Chapter 95: Your will, our mission

After receiving the news of the death of his deputy, Chief Security Officer Boft directly rushed to the horse.
"Protect the scene!"
Boft said solemnly to his subordinates.
Not only because it was his deputy who died.
Even more because that Lord Gerrard left temporarily and gave him the security of the entire harbor.
Suddenly, Boft felt pressure.
Because the chief of public security is very clear what he has to face.
The "harassment" of new federal agents!
Those spies absolutely don't want their grown-ups to safely take back the widows and remnants of the "Yanbao", they will definitely wreak havoc and contain their own energy.
Even if his own adult took back the widow and remnant soldier of Yanbao.
We must also face the mess of the harbour.
Therefore, after receiving the order from Gerrard, Boft made immediate deployments.
Unexpectedly, something went wrong.
The offender was still his deputy.
Boft's face was gloomy, his gaze scanning the study in front of him.
The usual decoration, like other study houses in the harbour, has nothing to care about, except for ... that is similar to a basin-like container.
As the chief security officer of the harbour, Boft naturally touched the 'mysterious side'.
Even, he is also proficient in several secret techniques.
Therefore, upon seeing the basin-like container, Boft immediately noticed the difference.
"Articles similar to contact!"
After Boft's inspection, he frowned.
First of all, it is such an implement that will never be lethal.
Secondly, such artifacts should not appear in his deputy, Gulat's study.
Who would be the person with such an artifact?
No one knows better than Boft, the chief of security.
He subconsciously thought of Little Lid's advice when he left.
‘Look closely at the people Gulat has to do with him! ’
If, before that, Boft had doubts about Master Gerrard ’s personal servant ’s advice, this time, the chief of the security will no longer have.
Obviously, this is Lord Gerrard's order.
Little Lid is just a microphone.
Gulat and the new federal agents are connected?
Is the other party deliberately putting a long line to catch a big fish, left?
At this time, for the sake of the safety of the entire harbour, my adult no longer appeases?
The thought at the bottom of my heart quickly turned around several times.
On the surface, Boft ordered quietly.
"Search!"
"Give me a thorough search here!"
"Yes!"
A team of harbour patrols acted immediately.
Perhaps on the frontal battlefield, these harbour patrols are not the best, but they can really be called experts in terms of search and arrest.
Soon, some notes hidden in the cracks of the floor were found.
These notes are not written in common language, but some numbers.
"password!"
Boft glanced at it and knew what it was.
Then he looked at the bookshelf aside.
If you have a password, you must have a password book.
Only after they correspond to each other, the correct delivery content will appear.
However, even Boft cannot find the correct codebook from a whole shelf in a short time.
"Bring all this back!"
Boft ordered.
Then, when the chief of public security was about to leave.
Several subordinates hurried in from the outside.
"Sir, report an accident on Walnut Street. Someone fell to the horse and died."
"Sir, report an accident at a coconut street restaurant, someone choked to death."
"Report to the lord, there was an accident in Fengli Street, someone was chased by the dog and fell to death.
"Report to the Lord ..."
A series of reports made Boft frown.
"Send someone to protect the scene."
"Then investigate thoroughly."
Boft continued to order.
But in the heart of this chief of public security, there is already a bold guess: Will these dead people be related to Gurat? Could it be the remaining agents in the new federation?
If this is the case ...
Lord Gerrard must have a more secret arm.
Is it the guard?
Do not!
The guards can't be so accurate and weird.
It should be the old guard near the rumored "Adult Hans"!
When this guess appeared in his heart, Boft couldn't help the imagination.
As a hereditary minister of the harbour, he knew some secrets about the Hans family.
This includes the disappearing old guard.
A team with more than a hundred people, but the fighting power is extremely powerful, and it is also strangely extreme.
The most splendid battle should be the counterattack of the old federation. The team of more than a hundred people dragged down the old federation of 20,000 full-fledged legions.
But in the past 10 years, it has disappeared without a trace.
"Will they be?"
Boft guessed.
...
Breakfast started at 111 Dylan Street.
However, compared to the excitement on the table in the past.
On a huge dining table, Denise was alone.
Jason, Gerald, and Little Lid are not here.
Peters and Hume are not there either.
Denise hugged her favorite bones and bones, and always felt like they were gone.
Therefore, it only took three servings.
Then, she saw that the kind and chubby aunt just cleaned up the dining table for her. After entering the kitchen, the next moment, she changed her usual long dress, put on a knight uniform, leather armor, and carried With a huge mace, four muskets hung on both sides of the waist and came out.
"Miss."
"very sorry."
"I will be unable to cook for you for some time to come."
"War is coming."
"I need to go to the front."
The lady-in-law, carrying the mace, looked at Denise apologetically.
Denise was very popular with the servants at 111 Dron Street.
Because Denise wearing a sarong is not only kind, simple, and big-hearted, but also does not have a little shelf. In addition to occasionally getting lost and unintentionally destroying furniture, it is simply the most perfect service object in the servant's heart.
"war?"
Denise was stunned.
It is familiar with this vocabulary and is often seen in books.
But for the real face, it is the first time.
It looked around slightly blankly.
I saw that all the familiar waiters and waitresses changed their usual waiter uniforms and long skirts. They put on knight uniforms and leather armor and stood in front of 111 Dren Street with their weapons and started to prepare.
"So, Jason and Little Lid will start."
"Peters and Hume will follow."
"Are they going to the front too?"
Denise thought froze.
Looking at Danise's stunned look, the fat lady aunt felt distressed for a while.
She still likes to watch Denise carefree.
"Relax, Miss Denise."
"Everything will pass."
"With us, with Lord Gerrard, everything will be fine."
"However, it's just two infantry regiments full of strength. One can beat them, and two can do the same!"
The auntie patted her breast and motioned for Denise to feel at ease.
Then, aunt said goodbye to Denise.
"Miss Denise, wait for me to come back."
"I will cook for you."
After that, the aunt waved her hand and walked to the queue with her mace.
Denise watched the queue and set off.
111 Dylan Street is even more empty.
The rest of them were terrified and uneasy.
Accustomed to the lively, fantasy Denise does not like this atmosphere.
In particular, Jason was not around, making Denise unused.
Can't help it, Denise muttered in a whisper--
"I don't like this kind of war!"
"Let it end soon!"
"I want Jason to come back to me!"
"I still want to eat the bones and bones made by my aunt Fatty!"
Faster!
Let it end!
The wind walked with such a sound ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Blowing across the harbour city.
Blow across the sea in the distance.
It also blew across the land.
then……
"Follow your will, my majesty!"