Beluga Harbor, midnight.

When the whole city was sleeping to welcome a new day, the roar of countless iron hooves and military boots rang out in the dark and deserted streets.

Teams wearing red and black military uniforms, armed with torches held high, shuttled quickly between the streets and communities of Beluga Harbor; occasionally residents were awakened by the movement outside and just wanted to see what was going on outside, before they opened the windows.

Frightened by the warning whistle, I locked the windows, drew the curtains, and hid under the table, shivering.

Although it was night and there was no warning, the soldiers launched quite quickly - not only because they controlled all the churches in the city as strongholds, but nearly half a month of patrols and front-end city reconstruction work had allowed the Storm Division to take control of the entire city.

Beluga Harbor’s traffic route map, and be familiar with all traffic arteries and key commanding heights.

Fabian does not need to make too many arrangements. As long as he follows the previously established patrol route, he can cooperate with the defenders in each stronghold (church) to blockade the entire Beluga Port.

Amidst the sound of iron whistles, the line infantry blocked important streets in the city in half-platoon units, built fortifications and roadblocks at intersections, and cut off various communities.

The hussars, holding torches high, rampaged through the deserted streets, while galloping on horseback, while reporting the situation to various strongholds and roads with whistles.

In less than half an hour, the entire Beluga Harbor was under the surveillance of the Storm Division.

The guard company of more than 200 people was divided into two parts. Three-quarters were responsible for controlling the commanding heights in the city and serving as secret sentries. The remaining one-quarter was temporarily assigned by Fabian to serve as his own bodyguard and follow him on a certain mission.

Some more "special" tasks.

So being woken up by his panicked family, the disheveled Speaker Harold got up from the bed. The first thing he knew was that his home was surrounded by stormtroopers.

"Lieutenant Colonel Fabian, what does this mean?!"

Harold, who was only wearing pajamas and shivering in the cold wind, said in fear; against the expressionless former Guards officer and the fifty soldiers of the Guards Company behind him, the usually calm Speaker

He looked extremely embarrassed.

In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he looked so scared and embarrassed.

"Perform the mission." Fabian said coldly:

"Commander Anson Bach was invited to a banquet by Lord Mason Wetzler tonight and was assassinated by gangsters at Wetzler's residence; we are sealing off the city and arresting the remnants of the murderer."

"The Commander has been assassinated?!" Harold blurted out in horror, but then he realized that if Anson was really dead, how could he chat with him so calmly:

"So...how is the situation now?"

"The commander is safe and sound, with only minor injuries." Fabian still had an extremely indifferent expression:

"It seems that Mr. Mason Wetzler was a little frightened. I was still in a coma when I came here just now. I should have woken up now."

"That's good, that's good..." Harold said matter-of-factly, forcing out a smile:

"In that case, why did you come to me? Aren't you supposed to protect the Commander and arrest the fleeing murderer's remnants?"

"That's the mission of Major Karl and Lieutenant Colonel Alexei, not mine."

Fabian's tone seemed very casual, cold but without any tension: "Commander Anson Bach has personally confirmed that the murderer who attacked Wetzler's residence was the accomplices of the criminals who killed four soldiers before, a group of self-proclaimed 'Unfaithful Knights'"

Tuan's underground gang."

"The Faithless Knights?"

"They are a group of traitors to the empire. The most important thing is... they are all talented people who have been trained and have awakened the power of blood." Fabian explained:

"Commander Anson Bach killed several of them, but there are still at least three criminals running around in Beluga Harbor. It is very likely that they will carry out revenge assassinations because the plan failed."

"In order to avoid irreparable damage to Beluga Harbor, we decided to carry out key protection of important places and people in the city."

"As the Speaker of the Beluga Harbor Council, your importance to Beluga Harbor is second only to Commander Anson Bach; therefore, these fifty elite soldiers and I are responsible for your security work to ensure that no accidents occur."

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when Fabian said this, Harold actually heard a hint of flattery in it.

"Oh, thank you for your enthusiasm and concern. You have worked really hard." Harold quickly expressed his kindness and suppressed his trembling body with a smile:

"But our family also has its own guards. Even if someone attacks, we can protect ourselves; you really don't need to waste so many precious troops to protect me...really!"

"I'm afraid this won't work." Seeing Harold trying to resist, Fabian's tone immediately turned cold:

"Protecting you is an order personally issued by Commander Anson Bach. Unless the crisis is resolved or the commander himself requests it, we cannot leave like this."

"Oh, by the way, we have set up a military station and road card outside your home, and arranged a six-pound cannon; so please be sure to keep your family calm and do not go out without permission."

"Otherwise...I cannot guarantee you that the artillerymen responsible for monitoring will remain calm at all times."

"Okay... okay... I... I will tell them." Harold tried his best to restrain the corners of his mouth that kept trying to twitch, and said with a flattering expression.

Soon, he realized a very serious problem: "Does this mean that for all the members of the Beluga Harbor Council, you have appointed dedicated people to protect their safety?"

"Of course." Fabian wrote lightly:

"Not only that, the soldiers responsible for protecting them will also tell everyone everything that happened tonight to prevent everyone from making random guesses and making the situation more tense."

"What?!"

The frightened Harold screamed in his heart and almost shouted out.

He now finally knows what Anson Bach wants to do!

Why Mason suddenly invited Anson to the banquet, who sent that damn Faithless Knights to attack them both, or whether it was a good show directed and performed by him or Mason... none of this matters now.

What matters is what other people in the White Whale Harbor Council will think after hearing this?

Who would benefit most from Anson Bach's death?!

Who had the most power taken away from Anson Bach after he came to Moby-Dick Harbor?!

Who stood in the way of Anson Bach seizing control of Moby Harbor and the colony?!

who?!

Of course it’s the dignified Speaker Harold of the White Whale Harbor Council... myself!

Without even thinking about it, this must have been the first thought that popped into the minds of the congressmen after they heard the news; but Anson Bach used an excellent excuse to put everyone under house arrest alone, so that

I can't collude with others, and I can't even explain it.

And once tonight is over and everything is settled...even if I want to explain, it will be too late.

Fear came over him like a tide, causing Harold to shiver involuntarily while standing in the cold wind.

Fabian put his hands behind his back, as if he didn't notice his rapidly changing expression at all, and glanced at his pocket watch very casually:

"It's still some time before dawn, can you invite me in for a drink?"

……………………

Port area, Wetzler House.

Mason Wetzler, who was suppressing a headache, woke up from his drowsiness, held his head and got up from the ground, while trying his best to open his eyes.

The blurred vision became clearer little by little. First, he saw the fireplace on the opposite side, which was still burning with warm firelight. Then he saw the intact dining table, the oil paintings on the wall... and for some reason, the restaurant became a little empty.

Of course, he knows why.

Except for this, the entire restaurant is still so clean, tidy, and warm; if it weren't for the missing furniture and the blood stains on the carpet and walls, Mason Wetzler would even mistakenly think that it was all just a dream.

But Anson Bach, who was sitting in the easy chair across from him, drinking rum and covered in blood, could attest that that was definitely not the case.

"you're awake?"

Hearing the movement behind him, Anson turned to look behind him, chuckled and asked, "How are you doing? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"No...no...nothing..." Perhaps because of the heavy blow to his head, Mason, who was hesitating, found that he could not speak:

"I mean...I'm fine!"

"Thank God, that's great!"

Anson's face showed a smile of information, and he walked towards him very enthusiastically, and said kindly: "When I found that you still couldn't wake up, I have been very worried about your safety, for fear of something unexpected happening!"

"Thank you for your concern, you are so polite..." Mason felt warm in his heart, and the panic he had just felt seemed to have calmed down a little.

If Anson wasn't covered in blood and exuding a strong smell of gunpowder from head to toe, he would feel warmer.

Of course, what he really cares about now is not this: "By the way, then...those assassins, they still..."

"It's all been resolved."

Anson comforted with a smile, raised his hand and gently pressed Mason's shoulder.

"Everything...solved?"

This imaginative answer made Mason feel cold in his heart.

"That's right, everything has been solved." Anson smiled unabated:

"Although it caused a lot of trouble and losses, from now on, the Faithless Knights will never again become a threat to the peace and prosperity of Beluga Harbor."

Mason's expression froze directly on his face.

solved?

Several elite talents...the important trump cards that they had invested years of energy and wealth in were just...solved?

By himself?!

For some reason, Mason suddenly had a strange urge to pounce and take off Anson Bach's clothes and face to see if there was a humanoid monster hiding in his body.

"This is just an order of faithless knights. There are still many similar armed groups lurking in Beluga Port." Anson continued:
To be continued...