I Will Be The Crowned King

Resisting the pain in his chest and back, Reinhard stood up in a trance, pulled over a chair and sat opposite Anson, picked up the glass of rum at a loss, and took a gulp.

From the beginning to the end of the whole process, his eyes were always on the unconscious attacker, and he didn't dare to look away for a moment.

The hot alcohol poured into his body down his throat, calming his trembling hands and fast-beating heart; finally Reinhard, who was finally relieved, turned his attention to His Excellency the Brigadier General in front of him.

Or rather, the wound on his shoulder.

With a light face, Anson was enjoying the wine and the cold apple tarts. Because of the shoulder injury, he could only lean the elbow of his left hand against the table, and had to stretch his head to touch the wine glass and food. ; The right hand covering the wound has been dyed red, blood soaked half of the body along the sleeve, and even dripped a lot on the wine glasses and tableware.

The corners of Reinhard's mouth twitched, and he took a deep breath: "That, Your Excellency Brigadier General..."

"Do you want cutlery?" An Sen was taken aback, and handed over his fork:

"Use mine first."

"Uh…"

Taking a quick glance at the **** fork, Reinhard twitched even more: "Uh no! No no no... I'm not hungry... I mean, that's not what I meant."

"Don't be so polite, we have to wait for a while, eat something to relax."

"No, I'm really not hungry."

"real?"

"It's absolutely true!" Reinhard nodded quickly, and he found that Anson's rum had also turned red:

"I just want to remind you, you, the one on your shoulder...the one..."

"You mean it?"

Anson took his right hand away as if nothing had happened, and Reinhard almost spit out the blood-gushing through hole: "Small thing, I won't die for a while, it just looks scary."

"But...but you're still bleeding!"

Resisting the physical impulse, Reinhard couldn't help but said.

"Just a little blood. According to the latest medical research by the Church of Order, regular bloodletting is even good for your health." Anson shrugged his right shoulder:

"The only side effect is that the body may be weak for a few days, and if the blood loss is severe, there may be short-term memory loss and falling into a coma - similar to being drunk."

Reinhard: "…"

"Ah! Speaking of this, I may have a few things to trouble you." An Sen seemed to suddenly remember something, and said solemnly:

"Just three little things, okay?"

"Uh... Of course you can."

Reinhard quickly agreed, with a solemn expression: "Please speak."

"First, because I may be in a coma later, please be sure to hand over the murderer who attacked us to Colonel Fabien—remember, it's your own hands, and no one else can."

"Clear, understand!"

"Secondly... block the news, be sure not to let this matter spread, and claim it as an accident - the reason doesn't matter, the key is not to let the bad guys find a chance."

"Of course! What about the last one?"

"Finally...because I might be in a coma later, it's up to you to explain what happened to others; this assassination was by no means alone, there must be a mastermind behind the murderer or a team working with him to find out what happened , is very important for the subsequent detection work!"

"Understood." Reinhard nodded slightly, looking nervous:

"So, what exactly happened?"

"what happened…"

Anson paused, and was silent for a few seconds, then frowned and said:

"I... can't even remember!"

puff-

Looking at Ansen Bach with his head planted on the table, Reinhard with wide-eyed eyes froze in place.

Three minutes later, Colonel Fabien, with half a battalion of grenadiers, rushed to the scene first.

He first surrounded the entire parliament as usual, and instructed the faithful soldiers who came with him to set up checkpoints and cordons around to avoid unrelated people approaching; he brought a company into the building and checked one by one according to the direction of the sound.

Seeing the head of the grenadier rushing into the parliament with heavily armed soldiers, the well-trained parliamentarians who had been in the riots and riots raised their hands to pay tribute, shut up and stood in place to express their cooperation, which really helped the head of the grenadier. Saved a lot of time.

On the way, they also found Alan Dawn, who was tied into dumplings in a remote utility room... The little secretary who was in a severe coma took another half an hour to wake up naturally, and it seemed that he was lost Medicine, but the two large dark circles seem to indicate other reasons.

After thoroughly confirming that the scene was under control, Fabian entered the restaurant with several grenadiers.

This is not because he doesn't care about the life and death of the commander-in-chief. On the contrary, it is because the commander of the grenadier knows his boss too well.

If you really encounter an irreversible situation like the big warehouse incident, the situation must not be so quiet that if you are not vigilant enough, you can hardly notice it.

Since the whole process is quiet, it means that the commander-in-chief doesn't want the matter to become a big one, and even needs to deal with it as low-key as possible to avoid meaningless riots; then, compared to rescue, timely market control and stop loss are the first priority.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the opponent is extremely powerful and can silently assassinate the brigadier general who survived many hardships - but if this is the case, there is no difference between taking a team of grenadiers to break through the empty door and taking the initiative to die.

The results also basically verified his guess: the messy scene, the unconscious murderer and the commander-in-chief himself, plus a panicked Reinhard Roland who didn't make the preamble, hardly caused any disturbance; if not the last gun Even the quarrel in the parliament hall was more lively than this assassination.

Appeasing Reinhard, who was obviously emotionally unstable, Fabian instructed the grenadiers to take the attackers to the headquarters, and at the same time sent Ansen Bach, who had hastily bandaged the wound, to the military doctor, leaving a few people to clean up with him. On the spot, clean up the mess.

Because of being baptized by [Rising Fire], the entire restaurant can be described as extremely chaotic, with charred tables and chairs, wallpaper, curtains and other furniture everywhere, from chandeliers to blankets on the floor, bomb craters of different calibers are everywhere. Both are.

The familiar scene and the unharmed commander-in-chief seem to indicate that this time is no different from the previous one, it was just a simple and ordinary assassination...

"Um?"

Just when he was about to leave the restaurant, Fabian suddenly stopped his steps, and even his right hand that was reaching for the door stopped in the air, showing very complicated emotions on his face.

The grenadier who followed was forced to stop, and after a moment of silence, he turned his head and looked nervously sideways at his face: "Colonel, you..."

"Ah, nothing!"

Fabian's complexion returned to normal in an instant, and he said coldly as if nothing had happened: "You go and inform the militia of the faithful, and ask them to remove the guard around the parliament, saying that it was just a false alarm and nothing happened."

"Yes!"

The grenadiers immediately took the lead, turned and walked out quickly.

Fabien, who was alone, looked back slowly, looked at the crime scene that had been cleaned up, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just as he was about to leave the house just now, he smelled a very long-standing smell that was only recently reported; it was very slight, but it was definitely not a hallucination.

Thinking of the assassin's actions again... The other party can confirm the position of the commander-in-chief so accurately, and even evade the search by kidnapping and pretending to be a small secretary; it is impossible to do this with only a little information.

Relying on his professional instinct, the former Guards officer can almost conclude that the other party has a 100% potential accomplice in Beluga Harbor, who is responsible for providing information and various details; and this person's identity is not low, at least with the officer corps or even the general manager. Direct contact with the commander himself.

In other words, it's probably an acquaintance of his own.

The faint smell gradually drew a tall figure in Fabian's mind.

"I hope it's just a misunderstanding... I hope."

The grenadier commander, who was muttering to himself, glanced at the location where the attacker just fell to the ground, and left the restaurant silently.

…………

Clovis City, White Lake Park, "Yesterday Evening" Cafe.

Taking a sip of the mellow coffee, Sophia Franz couldn't help frowning slightly due to the bitter aroma, and glanced at the clock in the box from time to time.

She was waiting for Erich, the business representative of the August munitions factory and the general manager of the North Harbor Immigration Corps.

As the eldest daughter of Franz, whether it is negotiating with the business owner on behalf of her father or alone, Sophia has long since practiced perfection. No matter what type of person the other party is - even the big liar Anson - she can maintain a steady state of mind. , Conquering each other from the inside out with gentle conversation, sufficient knowledge reserve and absolutely confident appearance.

But this time it's a little bit different.

After only a few seconds, the girl couldn't help but glance at the dial of the desk clock; she took a sip of unsweetened coffee in order to show that she didn't care, pretending to enjoy the view from the window while tasting the coffee from this cafe. "Specialty Apple Tart."

Then she discovered that the coffee and desserts in this cafe are almost two extremes - the former does not put sugar at all, and the latter wants to stick the guests' teeth off.

This is actually an unpleasant misunderstanding... The neighborhoods around White Lake Park live in the middle class of Clovis City, and the standard of various leisure places is to match those luxury restaurants on Frederick Street, with limited conditions and prices. The interior imitates the "high-end" of four dissimilarities, so that the nearby citizens can occasionally experience the enjoyment of the upper class.

In other words, they are selling "service", "selling atmosphere" - if it's delicious, it's a ghost.

In the silent box, the unhurried "clicking" sound made her feel extremely irritable, as if mocking her restless self.

Really... I knew I should go to the restaurant on Red Brick Street. Anyway, their coffee and red wine can still be swallowed... But it is too close to the cathedral, and it is easy for the father and the church to discover...

Sophia, who was getting more and more restless, began to fall into a state of confusion. She looked around like a girl who secretly had a tryst with her lover and was worried about being discovered by her family.

Of course, she was.

After another half an hour, when the girl was about to wait any longer and was about to leave, a neatly dressed, smiling figure with a leather handbag appeared outside the door timidly.

Just a short second after the door was pushed open, the girl first felt uneasy, then her face brightened, and then she picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a small sip.

When the embarrassed Erich looked up, the proud Miss Franz was sitting by the window, putting down the cold coffee in her hand, and looking at him with eyes colder than coffee:

"Sir, you are late."

"I'm sorry! I'm really... I'm really sorry!" Erich, who was swept by those eyes, felt a chill on his back, and said quickly:

"The train from Beigang to Central West Station was a little late. When we got on the train, we encountered double inspections by Whitehall and the Church. You know how sensitive we arms dealers are to inspections, so..."

"I don't mean to accuse you, sir, I'm just stating a fact."

Playing with the coffee cup, Sophia followed her father's tone and said calmly, "And the fact that you were nearly an hour late has severely shortened our meeting time."

"So please don't delay any longer and start as soon as possible."

"Uh... Of course!"

Erich didn't dare to refuse, and hurriedly sat down opposite the girl.

After he completely calmed his breath and took the coffee from Sophia with a humble expression, she finally said slowly:

"Since you are here, you must be very clear about the reason why I specially asked you to meet here?"

"Yes."

Erich nodded: "Do you want to buy a batch of arms and transport them to the Ice Dragon Fjord Colony?"

"You can say that." Sophia said ambiguous:

"August Arms Factory has delivered four batches of arms to Beluga Port in the past year, roughly the size of an infantry division?"

"All these military supplies have been reported to the Army and the Privy Council." Erich quickly added:

"You can check the accounts, which are marked with the purchase price, shipping costs and the reason for the purchase, including normal wear and tear, replacement of old and new, regular inventory..."

"But." Sophia interrupted abruptly:

"If you don't report to the army, you can also find a way to transport the ammunition from Clovis City to the Ice Dragon Fjord, right?"

"Ah this..."

"Don't try to hide it, Your Excellency Erich, I know who is behind you." Sophia said lightly:

"I also know that you have secretly sent several sets of steel-making equipment, along with the workers of the steel mill, from the outskirts of Clovis City to the Ice Dragon Fjord - this is expressly forbidden by the kingdom and the church."

"But I'm not here to accuse you today. On the contrary, I really need to determine whether you have the ability to organize a large-scale equipment and arms smuggling operation."

"I, I, I..." Erich suddenly stuttered and looked at the girl in front of him in fear:

"I...you, what exactly do you want to do?"

"What?"

Sophia hesitated for a while, but not because of hesitation, but because of her own plan repeatedly in her mind.

A perfect... revenge plan.

So the cherry lips rose slightly, evoking a sultry arc:

"I'm going to move an entire military factory from Clovis City to Moby Dick."