I Will Be The Crowned King

"This... what's the situation?!"

A shocked Carl Bain stood outside the door, staring at the scene in front of him:

In the dimly lit room, the walls were covered with large and small blast marks, the chandeliers on the ceiling were shattered, the floor was charred black as if it had been roasted by a fire, and the air was filled with thick gunpowder and smoke. Can choke the smell of blood.

There were two corpses lying on a messy floor. One was lying in front of the door, lying in a pool of blood that had already solidified. A puddle of rotten meat.

An expressionless An Sen sat in the room, sitting behind the desk that had collapsed in half, smoking a cigarette silently with his legs crossed; the faint light of the cigarette **** flickered and extinguished in the dimly lit room.

Looking at the guy who was covered in blood and smoking a cigarette after the incident, Karl twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to stop the guards who came up with him, and walked into the room that seemed to have been bombed by a twelve-pound howitzer alone.

"are you OK?"

"Yeah." An Sen, who nodded slightly, held a cigarette in his right hand, his expression very calm:

"Two Ysiel assassins were hiding in this room, as if they were planning to assassinate me while I was sleeping; I found out, and then..."

He looked up at his chief of staff and adjutant, pouted, shrugged his shoulders, and gestured around, saying "you know."

What do I understand, those two stupid thieves strapped bombs to their bodies?

Carl wanted to roll his eyes and complain, but the surrounding atmosphere was obviously not suitable, especially when there was still a team of guards standing outside... So he changed the question:

"Why did they kill you?"

"I don't know, I don't understand this either." Anson shook his head, also confused; then immediately changed the question:

"By the way, just before you came up, how many times did you hear gunshots?"

"The sound of gunshots?"

Looking at Anson's suddenly dignified expression, Carl frowned and recalled for a while, and then said with some uncertainty:

"It should be... seven times... no, no, it should be eight times... well, if you count that 'bang!'"

As he said that, he snapped his fingers and gestured, "Is there a problem?"

"Yes." Anson nodded, staring intently at Carl:

"I just counted, there are at least ten craters on the wall, and there are two less magazines in my ammo bag, exactly twelve rounds."

The words fell, Carl glanced at the wall beside him, his face changed for a while, obviously realizing what Anson meant, but still couldn't help asking:

"what do you mean…"

An Sen nodded slightly, his face extremely solemn.

Carl, who gasped for breath, was silent for a full minute before slowly opening his mouth:

"What do you want me to do?"

"Block the news, especially the news of the appearance of the caster cannot be exposed; this is the Green Valley, and it is only a day's walk from the Hawthorn Cathedral in Carindia Harbor. It is hard to say whether there are people in the inquisition." Holding a cigarette, he pulled one out of the cigarette case and handed it to Carl:

"If the church finds out, the matter will be serious - so you quickly recall, how many people noticed the movement here just now?"

Carl took the cigarette tremblingly, looking a little flustered:

"The first to react was the guard company and the storm regiment stationed around the warehouse. Due to the curfew, the troops in the surrounding blocks should have also heard the movement, but it is hard to say whether it was the sound of gunshots; Bang!' With a click, the whole Luyin Valley may have heard the movement."

"When I came here, the storm regiment and the guard company were already under martial law at the same time, and each sent a company and a squad to rush here; the infantry company of the storm regiment was stopped by me to block the corridor, and now there is only the guard company outside. a platoon."

"As for the other troops... The 3rd and 4th Infantry Regiments seem to have also heard the movement, but they shouldn't know what happened, and a few messengers were also sent here. Now they have been detained by the Storm Regiment."

In other words, apart from the Storm Corps and the Guard Company, the other troops should not know what happened... Anson breathed a sigh of relief and was quite satisfied with Carl's arrangement.

This is indeed an experience only experienced by veterans who have mixed military camps all the year round... The first time any accident occurs is always to maintain stability, and the news must not be exposed until the situation is confirmed; even if the situation is extremely bad, it must be ensured that the army does not have a trace panic.

Otherwise, given the situation tonight, don’t say that the news of a spell caster in the military camp leaked out. If it was more serious, it would not be the news that “the deputy commander was attacked by an elf assassin and was seriously injured”, or “the deputy commander has been killed by an assassin, and he can’t rest his eyes.” I am afraid that in a few hours, it will spread throughout the Green Valley.

Will the Storm Division be in a mess because of rumors, will there be a large-scale "camp roar" because of the chaos, will the Aiden Legion take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, drive the Storm Division out of the Green Valley or even wipe it out... all of them Unknown.

None of this will happen now because of Carl Bain.

Thinking of this, the expressionless An Sen raised his head and smiled gratefully at his adjutant.

Karl, who didn't know what he was thinking about, raised his brows, and was frightened by Anson's "weird smile", and instinctively stepped back half a step.

"Cough cough." The somewhat embarrassed chief of staff coughed twice, pointed to the two corpses on the ground and said to An Sen:

"Then... why don't you call the guards in first and let them clean up this place?"

"Okay." Anson asked cautiously, "Have you confirmed that they can keep it a secret?"

"I don't know, you have to ask Fabian - he is responsible for the recruitment of the guard company, and I am only responsible for checking the roster." Carl shrugged:

"But the one who can pass the level of the Guards will not be the spy of the vast land or the assassin of the Iser elf?"

Anson thought for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

Just as Carl walked out the door with a worried expression on his face, Anson, who was looking at his back, suddenly said:

"By the way, about my assassination... Don't spread the word for now."

"Nonsense, do I still want to draw a banner for you in a big way?" Carl, who rolled his eyes, ignored him and didn't stop.

When he was about to walk to the door, the figure of the chief of staff suddenly stopped, and turned his head to look at An Sen with a slight frown:

"You mean... Aiden?"

An Sen, who was smoking a cigarette, nodded slightly:

"I want to see the reaction of that Duke Aiden."

If the two spellcaster assassins were really arranged by him, or if he had something to do with Isir's old gods, then he would certainly not be indifferent to the movement just now.

Is it to keep the promise, or to seize the last chance to seize the port of Carindia?

But this matter is really weird. According to common sense, the Grand Duchy of Thun, located in the east of Hantu, has the best relationship with the Iser Elves. At the same time, the territory is also bordered. There is also an "enclave" belonging to the Iser Elves. , there should be more opportunities to get in touch with the Thirteenth Council or Iser's Old God Sect.

Why did two elf spellcasters appear in Green Valley, the southernmost town in the Far Lands?

There is also another possibility that the two elf casters have nothing to do with the Council of Thirteen; from their preparations, the two assassins should be the only one who was originally responsible for the operation, and the latter should be responsible for guarding and guarding against emergency. One's backhand; although a blood mage is sent to watch, it is strange how a conjurer who is good at stealth does it...

But to tell the truth, the strength of the two is really average, at best it is less than the fourth-order level above the third-order.

When he rebelled in Baita City, he had already disclosed his relationship with the Rune family to the Matthias family of the Thirteenth Council; but the first assassin's behavior when he started, obviously did not expect him at all. He is also a spellcaster, so he can be killed so easily.

If the Thirteenth Council really intends to kill itself, with the fierce name of the Rune family outside, why should they send a fifth-order or blasphemous mage-level spellcaster here... Uh, even if that is the case, they are really dead.

Therefore, there is a high probability that they are just a group of ordinary spellcasters, or even the "indigenous old gods" of Hantu.

But how can the local old gods dare to appear in the green valley near the Hantu Cathedral?

Could it be that, like Clovis City, Port Carindia is not only the core of the Diocese of the Church of Order, but also the stronghold of the local Old God sect?

This is not impossible. After all, the port of Carindia is a very prosperous trade center. It is normal for fish and dragons to mix in the city; after all, even the well-ordered religious holy place in Clovis City also harbors a blood magic apostle. .

Well, let's find a chance to write a letter and ask Miss Talia, maybe there will be some clues... Just as he was thinking about it, Anson added to Kaldor at the door:

"When the guards come in to pack things, remember to tell them not to throw away or burn the two bodies on the ground, lock them in crates, and hide them in a place that is not easy to find. "

"Why, so cherished and reluctant to throw it away?"

"Uh... I'm not reluctant." Anson looked solemnly at the chief of staff who wanted to joke and relax:

"The main reason is that one of the two of them is still out of breath."

Ugh? !

Carl, whose hair was standing upright in an instant, froze the corners of his raised mouth on his face.

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Inside the tower on the northern city wall of Luyin Valley, the gloomy-faced Duke of Aiden, Victor Emmanuel, crossed his chin with his hands and squinted as he listened to the panting messenger reporting the situation.

"Explosion of the ammunition depot?"

"Yes, according to their people, when they were clearing the warehouse, they accidentally lit a pile of powder kegs that had been randomly piled up by the Kalindia troopers, and they detonated the ammunition depot next to them." The soldier bowed his head respectfully:

"Fortunately, apart from a few soldiers and officers who were responsible for the cleanup, not many people were injured."

"Who?" Duke Aiden asked coldly.

"Uh..." The messenger thought for a while: "There is probably a platoon with more than 40 people."

"Who am I asking!"

The gloomy Duke Aiden increased his tone and his eyes were fierce: "Who is injured?!"

"what?!"

The startled messenger froze in place, cold sweat pouring down like a waterfall: "This, this... this I... I..."

Looking at the faltering messenger who couldn't even speak, Duke Aiden, who suppressed his anger, snorted coldly:

"roll!"

"As ordered!"

Before he finished speaking, the relieved messenger immediately used both hands and feet, and rushed out of the room, rolling and crawling.

When the messenger closed the door respectfully and the hurried footsteps disappeared from the stairwell, Duke Aiden let out a long breath, and the room returned to silence.

Until an indifferent voice sounded.

"Looks like a failure... That explosion wasn't in our plans."

Duke Aiden's cheeks twitched, then stood up abruptly, and growled to the corner where the voice came from:

"This is not what we said!"

"I promised to cooperate with you, but isn't this cooperation?!"

"Then what kind of cooperation are you talking about, His Excellency Duke Victor Emmanuel?"

The Iser elf sitting in the corner asked back, with a playful expression on his face: "We have provided you with enough information, so that you can easily catch the bugs in the vassals, and even give you a once-in-a-lifetime chance to unify the vast soil. opportunity."

"You don't really think it's all . . . free?"

"Of course not!" Duke Aiden stared at him coldly:

"But now what do you want me to explain to the Clovis people? What if Anson Bach is still alive, or more troublesome and unconscious? There are five thousand Clovis soldiers in the city now!"

"It's very simple, UU reading www.uukanshu.com doesn't need to explain anything." Iser elf spread his hands and looked at Duke Aiden who was about to split:

"This matter has nothing to do with you, and you don't know what happened or... what really happened, isn't it also a good opportunity for you?"

Looking at the other party's indifferent expression, Duke Aiden took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress his anger, with a twisted expression that was almost hideous:

"I... I really don't understand, I don't understand how this is good for you?! Killing a Clovis deputy commander won't stop the war, it can only make the enraged Clovis go to a bigger battle. Determined to devote more strength to this war!"

"And the church! Let two spellcasters assassinate a commander who is heavily guarded. How likely is it that they will not be discovered, and the Church of Order will definitely intervene!" What are the benefits? ! "

"Benefit?"

In the face of Duke Aiden's anger and confusion, Mathias, the elf of Iser, seemed very calm, with a gentle tone: "It's very simple, let all the forces devote themselves to this war recklessly, which is the biggest one belonging to the Thirteenth Council. Benefit."

"The entire army of the Imperial Guard Corps was wiped out in the Battle of Eagle Point City, and Carindia's surrender without a fight gave the Clovis people too many advantages in this war; if it continues like this, I'm afraid it will be very soon. The war will end; even if it doesn't; mediation by the Church of Order to protect its own interests in Iser is inevitable."

"This can't be done, everyone has to understand that this war is far from over..."

"It's just getting started."