I Will Be The Crowned King

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Beluga Harbour, outskirts of wilderness.

Just as the people in the city gathered at the council and celebrated the New Year of the 102th year of the saint's calendar, three "traitors" and "remainers" of the Faithless Knights were huddled in an abandoned barn. She was shivering in the cold wind that was dressed in the hall.

After a long night, after the attack of the evil gods, infiltrated the Rune Mansion, the death of Phil Crecy, helping Louis Bernard to defend against the aboriginal fanatics, witnessing Ansen Bach "resurrected from the dead", the apostle Coming... In addition to all kinds of information and events that constantly challenge reason and are full of weird and crazy, the trio, who originally had objections to the uncertain future, reached an unanimous idea in unprecedented unity:

They are going to run.

This is not a hasty decision made in a mentally abnormal state. On the contrary, the three people are calmly examining their current situation and the information they have, and making the judgment that best suits their own interests.

First of all, I don't believe in the identity of the Knights - Phil Crecy is dead, the Crecy family and the forces of the Knights have basically died out, and they no longer need to consider the issue of being hunted down in the name of traitors. Bach's grip on them was gone.

Secondly, the cooperation with Anson, for the same reason, has already existed in name only, and it is meaningless to continue.

As for the utilization value... The three talents can't really be said to be worthless, but compared to the current Anson, they are dispensable.

Finally, and most importantly - they know too much.

The secrets of Rune's mansion, the grand plan of the Old God Sect, the inexplicable relationship between the apostles and Anson... All these, with the help of oneself and the understanding of Ansen Bach, the three people's minds invariably have the same idea. The term "catastrophic disaster" came out.

So after "escorting" Louis Bernard's carriage away from Beluga Port, they did not return, but stayed in this empty abandoned barn... The reason why they didn't leave with Louis was because they were worried that the goal was too big. After all, now The Free Confederacy is full of eyeliners from Anson Bach and the Rune family.

The plan of the three was to temporarily avoid the limelight, and wait until Ansen had probably forgotten about them, or gave up searching for their whereabouts, and then waited for an opportunity to quietly leave Beluga Harbor.

This barn is a carefully chosen place for the three of them: it is located in the wilderness, close to the woods, and there is a road to Beluga Harbor after a few steps. It also satisfies the two advantages of "darkness under the lights" and "remote location". , greatly reducing the likelihood of being discovered.

But it didn't take long for them to discover that the barn was a little unsatisfactory.

It's... haunted.

Sometimes locked doors open automatically, sometimes sharp whimpers come from cracks in walls, mice that have been frozen for days come out as if nothing had happened, and from battered linen pockets the sound of dying people emanates. cough...

If these prank-like things happened in ordinary houses, it might make the family lose their minds, but when it happened to "professionals" like the Knights of Wuxin, they, um...

more scared.

The three of them turned the entire barn up and down, but they couldn't find even the slightest magical reaction, or the breath of any talent. Everything seemed normal and completely in line with natural phenomena, and there was nothing to be surprised about - such as freezing to death. The mice can also run around and the like.

Aside from that, the shabby-looking barn is still very satisfying to them, especially after getting used to the commonplace natural phenomena.

"...So when do we leave this hell?"

Wrapped in the old coat ripped off from the dead man, the Wild Hunt knight held the mouse that had long been frozen to death, and the stiff corpse struggled like a toy in his palm: "It's been more than ten days... I'm almost frozen. died!"

"If it's just freezing to death, I don't think it will have any effect." Sir Carneau casually said, pushing his long golden hair behind his ear:

"Look at the little friend in your hand, you may be more alive than it after you die."

For the sarcasm of his companions, the Wild Hunt Knight rolled his eyes disdainfully: "Yes, but I don't know which one froze to death first - someone who was as thin as a wooden stick, or inherited the blood of the Wild Hunt Knight. himself?"

Carneau remained unchanged: "The stronger the body, the greater the consumption of the base, so I don't think the answer to this question is controversial."

"I think so too." The Wild Hunt Knight glared back unceremoniously: "The premise is that someone still has... things that can be consumed!"

The tit-for-tat two looked at each other, and at the same time pressed the undead that had drilled out of the wall behind the other side back.

"You've been silent since the beginning, Ian" Karno looked blankly at the (former) knights leader who was curled up in the corner and turned his back to them as if they were autistic: "Did you find something?"

The Wild Hunt knight, who was like a blown up lion just now, also turned his head and looked at the guy's back strangely; usually at this time, the other party would immediately stand up and shut himself up. What happened today?

Then...they saw the curled up figure slowly turning around, revealing an expression full of horror that couldn't help themselves: "I...I just...just suddenly realized that this barn is...probably... Yes……"

"Dong Dong Dong!"

A heavy slam on the door came from outside, interrupting the conversation of several people.

Karno quickly glanced at the Wild Hunt Knight, the latter who understood it immediately picked up his weapon and walked towards the gate, while Karno, who picked up the spear, stayed beside the frightened Ian, from the shadow of the corner of the wall. staring at the back of the Wild Hunt Knight.

"Dong dong dong! Dong dong dong!"

"coming!"

Impatiently interrupting the impetuous knock on the door, the Wild Hunt Knight pressed the handle of the knife around his waist with one hand, and at the same time pulled the door open with his right hand holding the other sharp blade-hiding the weapon in a blind spot, taking advantage of the opponent. A head-on attack before noticing.

But when he saw the figure of the visitor, he was stunned: "You, you are..."

"I'm a servant of the Rune family." The figure who knocked on the door said blankly, "Excuse me, is this the residence of Mr. Derek, Mr. Carnot and Mr. Ian?"

He was wearing a black tuxedo trench coat and half-top hat, a striped waistcoat and a light-colored turtleneck shirt underneath, and a delicate silver pocket watch hung on his chest, no different from most Clovis wealthy butlers.

What really stunned the Wild Hunt knight was the other things on his body... Thick snowflakes piled up on his shoulders, the top of his head and his clothes, his legs were deep in the snow, and his face was dark purple—if there was no disguise, the other party would have been Standing outside the door for at least four or five hours.

And the three of them didn't notice anything!

"Yes, yes." The Wild Hunt Knight subconsciously said, "What's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing, I just came to visit you at the order of the head of the Rune family." The servant said solemnly: "And if possible, please return to the White Whale Harbor. The head of the family has arranged a new mansion for you, far more than here. Much warmer and more comfortable."

"Of course, you still have the right to choose whether to go or not to go. The Rune family is only giving you a choice. We will never force anyone to serve us or accept the conditions we set out. The premise is that you have a choice. Enough courage."

After speaking, without waiting for any reply from the Wild Hunt knight, the servant turned and left; when he finally regained his senses, the other's back had disappeared in the late night snowstorm.

"Derek, Derek?"

Sir Carnot's voice came from the warehouse behind him: "Are you all right?"

"I……"

Derek was just about to answer when he accidentally found a round and reflective thing where the man was standing just now.

He subconsciously thought that it was a pocket watch that the other party accidentally dropped, but when he actually touched it, he realized that it was much smaller than the pocket watch, and it was almost spherical, with a small "twig" attached to the back.

That is an eye.

The azure eyeball still maintains its lifelike vitality, and the connected nerve can still feel the residual warmth. Through the shape of the pupil, it seems that the emotion that was frozen at the last moment can still be seen.

Derek, who was shocked, was horrified!

………………

Shooting barracks, early morning.

Standing outside the gate of the barracks, William Gottfried looked strangely at the chief of staff who was walking side by side with the little clerk in the distance. The two seemed to be whispering something, but they all pretended not to talk. appearance.

When he was finally about to walk in front of him, the little clerk with the file bag deliberately dropped a few steps and followed Lieutenant Colonel Carl Bain five or six meters behind, as if they had never met.

This bizarre picture made several question marks pop up on the technical consultant's head, but when he thought that it should have nothing to do with him, he shrugged and turned his head.

"Good morning, Your Excellency William Gottfried." Carl Bain took the lead and stretched out his right hand towards him with a smile: "Sorry for a little surprise, I didn't expect you to come so early."

"It's just that I didn't sleep last night."

Shaking hands politely, William glanced at the little secretary who was following up slowly behind him: "Today is an appointment to hand over weapons, what about the commander-in-chief?"

"Uh, about this..."

"Because of a temporary emergency, the commander-in-chief had to stay in Beluga Port City and was unable to visit the weapon handover site in person."

Just when the chief of staff was embarrassed, the little clerk who "accidentally" arrived at the same time immediately stepped forward to "relieve": "But don't worry, because the commander-in-chief has given Carl Bain full authority, and I will be responsible for recording the handover and testing. The whole process, everything will be carried out according to the previous plan.”

"Unexpected situation?" William rolled his eyes: "What unexpected situation?"

"The so-called unexpected situation, even if it exceeds expectations, or an instant incident that occurs completely unexpectedly." The little clerk explained unsmilingly:

"In short, the situation, which is generally called a 'problem', is often sudden, unpredictable, and bears the brunt of structural disruption to the original plan, with strong implications for the handler. In response, we must give the most concise and concise answer and disposal method under the premise of unpreparedness and careful planning; if there is no reasonable response, it will cause unavoidable delays in planned actions.”

"So it is." William nodded expressionlessly:

"Thank you, I have fully understood."

You understand that there is a ghost... Carl couldn't help but complained in his heart, resisting the twitching of the corner of his mouth and took the first half step: "Time is running out, let's start as soon as possible."

William didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the gate with the other two.

At this time, there was already a full battalion of shooting soldiers in the center of the barracks playground. From a distance, it could be seen that they had formed a six-row phalanx according to the requirements of the high-intensity training camp.

Because of the terrifying ability of indigenous soldiers to understand tactical instructions, Carl has completely abandoned the delusion of letting them master shooting and assault formations, and trained in a phalanx, which also takes into account the firepower of the volley of platoons and the depth of the formation charge.

Of course, conversely, it can be said that there is neither firepower nor depth, but this is the best result the shooting army can achieve, and there is really no way to expect anything from them.

"...It is precisely because I have to take into account the characteristics of the shooting army, I have made minor adjustments to the weapons." William introduced to the two while walking:

"The commander-in-chief has clearly requested that the shooting army should be equipped with a kind of infantry equipment that is different from the past, simple enough and powerful enough-traditional infantry equipment is light in weight and not strong enough in structure, which is acceptable for ordinary people, but not suitable for ordinary people. Aboriginal soldiers are clearly not enough."

"So I increased the weight of the equipment and integrated it as much as possible, minimizing the number of parts, not only the appearance, but also twice as much as normal infantry equipment."

"Ordinary infantry weapons are equipped with bayonets, which are light and versatile, but it is still too early for indigenous soldiers. What they need is a simpler, more weighty, preferably one-shot fatality or loss to the enemy. Equipment for combat capability."

"Of course~www.readwn.com~ At the same time, I also keep bayonets, but use them and grenades as secondary weapons for shooting army soldiers-with the arm and wrist strength of indigenous soldiers, my suggestion is that it is best to They designed a weapon that could be thrown with precision."

"Finally, because they have to fight in groups, and it is difficult to cooperate with each other, the equipment must have the characteristics of being more practical in individual combat, so it cannot be designed too long, and at the same time, it can take into account the problems of weapon balance and weight."

William paused, turned his head and introduced to the other two: "Look, this is a brand-new infantry equipment specially designed for the shooting army!"

Following the direction he pointed, Carl, who was looking at the full camp, had a tangled and complicated expression. After hesitating for nearly a minute, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"That, Lord William Gottfried."

"Um?"

"About the...original infantry equipment you designed..." The chief of staff raised his trembling right hand:

"No... it's in the hands of the soldiers... the lumberjacks often use it..."

"... a long-handled axe?"