I will be crowned king

Beluga Harbor, midnight.

When the whole city was sleeping to welcome a new day, the roar of countless iron hooves and military boots rang out in the dark and deserted streets.

Teams wearing red and black military uniforms, armed with torches held high, shuttled quickly between the streets and communities of Beluga Harbor; occasionally residents were awakened by the movement outside, and just wanted to see what was going on outside, before they opened the windows. Frightened by the warning whistle, he locked the windows, drew the curtains, hid under the table and shivered.

Although it was night and there was no warning, the soldiers launched quite quickly - not only because they controlled all the churches in the city as strongholds, but nearly half a month of patrols and front-end city reconstruction work had allowed the Storm Division to take control of the entire city. The traffic route map of Beluga Port, and be familiar with all traffic arteries and key commanding heights.

Fabian does not need to make too many arrangements. As long as he follows the previously established patrol route, he can cooperate with the defenders in each stronghold (church) to blockade the entire Beluga Port.

Amidst the sound of iron whistles, the line infantry blocked important streets in the city in half-platoon units, built fortifications and roadblocks at intersections, and cut off various communities.

The hussars, holding torches high, were rampaging through the deserted streets. While galloping, they whistled to report the situation to various strongholds and roads.

In less than half an hour, the entire Beluga Harbor had been placed under the surveillance of the Storm Division.

The guard company of more than 200 people was divided into two parts. Three-quarters were responsible for controlling the commanding heights in the city and serving as secret sentries. The remaining one-quarter was temporarily assigned by Fabian to serve as his own bodyguard and follow him on a certain mission. Some more "special" tasks.

So being woken up by his panicked family, the disheveled Speaker Harold got up from the bed. The first thing he knew was that his home was surrounded by Stormtroopers.

"Lieutenant Colonel Fabian, what does this mean?!"

Harold, who was wearing only pajamas and shivering in the cold wind, said in fear; against the expressionless former Guards officer and the fifty soldiers of the Guards Company behind him, the usually calm Speaker He looked extremely embarrassed.

In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he looked so scared and embarrassed.

"Perform the mission." Fabian said coldly:

"Commander Anson Bach was invited to a banquet by Lord Mason Wetzler tonight and was assassinated by gangsters at Wetzler's residence; we are sealing off the city and arresting the remnants of the murderer."

"The Commander was assassinated?!" Harold blurted out in horror, but then he realized that if Anson was really dead, how could he chat with him so calmly:

"So...how is the situation now?"

"The commander is safe and sound, with only minor injuries." Fabian still had an extremely indifferent expression:

"It seems that Mr. Mason Wetzler was a little frightened. I was still in a coma when I came here just now, and I should have woken up now."

"That's good, that's good..." Harold said matter-of-factly, forcing out a smile:

"In that case, why did you come to me? Aren't you supposed to protect the Commander and arrest the fleeing murderer's remnants?"

"That's Major Karl and Lieutenant Colonel Alexei's mission, not mine."

Fabian's tone seemed very casual, indifferent but without any nervousness: "Commander Anson Bach has personally confirmed that the murderer who attacked Wetzler's residence was the accomplices of the criminals who killed four soldiers before, a group of self-proclaimed 'Unfaithful Knights'" Tuan's underground gang."

"The Faithless Knights?"

"They are a group of traitors to the empire. The most important thing is... they are all talented people who have been trained and have awakened the power of blood." Fabian explained:

"Commander Anson Bach killed several of them, but there are still at least three criminals running around in Beluga Harbor. It is very likely that they will carry out retaliatory assassinations because the plan failed."

"In order to avoid irreparable damage to Beluga Harbor, we decided to carry out key protection of important places and people in the city."

"As the Speaker of the Beluga Harbor Council, your importance to Beluga Harbor is second only to Commander Anson Bach; therefore, these fifty elite soldiers and I are responsible for your security work to ensure that no accidents occur."

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when Fabian said this, Harold actually heard a hint of flattery in it.

"Oh, thank you for your enthusiasm and concern. You have worked really hard." Harold quickly expressed his kindness and suppressed his trembling body with a smile:

"But our family also has its own guards. Even if someone attacks, we can protect ourselves; you really don't need to waste so many precious troops to protect me...really!"

"I'm afraid this won't work." Seeing Harold trying to resist, Fabian's tone immediately became a little colder:

"Protecting you is an order personally issued by Commander Anson Bach. Unless the crisis is resolved or the commander himself requests it, we cannot leave like this."

"Oh, by the way, we have set up a military station and road card outside your home, and arranged a six-pound cannon; so please be sure to keep your family calm and do not go out without permission."

"Otherwise...I cannot guarantee you that the artillerymen responsible for monitoring will remain calm at all times."

"Okay... okay... I... I will tell them." Harold tried his best to restrain the corners of his mouth that kept trying to twitch, and said with a flattering expression.

Soon, he realized a very serious problem: "Does this mean that for all the members of the Beluga Harbor Council, you have appointed dedicated people to protect their safety?"

"Of course." Fabian wrote lightly:

"Not only that, the soldiers responsible for protecting them will also tell everyone everything that happened tonight to prevent everyone from making random guesses and making the situation more tense."

"What?!"

The frightened Harold screamed in his heart and almost shouted out.

He now finally knows what Anson Bach wants to do!

Why Mason suddenly invited Anson to the banquet, who sent that damn Faithless Knights to attack them both, or whether it was a good show directed and performed by him or Mason... none of this matters now.

What matters is what other people on the White Whale Harbor Council will think when they hear this?

Who would benefit most from Anson Bach's death? !

Who had the most power taken away from Anson Bach after he came to Moby-Dick Harbor? !

Who stood in the way of Anson Bach seizing control of Moby Harbor and the colony? !

who? !

Of course, it’s the dignified Speaker Harold of the White Whale Harbor Council... myself!

Without even thinking about it, this was definitely the first thought that popped into the minds of the congressmen after they heard the news; but Anson Bach used an excellent excuse to put everyone under house arrest alone, so that I can't collude with other people, and I can't even explain it.

And once tonight is over and everything is settled...even if I want to explain, it will be too late.

Fear came over him like a tide, causing Harold to shiver involuntarily while standing in the cold wind.

Fabian put his hands behind his back, and looked at his pocket watch very casually, as if he didn't notice his rapidly changing expression at all:

"It's still some time before dawn, can you invite me in for a drink?"

……………………

Port area, Wetzler House.

Mason Wetzler, who was suppressing a headache, woke up from his drowsiness, held his head and got up from the ground, while trying his best to open his eyes.

The blurred vision gradually became clearer. First, he saw the fireplace opposite, which was still burning with warm firelight, and then the intact dining table, the oil paintings on the wall... and for some reason, the restaurant became a little empty.

Of course, he knew why.

Except for this, the entire restaurant was still so clean, tidy, and warm; if it weren't for the missing furniture and the blood stains on the carpet and walls, Mason Wetzler would even mistakenly think that it was all just a dream.

But Anson Bach, sitting in the easy chair across from him, drinking rum and covered in blood, can attest to that absolutely not.

"you're awake?"

Hearing the movement behind him, Anson turned to look behind him, chuckled and asked, "How are you doing? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"No...no...nothing..." Perhaps because of the heavy blow to his head, Mason, who was hesitating, found that he could not speak:

"I mean...I'm fine!"

"Thank God, that's great!"

Anson's face showed a smile of information, and he walked towards him very enthusiastically, and said kindly: "When I found that you still couldn't wake up, I have been very worried about your safety, for fear of something unexpected happening!"

"Thank you for your concern, you are so polite..." Mason felt warm in his heart, and the panic he had just felt seemed to have calmed down a little.

If Anson wasn't covered in blood and smelling strongly of gunpowder from head to toe, he would feel warmer.

Of course, what he really cares about now is not this: "By the way, then...those assassins, they still..."

"It's all been resolved."

Anson comforted with a smile, raised his hand and gently pressed Mason's shoulder.

"Everything...solved?"

This imaginative answer made Mason feel cold in his heart.

"That's right, everything has been solved." Anson smiled unabated:

"Although it has caused a lot of trouble and losses, from now on, the Faithless Knights will never again become a threat to the peace and prosperity of Beluga Harbor."

Mason's expression froze directly on his face.

solved?

Several elite talents...the important trump cards that they had invested years of energy and wealth in were just...solved?

By himself? !

For some reason, Mason suddenly had a strange urge to pounce on Anson Bach and take off his clothes and face to see if there was a human-like monster hiding in his body.

"This is just a faithless knight. There are still many similar armed groups lurking in Beluga Port." Anson continued:

"Only by getting rid of them all can the prosperity and stability of Beluga Port be ensured, no matter what method is used... What do you think?"

"Oh...oh yes, yes!" Mason nodded quickly:

"We must, we must deal with them all...all of them!"

"Of course, I personally hope to use more peaceful means to solve this problem as much as possible. After all, violence should always be used as a last resort."

Anson chuckled lightly, picked up a glass of dark rum and handed it to the unconscious Mason Wetzler: "I will entrust you with the task of convincing 'those people'; Sir Mason, I hope you will not disappoint me. "

"That's for sure!" Mason took the wine glass with both hands, with a look of death on his face:

"You can trust me completely and I will definitely give you a satisfactory result."

Anson showed a very satisfied smile: "Very good, then I will thank you in advance."

"In addition...now that you are awake, I can leave with peace of mind; but please don't worry, I have dispatched a team of soldiers to take care of the safety of you and your family."

"At least tonight until 9:30 tomorrow morning, you don't have to worry about anyone daring to attack this building; if they really want to do so, they will at least have to step over the bodies of Stormtrooper soldiers first."

After saying that, Anson ignored the other party's expression, turned around with a smile and walked out of the restaurant.

"Oh, right."

Just when Mason thought he was leaving and finally breathed a sigh of relief, Anson suddenly stopped, looked back and chuckled at him:

"I suddenly remembered that there is something I might need to trouble you to pass on to Speaker Harold of the White Whale Port Assembly for me."

"Speaker Harold?" Mason immediately raised his vigilance and asked cautiously: "Why do you have to let me hand it over to him?"

"Because this is actually a letter, and the content is something I want to communicate with him." Anson explained:

"It's possible that he couldn't understand my sincerity and thoughts when saying these things in person because of his emotional fluctuations, so he wanted to use a letter. It would be easier for him to accept it if it could be done through you instead of me and my people."

"I see."

Mason suddenly understood and immediately agreed: "No problem! I will definitely give this letter to him as soon as possible and try my best to persuade him to accept it."

"Thank you very much." Anson thanked him and handed the letter to the other party.

This was a rather ordinary letter. It was not even sealed with ink pad. It only had a seal stamped on the sealing place. On it was a family crest that he had never seen before.

After explaining the matter of the letter, Anson nodded slightly, saluted and said goodbye to Mason, and then left the Wetzler residence without looking back.

Mason Wetzler held the letter in his hands and sat motionless on the chair; until he finally couldn't hear Anson's footsteps at all, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his hands, which were already so sore.

Then...he opened the letter without hesitation.

There were two pieces of letter paper inside. The trembling Mason opened the first one first; it read:

[Yes, I knew you would take it apart and take a peek. 】

[So congratulations on guessing correctly, this letter is actually for you, Mr. Mason Wetzler. 】