I will be crowned king

Almost at the same time that the harsh silver whistle sounded above the castle, the two judges showed solemn expressions at the same time.

Looking at the expressions of Lawrence and Cole, Anson, who was sitting next to Mace Hornard, became alert at the same time.

The Inquisitor's Silver Whistle is a tool for members of the Inquisition to quickly transmit messages to each other within short to medium distances. It has a set of semi-confidential communication codes to ensure that information can be communicated to everyone in an emergency.

In other words, no matter who blows the silver whistle, no matter what the message is, just the sound of the whistle is serious enough in itself!

He couldn't help but secretly glance at the professor beside him... Mace Honnard, who was sitting in his seat, still maintained a gentle expression, without even a trace of panic or nervousness between his eyebrows.

That dull look in his eyes, as if nothing that happened tonight would surprise him.

"what happens?"

Panting, Cole Dorian looked at Lawrence: "Sierra...didn't she go to check the situation in the office? What other emergency could there be... How about I go over and take a look now?"

"No, we have to seal off the banquet hall now!" Lawrence said decisively.

As one of the oldest inquisitors of the Truth-seeking Order, he is far more aware than Cole Dorian of how troublesome tonight's matter is: an ambassador of the Elf Kingdom died in the reception of the Church College as an Old God sect. At the dinner, the interests and diplomatic disputes involved were beyond imagination.

If you don't seal off the scene immediately and find a way to stabilize the situation and end it properly, but let it ferment, there will definitely be irreparable consequences in the end!

Hundreds of years ago, the sectarian split within the Church of Order caused the entire Order world to fall into a terrifying dark age in order to support various sects. It started when a northern coastal fishing village rebelled against doctrines that were not in line with local customs.

"But Sera has been forced to blow the silver whistle, and you still want to leave her alone?"

Just when the puzzled Kor Dorian asked and Lawrence was about to explain, another silver whistle sounded above the castle.

This time it was different from before. It was no longer just a rapid sound, but had frequency bands and intermittence.

The two people who heard the sound were stunned for a moment, and then the two judges looked at each other, and at the same time they saw expressions of disbelief on each other's faces.

"This, this is impossible, right?"

The inferior judge, who was worried about his companions just now, now had a strange look on his face: "S-could she have seen it wrong? Those people... I'm not saying they won't do this... but this is a church college... they run here What are you here for?"

"I don't know either, but anything is possible."

Lawrence said solemnly, with a hint of disbelief on his solemn face.

He lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then turned and walked towards the banquet hall - half of the hall had been blown into ruins, and all the guests who were still safe were hiding in the other half.

"My lords and ladies, I have something very serious to tell you."

Looking at the faces full of fear and bewilderment, the judge said in a deep voice with his hoarse voice: "Just now, news came from one of our companions. She said..."

"Plop!"

An officer of the Guards ran wildly into the hall, fell straight to the ground, and interrupted Lawrence's words.

The next second, the Guards officer covered in blood got up from the ground. With a panicked expression and the shortest vocabulary, he perfectly summarized what the inquisitor wanted to say:

"Thugs, thousands of thugs are rushing in!"

………………

Under the moonless night, the usually empty streets outside St. Isaac's College were crowded with countless people; hundreds of lights and torches flickered in the rain.

Rushing towards the college.

"The enemy attack is approaching! The enemy attack is approaching! The enemy attack is approaching!"

The heavy rain and the chaotic sound of footsteps like war drums made the soldiers so absorbed that they could not hear even the words of the people closest to them.

Looking at the panicked face of the officer with no blood at all, and the saber waving in his hand until only the afterimage was visible, the Guards soldiers relied on the instincts of past training to form three lines behind the gate.

Fear is also written on their faces.

Holding loaded muzzle-loading rifles, the trembling soldiers looked at the densely packed streets opposite, with no end in sight of people. The muzzle-loading flintlock rifles in their hands suddenly became heavier than ever before.

After issuing a meaningless warning that probably no one could hear, the panicked Guards officer gave the order to fire at the top of his lungs.

"boom--!!!!"

Neat rows of guns swept through the crowd in the smoke and dust. Several screams were heard from the crowd holding high kerosene lamps and torches, and then the whole street fell into a brief panic.

But before the Guards had time to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that the other side would just disperse like the usual riots, a cry that tore through the rain curtain came from the dark night:

"Brothers, brothers! Look at that castle, look at that illuminated castle!" A thin, young worker in uniform stood in the rainstorm, pointing in the direction of the college and roared:

"While we were working day and night, these noble gentlemen were holding a banquet in the castle!"

"While we are losing our jobs because of this damn war, these noble gentlemen are having banquets in the castle!"

"They held a banquet in the castle, but forced us to work in such a cold weather, drove us to the streets, and left us with nothing!"

"Since they drove us to the streets and left us with nothing, then... we must take back what belongs to us!" The workers standing in the rain waved torches and shouted at the top of their lungs:

"Take back everything that belongs to us!"

"Get it back——!!!"

"Get them all back!"

The earth-shattering shouts penetrated the dark night and heavy rain, making the Guardsmen who stood firm in the rain tremble all over.

The scene that followed brought the morale of all the Guards to a freezing point - the originally sparse firelights on the streets in the heavy rain lit up one after another like a relay... The stars falling on the ground in the dark night had illuminated the entire Holy Land. Isaac Academy is surrounded from all sides!

"Fire, fire! Fire!!"

The trembling Guards officer waved the saber in his hand desperately, trying to cover up the fear in his heart with a roar:

"Kill them, beat them to death, these rebellious untouchables, beat them all to death!"

Neat volleys of guns began to shoot at the crowd in the heavy rain. The people at the front fell down one by one like wheat; the rain mixed with plasma spread on the ground, splashed by countless pairs of footsteps in a dazzling way. water splash.

The screaming fallen companions not only did not make the thugs retreat, but further aroused their anger; more and more figures waving torches emerged from the heavy rain, like a roaring torrent, rushing towards the people blocking the door. Guard line.

"Take back everything that belongs to us!"

………………

Amidst the earth-shattering shouts and volleys of gunfire, the banquet hall of the castle fell into dead silence.

The Guards officer, who was covered in blood, had a mournful look on his face. He slumped down on the carpet that had been burnt to ashes by the flames as if he had been frightened. He kept muttering "Dead", "It's over", "We can't stop them" and the like. talking to oneself.

The remaining guests in the hall did not give in too much. The elegant gentlemen and elegant ladies stood there in a state of confusion, and some even cried in panic.

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, what should we do?!"

Anson, whose expression was somewhat dazed, was brought back to reality by Lawrence's words. The three inquisitors surrounded him in the center of the round table, with different expressions, but all with eager looks.

It was obvious that they were a little panicked now.

It was originally just a vicious Old God sect incident, but in the end it was met with a riot of thousands of people - if the thugs from outside were allowed to attack, the three judges alone would not be able to stop it no matter what!

Lawrence had also considered protecting the Archbishop and evacuating from St. Isaac's College; but now that the Black Mage and his assistants are in this hall, who can guess whether this is the result that the Old Gods want?

With nothing to do, the three inquisitors found Anson Bach, who they regarded as an "expert" in dealing with this situation and who was also suspected of being a "old god sect".

But what they didn't know was that the Army Lieutenant Colonel, the leader of the Storm Regiment, and the number one hero in the Battle of Thunder Castle, who had "high hopes" for them, heard that thugs were besieging the college...

Even more shocked than them.

Why didn't you leave earlier? !

There have obviously been countless opportunities to take Lisa out of this hellish place!

Are you stupid? !

Anson lowered his head and took a deep breath to calm down. He now needed to prepare a foolproof plan to prevent the Tribunal, the Archbishop, and Professor Mace Honnard from thinking that he was just a kid and still alive. What a great way to spend your evening.

Well, there seem to be a lot of people.

Since it is a plan, the first thing to do is to find out the cause of the incident and what happened.

During the Difference Engine exhibition, the elf ambassador was killed and thugs attacked St. Isaac's College.

The three things seemed to be related to each other and seemed to be an interlocking plan - the exhibition was used as bait, the identity of the elf ambassador of the Old Gods was exposed to undermine the mediation, and finally the thugs attacked the banquet, creating a massacre and hiding all evidence and clues.

Clovis and the Yser elves will officially start a war, and Clovis Cathedral will temporarily fall into chaos, creating an opportunity for the black mage to steal the "Great Magic Book".

It seems like a perfect plan, but there are several problems:

When the exhibition first started, Mace Honnard himself was not in Clovis City; he came back by train temporarily because of his breakthrough in the research on August's bloodline.

In addition, if the mob outside the gate was instigated by the Black Mage, how could he be sure that the Archbishop would not leave the venue early?

Moreover, the Black Mage did not expect that he would come at first. His idea of ​​letting himself take advantage of the chaos to protect the Archbishop and leave in exchange for Luther Franz's trust... could only be a temporary idea.

Last but not least, Bloen only learned about the appearance and private mediation of the elf ambassador Maurice Périgord after the banquet started. It could not have been planned in advance!

If none of this was planned and was just a coincidence, what was the Black Mage's original plan?

Furthermore, what did he want to do... Anson frowned.

Countless speculations flashed through his mind, and then were rejected one after another; the three judges sitting opposite him looked at him in silence the whole time, lowering their heads and looking out, their eyes moving up and down and stretching back and forth, constantly revealing all kinds of weird things. expression.

This state lasted for a full minute. Cole Dorian, who couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't help but said: "I asked... could he be driven crazy by us..."

"boom!"

Anson, who had his head lowered, slammed down the table to interrupt the secondary judge. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the three judges with different expressions with wide eyes:

"map!"

"What map?"

The startled Cole Dorian blurted out, and Sera Virgil beside him had already spread out the map of Clovis City on the table without saying a word.

"I just thought of two plans." Anson couldn't wait to say: "The first plan is for the four of us to protect the archbishop and force a breakout from the enemy's weakest position..."

"Say the second one!"

Lawrence raised his hand to reject it.

"The second one is more complicated. There are three things to do in total." Anson nodded, trying to hide his regretful expression.

"Then first, someone needs to protect the Archbishop from evacuating and go directly to the palace - where the main body of the Guards is stationed." Anson looked at Cole Dorian and pressed the palace symbol on the map with his right hand:

"There are three companies of Guards in the academy, and they can hold out for an hour and a half at most, so this person must arrive within thirty minutes, do you understand?"

"clear!"

The inferior judge raised his head: "I can be there in ten minutes!"

"Of course, we cannot put all our hopes on the Guards. They may refuse." Anson turned his attention to the female inquisitor and pointed to Whitehall Street on the map:

"The Storm Regiment is stationed closer to here. Pulling them all here can barely deter the thugs, even without bullets. Do you understand?"

Sera Vigil nodded deeply.

"Finally, we have to stabilize people's hearts and at the same time find ways to repel the thugs who rush into the castle - there are Guards handles outside, there won't be many people rushing in, but there will be more and more people."

This time Anson raised his head and looked at Lawrence Bernat in front of him: "Someone has to protect these people in the hall and hold on until reinforcements arrive."

"clear."

The captain of the inquisitor nodded lightly: "There are also many people in the hall who have weapons in their hands. We can also mobilize them to relieve some pressure."

As expected of a captain, he is indeed experienced... Anson gave the opponent a thumbs up in his heart, and slapped the map on the table with a "bang!":

"Then take action, time waits for no one!"

"good!"

Cole Dorian was the first to stand up: "But there is a small problem."

"explain!"

"I just noticed that the Archbishop's daughter, Miss Sophia Franz, is missing. She doesn't seem to be in the hall - does this not affect our plan?"

"..." Anson Bach.