I will be crowned king

"Snapped--!"

Lightly lighting the pipe with [Gathering Flame], and after exhaling a long wisp of smoke, Anson sat leisurely in the armchair that Ian moved for him, with the chandelier above his head casting a thick shadow on his face.

Sitting under the light, he seemed to be a devil lurking in the darkness - this was Ian's most direct thought at the moment.

Standing at the edge of the light, he glanced at Carno in the corner. It seemed plain and casual, but it happened to block the most spacious space in the room and the window that could be used as an escape exit.

Compared to the two people's "tactfulness", Wild Hunt Knight Derek was much more direct. He stood firmly in front of the door, holding the handle of the knife with both hands while his eyes never left the back of Anson's neck, as if facing a formidable enemy. Put on a posture of being ready to pounce.

Although they clearly had the advantage, the three of them didn't feel even the slightest bit safe.

"So, what exactly is the proposal?"

Cold words sounded in the room, and Carno, who was wearing a gorgeous long dress and flowing blond hair, was the first to speak.

"Don't be anxious yet." Anson raised his head slowly and stared at the leader of the Knights who was pretending to be calm with a playful gaze:

"Before we start, we have a few 'little things' that need to be explained."

"piece of cake?"

"Yes, for example..."

Anson deliberately paused and said with a long tail: "One of my subordinates told me that he saw an unusually familiar figure among the gangs who attacked the chapel."

"And this person is extremely good at hiding. If this subordinate is not also an excellent talent and holds some key information, he might even think it is his hallucination."

Feeling the looming gaze hidden under the brim of the hat, Ian showed a subtle yet embarrassed smile on his face.

"While on Teapot Street, my Guards Company Commander, Beluga Sheriff Lisa Bach, allegedly encountered an assailant she knew very well who was armed with two long knives."

"The other party suddenly appeared when she was about to investigate a certain tavern. Not only did he sneak attack a young girl from behind, but after discovering that he could not defeat the other party, he found a large number of helpers, and he took advantage of the chaos to escape from the scene, leaving Reinforcements that arrived later found nothing."

"Cough cough cough cough cough...!!!"

The Wild Hunt Knight, who was tense just now, found that his throat was not feeling well, and his violent coughing made him blush from his neck to his Tianling Gai. He tried his best to avoid the strange eyes of his two companions.

"Although the above actions did not cause irreparable damage to Beluga Port, they also proved that there is indeed an organization in this city that can compete with the Storm Division; not only is it invisible, but it can also mobilize various gangs and mercenaries Gangs, fugitives, and lone adventurers work for him."

Gently blowing out a perfect smoke ring, Anson said calmly: "If these 'small problems' are not solved, the storm masters will always invest a lot of resources in maintaining stability. Some guys with ulterior motives will even take the opportunity to cause trouble and spread the news." Certain frightening rumors undermined the prestige of the Stormtroopers and the mainland in the colony."

"For example...immortal Chancellor Harold."

The whole room fell silent again.

"What exactly do you want to say?"

As if he was tired of the other party's teasing, Sir Carno said again: "If you are here to ask questions, you shouldn't come in person, let alone by yourself, right?"

Ian Clemens remained silent, while Derek, the Wild Hunt Knight, tensed up his nerves again and did not dare to leave the handle of the knife at his waist.

"of course not."

Anson gently took off the pipe from the corner of his mouth and looked at the "girl" standing in the corner:

"I am a practical person and have no interest in such meaningless behavior as 'revenge', and I am not prepared to hold you accountable - after all, you were still controlled by the oath curse when the incident occurred, and it is also a form of coercion to a certain extent. I have no choice but to take revenge, but you cannot be considered the first offender."

The friendly expression made the atmosphere in the room much more relaxed.

Ian, who was hiding in the shadows, slightly pulled the brim of his hat to cover his frown.

Anson Bach... He seemed to be trying to excuse the three of them, but in fact he was making a subtle threat.

What does "non-accountability" mean? What does "to a certain extent" mean? What is a "first offender"?

In other words, in his eyes, the three of them are still responsible for the current situation in Beluga Harbor - of course this is true - and they are not completely forced to carry out the orders of Chloe Musk or the Cressey family. ; If the dead Kolo is the first offender, he himself is an accessory.

This is Anson Bach’s true thoughts!

He was still threatening, but instead of being unabashed before, it was now wrapped with a layer of cheap candy wrapper; of course, for this "politeness", he also had to pay a price.

"So...what does this have to do with your 'proposal'?"

Derek, who couldn't hold himself back at all, said, "Since you no longer intend to pursue it, why do you still bring it up?"

"Because my next proposal is closely related to what you have done before." Anson raised the corner of his mouth without looking back and continued to tease these guys who had no choice but to accept their fate:

"Everyone, Chloë Musk is dead. I can 100% guarantee the authenticity of this matter; because I personally blew out his chest and Tianling Cap, and watched his brain and heart become The meat sauce smeared on the door panel was burned to ashes again.”

After the words fell, the three people who were stunned had different expressions.

It's one thing to know about the death of Chloë Musk, but it's another thing to hear the "murderer" vividly tell it personally...

"But except for us... to be precise, except for me and everyone in the Faithless Knights, no one knows the truth about the whereabouts of Chloe Mask, including the majority of the soldiers of the Council of Five Hundred and the Storm Division."

Anson shook the pipe in his hand and dispersed the smoke in front of his eyes: "For most people, Chloe Musk is not only the mediator of the meeting, but also the role of many organizations-such as the Harrods Foundation. Will—the funder and mastermind behind the scenes.”

"As long as he is alive, these organizations will continue to exist, turning from a piece of loose sand into a force that can affect Beluga Harbor and even the entire Ice Dragon Fjord."

"But he is already dead." Derek said solemnly:

"Even if we don't intervene, you can easily eliminate those people with an army of several thousand people."

"Yes, but what if he's still alive?"

"……Um?!"

The Wild Hunt Knight suddenly didn't understand.

Ian vaguely guessed Anson's thoughts: "You mean...let us pretend to be Chloe Musk's men as the Faithless Knights and infiltrate these organizations?"

"To be precise, let them believe that you are Chloe Musk." Anson looked around and raised the pipe in his hand:

"And it's not just about 'infiltrating', but controlling every move of these organizations - this is your only option."

"……How to say?"

"Chloe Musk is dead. Whether you accept it or not, the Cressy family and the rest of the Knights who are still loyal to them will definitely regard you as traitors, and retaliatory pursuit is inevitable."

Anson narrowed his eyes slightly: "Obviously, if I ask you to help me eradicate and instigate those members of the Knights, even if we can cooperate on the surface, I'm afraid I won't be able to accept it in my heart - not only is the risk extremely high, but I'm afraid I can't bear to do it at all. in."

"As a very considerate collaborator, I am willing to give you a way out: hide in these organizations and help me control their every move, while also allowing you to avoid the pursuit of the Knights."

"This is a mutually beneficial cooperation where both sides get what they want."

Looking at the "sincere" smile on Anson's face, Ian and Carno quickly exchanged glances; the leader of the knights with a cautious expression paused for a moment and said softly:

"Can you allow us to think about it?"

"No." Anson smiled lightly, but his tone was very tough:

"I'm very sorry, but I want your answer now - either you accept this offer or we become enemies."

"Are you sure?" Derek snorted coldly:

"There are three of us."

"I'm pretty sure."

Anson's smile remained unchanged: "Because what I want to see today is not an enemy, but a friend who is in a dilemma and is in urgent need of help."

"What do you say, Sir Ian Clemens?"

Feeling the eyes turning towards him, Ian closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

……………………

South of Beluga Harbor, Harold's Mansion.

In the evening, Wolf, riding a two-wheeled carriage, walked through the bustling streets of the port area and arrived outside the gate of the mansion.

As a member of the Harold Foundation, it has been his routine in recent months to visit the widow of the former speaker and then participate in various activities within the chamber.

To be fair, when Harold was the speaker, he made a living from a few carpenters and paper-making workshops in the city. His life was not very good. On the contrary, it was after the arrival of the garrison and the business he gave to the newspaper that he truly became a leader. Having earned the first pot of gold, I am even richer than many people who looked down on me in the past.

But for some reason, although he was grateful to the newspaper for making him rich, Wolf still missed the past days and could never like the garrison.

So after the Harold Foundation was born, even though he knew that this organization could not do anything at all, Wolf still became a member of the foundation - especially after those guys who had looked down on him made various polite requests, begging him to join. And when investing in shares.

The carriage slowly stopped at the roadside, and Wolf, who hurriedly got out of the car, did not forget to tidy up his clothes and prepare to visit the former speaker's widow while there was still time, and then go to the activity room to wait for the arrival of others.

Although he did not have any position in the foundation and no one had ever asked for his opinion, Wolf felt very good about being able to receive a private interview from his widow and sitting in the seat closest to the president.

But there seemed to be some "little" accidents in Harold's mansion today...

"well?"

Looking at the activity room that was usually empty but now packed with seats, Wolf froze on the spot.

In the hall, which was tightly wrapped with expensive black velvet curtains, thick, gloomy and indifferent, members on both sides of the long table in the center were sitting upright, and not even the sound of Wolf pushing the door in could make them even think about it. Take a look back.

All of these people are "deacons" of the foundation, responsible for assisting the president in managing daily work - that is, spreading rumors and organizing large-scale activities to commemorate the former speaker - all of them have been alive for the longest time after the garrison arrived at Beluga Port. Unsatisfactory guys.

In the shadows around the room, there are rows of sofas and benches, crowded with almost four times as many figures as in front of the long table; all of them have not been assigned tasks by the president, have low status, or have just joined the foundation. Soon members.

But these are not the focus of Wolf's attention at this moment: in the seat that belongs only to the president, sits a stranger wearing a hood, and only his hands and chin can be seen from his whole body.

And the president...the president who usually seemed gentle and gentle, but was actually extremely arrogant, was sitting in his own seat, observing the stranger's every move as cautiously as he usually did, not daring to show any slightest indifference.

Wolf was like a newcomer who had just arrived and didn't know what to do. He was stunned in place.

After a long time, the stranger who seemed to have finally noticed him slowly raised his chin and said leisurely:

"Since this member is here, please quickly find a seat and sit down."

"Ah? Ah...ah! Yes, yes! I, I, I, I...I will...this will..."

Wolf, who suddenly woke up, stammered a reply and hurriedly closed the door behind him; he first subconsciously glanced at the seat that originally belonged to him in front of the long table, and then got into the seat next to him as quickly as possible. Shadow found a place to squat in the corner.

It wasn't until he confirmed that no one could see him anymore that Wolf finally breathed a sigh of relief and found some peace of mind in his panic.

Somehow, he always felt that the stranger's voice was unusually familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before; and looking at the expressions of his companions around him, he found that they seemed to already know the identity of the person.

Wolf showed a curious expression, but he was too afraid to ask if he spoke out and would be discovered, so he had to keep his mouth shut.

After a few more minutes, after seemingly confirming that there were no more absent members, the stranger sitting at the head of the long table finally spoke slowly:

"Dear gentlemen, I am honored to be able to come to this sacred and glorious organization today and talk face to face with you; the reason why I am here is because I believe that you are the whole Beluga Harbor and even Ice Dragon Fjord, A noble gentleman with the most moral and honorable sense.”

"Your lofty ideals and persistent pursuit of the spirit have led me to decide a secret that should not have been made public in the first place. In this way, I will tell you that our respected former Speaker, the Honorable Harold Lefkas... "

"Still alive."