Chapter 95 Your Will, Our Mission

After receiving the news of the death of his deputy, Chief of Sheriff Boft arrived immediately.

"Protect the scene!"

Boft said to his subordinates with a solemn expression.

Not only because, it was his deputy who died.

More because the Lord Gerrard left temporarily and handed over the security of the entire harbor to him.

Suddenly, Boft felt the pressure.

Because, the chief of security knows very well what he is facing.

The 'harassment' of the new federal agents!

Those spies definitely don't want their adults to be able to safely bring back the widow and remnants of the 'Fortress of Yan'.

Even if his own adults brought back the widow and remnants of the 'Yanbao'.

Also facing the mess in the harbour.

Therefore, after Boft received Gerald's order, he immediately made a layer-by-layer deployment.

Unexpectedly, it still happened.

It was his second-in-command.

Boft's face was gloomy, and his eyes glanced at the study in front of him.

It's a very ordinary decoration, like other study rooms in the harbour, there is nothing to care about, except... that basin-like container.

As the chief security officer of the harbor, Boft naturally came into contact with the 'mysterious side'.

Even, he himself is proficient in several secret arts.

So, upon seeing the basin-like container, Boft immediately noticed the difference.

"A device similar to contact!"

After Boft checked, he frowned.

First of all, such an object is absolutely not lethal.

Second,

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Such artifacts should not appear in the study of his deputy, Goulart.

Who is the person who owns such a tool?

No one knows better than Boft as Chief of Police.

He subconsciously thought of Little Lid's exhortation when he left.

'Keep an eye on Goulart and those related to him! ’

If before, Boft had doubts about Lord Gerald's personal servant's advice, at this time, the Chief of Sheriff will no longer have it.

Obviously, this is Lord Gerald's order.

Little Lid was just a microphone.

Is Goulart related to the spies of the New Federation?

The other party was his own adult who deliberately set a long line to catch big fish and left it?

At this time, for the safety of the entire harbour, my adults are no longer appeasement?

The thoughts in my heart quickly turned several times.

On the surface, Boft gave the order quietly.

"Search!"

"Search this place thoroughly for me!"

"Yes!"

A troop of harbour patrols immediately moved into action.

Perhaps on the frontal battlefield, these harbour patrols are not the best, but in search and other aspects, they can really be called experts.

Soon, some notes hidden in the cracks of the floor were found.

These notes are not in common language, but numbers.

"password!"

Boft glanced at it and knew what it was.

Then, his eyes turned to the bookshelf beside him.

If you have a password, you must have a password book.

Only after they correspond to each other will the correct transfer content appear.

However, even Boft couldn't find the correct codebook from an entire bookshelf in a short period of time.

"Bring them all back!"

Boft ordered.

Then, just as the Chief of Security was about to leave.

Several subordinates hurried in from outside.

"Report, sir, there was an accident on Walnut Street, and someone fell off a horse and died."

"Report, sir, there was an accident at the Coconut Street restaurant, and someone choked to death while eating."

"Report, sir, there was an accident on Pineapple Street. Someone was chased by a dog and fell to his death."

"Report, sir..."

The reports made Boft frowned.

"Send someone to protect the scene."

"Then investigate thoroughly."

Boft continued to order.

But in the heart of the chief of public security, there is already a bold guess: Will these dead people have something to do with Goulart? Could it be the remaining spies of the new federation?

If so...

Lord Gerald must have a more secretive armament.

Is it the Guard?

Do not!

The escort can't be so accurate and weird.

It should be the old guard next to the rumored 'Master Hans'!

When this guess appeared in his heart, Boft couldn't help but think about it.

As a hereditary retainer of the harbor, he knows some secrets about the Hans family.

Among them was the vanished Old Guard.

An army with more than 100 people, but its combat power is extremely powerful, and it is also extremely strange.

The most splendid battle should be facing the counterattack of the old federation. The team of more than 100 people held back the 20,000-strong army of the old federation, and kept harassing, attacking, beheading, and directly defeating the opponent.

But in the past 10 years, it has disappeared without a trace.

"Will it be them?"

Boft guessed.

...

Breakfast at 111 Durham Street begins.

However, compared to the liveliness at the table in the past.

Denise was alone at a huge dining table.

Jason, Gerald, and Little Reed are not there.

Peters and Hume were not there either.

Denise was holding her favorite meat bones in the past, and she always felt that there was no taste.

So, it only ate three servings.

Then, she saw that the kind, fat cook aunt had just cleaned up the dining table for her, and after walking into the kitchen, the next moment, she changed out of her usual long dress, put on a knight's uniform, leather armor, and carried a He came out with a huge mace and four muskets hanging on both sides of his waist.

"Miss."

"terribly sorry."

"I won't be able to cook for you for some time to come."

"War is coming."

"I need to go to the front."

The aunty cook who was carrying the mace looked at Denise apologetically.

Denise was popular with the servants at 111 Durham Street.

Because Denise, who was wearing a sarong, was not only kind, innocent, and big-hearted, but also didn't have the slightest shelf. Except for occasionally getting lost and unintentionally destroying furniture, she was simply the most perfect service object in the hearts of servants.

"war?"

Denise was stunned.

It is very familiar with this term, and it is often seen in books.

But the real face, it is the first time.

It looked around a little blankly.

I saw that the familiar servants and maids had changed out of their usual uniforms and long skirts. They put on knight uniforms and leather armor, and stood in front of 111 Durham Street with weapons in hand, and began to get ready to go.

"That's why Jason and Little Lid will set off."

"Peters and Hume will follow."

"Are they going to the front too?"

Denise thought blankly.

Seeing Denise's dazed appearance, the fat cook and auntie felt distressed for a while.

She still likes to see Denise look carefree.

"Don't worry, Miss Denise."

"Everything will pass."

"With us and Lord Gerald here, everything will be fine."

"However, it's just two full-scale infantry regiments. One of us can crush them, and so can two!"

Aunt Cook patted her chest, signaling Denise to feel at ease.

Then, the aunt said goodbye to Denise.

"Miss Denise, wait for me to come back."

"I'll also cook for you."

After speaking, the aunt waved her hand and walked towards the queue with a mace.

Denise watched the queue set off.

111 Durham Street is even more empty.

The rest of the people were terrified and uneasy.

Accustomed to the lively, fantasy Denise didn't like this kind of atmosphere.

In particular, Jason was not around, and Denise was not used to it.

Unable to bear, Denise whispered—

"I don't like wars like this!"

"Let it end quickly!"

"I want Jason back to me!"

"I still want to eat meat bones made by the fat auntie!"

hurry up!

Let it end!

The wind walked away with such a sound.

Blowing over the harbour town.

Blowing across the distant sea.

also blew over the land.

Then……

"Follow your will, my majesty!"