I Will Be The Crowned King

"Gone?!"

In the Storm Legion headquarters, An Sen, who was about to leave to send Talia to Winter Torch City, was stunned in place, his expression was a little rude: "What is missing!"

"I would also like to be able to explain it all, but unfortunately I don't know more than you about this emergency."

The former guard officer had his hands behind his back, and his face was filled with the self-blame expression of his subordinates when they reported work problems: "When the Grenadiers arrived, the tavern owner and the informant had disappeared, and there was only the hanged bartender in the room— - Judging from the corpse, he has been dead for nearly half a day."

"Half a day... no one noticed anything abnormal?"

"Normally there should be, but it's a bank construction site."

"The smell of fish, alcohol and sweat, combined with the sound of starting work, was enough to silence a homicide," Fabian explained.

This reasoning sounds a bit far-fetched, but it is indeed in line with the reality - the good security of Beluga Port was originally based on the "self-protection" of the faithful militia, plus the result of the legion's iron fist suppression, otherwise there will be gangs everywhere, old and new, old and new. How can a port city where colonists and natives live in a mix of conflicts and immigrants seem to be harmonious and prosperous?

If it weren't for the Kreisie family, the death of a person in the tavern would not even be worth the headlines of tomorrow's Moby Dick.

Slightly restraining his surprised emotions, An Sen reviewed the entire incident in his mind, thinking calmly:

First of all, it can be basically confirmed that the informant should be the middle and senior level of Beluga Port, and it is even very likely that he has contact with the military corps of the legion.

The time of the bartender's death was half a day before Ian Clemens and others prepared to "deal", so the informant's escape time should be the morning - and he met with Ian and the three the night before to arrange Arrest plans for informants.

Killing the bartender to cover up his whereabouts proves that he was in a hurry to escape... The informant didn't know when the three of Ian would appear, or even who the "deal" object was. He just suddenly received information and had to flee the scene as soon as possible. , at the cost of cutting off all contact with the network.

So he is very clear about his determination to catch him, so that he can escape without hesitation... Either this person knows him very well, or someone informs him.

"In addition to this, the command has received a total of double-digit homicides in the past two days, at least half of which are suspected to be related to the Knights of No Faith, and left things like 'revenge', 'traitor',' at the crime scene. slogans like 'retribution'." Fabien went on to report:

"The situation is very similar to the previous assassination in the parliamentary restaurant and the failure of this arrest. There is almost no trace of the perpetrator. When the scene is discovered, it has been at least one day."

In other words, they were not killing aimlessly, they could find out in absolute safety every time, even if they had strong concealment skills, it was a low-probability event, so it was planned... Anson looked at Throwing. Squad Leader:

"Who is in charge of investigating the case?"

"...Originally it was Lieutenant Colonel Carl and Lieutenant Colonel Norton."

"original?"

"Yes."

Fabian, who supported the brim of his hat, nodded lightly and lowered his voice deliberately: "But Miss Lisa Bach took away the right to handle the case after knowing that Brigadier General you were injured - now the 3rd Infantry Regiment and the Cavalry Company are doing their best Cooperate with the guard company to search and arrest suspects all over the city."

"..."

Okay, there's nothing wrong, it can disrupt their rhythm to a certain extent... Anson maintained his usual sense of calmness: "So now in the officer corps, only Lieutenant Colonel Norton Crosell has no other tasks for the time being, and the people It's still in Beluga Port City, right?"

As for Carl Bain... The Legion Chief of Staff can never be left without work, especially with a boss who trusts him so much.

The Grenadier Commander thought for a few seconds, and then gave a precise answer: "It is true."

"Let him wait for me in the lounge on the left side of the parliament before four o'clock this afternoon." Anson nodded slightly:

"Also make an appointment with Baron Aix, also in the left-hand side of the Parliament - just say I have a very important matter, and I hope to have a private conversation with him.

"Also, I will stay in Beluga Port City while I'm recovering from my injury. I'll trouble you and Lieutenant Colonel Alexei for the daily work of the legion."

"What about Lieutenant Colonel Carl?"

"He? Let him be temporarily in charge of the New World Company and the Shooting Army. This is urgent."

Before he finished speaking, An Sen suddenly remembered something: "Oh, by the way, has the group of shooting soldiers recruited from Yangfan City hired suitable officers?"

"Already in place and officially inaugurated." Fabian replied immediately: "Because you were busy with banking and riots at the time, so you didn't report immediately - a total of 100 officers, 50 each for Clovis and the colony. name."

"Who is the person with the highest position at the moment?"

"It's Captain Joseph."

"Joseph...who?"

"It's the former head of the Longhu Town Militia." Fabian reminded:

"After the Supreme Council at Grey Dove Castle, he voluntarily resigned from the position of 'Long Lake Legion Commander' given to him by the Long Lake Town Council, and offered to join the New World Company; considering his experience in this area, we agreed."

"Experience?"

Anson tried his best to recall, but he really couldn't recall any outstanding achievements the former militia commander had.

"The Storm Legion is seriously understaffed at the moment, and we can't recruit too many outstanding officers to fill the vacancy in the Shooting Corps." Fabian paused and said meaningfully:

"Under the premise of not affecting the combat strength of the army, Captain Joseph is already the best candidate for the commander of the shooting army."

"……All right."

Although he didn't expect this servant army to play a big role, An Sen still felt a twitch in the corners of his mouth when he thought that they would be commanded by "excellent talents" from the imperial colonies in the future.

"Tell Commander Joseph that the shooting corps must form the most basic combat power by the end of this year. Lieutenant Colonel Carl Bain will serve as the commander-in-chief of the corps and undertake the work of materials, basic training subjects and camp management. He will serve as the deputy commander. Perform on-site tasks." An Sen solemnly said:

"He doesn't need to worry about the treatment. I will have a special interview with him in a few days...that's all."

"Yes."

The head of the grenadier saluted, and without saying anything, he calmly turned and left the living room of the headquarters.

Sitting on the sofa, Anson calmly stared at the flames in the fireplace and was not in a hurry to leave; Talia went to Winter Torch City, and now she lacked the protection of a blasphemous mage, and was at the same time by the grave keeper of the Resting Land. The Crecy family is eyeing and needs to be more cautious than in the past.

At present, the other party has been scattered as a group of wandering soldiers, and has lost contact with the Crecy family. It stands to reason that even if it is to take revenge, it should appear more random and unprepared than in the past, but the implementation situation is just the opposite, the action is fast, The decisiveness of the response is better than ever.

The most likely answer is that it's not just them who hope to get rid of themselves... Someone is going to great lengths to provide them with various conveniences regardless of the consequences.

Right at this moment...

pat.

The crisp ceramic sound made An Sen turn his head subconsciously, and found that the little secretary was standing beside him, and put a cup of steaming, tan drink on the coffee table.

"This is a hot drink that is good for sleep as ordered by Miss Talia." Ellen Dawn reminded attentively:

"In addition, she also asked me to put away all the wine in the headquarters and the mansion, and you are not allowed to take out a bottle until you are healed."

All... Anson looked at the drink in the cup and couldn't help swallowing his throat:

"Ellen."

"grown ups?"

"The day...the day before I was invited to the restaurant by Reinhard, did you talk to anyone about it?"

"of course not!"

Alan Dawn said without hesitation: "It is the most serious negligence of a clerk to leak the master's itinerary without permission!"

"No, sorry, that's not what I meant." Anson waved his hand: "I want to say that besides you, who else will know my whereabouts that day - including Reinhard and Talia."

"Who else..." The little secretary thought for a few seconds:

"Then there are only three of them."

"Miss Lisa Bach of the Guard Company, she could but should not know; Lieutenant Colonel Carl Bain, Chief of Staff, but he has been so busy lately that he has no time to consult your schedule, Colonel Fabien, Commander of the Grenadiers, he In charge of the defense of Moby Dick, I would occasionally ask him for help, but rarely on the work side."

"And, and I don't think it's possible for any of them to do such a thing, they..."

"I understand."

Looking at the suddenly flustered little secretary, An Sen interrupted in a hurry:

"I'm just asking."

……………………

Beluga Harbour Council, left-hand room.

Although it was only four o'clock in the afternoon, the snowflakes in the sky and the sun obscured by the dark clouds made Beluga Harbour shrouded in a biting coldness; there were not many pedestrians on the streets with the wind whistling, only the left In the taverns and mansions of the rich you can see the lights and hear the hustle and bustle.

In the empty corridor, Norton Crossell, who was alone, walked towards the door of the lounge in the side hall with his hands behind his back.

If I remember correctly, this should be the commander-in-chief's first... No, the second request to meet me alone.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, but found that the door was actually open, which made him stunned.

At the same time, the commander-in-chief who was chatting with another person in the room immediately noticed the movement: "Lieutenant Colonel Norton, are you here?"

Raising his hand to greet his subordinates, Anson stood up: "Sorry, Baron, I may have to leave for a while, just a few minutes."

"You please." Baron Aikes said with a smile:

"We can talk over dinner, Brigadier General."

"Thank you." The smiling Anson bowed and saluted, stepping out of the room; without waiting for Norton to speak, he dragged him into the utility room next to him.

boom--

Looking at the door that was slammed shut, the dark and narrow space made Norton's heartstrings even tighter, and he subconsciously lowered his voice: "Commander-in-chief..."

"When you came, were you followed?" Anson turned his back to him, his voice low.

"Ah?" Norton froze for a moment, then subconsciously thought for a few seconds:

"should not."

"very good."

Anson turned his head and glanced at Norton: "I have a very important and very dangerous task for you - but before that, you have to tell me how many forces of the Truth Society still exist in Moby Dick. ?"

"Uh... not many." Norton said subconsciously, "I'm usually not in charge of negotiation and communication tasks. I only know the contact information of a few informants."

"Can the identities of these informants be determined, or security?" Anson asked.

"Can."

Norton nodded nervously, and cold sweat fell from his temples: "I can even tell you their identities, but...why do you suddenly want to know this?"

"Don't ask, just concentrate on answering my question." An Sen's eyes moved:

"The situation is very simple. I suspect that there is an inner ghost in Beluga Harbor who is leaking my whereabouts to the remnants of the Faithless Knights and the Kressey family~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But there are no clues or evidence, and some clues need to be verified as soon as possible."

"I want you to contact the informants of the Truth Society and tell them that the Crecy family is waiting for an opportunity to destroy your forces in the colony. Find an opportunity to hide as soon as possible, and you can ask the legion for assistance if you really can't."

"At the same time, if they have some information related to the Cressey family, let me know as soon as possible - this matter is only left to you, report directly to me, without going through Carl Bain and Alan Clerk Dawn."

"Understood!" Norton's expression condensed:

"In fact, on the day you were assassinated, I tried to get in touch with them once; but the informant also seemed to know little about the situation of the Knights of Untrustworthiness, and he has not given me an accurate answer."

"Very good, keep in touch, and of course try to be safe - they will probably target the officers of the regiment as well."

An Sen said blankly: "In addition, this is only one of your tasks, and there is another thing to entrust you, and only you can do it - I want you to follow someone."

"The time is three days. After three days, you have to report to me all his itinerary, where he went, who he met, and all of which must be recorded. At the same time, you are not allowed to alarm him, let alone reveal the details of the mission to him, try not to let him Be aware of your presence; as soon as you sense he's on guard, stop immediately, understand?"

Can't be discovered, can't disclose details, it seems that it should be a colleague, and his identity and status are not low... Norton Crosell nodded slightly: "Understood!"

"So, who do you want me to follow?"

An Sen smiled lightly, walked slowly to Lieutenant Colonel Norton's side, lowered his voice and whispered in his ear:

"Chief of Staff of the Legion, Lieutenant Colonel Carl Bain!"