundred People; so even if they know that this foundation is a group of liars, everyone is still willing to give it a hand."

As the only person in the council who knew the truth about Harold's death, Mason paused when he said "sympathy", carefully paying attention to the expressions of the people in front of him, and then he dared to continue speaking after confirming that there was no change.

Anson just nodded slightly. Although he was a little concerned about the so-called "immortal Harold", he didn't think this club of the frustrated deserved too much attention; deliberately intervening could easily arouse some people's empathy, right Maintaining unity is not very friendly.

And if they were really related to the black mage behind the Untrustworthy Knights, they would save themselves a lot of trouble.

After slightly reassuring Mason, who was still a little nervous, Anson looked around and walked towards the statue alone.

At the edge of the crowd not far away, Alexei, who was in charge of maintaining order, saw the familiar figure and immediately roared beside him:

"All in place - salute!"

"salute!!"

Neat shouts rang out around the ceremony site, and the soldiers of the Storm Division Line, who had changed into winter uniforms, raised their rifles with both hands.

The polished bayonet gleamed in the cold wind, and the heavy windbreaker and wide leather hat seemed to be a whole lot taller than the surrounding audience; with the neat movements and roars, it was full of oppression.

In the deadly cold wind, An Sen slowly took out the speech prepared by the little secretary:

"Today, we once again pay our respects to a hero of Beluga Harbor; Yao remembers the last time he stood here, when he presided over his funeral..."

"Harold Lefkas, a leader worthy of the admiration of all Moby-Dicks and a subject we should all learn from; he has shown in his struggle against darkness and against enemies who seek to destroy the peace and happiness of Moby-Dick Courage, showing the most beautiful temperament that this land has..."

Anson talked eloquently to the audience, feeling that he didn't even read the speech anymore, but started to play on his own.

Anyway, no matter how you say it, the core theme is something that has been repeated several times before: "Beluga Port is the beluga port for the people of Beluga", "Beluga Port has special good quality", "Beluga Port will become a new The beacon of the world", "One Harold falls, and thousands of Moby-Dicks will rise"…

For the former Speaker Harold, who swallowed the "Evil God's Egg" and turned into a walking tumor and was finally blown up to the sky, the only remaining value for him is to unite up and down Beluga Harbor.

The ceremony was carried out in an orderly manner, probably because of the strong crowd of 300 fully armed Storm Division soldiers on the scene, and even the "Harold Foundation", which was the most active in this event, did not show any abnormality. The whole process was very good. quiet.

And when the speech ended successfully, the next step was to pay homage to the statue, and then Harold's widow and family came to the stage, and Anson expressed "condolences of concern" on behalf of the parliament and the command.

In the end, everyone expressed their sincere condolences to the former speaker's "clothing grave", so that he can be left behind and what to do.

And just then, an accident happened.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah !!"

I saw Harold's widow, who was being helped up and looked at the statue, suddenly widened her eyes, stretched out her right hand and pointed to the top of the statue, and let out a piercing scream.

Um? !

An Sen on the stage immediately tightened his nerves. Just when he thought it was the statue that evoked some unbearable memories of her, the originally quiet crowd below the stage also exclaimed.

"Ah! That, that is..."

"No, no, no..."

"This, is this..."

The originally quiet ceremony site suddenly fell into riots. Alexei, who noticed something was wrong in the distance, immediately sounded the bugle and ordered the soldiers to suppress it; but for a scene of several thousand people, it was obvious that three hundred soldiers could not do this immediately.

An Sen looked back at the statue subconsciously, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Dark red blood plasma was slowly overflowing from the corners of the eyes, nostrils and mouth of "Harold" who held the torch high, and gradually infiltrated the entire upper body, dripping on the makeshift podium like a gurgling stream.

boom--

Just as Anson began to think from the shock, a strong burning pain suddenly came from his chest; the biting chill pierced the back of his neck like a substance and penetrated into his consciousness.

By the time he realized that the situation was wrong, his hands and feet had lost control, and the whole figure seemed to have been penetrated by hundreds of nails from top to bottom, unable to move.

But Anson is not nervous... He has two smoke bombs and grenades hidden in his sleeves, UU reading www.uukanshu. As long as com forcibly activates [Smoke Man] or even just expands the casting range, the current state can be removed immediately; because of this, there is no rush to act immediately.

He can now be 100% sure that the black mage who controls the Faithless Knights behind the scenes is here!

And let yourself die in public at this ceremony in the form of "cursed by Harold's undead"!

Confirming this, Anson, who pretended to be still trying to break free, "desperately" controlled his right hand, 'Crack! ' with his index finger.

The "power" that was activated in an instant brought everything within a diameter of thirty meters into his mind.

Since the other party took the initiative to send it to the door, Ansen did not intend to be polite - directly confirm the identity of the black mage here, arrest him on the spot and shoot him to death!

From the abnormality of the statue to the time when Anson was "controlled", it took only ten seconds. The panicked people at the scene didn't even notice any abnormality in the commander-in-chief on the stage, and they were still screaming, shouting and talking in panic. .

The next second, gunshots were heard from the crowd!