I Will Be The Crowned King

At 13:15, a full hour and a half had passed since the lunch service time of the Steel Sky.

In the customs of the Clovis Kingdom and even the entire orderly world, "breakfast" is a concept that was born in recent years, and was called "the beginning of the day of the working and decent class" by the "Crowe Truth".

And the day of the real decent class mostly starts with the first cup of coffee and dark beer, and the first meal of the day is usually placed between ten and twelve o'clock.

After a full hour of desperate restraint and decency, and talking about all they could, the hungry gentlemen and ladies finally began to lose their grip.

In order not to make her "purpose" seem too obvious, the "ingenious" ladies will probably knock on the door of the box next door, and invite neighbors who have been noisy in the first few minutes to go to the dining car for lunch and share this A noon that "makes life beautiful".

As a result, more and more guests from the first and second class boxes began to move towards the dining car, led by the gentlemen who could not save their face and the hospitable ladies and gentlemen.

In the blink of an eye, the calm dining car turned into a bustling banquet scene—after all the tables and bars were filled with passengers, the frantic flight attendants had to figure out how to get new seats , while sweating profusely, explained to the gentle and easy-going gentlemen and ladies who roared at them, why the lunch time changed from twelve o'clock to two o'clock in the afternoon.

Anson, who had put on a new coat and bowler hat, sat on a chair with his legs crossed. He chose a secluded corner by the window that was hard to be seen. He covered his upper body with a newspaper borrowed from Draco, and watched leisurely. With old news from almost a month ago.

"...Security in the Eastern District of the Royal Capital continues to deteriorate, and martial law in the entire city has been put on the agenda..."

"...The commander-in-chief of the Guards once again protested to the Privy Council, saying that all the officers and soldiers of the Guards and the security of the royal capital were considered, and the "City Public Administration Act" was completely unacceptable, and proposed a large-scale and high-budget expansion plan. Form a light infantry regiment of ten thousand people..."

"…the attack on Red Brick Street, where a desperate mob attempted to storm Clovis Cathedral and was severely repressed…"

"...The commander-in-chief of the Guards said that the thugs in the capital were mainly composed of gangsters, homeless people, beggars, unemployed workers and bankrupt people; and said that most of them would be imprisoned, and a few of those with lesser crimes would be placed in welfare institutions to work …”

Anson, who was silent, glanced back and forth between the various sections of the newspaper, and at the same time, the scenes in the entire carriage emerged one by one in his mind.

Soon, he found his purpose.

A well-built waiter in an apron pushed an exquisite dining car through the crowd with great difficulty, moving towards the first-class carriage at the end of the train.

Looking through the gap in the newspaper, An Sen looked at the back of the waiter leaving from the corner of his eyes, and began to count silently in his heart while smiling slightly.

1, 2, 3...

66, 67, 68...

118, 119, 120...

"Hey, ah, ah, ah, ah!!!!"

The harsh high-pitched sound came from the very end of the train, and instantly penetrated the entire Steel Sky with unabated momentum!

The stunned dining car was instantly silent, and the silent people had different expressions, all looking in the same direction as the screams came from.

Accompanied by the sound of hurried and heavy footsteps, the waiter with a frightened face rushed towards the dining car. Even the footsteps of the district concept stocks kept falling and crawling up in the aisle of the carriage, and bumped into passers-by without realizing it. It's just a futile escape; it seems that some kind of terrifying existence is constantly chasing from behind.

"Twelve, twelve carriages...the last...the last guest of the box...was killed!"

The waiter who rushed into the dining car desperately sat slumped, screaming horribly towards the ceiling of the dining car.

In an instant, the entire dining car was like an iron pan that had been poured with hot oil; the gentlemen and ladies who were still whispering in the previous second showed panicked expressions one after another, and the screams of panic and anxiety were endless!

"Calm! Gentlemen...and ladies, please keep calm!"

A gray-haired man dressed like a train conductor stood up and shouted to the chaotic crowd:

"I'm the conductor of the Steel Sky. I... and the crew on the train will ensure the safety of everyone's lives and property!"

"I assure you, in the name of the Ring of Order and my king, that I will do everything possible to ensure everyone's safety and to catch the perpetrator of this unfortunate incident as soon as possible - so now, gentlemen and ladies, please return to you immediately. the box, lock the door and don't let anyone in..."

"Oh, like the guests in the twelve carriages?"

A discordant voice suddenly sounded in the dining car, interrupting the train conductor who was still shouting.

The conductor's eyes widened, and he looked at the back of the bar who suddenly opened his mouth and was wearing a tattered coat in shock and anger.

"you……?!"

"As a cautious and timid passenger, I just wanted to ask you, who are responsible for the safety of us, a small question."

The young man who interrupted again pushed away the wine glass in front of him, turned around with a sincere smile, and looked at the train conductor who was obviously very unhappy:

"Please tell me, how do you plan to catch the murderer when there is no evidence and only the victim is found?"

The young man blinked, and in the dining car that was suddenly quiet, everyone's eyes followed his question to the train conductor who was frightened and panicked, and the waiter beside him who was paralyzed on the ground.

"I……?!"

"Your best solution!"

The young man suddenly raised his voice: "Of course, it is to seal the scene as soon as possible to find all the evidence or traces that may have been accidentally lost by the criminal; at the same time, confirm the general identity and appearance of the murderer in the shortest possible time."

"But that's not enough - because you don't know who the murderer is, he can be anyone, he can pretend to be anyone...Anyone who can walk into the box just by knocking on the door can be the murderer Right?"

"If you infer from this, then the person who has the best chance of committing murder on this Steel Sky is..."

"A flight attendant?"

In the dead silence of the dining car, a particularly intelligent gentleman suddenly blurted out.

"Exactly!"

The young man smiled slightly and looked at the conductor who was already shaking with anger: "So, for the personal safety of all passengers on this train, and for the safety and innocence of you and all the flight attendants on the train, I don't do it very well. The guy people like, has an immature suggestion."

"That is to let all of us go to the last box of the twelfth car, to find out the culprit of this murder in full view, find the culprit of this murder, and uncover the truth of everything - what do you think?"

"me……"

The sweaty train conductor looked at the glances around him, and then looked at the waiter on the ground who was so frightened that he looked like a walking corpse. The uncontrollable nervousness made him blurt out:

"You... who are you?!"

Under the eyes of the public ~www.readwn.com~ the smiling young man took out a crumpled card from the pocket of his old coat and handed it to the conductor with two fingers:

"Allow me to introduce myself - my name is Draco Wilters, and then..."

"It's a detective."

………………

Ten minutes later, Anson, who was bored, put down the old newspaper in his hand;

Lisa, who was sitting across from him, had grease stains and food residue on her hands and mouth. She was holding her bulging cheeks in her hands, and she narrowed her eyes with satisfaction.

"Lisa."

"Um?"

"After eating, do you want to do some aerobic and healthy warm-up exercises with me?"

"Um!"