Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

But Dammecus had already decided to treat this as a rebellion.

Whether it was true before or not, it is true now.

Perturabo: "We can use one of our own."

He has trained the Anvil Camp for so many years, and now is the time to use people.

……

"He can sit on the throne of tyrant, but I can't?"

The Ninth Wisdom Claudio Watts leaned on the soft couch in the mansion with a sneer on his lips.

The assassins were not targeting the tyrant alone, but all the wise men present were targets.

He stayed in the mansion specifically to avoid being accidentally injured by assassins. Those assassins were not hired by him and did not know that he was one of their own.

It would be so unfortunate if he died in an assassin's gun without knowing why.

"That old man Dammecus and those troublesome Senzhi, as soon as they die, Rocks will be mine!"

Claudio's breathing became rapid at the thought.

As one of the Twelve Wisdoms, he is fully qualified to compete for the position of tyrant once there is a power vacuum in Locus.

At that time, he only needs to do a little work, win over a few key nobles, and with the support of the temple priests, who can compete with him?

This way, he could not only get rid of the blasphemer Perturabo, but also help him seize the power of Rocks. It was undoubtedly a big win!

"Father, I'm always feeling uneasy," Claudio's eldest son, Connolly, asked worriedly, "What if the assassin fails?"

The Ninth Candidate was confident of victory. "That was the most elite assassin of the Murder Cult. There is no way they could fail."

Connery was still worried, "But I heard that Perturabo's mentor can do magic..."

"Magic?" Claudio sneered contemptuously. "Do you really believe the rumors?"

"If he could obtain the blessing of the gods, I would believe he could do magic. But the student he taught is a blasphemer. How could the gods bless him?"

"That was nothing more than a lie fabricated by the royal family to elevate the blasphemer's status as a child prodigy!"

"Has anyone seen him use magic?"

Connery: "Many nobles were present that day, and they all claimed to have witnessed it."

"Did they tell you that themselves?"

"Their son told me."

Claudio frowned. "Stop contacting those scoundrels. Do you believe everything they say? If you're so gullible, how will you inherit my throne in the future?"

Now Connery didn't know what to say. He was acting like a tyrant before he even took office.

His father was too arrogant.

If the tyrant really died in an assassination, he would certainly gain huge benefits.

But if they fail, I'm afraid they will be like rats crossing the street and everyone will chase them, and then there will be no place for them in Rocks.

Connery warned worriedly, "Father, as the saying goes, 'Before you think of victory, you must think of failure.' Regardless of whether the assassination succeeds or not, we should prepare a retreat in advance. If the assassination fails, we must escape from Rocks. Even if you are not at the theater, you should send someone to keep an eye on it. If the assassination fails, we can evacuate the city in time."

Claudio was full of confidence, "Don't worry, my son. Your plan is foolproof and will never fail!"

Connery felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do.

His blood relationship with Claudio meant that they would rise and fall together, so Claudio told him the plan to assassinate the tyrant.

But the eldest son was really scared, as his father seemed a little brainless.

Are you planning to go all in if you don't have any plans to retreat?

How did you become a counselor? Did you do it by flattering others?

Preparing a retreat doesn't mean you have to run away. Is it so difficult for you to make preparations for both scenarios?

"It's almost time."

Claudio whispered to himself, his voice trembling with suppressed excitement, "Damecus is dead. As soon as the news of his death spreads, I will order the palace and the gates of Locus to be seized."

With so many assassins and so many guns, even if Dammecus had skin of steel, he would be beaten into a sieve.

He must be dead!

In this way, he controlled the city gate to stabilize the situation rather than to seize power and usurp the throne.

Claudio values ​​his reputation very much. Otherwise, if his reputation is ruined, other nobles will not support him. How can he ascend to the throne in the future?

"Father, what if..."

"There's no such thing as a last resort!" Claudio raised his hand to interrupt his eldest son. "If we've done this, we have to do it thoroughly. Our plan is flawless. Even if the assassination fails, it can't be traced back to me, so why worry?"

"You are my eldest son, yet you are so hesitant. How can you follow me and accomplish great things in the future?"

Connery looked worried. Forget about doing anything big. I'd rather not be killed by you.

The assassination was not arranged by Claudio. The assassins just found him and promised him cooperation, and his father rushed to help, fearing that he would not get the big prize.

But no matter how delicious the pancake is, it is just a picture and you can’t eat it.

Claudio criticized him for being cautious, but Claudio himself was not self-aware.

Why does he believe that other city-states will actually support him instead of taking the opportunity to annex Rocks?

Didn't his father ever think about this problem at all?

Or has he been blinded by profit?

"boom!"

The sudden loud noise made everyone feel uneasy.

Connery's heart suddenly tightened, but Claudio just frowned impatiently, "What's that noise?"

As soon as Claudio opened the door, Connery heard shouts and screams.

He immediately realized what had happened and his face became even more sad.

"It's over, it's over."

The tyrant must not be dead, otherwise he would not react so quickly. His father's dream of a great age ended before it even began!

In the courtyard, a guard in gold and white armor was pulling the blood-stained sword out of the servant's chest, spurting out bright red blood.

The sound of Claudio opening the door attracted the attention of the guards. They all turned their heads and stared at Shanzhi.

"There, catch him!" shouted the deputy selectman in charge.

Through the gaps on either side of Claudio, Connolly saw the guards coming like a tide.

There were fresh bloodstains on their breastplates, and it was obvious that they had cleared out the outer guards.

Claudio also shouted, "Mitiades, I am one of the twelve wise men of Locke, what are you doing?"

Miltiades stared at him coldly, his voice colder than steel: "I am following the tyrant's orders to kill the rebels. But if you resist, you will be killed without mercy!"

He slowly raised his right hand, and the soldiers raised their rifles in unison, pointing the black muzzles directly at the father and son.

"I surrender. It has nothing to do with me. He planned this all!"

Connery decisively raised his hands in surrender. Claudio's face was full of disbelief. You are my son, and you are stabbing me in the back?

Connery groaned in his heart. If they had a different father, they could have escaped even if the plan failed. Why would they be blocked at home?

Chapter 202 Claim (5K)

"Steel inside and out!"

Zoris slammed his right fist down on the breastplate.

"Steel inside and out!"

Dozens of teenagers responded in unison.

Their average age is only fourteen, but their young faces reveal a murderous irony. Children with guns are as deadly as adults.

Perturabo has raised them for four years, and now it's finally time for them to repay him!

Miltiades personally led the team to capture the Ninth Sage. Zoris, Hacor, Barabas and other warriors who showed command talent were responsible for leading the team to take over the defense of the gates of various cities in Rocks.

The tyrant was assassinated. Although the assassin was killed, the turmoil was far from over.

Regardless of whether there is another mastermind behind the scenes, the tyrant must get to the bottom of it and maintain the dignity of the royal family.

Whether it is to eliminate traitors or to eradicate dissidents, the most urgent task is to block the entire city and prohibit anyone from entering or leaving.

"According to the Tyrant's order, the defense of the city gates will be immediately taken over by the Anvil Battalion!"

Zoris showed the parchment scroll with the royal seal to the city defenders in a resounding voice.

Behind him, the soldiers of the Anvil Camp were confronting the city defense forces with guns.

Both sides were wary of each other, but also exercised restraint.

The deputy officer of the city defense army frowned slightly. He had heard about the Anvil Camp. The people of Rocks just thought that the royal family was kind enough to adopt a group of children. Since it was the royal family's money, no one cared, and no one really regarded these children as warriors.

But when these kids pointed guns at him, no one suspected they were joking.

Their gun-holding posture was very sophisticated, and it was obvious that they had received long-term professional training.

"We are the same people, put down your weapons!" At the order of the deputy selectman, the soldiers stationed at the city gate lowered their guns.

Zoris also made a gesture, and the soldiers behind him lowered their guns.

It was their first time to confront regular troops with guns, but they had all killed people before.

At Perturabo's strong request, the royal family specially handed over all the criminals sentenced to death to them for execution.

Only by letting them see blood can they avoid panicking when seeing corpses during battle.

Rocks has been at peace for a long time, and many soldiers in the city defense force are probably not as experienced as them.

After both sides lowered their guns, the atmosphere became noticeably more relaxed and both sides breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter whether they are adults or teenagers, we are all mortal and cannot withstand bullets.

If a gun goes off accidentally, no one can guarantee that they can survive to the end safely.

Second Selectman: "What do you need us to do?"

Zoris: "Please ask the city defense forces to assist in the outer defense. This is an emergency. I apologize for any offense."

The deputy selectman smiled and said, "As it should be. We all serve the tyrant."

Since Zoris showed goodwill, he was naturally happy to show goodwill to Zoris. After all, there was no conflict between the two sides.

The tyrant let these half-grown children take over the defense of the city gates, which clearly showed his lack of trust in the city defense forces.

The deputy selectman is loyal to the royal family, but now the tyrant suspects him of disloyalty. Anyone would have complaints.

But he had also heard about the riots in the city, which could make the tyrant distrust the city defense forces and prove that there were indeed bad people in the army.

Otherwise the tyrant would not have made such a big fuss.

But the deputy official has a clear conscience and will not get into conflict with the Anvil Camp out of spite.

If a gun goes off accidentally, they will become rebels if not rebels.

Why bother?

It is a good thing that someone has taken over the defense of the city gate. Now the city gate is not under his control, he is just assisting in the defense.

If anything really happens, the responsibility will not be on him.

"Stop! The city gates are under martial law, no one is allowed to enter or leave!"

Zoris stared at the carriage galloping in the distance. The sound of the shaft rolling over the cobblestone road was particularly harsh in the night.

"Last warning!"

Zoris raised his hand, and the soldiers behind him raised their guns. The deputy selectman also immediately ordered the city defense troops to raise their guns.

There's nothing wrong with following him anyway. It's not his order, so why bother about it so much?

However, the carriage ignored them and continued to drive towards the city gate. The driver whipped the air so hard that it crackled, and shouted at the gate, "Open your eyes and see! This is the carriage of the Second Canzhi. Who dares to stop it?"

"Bang bang bang!"