I Will Be The Crowned King

"Why are you here?"

Inside the gloomy prison, Fabien, who pushed in the door, stared coldly at Joseph, who was waiting on the bench, his eyes flashed with a little confusion: "This is not the place where the deputy commander of the shooting army should come... Joseph Your Excellency, you have crossed the line."

The Grenadier commander deliberately left the door open—a company of grenadiers patrolled outside the headquarters prison, and Lieutenant Colonel Julien and his 5th Infantry Regiment were in charge of day-to-day management in the camp.

Although he doesn't think that the former militia commander has the possibility of breaking through, he still has to be cautious and avoid many meaningless misunderstandings.

"Of course I understand that, but the situation is urgent and I have to take some risks!"

Joseph on the bench leaned forward slightly, and his anxious face accompanied by exaggerated body movements made his explanation seem a little funny: "Really, you can't drag it for a minute!"

"The prisoner who was just caught near the church has a great connection with the Harold Foundation. The person in charge of the foundation discovered that Brigadier General Anson Bach was actually a spellcaster secret! They are preparing..."

"boom!"

There was no sign... Fabian with an expressionless backhand slammed the prison door to death. The loud noise made Joseph almost fall from the chair. ...prepare...prepare..."

"What are you going to prepare?" The former guards officer pressed the door behind him with one hand and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"How did you know that?"

"I……"

"Answer first and then one."

Fabien put his hands behind his back and slowly approached Joseph, who was trembling on the bench, until he stood in front of him, looking down at those restless eyes with cold eyes:

"immediately."

Feeling the pressure from the outside to the inside, Joseph's rapid breathing, as if his heart was about to stop, took half a minute to relax:

"It's John."

"……Who?"

"Yes, it's the kid you caught, he told me!" Joseph quickly added:

"He said that he had found a particularly lucrative job, helping a rich man in the city to track other rich men. Later, he found out that the owner of the house was Harold's widow, and the target of his tracking was an officer of the garrison. To say that Brigadier General Anson Bach is really...is..."

Looking at the increasingly gloomy gaze of the Grenadier Commander, Joseph did not continue to speak.

With a little restrained expression, Fabien took out a cigarette case from his jacket pocket, turned silently and walked towards the desk:

"That... child, why did he tell you this?"

"Uh, we know him -- he used to be a thief in Changhu Town, and he was caught several times. I think he is an orphan, so I often let him go privately... It takes a long time to get used to him."

While making the goal of trying to remember, Joseph stared at the cigarette case in Fabian's hand: "I also gave him a lot of ideas, such as who can steal and who can't, such as where to hide when something happens... So If anything happens, he will come to tell me first."

"Oh, that's it."

Using the candle wick, Fabian lit the cigarette: "Then did he tell you that he is actually a spellcaster?"

"what?!"

As if hearing the most incredible thing, Joseph was shocked: "It's impossible!"

"He nearly blew up half of the street last night, and the two talented officers acted at the same time to capture him alive without escalating the situation." Fabian said sharply:

"Don't question my words, I am asking you, Your Excellency Joseph!"

"……Yes."

Joseph timidly retracted his head to his chest, but his expression was still full of disbelief.

Staring at the puff of smoke floating in his hands, the tense-faced grenadier commander hesitated for a few seconds, put down his cigarette silently, and turned to look at Joseph, who was trembling:

"Why did you just say it now?"

"Although it is suspected of slandering His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief, you should have reported the information related to the safety of Beluga Harbor when I went to find you before; it is hard for you to come here at such a time without doubting whether you came out of nowhere. for what motive."

"Because I don't dare—Master Anson Bach is a spellcaster, and the Harold Foundation is waiting for an opportunity to assassinate the officers of the Storm Legion. How can I, an outsider, dare to speak casually about such a big matter without evidence?!" Joseph Suddenly excited:

"But it's different now. That kid John told me the night before yesterday that the president of the foundation gave him something very, very special as a reward—this might be used as evidence!"

Fabian frowned slightly: "You mean, are you sure you can let him hand over this thing?"

"The premise is that you can't hurt him." Joseph swallowed his thirsty throat, with a little trembling in his rapid breathing:

"As long as you hand over the evidence, you have to promise to let him go and ensure his safety - and of course mine."

Facing Joseph's gaze, Fabian's gaze suddenly became a little dodgy.

He seemed to think for a while, then silently took a hard puff on his cigarette:

"I promise you."

"Huh—"

Joseph, who had received the promise, was relieved, and stood up eagerly with an uncontrollable smile: "Then hurry up, I'll go in and help you persuade that kid!"

Fabian nodded slightly, walked to the prison door without a word and took out the key; just as he twisted the door lock, he hesitated for a moment.

Yes, the former Guards officer knew very well that he couldn't guarantee anything; if that cautious and neurotic boss knew that he was a spellcaster's secret leak, only the Ring of Order...or the Three Old Gods would know. .

But this hesitation was only for a moment. Unscrewing the door outside, Fabien calmly walked towards the criminal's prison with a worried face of Joseph.

After nearly a year of rectification, this headquarters prison, which was originally transformed from a warehouse, has begun to take shape. Not only does it have a special interrogation room, but each cell has also been strengthened and transformed to avoid the occurrence of hard-to-catch living holes. Suicide in advance of this "unexpected joy".

With the echo of the footsteps, the flickering cigarette butts stopped in front of a cell; Fabien put his hands in his pockets naturally, and looked at the thin figure behind the fence:

"is it him?"

"Ah? Ah yes! Yes yes ... it's him!" Joseph nodded again and again, "Bang!" he threw himself in front of the cell, grabbing the iron fence with both hands:

"John... Little John! Look up, look up and see that it's me, Joseph!"

The voice of eager words echoed in the dead silent prison, and Fabian, who was expressionless, deliberately took a few steps backwards, hid himself in the darkness, and watched from the sidelines.

After a while, the figure in the cell reacted; he slowly raised his head and looked at the guy outside the iron fence who was calling his name in confusion and a little dullness:

"If... Cerf?"

"Yes, it's me!" Joseph nodded excitedly: "Are you okay?"

The boy didn't say a word, silently glanced at the shackles around his neck and the chains wrapped around his limbs.

Joseph was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Fabian.

The commander of the Grenadier thought for a moment and said calmly:

"you sure?"

"I... can't." Shrinking his neck, Joseph looked nervous:

"But he, he does look quite painful."

Although this is not an answer, it does make some sense... Fabian opened the iron door of the prison cell with timid and confused eyes, and took out a small delicate key with the palm of his left pocket. The shackles around the boy's neck were inserted into the keyhole.

"Click-"

The crisp sound of the machine sounded, and the shackles fell to the ground; a trace of surprise flashed on the faces of Fabian and the boy in the cell at the same time.

Because that machine voice came from behind him, and it sounded very much like...

"boom--!"

With the deafening gunshots, a smear of blood bloomed on the boy's forehead, which permanently fixed the expression of confusion and surprise on his face.

Fabian's pupils shrank suddenly, his body tensed up subconsciously, he dodged to the side and fell.

But in the end, it was a step too late... The cold touch instantly swept through the whole body, and my mind suddenly fell into a blank space. The vision began to become distorted and skewed, and the limbs were completely out of control.

Puff!

The dull-eyed Fabien fell to the ground in a rather comical gesture, twisting his neck, allowing Joseph to appear in his upside-down field of vision, along with his complex eyes and the smoking gun. muzzle.

"If possible, I don't want to go this far, but... who makes us enemies?"

He stood up slowly, and as he approached, he sighed at the grenadier commander who was twitching on the ground: "You are a cautious person, Fabian, but you are not cautious enough - no matter how much confidence and back you have, how can you let me You are alone with a suspicious person, and there are no guards around?"

"This is a lesson you must learn, don't thank me."

At the same time as the voice fell, Joseph, who seemed to have suddenly changed his personality, aimed the gun at the stiff-faced boy and pulled the trigger again.

"Bang! Bang-bang!"

One shot to the temple, one shot to the top of the skull, and one shot to the heart.

Fabian, who was paralyzed on the ground, struggled desperately, but every time he finally regained consciousness, the cold touch would sweep over again, taking control of his body away.

"Don't struggle, I have already completed the hint the moment you entered the door, and every time you look at each other after that, it will continue to strengthen - may you recall, how many opportunities have I created to meet your four eyes?" Joseph chuckled and said:

"Oh, this is another lesson for you: never, never, never look into the eyes of a black mage, even if you are confident in yourself."

"I originally thought this was an attempt you should have known about. After all, the guy you work for is a spellcaster, and his 'fiancee' is the head of the Rune family... It seems that I am lucky."

"But don't worry, I'm not going to kill you - as I said, I don't want to be your enemy, I'm just forced to help."

As he spoke, he shoved the revolver that just killed the boy into Fabian's hand: "So you give up your resistance now, so that I can easily insert the memory into your consciousness."

"Don't worry, large-scale deletion of memory is very delicate work. I don't have the time, but I will make slight changes: 'Fabian fell into the trap of the Faithless Knights, but at the last moment killed the prisoner trying to escape in time. Prisoner, and was stunned to the ground by Joseph who came to rob the prison'...End."

"Anson Bach may be aware of the magical reaction in you, but he will never have any doubts about this explanation. The gunshots just now will definitely be brought in by the soldiers outside, and they will all become your witnesses. You are Innocent."

While speaking, various images flashed back in Fabian's mind, and the original memory began to be distorted, torn, broken... and then reassembled like a jigsaw puzzle, becoming a seemingly Same but slightly different look.

Feeling that his memory was being constantly deleted, Fabian gritted his teeth and tried his best to keep recalling the original memory; but this weak resistance was not worth mentioning in front of the black mage, just like a child trying to compete with adults Same strength.

But even if the gap was huge, the weak resistance was still resistance, which caused Joseph, who was unwilling to kill him, to have a headache, for fear that too much force would directly turn the grenadier commander into a fool.

As time passed by, the sound of military boots and iron whistles outside became clearer; no matter how strong the soundproofing effect of the prison, the close proximity and the sound of continuous gunfire were enough to attract the soldiers patrolling nearby.

Glancing at the grenadier commander who was getting more and more painful on the ground, Joseph, who frowned slightly, had no choice but to give up—the goal had been achieved anyway, and it was impossible for the other party to dig out any information from a dead person.

The most important thing now is to get out of here as soon as possible!

Having figured this out, Joseph stood up decisively~www.readwn.com~ While maintaining the "line" on Fabian's body, he quickly rushed towards the prison gate; Department fled.

Anyway, I have been exposed, enough to be worthy of the "kindness" given by those bastards, the most important thing is to...

"boom!"

The sudden sound of gunfire interrupted his thinking, and also stopped his footsteps.

With an expression of disbelief... or incomprehensible, Joseph turned his head slowly, and Fabian, who should have fallen to the ground unconscious, appeared in sight.

He leaned against the iron fence, his right leg pierced by lead bullets had been dyed red with blood, and the right hand that shot was still hanging by his side; the body supporting his left arm raised another revolver and aimed it at Ruo Cerf's head.

"Fabien, you..."

"I suggest you shut up first, because it's me who should be questioning now - otherwise, it won't be my thigh that will be shot through next."

Enduring both physical and mental pain, Fabian, who was pale, panted, "Oh, you really should have killed me when you had a chance, oh, Joseph..."

"...My dear, Uncle Joseph!"

"Boom!"

The moment Joseph's pupils shrank suddenly, the closed prison door was kicked open.

Along with the light entering the pitch-black prison, a thin figure walked in, chanting words as he walked:

"Let me see, let me see, who is bullying our deputy commander of the legion?"