I will be crowned king

Holding back the pain in his chest and back, Reinhard stood up in a daze, pulled a chair and sat across from Anson, hesitantly picked up the glass of rum and took a big sip.

From beginning to end, his eyes remained on the unconscious attacker, and he did not dare to move away for a moment.

The hot alcohol poured into his body down his throat, finally calming down his trembling hands and rapidly beating heart. Reinhard finally relaxed a little and then turned his attention to the Brigadier General in front of him.

Or rather, the wound on his shoulder.

Anson, who looked calm and relaxed, enjoyed the wine and the cold apple tart. Because of his injured shoulder, he could only lean the elbow of his left hand on the edge of the table, and it was very difficult to stretch his head to reach the wine glass and food. ; The right hand holding the wound was stained red, blood soaked down the sleeve and covered half of the body, and a lot of it dripped on the wine glasses and tableware.

The corner of Reinhard's mouth twitched and he took a deep breath: "Well, Brigadier General..."

"Do you want tableware?" Anson was stunned and handed over his fork:

"Use mine first."

"Well……"

With a quick glance at the bloody fork, Reinhard twitched even more violently: "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. Let's have something to eat and relax."

"No, I'm really not hungry."

"real?"

"It's absolutely true!" Reinhard nodded quickly. He found that Anson's rum had also turned red:

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

"You mean it?"

Anson took his right hand away as if nothing had happened. The blood gushing through the hole made Reinhard almost vomit: "It's not a big deal, I won't die for a while, it just looks scary."

"But...but you are still bleeding!"

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

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

"The only side effects are that the body may be weak for a few days, and if the blood loss is severe, it may cause temporary amnesia and fall into a coma - similar to being drunk."

Reinhard: "..."

"Ah! Speaking of which, I may have a few things to trouble you." Anson seemed to suddenly remember something, and said seriously:

"Just three little things, okay?"

"Uh... sure."

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

"First, because I may be unconscious later, please be sure to hand over the murderer who attacked us to Colonel Fabian - remember, with your own hands, not anyone else."

"Ming, understand!"

"Second... block the news and make sure not to let this matter spread and claim it was an accident. The reason doesn't matter. The key is not to let people with bad intentions find opportunities."

"Of course! Where's the last one?"

"Finally...because I may be unconscious later, I can only explain to others what happened; this assassination was by no means a solo act. There must be a mastermind behind the murderer or a group working with him to find out what happened." , very important for subsequent detection work!”

"Understood." Reinhard nodded slightly, looking nervous:

"So, what exactly happened?"

"what happened……"

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

"I...can't remember clearly either!"

Plop——

Looking at Anson Bach, who was slumped on the table, the wide-eyed Reinhard suddenly froze on the spot.

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

He first surrounded the entire parliament as usual, and ordered the Promise Keepers soldiers who came with them to set up checkpoints and cordons around the area to prevent irrelevant people from approaching. He led a company into the building and investigated one by one according to the direction of the sound.

Seeing the commander of the grenadiers rushing into the parliament with heavily armed soldiers, the MPs who had been well-trained in riots and riots raised their hands in salute, shut up and stood there to show their cooperation, which really helped the commander of the grenadiers. Saved a lot of time.

On the way, they also found Alan Dawn tied up into a rice dumpling in a remote utility room... It took another half an hour for the severely comatose little clerk to wake up naturally. He seemed to have been under a spell. Medicine, but the two big dark circles under his eyes seemed to indicate that there were other reasons.

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

This is not because he does not care about the life and death of the commander-in-chief. On the contrary, it is because the commander of the grenadiers 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 you can hardly notice it unless you are vigilant enough.

Since the whole process is silent, it means that the commander-in-chief does not want the matter to get too big, and even needs to deal with it as low-key as possible to avoid causing meaningless commotion; then compared with rescue, timely control of the situation and stop loss are the first priority.

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

The results basically verified his guess: the messy scene, the unconscious murderer and the commander-in-chief himself, plus Reinhard Roland who was so panicked that he couldn't say anything, hardly caused any commotion; if it hadn't been for the final shot Even the quarrel in the parliament hall was more lively than the assassination.

After calming Reinhard, who was obviously emotionally unstable, Fabian ordered the grenadiers to take the attacker to the headquarters. At the same time, he sent Anson Bach, whose wounds had been hastily bandaged, to the military surgeon, leaving a few more people to clean up with him. On site, clean up the mess.

Because it had been baptized by [Rising Fire], the entire restaurant was in extreme chaos. Burnt tables and chairs, wallpapers, curtains and other furniture were everywhere. From the chandeliers to the blankets on the floor, there were craters of different calibers everywhere. All.

The familiar scene and the safe and sound Commander-in-Chief seemed to indicate that this time was no different from before, just a simple and ordinary assassination...

"Um?"

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

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

"Ah, nothing!"

Fabian's expression returned to normal in an instant, and he said coldly as if nothing had happened: "Go and notify the Promise Keepers' militia and ask them to remove the security around the parliament. Just say it was just a false alarm and nothing happened."

"yes!"

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

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

Just when he was about to go out, he smelled a smell that was very long ago and only recently rediscovered; it was very slight, but it was definitely not an illusion.

Thinking back to the assassin's actions...the other party was able to confirm the commander-in-chief's location so accurately, and even evaded the search by kidnapping and disguising himself as a clerk; it was impossible to do this with just a little information.

Relying on his professional instincts, the former Guards officer can almost conclude that the opponent has a lurking accomplice in Beluga Port who is responsible for providing intelligence and various details; and this person has a high status and can at least communicate with the officer corps and even the general manager. Direct contact with the commander himself.

In other words, it was probably an acquaintance of his.

That faint smell gradually outlined a tall figure in Fabian's mind.

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

The muttering grenadier captain looked again at the spot where the attacker had just fallen to the ground, and silently left the restaurant.

……………………

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

After taking a sip of the clear coffee, Sophia Franz couldn't help but frown 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 Military Factory and the general manager of the Northport Immigration Group.

As the eldest daughter of Franz, whether she is representing her father or negotiating with business owners on her own, Sophia has long been accustomed to it. No matter what type of person she is talking to - even if it is Anson, the big liar - she can maintain a steady mind. mentality, gentle conversation, sufficient knowledge reserves and an absolutely confident appearance to conquer the other party from the inside out.

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 clock; and in order to show that she didn't care, she sipped the coffee without sugar, pretending to enjoy the scenery outside the window while tasting the coffee in this cafe. "Special Apple Tart".

Then she discovered that the coffee and desserts in this cafe were almost two extremes - the former contained no sugar at all, and the latter would make the guests' teeth fall off.

This is actually an unpleasant misunderstanding... The communities around White Lake Park are populated by the middle class of Clovis City. The standards of various leisure venues are on par with the luxury restaurants on Friedrich Street. With limited conditions and prices, The interior imitates a different "high-end" style, allowing the nearby citizens to occasionally experience the enjoyment of the upper class.

In other words, what they sell is "service" and "what they sell is atmosphere" - if it's delicious, it's a ghost.

In the silent box, the unhurried "click-click" sound made her feel extremely irritated, as if mocking her restless self.

Really... If I had known earlier, I should have gone to the restaurant on Red Brick Street. At least their coffee and red wine are still acceptable... But it is too close to the cathedral, and it is easy to be discovered by my father and the church people...

Sophia, who was becoming more and more impatient, began to fall into a state of confusion. Her expression as she looked around seemed like a lady secretly having a tryst with her lover and worried about being discovered by her family.

Of course, she is.

Another half hour later, just when the girl could no longer wait any longer and was about to leave, a neatly dressed and smiling figure appeared outside the door timidly, carrying a leather handbag.

In just a second when the door was pushed open, the girl felt uneasy at first, then her expression brightened, and then she picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a small sip.

When the embarrassed Erich raised his head, the proud Miss Franz was sitting by the window. She put down the cold coffee in her hand and looked at him with eyes colder than the coffee:

"Sir, you are late."

"I'm sorry! I'm really... really sorry!" Erich felt a chill run down his spine when he was glanced at by that gaze, and he quickly said:

"The train from Northport to Central West Station was a little late. On the way, we encountered a double investigation by Whitehall and the Church. You know how sensitive we arms dealers are to investigation, so..."

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

Sophia played with the coffee cup and imitated her father's tone of voice and said calmly: "And the fact is that you were nearly an hour late, which seriously shortened the meeting time between the two of us."

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

"Uh...of course!"

Eric didn't dare to refuse and quickly sat down opposite the girl.

After he had completely calmed down his breathing and accepted the coffee from Sophia with a humble expression, she finally said slowly:

"Now that you are here, you must also know the reason why I specially asked you to meet here, right?"

"Yes."

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

"You can say that." Sophia said ambiguously:

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

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

"You can check the accounts, which indicate the purchase price, transportation costs and purchase reasons, 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 still find a way to transport the arms from Clovis City to Ice Dragon Fjord, right?"

"Ah this..."

"Stop trying to hide it, Mr. Erich, I know who is behind you." Sophia said lightly:

"I also know that you have secretly sent several sets of steel-making equipment and workers from the steel plant from the outskirts of Clovis City to Ice Dragon Fjord - this is expressly prohibited by the Kingdom and the Church."

"But I am not here to accuse you today. On the contrary, I now very much need to determine whether you have the ability to organize a large-scale smuggling of equipment and arms."

"I, I, I, I..." Eric 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, but not because of hesitation, but because she was replaying her plan in her mind.

A perfect... revenge plan.

Then the cherry lips slightly raised, creating a sultry arc:

"I want to move an entire military factory from Clovis City to Beluga Port."