Crown of Evil

Chapter 19 Doing It Doing It
The only place in the Legrand district that can be called an attraction is the Legrand Prison.

A place that no normal person would ever visit.

Legrand Prison is known as the "Iron Wall of the Federation" because the only way to enter the prison is by taking a secretly running track train.

Because of its extremely high concealment and security, the most vicious criminals in the entire Federation are imprisoned here.

On the lowest floor of the prison there is a special cell, using the highest standard of ether isolation facilities.

A guard slid today's meal into the door and knocked on the small window before leaving.

"Dinner, Barn."

The people in the room stood up, their figures under the moonlight were especially thin.

Bahn's hands and feet were in shackles, and the chains at both ends were very short, which limited his mobility to the greatest extent.

He ate his meal slowly, chewing every bite carefully, in order to be able to hold the plate for as long as possible, because he wanted to read the information engraved on the radish clearly.

'One, six, two, nine'

This is the communication code he set with his companions to determine when to start action.

Two months ago, Bahne was wanted by the federal government for attacking the congressman's mansion and was arrested shortly after.

The congressman who was attacked was Andrew, and his wife also died in the attack, so he insisted on attending the Barn trial.

During the investigation, the Federation discovered that the crimes committed by Bahn were far more than just one attack, and Bahn was involved in more than a dozen of the Theorem incidents in the Federation!
In order to collect as much evidence as possible, his trial was delayed again and again.

Now that the trial was approaching, not only the prison guards had to start arranging the day's defense, but also the members of the combat base were not idle, they were all making plans for Andrew's random security.

Compared with the busyness of the various teams, Duke's side is much more leisurely.

All the psychiatrists in the combat base are not only responsible for the psychological problems of the combatants, but also occasionally receive their family members. After all, not everyone can accept that their relatives go through life and death.

After a counseling session, Duke received a call from an acquaintance.

"It's been a long time since I heard your voice, Ymir."

Duke's voice was as gentle as ever, but Ymir on the other end of the phone was the complete opposite.

"Have you found anything?"

The cold answer did not affect Duke's mood: "I'm doing it."

"Everything has to be taken slowly."

"What does that boy named Rocky have to do with you to make you say 'don't kill him'?"

'If he dies, I must die. '

Ymir will definitely not tell the other party about this kind of clue.

"Don't test me, and this is what 'Goethe' wants, you'd better take it to heart."

Duke ignored Ymir's threat, and the answers he gave were still "doing it" and "don't worry".

After some unintentional fooling, Duke hung up the phone.

He didn't care about the other party's reputation in the organization, and he was really doing it.

It's just that it's hard to think of an effective way under the premise of not being able to kill the other party. Rocky has no relatives or reasons in the Federation, and it's impossible to start with people around him.

But it is different now.

Duke picked up a family member's profile that was scheduled for today, and rubbed his earlobe while looking at it.

'Helen, female; family relationship, lover; relevant personnel, mechanical bird seventh team Eugene. '

Because Eugene was repeatedly involved in danger and injured, Helen was in fear every day, and after she was almost buried alive this time, she almost collapsed.

"Isn't this a good entry point?"

Duke stretched out his hand and flicked the information: "Just treat it as a dessert before the meal, maybe there will be unexpected gains."

Then, the office door was roughly pushed open.

The visitor was wearing a Premin employee uniform with his hat pulled down, but Duke recognized him at a glance.

"So cautious, Mr. Ramir?"

Lamir looked around nervously, for fear that others would see him.

"Doctor, it's not that I don't believe you, but... is it really possible? In the past two days, various departments have ordered large quantities of heavy firepower from the company."

Duke walked behind him and squeezed his shoulder.

"Trust me Lamir, isn't everything that happened recently the same as I planned?"

The magnetic voice carries magic.

"Continue to do what I told you, and you will definitely get everything you want in a short time."

After comforting him for a while, Lamir finally strengthened his faith again, got up and left the office.

However, Duke, who has always been gentle and gentle, rarely showed a disgusted expression.

Ramirel is a veritable idiot.

Longing for his father's power in the company, but unable to recognize the fact that he is a piece of shit, he still thinks that his position in the company is earned by hard work.

Not to mention this kind of meeting that is extremely easy to expose the relationship.

But Duke is also very thankful that he is an idiot, otherwise it would be difficult for him to find large quantities of arms supplies.

The office phone rang again, and his assistant alerted the next family member to make an appointment.

After hanging up the phone, Duke adjusted his tie, ready to welcome his next guest.

At the same time, Cicada, who claimed that she could only stay in Rocky's soul world, appeared in a crystal castle.

Eleven tall crystal thrones were connected to the ground, and Cicada stood in the middle of all the thrones, staring at one of them in a daze.

In order to fight against natural disasters, a group of people once gathered eleven of the most powerful theoremists in the world to form an alliance, and created these eleven thrones for them, each with a name engraved on the back of the throne.

"It's almost dead."

Cicada looked at the throne in front of her and sighed, "However, your followers have gotten a lot of attention."

"'Carmen', I don't know who came up with the strange name."

A series of names are written under each throne, and some even extend all the way to the entrance of the palace.

And there is a throne under it, which is empty.

The name on the back of the throne is blurred and has been deliberately erased.

Cicada walked over, knelt down and began to carve on it.

"'Inscribed under the throne is the one who protects', I hope this sentence is still valid now."

"Silly brother, don't disappoint my sister and my painstaking efforts."

A stream of powerful ether compressed to the extreme surrounded Cicada's fingertips, and as the crystal flying debris continued to rise, a name was engraved under the throne that no one followed.

Lodge.

Cicada clapped her hands, looked at the name she had engraved and nodded in satisfaction.

The dangers her charterer has encountered recently have become more and more exaggerated, and she has even absorbed the energy of natural disasters into her body. She must find a way to save Rocky's life.

If the original oath is still valid.

After achieving his goal, Cicada patted his ass and left, completely disregarding the impact of his actions.

On that day, Carmen, the theoremist organization located in the crack outside the boundary, became a mess.

Strange things happened in the Crystal King Court, which was originally worshiped as a holy place, and the names of followers appeared under the unnamed seat of the Eleven Thrones.

On that day, all members of Carmen knew 'Rocky'.

(End of this chapter)