I Will Be The Crowned King

Almost at the same time as the harsh silver whistle sounded above the castle, the two judges showed a solemn expression at the same time.

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

The Inquisitor Silver Whistle is a tool for the members of the religious inquisition to quickly communicate messages to each other within short and medium distances. It has a set of semi-secret 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 content of the message, the mere sound of the whistle is serious enough in itself!

He couldn't help but secretly glanced at the professor beside him... Mace Hornard, who was sitting in his seat, still maintained a gentle and elegant expression, and there was not even a trace of panic or tension between his eyebrows.

Those dull eyes, as if nothing could surprise him tonight.

"what happened?"

Cole Dorian, gasping for breath, looked at Lawrence: "Sera she... Didn't she go to check the situation in the office, what kind of emergency could there be... Why don't I go and take a look now?"

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

As one of the oldest inquisitors of the Order of Truth, he knew far better than Cole Dorian how troublesome things were tonight: an ambassador of the Elven kingdom died in the Church College hospitality as an old god. At the dinner, the interests and diplomatic disputes involved were beyond imagination.

If you don't immediately block the scene and find a way to stabilize the situation and end it properly, but let it ferment, it will definitely cause irreversible consequences in the end!

Hundreds of years ago, the sectarian division within the Church of Order led to the dark age when the entire Order World fell into terror and chaos in support of various sects. It started from a northern coastal fishing village who rebelled against local customs.

"But Sera has been forced to blow the silver whistle, and she should be left alone?"

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

This time is different from before, it is no longer just a rapid sound, there are frequency bands and gaps.

The two who heard the voice were stunned at the same time, and then the two judges looked at each other and saw an incredible expression on the other's face.

"This, this is impossible, right?"

The second-class judge who was worried about his companion just now has a strange expression: "She, did she see it wrong? Those people... I'm not saying that they won't do this... But this is the church college... They run here. What are you coming for?"

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

Lawrence said solemnly, and there was also a hint of unbelievable emotion on his solemn face.

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

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have something very serious to tell you."

Looking at the faces full of fear and overwhelm, the judge said in a hoarse voice, "Just now, one of our companions heard news, she said..."

"Pfft!"

An officer of the guards rushed into the hall and fell to the ground with a straight face, interrupting Lawrence's words.

The next second, the blood-covered guard officer got up from the ground, and with a panicked expression and the shortest vocabulary, perfectly summed up what the judge wanted to say:

"Thugs, thousands of thugs are rushing in!"

 …

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

Coming towards the direction of the academy.

"The enemy attack is imminent! The enemy attack is imminent! The enemy attack is imminent!"

The torrential rain and the chaotic sound of footsteps like drums made the soldiers so absorbed that they could not hear the words of even the nearest person.

Looking at the officer's panicked face that was bloodless, and the saber waving in his hand until only the afterimage could be seen, the soldiers of the Guards relied on the instincts they had trained in the past to open three lines behind the gate.

Fear was also written on their faces.

Holding the front-loading rifles loaded with ammunition, the trembling soldiers looked at the densely crowded street opposite, and could not see the end of the figure. The front-loading flintlock rifles in their hands suddenly became heavier than ever before.

After issuing a meaningless, presumably unheard-of warning, the panic-stricken Guards officer gave the order to fire.

"boom-!!"

The neat rows of guns swept through the crowd in the smoke, and there were several screams from the crowd holding kerosene lamps and torches, and then the entire street fell into a brief panic.

But before the guards could breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that the opposite side was just like the usual riots, there was a cry that ripped apart the rain curtain in the dark night:

"Brothers, brothers! Look at that castle, look at that bright castle!" A thin, uniformed young worker stood in the rainstorm and roared in the direction of the academy:

"While we were working day and night, these aristocratic gentlemen had banquets in the castle!"

"These noble gentlemen are having a party in the castle while we're out of work because of this **** war!"

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

"Since they drove us to the streets and left us with nothing, then... we have to take back what belongs to us!" The workers standing in the rain waved torches and shouted hoarsely:

"Snatch everything that belongs to us... back!"

"Get it back—!!"

"Get it all back!"

The earth-shattering cries penetrated the dark night and torrential rain, causing the guards who stood firm in the rain to tremble.

The next scene caused the morale of the entire guard to fall to the freezing point - the sparse firelights on the streets in the rainstorm were lit up one by one like a relay... The stars that fell on the ground in the dark night had already filled the entire Saint Ai. Sark College is surrounded on all sides!

"Fire, fire! Fire!"

The trembling guard officer desperately waved the saber in his hand, trying to hide his inner fear with a roar:

"Kill them, kill these rebellious pariahs, kill them all!"

The neat platoons of guns began to shoot at the crowd in the rainstorm, and the people at the forefront fell one after another like reaping wheat; the rainwater mixed with blood spread on the ground, dazzling by the dazzling splashes of countless pairs of footsteps. water splash.

The comrades who fell screaming not only did not make the thugs retreat, but further aroused their anger; more and more figures waving torches emerged from the torrential rain, like a torrent of roars, rushing towards the nearby people blocking the gate. Guard Line.

"Snatch everything that belongs to us... back!"

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Amid the earth-shattering shouts and the volley of gunfire, the banquet hall of the castle fell into a dead silence.

The blood-stained Guards officer slumped on the carpet that had been scorched by the flames as if he was frightened. of self-talk.

The rest of the guests in the hall were not to be left behind. The graceful gentlemen, the elegant ladies and the ladies stood silently on the spot, and some even cried out in panic.

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

Anson, whose expression was a little dazed, was pulled back to reality by Lawrence's words. The three judges surrounded him in the center of the round table, with different expressions, but all with eager expressions.

Obviously, they are also a little panicked now.

It was originally just a vicious Old God faction incident, but in the end there was a riot of thousands of people - if the thugs from outside were allowed to attack, only the three judges would be unable to stop it no matter what!

Lawrence 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 if this will be the result that the Old Gods want?

With absolutely nothing to do, the three judges found Ansen Bach, who was an "expert" in their eyes to deal with this situation, and who was suspected of being "suspected of the old gods."

But what they didn't know was that the lieutenant colonel, the head of the storm regiment, and the first hero of the Battle of Thunder Fort, who had been "highly hoped" by them, heard that there were thugs besieging the academy...

more shocked than them.

Why didn't you leave earlier? !

Obviously, there have been countless opportunities to take Lisa out of this ghost place!

Are you stupid? !

Anson, who lowered his head and took a deep breath, calmed himself down. He now needs to prepare a foolproof plan that will not let the Tribunal, the Archbishop and Professor Mace Hornard think that he is a twenty-five boy and can still live smoothly. Great way to spend the night.

Eh, there seems to be a lot of people.

Since it is a plan, the first thing to do is to figure out what happened and what happened.

The difference engine exhibition, the elf ambassador was killed, and the mob attacked St. Isaac's college.

The three events seem to be interrelated and seem to be an interlocking plan - the exhibition is used as bait, the elf ambassador's identity of the old gods is exposed to sabotage the mediation, and finally the mob attacks the banquet, creating a massacre to hide all the evidence and clues.

Clovis and Isher will officially fight, and Clovis Cathedral is temporarily in chaos, creating an opportunity for the Black Mage to steal the "Great Magic Book".

It looks like a perfect plan, but there are a few problems here:

When the exhibition first started, Mace Hornard himself was not in Clovis City; he came back by train temporarily because of his breakthrough in the study of the August bloodline.

Also, 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?

And the black mage didn't expect that he would come at first, he let himself protect the archbishop while the chaos left, in exchange for the idea of ​​Luther Franz's trust... It can only be a temporary intention.

Last but not least, the appearance and private adjustment of the elf ambassador Maurice Périgord was only after the banquet started, and Bloane knew it from himself, and it could not have been planned in advance!

If all this was not planned, and it was all just coincidence, what was the original plan of the Black Mage?

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

Countless kinds of guesses flashed through his mind, and then they were rejected one by one; the three judges sitting opposite looked at him silently for a while, bowing their heads for a while and looking out, their eyes rolling up and down, stretching back and forth, constantly revealing all kinds of weirdness. expression.

This state lasted for a full minute, and Cole Dorian, who couldn't bear to watch it, couldn't help but said, "I said... Could he be driven crazy by us..."

"boom!"

An Sen, who lowered his head, slammed down the table and interrupted the second-class judge. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the three judges with different expressions:

"map!"

"What map?"

Cole Dorian, who was startled, blurted out, and Sierra Virgil next to him had spread 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 that the four of us protect the Archbishop and forcibly break through from the enemy's weakest position..."

"Say the second!"

Lawrence directly raised his hand to veto.

"The second one is a bit more complicated. There are three things to do." An Sen nodded, trying to hide his regretful expression.

"Then first, someone needs to protect the archbishop to evacuate and go directly to the palace - where the main guards are stationed." Anson looked at Cole Dorian, and pressed the logo of the palace on the map with his right hand:

"There are three companies of guards in the academy, and they can last up to an hour and a half at most, so this person must arrive within thirty minutes, understand?"

"clear!"

The lesser judge raised his head: "I'll be there in ten minutes!"

"Of course, we can't put all our hopes on the guards, and they may refuse." Anson turned his eyes to the female judge and pointed to Whitehall Street on the map:

"The station of the storm regiment is closer to here, and pulling them all over can barely deter the thugs, even without bullets, understand?"

Sierra Virgil nodded deeply.

"Finally, we have to stabilize people's hearts, and at the same time find a way to repel the thugs who rushed into the castle - there are guards outside, and there will not be many people rushing in, but there will be more and more."

This time Anson raised his head, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was looking at Lawrence Bernat in front of him: "Someone has to protect these people in the hall and persist until the reinforcements arrive."

"clear."

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

As expected of the captain, he is indeed experienced... An Sen gave the opponent a thumbs up in his heart, and patted the map on the table with a sound of "Bang!":

"Then act, time waits for no one!"

"Okay!"

Cole Dorian was the first to get up: "But there's a small problem."

"Say!"

"I noticed just now that the Archbishop's daughter, Miss Sophia Franz, is missing, and she doesn't seem to be in the hall - doesn't that affect our plans?"

"..." Anson Bach.