I Will Be The Crowned King

Clovis Cathedral, small prayer room.

"Old Luther, did you hear clearly? I'm talking to you very seriously!"

An unpleasant voice echoed through the walls, hurried and anxious: "This is the second time, do you want me to repeat it for the third time?!"

"For the sake of your voice, it's better not to."

Standing in front of the statue of the Ring of Order, Archbishop Luther turned his back to the owner of the voice, and said lightly: "If I remember correctly, it was only last month that you accidentally swallowed the fishbone, please follow the doctor's advice. "

"In addition... this is the prayer room. I don't want to make noise with you in front of the ring of order. It would be disrespectful, my respected Mrs. Katarina."

"Decent?"

Katarina sneered: "My dear Luther, you really have the courage to discuss this with me here... eh?!"

The prayer room fell silent.

Luther Franz, whose face remained unchanged, supported the sculpture and sighed inwardly.

He turned his head, and a graceful and gorgeous lady with sharp eyes appeared in his field of vision, looking coldly at himself as the archbishop.

"My great head of the Railroad Commission, what the **** do you want to do?"

"Just one thing, take care of your daughter!"

Madam Katarina took a half step forward: "She is still young and doesn't understand how dangerous what she is doing, but as a father you are indulging in ignorance, making it unclear whether you want to help her, Still planning to kill her!"

"When you say that, it confuses me even more." Archbishop Luther said calmly:

"As we all know, she spends far more time with you than with me; I am ashamed to say that you know my lovely eldest daughter better than I do - if you can't persuade her, how can I do it."

"What's more, this matter is completely within your authority, as long as you don't lend her the train; don't worry, just push it on me, she will never be angry with you."

"And then, execute her crazy plan in a more dangerous way?!" Katarina's eyes widened:

"Old Luther, don't you know how stubborn Sophia is?!"

"So you want me to keep her at home, locked in a secret room where she absolutely can't leave... or go further and be shackled?" Archbishop Luther asked rhetorically:

"Well, maybe I need to borrow some people from the Inquisition."

Looking at his serious appearance, Mrs. Katarina could not wait to turn her back: "I didn't intend to joke with you!"

"I'm not joking with you, Mrs. Katarina." The Archbishop narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Without the permission of the royal family and the Privy Council, a factory with thousands of workers was privately relocated to produce military supplies such as artillery and explosives. Once it is discovered, you should know better than me what the crime is."

"In comparison, house arrest... is already the least bad outcome."

Katarina was silent.

She looked at the indifferent Luther Franz. Under that face that was always calm like the surface of a lake, there was a heart that no one could see through, and he would not easily show his weak side.

But what would it be like for a father to personally imprison his youngest and only daughter?

She didn't know, she could only imagine.

The only thing that can be predicted is that Sophia in the future will be more extreme, persistent, and crazy than now; the relationship between father and daughter will be completely incompatible, and even become enemies.

"Does this work?"

The lady who was touched by the softest part of her heart spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Oh, it's probably useless." The archbishop was still in the same flat tone:

"As you said, even if we don't hand over the train to her, it won't stop this crazy plan, but it's conceivable that chains and shackles probably don't mean much."

"With her habit, I am afraid that the new brigadier general Anson Bach, who is far away in Beluga Harbour, already knows the information that he was regarded as an abandoned child by Chloe, so even if she can really trap her, it is too late... Considering the colony There is a possibility of rebellion at any time, tens of millions of national assets will be wiped out, and the standing army of thousands of people is very likely to become a rebel army; at this time, the issue of whether or not a military factory will become a big deal seems to be no big deal. ,what do you think?"

Luther Franz patted the dust on the statue and looked at the lady calmly.

Katarina was stunned and stunned.

"You already knew?!"

"No, I don't know." The archbishop shook his head and calmly sat down on the chair next to him: "As you know, my father is far inferior to you in terms of understanding of his daughter."

"But things are universally connected, and the only reason you hear a violin is because someone plucked the strings; Clovis made the decision to abandon the colony and risked the colony's rebellion."

"Once there is a rebellion, Sophia Franz, the governor of Ice Dragon Fjord... will be the first responsible person, and there is no way to avoid it."

The prayer room fell silent.

Luther Franz, who was sitting in the chair, leaned forward slightly, took out a letterhead stamped by Franz from his pocket, and held it between his fingers to the lady:

"So you see, I didn't stop her, except because it wasn't Sophia's responsibility to a certain extent, and more because I couldn't stop her at all—as you know, I don't know her as well as you do to convince her. ."

"……I see."

With some residual surprise, Katarina said slowly after a long silence: "You want me to help her, don't you, old Luther?"

"This is your own understanding, ma'am." The archbishop's tone suddenly softened:

"But considering that it doesn't do you any harm, so...why not?"

"No harm?" The lady sat directly opposite the old man and snorted coldly:

"The accomplice in the relocation of the military factory, suspected of arms smuggling and participation in the colonial rebellion... Are you worried that Fia will have fewer companions when she is hanged?"

"I have to commend you for your thorough understanding of the consequences of leaking secrets." Luther Franz said with a smile:

"With the help of a cautious and mature elder like you, the possibility of the plan's success will be greatly improved."

"Stop doing this!"

Katarina raised her eyebrows: "Why?"

"Why do you ask for your help, or why do you acquiesce to Sophia's path of no return?"

"...Say the last one first!"

"It's very simple, it's the same reason why I sent Anson Bach to Moby Dick - Clovis needed them, but Clovis couldn't give them anything, and even sold them."

The archbishop was in no hurry, and handed the envelope forward again: "Since it is selling one's body, then at least you should be confident and let yourself sell for a good price, what do you think?"

"Even if the end result is that the daughter is arrested on the charge of treason and sentenced?"

"Oh, we'd better not jump to conclusions so quickly; the potential of young people is endless, and Sophia... hehe, I think a lot of people despise her too much, just like those who despised you in the first place."

"And the last thing I, an unqualified father, can talk about is the phrase 'I believe in my daughter'."

Mrs. Katarina, with complicated eyes, finally set her eyes on the letterhead:

"what is this?"

"A letter that would be very dangerous if I sent it myself." The Archbishop said lightly: "If you think Sophia Franz should not be the victim of the kingdom, then please send it quietly."

"If you are a loyal minister of the kingdom, give it to the Privy Council - not to His Majesty the King, I know Carlos very well, he will ignore the years of friendship between us, and doing so will only arouse His Majesty's disgust, Bad for you."

The lady did not speak.

After a pause, she silently picked up the letterhead, got up and left.

"Old Luther, if...if you were as patient as you are now..."

Katarina stopped in front of the door and said without looking back, "Sophia, she was supposed to be my daughter."

"She is now too." The Archbishop stared at the lady's back:

"And you seem to forget that I'm so much older than you and already have a wife and a son; I can't risk making you a mistress and do something immoral... that's bad for your reputation."

Katarina snorted coldly and walked out of the prayer room with gritted teeth:

"...I didn't say I care about that."

……………………

Beluga Port, north of the city, near the bank construction site.

On the snowy street, Ian Clemens pressed the brim of his top hat, lowered his head and walked quickly through the row upon row of signs. When he was about to leave the street, he suddenly turned around and walked into the narrow alley between the two warehouses. mouth.

Almost at the same time, the figure of the Wild Hunt knight appeared at the end of the narrow alley. The shabby stand-up coat wrapped his body, the patched cap and the old scarf almost covered his entire face, leaning against the sewage-filled wall and smoking a newspaper. Rolled cigarettes.

"The location of the informant has been found."

Ian, who stopped, opened his mouth and threw an exquisite cigarette case to Derek the Wild Hunt Knight:

"Old Cripple's Tavern, table number two, sit there and order a glass of 'room temperature' Tirpitz rum, the bartender will ask you for a tip, hand him a cigarette from this cigarette case, and you can trade."

"clear."

Hiding the cigarette case in his coat pocket with his backhand, Derek looked around curiously: "By the way, where did Carnot go, he wasn't with you?"

"Stalking in the tavern." Ian replied, "You know, informants are generally very cautious, it is better not to use blood power or magic items easily; meet him first after entering the door, and confirm that it is safe before starting the transaction. "

"Okay, where is he?"

"After entering the tavern, there is a seat on the left inner side. This is what the fisherwoman dresses up."

"Fisherwoman?" Derek was stunned for a moment, and the corner of his mouth seemed to want to laugh and then choked back:

"This is the first time. Isn't he addicted to women's clothing?"

Ian snorted and said with a serious tone: "No, it's because many porters on the construction site are port sailors and fishermen. When winter comes, they just have nothing to do; fisherwomen who pretend to be worried about their husbands are less likely to easy to notice."

"Besides, he still refuses to cut his long hair."

"I knew..." Derek pouted, patted Ian's shoulder and turned away.

The former leader of the Knights did not stop, and continued to move forward - he was going to enter the tavern from the opposite direction of the Wild Hunt Knight, and was responsible for the finishing work in the event of an accident.

To be honest, if there is a slight possibility, he will not do such a thing of betraying or even chasing down informants; although the Knights of No Letter have a deep foundation in the new world, most of the relationship networks cannot surface. The exchanges between the two parties rely entirely on mutual trust, which is difficult to establish, but not too easy to destroy.

Once discovered, they will completely lose all foreign aid and intelligence networks in the past, and become the underdogs that everyone shouts and beat - of course, they are already.

But this is the price... The price of choosing to rely on Ansen Bach and accepting his protection; knowing that he is only a **** used to deal with his former companions, and being ordered to kill his friends who have helped him, it is impossible to refuse this superior... Brigadier General's order.

With a slightly heavy heart, Ian pushed the door and walked into the Old Cripple Tavern.

Then... froze in place.

According to the three people's prior plan, Derek started trading after "meeting" with Karno~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then Karno left the tavern and ambushed nearby to prepare for the unexpected; Ian was monitoring the situation in the tavern hall and was responsible for Whistleblowing and finishing touches.

In other words, even in the most coincidental situation, when he entered the door, he should only see Karno who was about to leave, and Derek who was confirming the password with the bartender.

But at this moment, Derek was sitting in front of the bar at a loss, anxiously waiting for the bartender's figure. At the same time, Carno had disappeared.

The two quickly completed their communication with their eyes. Derek got up and walked to the second floor of the tavern, while Ian sat in Carno's seat and waited quietly.

Of course they know where the informant is, and they're just pretending to be a deal just to make sure they're safe.

Two minutes later, Ian got up slowly, avoiding the eyes of the people around him, while following the figure of Derek just now, and walked to the second floor of the tavern.

Along the not-so-wide corridor to the opposite direction of the guest room, a room that looks like a utility room but is actually an office is the place where the two parties "trade".

And this tavern is actually an empty shell, or a "middleman" - the real tavern owner is actually the bartender himself. If the informant who holds important information in his hand intends to trade, he will be transformed and become the tavern owner... Temporary .

Gently opening the door, Ian saw the "missing" Carnot and Derek standing on both sides of the door, standing in place like stiff sculptures, motionless.

Following the line of sight of the two, a figure hanging in the air appeared in his field of vision - the bartender with a distorted expression was hung from the ceiling by a rusty iron chain, twisted to such a degree that his face was icy blue and purple. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth on the desk.

The cold wind whizzed past the cluttered room along the windows and the pushed open door, mocking them mercilessly.