I will be crowned king

Beluga Harbor, port area.

The golden sun jumped up on the blue sea level, spreading the dazzling morning light all over the sky, shining on the city that had survived the disaster.

Among the rubble-strewn ruins, legionnaires holding rifles and leaning on temporary fortifications looked at the direction where the sun was shining, and closed their sore and tired eyes with peace of mind; the streets and alleys were full of people. snore.

Covered in blood and with a pale face, Fabian appeared in the ruins. He walked as lightly as possible between the ruins and the sleeping soldiers, looking around hard to find something.

Without spending much effort, the target appeared in his field of vision.

Carefully pushing away the two soldiers who were hugging each other, and cleaning up the broken chimney that was about to collapse next to him, Fabian squatted down and patted the man on the shoulder: "Are you still alive? "

"Um?!"

Norton Crosell was shocked when he was awakened. He turned his head suddenly and raised his right hand, but after seeing the person clearly, he quickly succumbed, as if all the strength in his body had been drained: "...Probably .”

"That means there's no problem at all." Fabian, who always looked stiff, showed a rare expression of relief:

"I originally thought it must be too late, but now it seems that the 3rd Infantry Regiment is indeed an elite legion. Even if it does not receive any support, it can still resist the evil god's offensive tenaciously, and even almost escape in the end... It is really gratifying."

Hearing the "comfort" full of ridicule, Norton couldn't help but sneer; he wanted to give the deputy commander of the legion a roll of his eyes, but he had no energy at all, so he turned to a sideways glance:

"Yes, after surviving this time, we people will have the opportunity to die again. Just like you bastards...the future is bright!"

"I think so."

Fabian nodded in agreement: "For those of us, death is doomed. As long as we are alive, we will meet that day sooner or later."

"But as an individual, I'm probably the most optimistic about my fate in the officer corps."

"...How do you say it?" Norton said weakly.

"I think we will not die in this ice and snow, but leave here alive until..." Fabi settled down, deliberately moved closer, and looked into Norton's eyes with his cold eyes:

"...until the legions fall apart and kill each other."

Facing those unabashed eyes, Norton's expression was frozen on his face as if frozen by ice and snow, and a trace of shock and murderous intent flashed through his pupils.

The dead silence lasted for a few seconds, and the two people who looked at each other smiled at the same time.

"So you know everything?" Norton stood up in embarrassment and sighed with emotion: "As expected of a secret agent of the Osteria royal family, I thought I could at least hide it until I returned to Clovis before being exposed."

"He's just a little spy." The former Guards officer laughed at himself:

"In terms of well-informedness, it is still far inferior to the famous Truth Society; the army, newspapers, churches, aristocrats, business circles, gangs... you are truly pervasive."

"That's why I have become the subject of surveillance by the church and you. If there is any abnormality, I will immediately be put on the wanted list."

Norton shook his head, leaned against the broken wall behind him and fumbled in his pocket for a while, then looked up at Fabian: "Is there any cigarette?"

Without hesitation, Fabian took out the cigarette box soaked in blood from his coat pocket: "The cigarettes and matches are in it, do you want me to help you?"

Norton: "...Thank you very much."

"Aren't you afraid that I might poison the cigarette and exchange the antidote for information about the Truth Society?"

"what type is it?"

"...Alexey is right, you are truly unprecedented at disappointing people."

Snapped--

A small fire lit up slightly in the ruins, and a fog with a strong smell of blood poured out; the two men biting cigarette butts looked at the sunrise over the sea in silence for a long time; like beasts that had just woken up from hibernation, a Find your own reason and nature bit by bit.

"You're actually lucky."

Fabian suddenly said: "Five centimeters. If the fist of the shooting soldier at that time was another five centimeters, you wouldn't be able to smoke this cigarette."

After blowing out the smoke lightly, Norton frowned: "Shooting Army? You mean..."

"While you are fighting a bloody battle with the Evil God, I and the rest of the main force of the legion are suppressing the affected aboriginal soldiers outside the city." Fabian said calmly:

"In the pitch black, where even if you lit a torch you couldn't see the faces of the front row, in the ice and snow, three to four thousand people crossed the wilderness and met head-on with the crazy shooting soldiers with their hands and feet shackled."

"Of course, we are also lucky... If we had not bumped into them, the fate of thousands of us would have been to get lost and separated in the snow-covered wilderness, and then we would freeze to death, die of illness, or starve to death somewhere unknown..."

"We followed the killed unlucky guys and the bodies of the crazy indigenous soldiers to find their camp, blocked them in the soldiers' longhouse with volleys of guns, earthen pits and fences, and fired into the dark world. It was purely to embolden yourself rather than to repel the enemy...I guess you were probably the same at that time."

Norton bit his cigarette butt and couldn't help but recall the scene at the port, and nodded with lingering fear.

"...During this period, the night seemed to have returned to normal for a short time. I tried to bring some people to support you, but the counterattack of the indigenous people was so crazy that the artillerymen could not suppress them even after they fired all the temporarily prepared shells. During this period, A group of guys in cloaks ran out of nowhere and attacked our flanks..." Fabian continued, his voice calm and casual:

"I dare not leave the shooting army camp easily. I can only ask Leo to lead his regiment to support Beluga Port and try to provide you with some help."

"Facts have proved that this is an extremely correct decision - as soon as they arrived at the city gate, they ran into a group of cloaked indigenous people blocking the way. If it weren't for Leo's unreasonable luck in escaping, the entire infantry regiment would have been killed. completely annihilated."

"When I came over, the Fourth Infantry Regiment had already built a simple two-way defensive position under the city gate; according to them, it blocked the attack of the indigenous people at least equivalent to three infantry regiments."

I see, no wonder the number of fanatics in the city is much smaller than expected... Norton thought thoughtfully.

"When daybreak came, the crazy aborigines seemed to have finally regained their senses, and there were basically no fools trying to resist anymore; I let Yu Lian take charge of the camp, and brought the rest of the main force to join Leo."

After extinguishing the cigarette butt that was about to burn out, Fabian blew out the smoke ring gently: "The result is much better than I expected - Beicheng District suffered almost no damage, except for the ruins caused by shells and explosions. There were almost no casualties among the soldiers and the frantic natives."

"The situation of shooting people in the military camp is similar. The specific number will have to wait for a while, but the total number of people should not exceed 300... After fighting all night, it is a miracle to have this number."

"As for your side, I passed by more than a dozen positions when I came here, and the casualties were basically below double digits; however, several blocks were almost in ruins, and the port was completely destroyed. There were civilians in distress everywhere. The shacks that were erected crowded several relatively empty squares."

"It's December now. After three days, the homeless colonists will be plagued by plague and disease... But in comparison, it's not that bad..."

"The White Whale Harbor Council is safe and sound, and there are no victims among the guests from the various colonies and the local parliamentarians, but many people seem to be mentally traumatized... I met a guy who ran out in a thin dress, no He kept shouting that he had seen a miracle and that the commander-in-chief was a messenger blessed by God..."

Fabian's voice became a little more humorous: "Apart from these, there were no other losses, and it did not affect more urban areas. There were even a few streets intact, plus I was shocked when I woke up after sleeping all night. Chin guy.”

"So, we're really lucky."

"Yes." Norton sighed: "The evil god disappeared and the city and legion were safe and sound. It's so...so lucky."

"Then what do you think it's because of?" Fabian suddenly asked.

"Um?"

Norton was stunned for a moment and turned to look at him in confusion.

"Is it really just because of luck? Or..." Fabian's expression was meaningful:

"Is there any other reason?"

Other reasons... Norton's eyes flashed with complicated emotions, and his face gradually became serious: "What do you want to know?"

"It's not important. What's important is what you...or the truth will know."

Fabian said calmly: "Don't get me wrong, but I know that you have been involved in various unknowns with our beloved Commander-in-Chief since Thunder Castle, and the subsequent chaos in Clovis City and the turmoil among the Ysel elves. , there is also your shadow.”

"In the future, we may be enemies, but now we are still colleagues; I know what you have been planning, but I have hidden it from you, including but not limited to some of your own 'little actions' in Yangfan City - because We are colleagues and comrades-in-arms.”

"For the common interests of the legion, if all this is planned by the Society of Truth, or the result of your guidance because you are happy to see it happen, I hope you can at least remain loyal to the commander-in-chief himself, and at least don't deliberately hide anything."

Fabian, whose expression remained unchanged, took out another blood-stained cigarette, lit it and handed it over: "That's why I came here specifically to sincerely ask my dear comrade Lieutenant Colonel Norton Crosell what he said about How much do you really know about last night?"

Norton was silent for a while, hesitatingly rubbing his right hand in mid-air, but he still took Fabian's cigarette.

"not many."

Inhaling the cigarette into his lungs, a trace of solemnity appeared on Norton's face: "We know that there are conflicts between the Luen family and the tombkeeper, and we also know some... secrets about the Commander-in-Chief."

"But I never expected that the Gravekeepers would risk exposing their own existence and attack Beluga Port at this time; nor did they expect that their target would not be the Luen family, but the Commander-in-Chief himself!"

"The Truth Society does have the idea of ​​​​assisting the Rune family to take over the new world, but it has never thought of taking advantage of the conflict between Rune and the tombkeeper; what we long for is to break the deadlock of order and create more variables, and Not destroying the entire world.”

Fabian nodded thoughtfully, but couldn't help but feel a hint of emotion in his heart.

Although he also hopes that Norton can be honest, but... it is a bit too honest.

A few simple sentences reveal an exaggerated amount of information: the Truth Society is involved in the interests of the Rune family, and is trying to break the current balance through Rune taking over - just by handing this information to Auster The royal family of Leah is enough to make your beloved Majesty’s jaw drop.

No... It is more likely that they will not believe this information at all, regard themselves as crazy idiots who want to make meritorious deeds, casually throw away extremely precious information, and then do it again during the next chaos in Clovis City. Continue to be caught off guard, without any defense.

Or, there would never be a second Clovis City Rebellion; without a series of coincidences and arrangements, even a much smaller commotion than the last time could easily destroy most of Clovis City.

Compared with the "simple" Truth Society, the seemingly powerful Osteria royal family is actually inefficient, deaf and blind, unable to accomplish anything...

Thinking of this, Fabian, who had just obtained "precious information", felt even more complicated.

Norton did not notice the subtle changes in the expression of the former Guards officer. His attention was always on the ruins in front of him and on the tired and scarred soldiers around him. His eyes were full of annoyance and self-blame; if his information could be better informed, If I were more honest with the Commander-in-Chief, maybe the result would be better than what it is now...

"What are you two sullen fellows sneaking around over there?"

A slightly irritable voice, so hoarse that even the tone was unclear, sounded among the ruins; the two people, who had "each other's own agenda," almost subconsciously looked back at the figure who was cursing and stumbling over.

"Alexei?"

Norton's pupils shrank suddenly, looking very shocked: "He is still alive?!"

"Don't be surprised, he also thought you were dead - I said, before leaving this world of ice and snow, our comrades will not die easily." Fabian patted Norton on the shoulder, stood up and looked at the man The figure limping towards this side:

"I remember that the Second Infantry Regiment has been temporarily taken over by Chief of Staff Karl, and you should be in the temporary ward of the White Whale Harbor Council now."

"I'm gone, but this little injury is not enough to leave my life to the beloved military surgeon and the quacks under him." Alexei swallowed his dry throat and tapped his chest with his thumb. The bandage was still bleeding: "What about you, do you need anything?"

"No need, really no need."

"That's right, we all just suffered some flesh wounds. We don't need to trouble the military doctors yet."

The two of them waved at the same time in perfect understanding, politely declining the courtesy of their dear colleague.

"Very good. Since we are all still alive, come with me." Alexey snorted.

"where to?"

"Moby Harbor Council—the trouble is not over yet!"