It was too late, and the people in the classroom only felt a flower in front of them, and then the two big living people at the door were gone, leaving only the sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor.

Ilan dragged Karen to the left and right in the school building, and his heart was also turning a thousand times.

Why is she in this school? How could there be eleven in the schools of the concession? So she's Britannian? Is it a ghost in a terrorist organization? Is it to stalk yourself? No, it's not. This girl's hatred for the Empire is heartfelt. So, is she a defector? In the end・・・・・・

Ilan kicked open the rooftop door and pinned the girl against the guardrail, and he grabbed Karen's neck with his left hand, almost leaving half of the other man's body in the air.

"Miss Karen." Elan said hello.

"You! ・・・”

Karen's hand reached into her pocket and grabbed her purse. But Elan had already grasped her elbow, and the mere strength of the grip made Karen feel like she was about to dislocate.

"It's up to you to decide whether we'll talk calmly or just leave you here. In your right hand, to be precise. ”

The gentle smile on Elan's face was completely devoid of her previous gentle smile, and the look she looked at Karen made her feel like she was being held to the neck with a knife, cold and piercing.

Ka Lian held her emotions in check, she saw the current shape clearly, and slowly pulled her hand out of her pocket.

"Very well, please be quiet for a while. We might just be able to get out of here unscathed. ”

Ilan let go of his right hand as well, and pulled out a miniature microphone from the inside of his uniform, close to his mouth.

"Fan."

"Huh? That... you are, Easter..."

"Miss Karen is Britannian?" Ilan interrupted the other and went straight to the point.

"Huh?" The fan didn't react.

The strength of Elan's hand strengthened again, and Karen was already a little suffocated, but most of the girl's body was already suspended in the air, and if Elan let go, she would immediately fall.

"Miss Kalian, a Britannian and attends Ashford College in the Concession, answered yes or no."

"Ah, yes, Karen is half-blood, but how do you know that?"

Metis?

Elan glanced up at Karen. Indeed, this girl has an oriental appearance, but her figure is very Western.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, she's the half-sister of our former leader, Naoto Akatsuki, who went to school at Ashford before, and..."

Ilan directly cut off the communication.

When he looked at Karene again, the murderous aura in his eyes was gone, and he had turned back into the boy who was so kind that he wanted to beat him.

He lightly put the girl back on the rooftop, and the girl who had regained the fresh air coughed violently, and Ilan hurriedly patted the girl on the back.

"I know you're angry right now, and you must be tempted to vent. But we still have a lot to say, time is running out, and they must be looking for us now, so, hmm! ・・・”

Before she could finish speaking, Karen slammed an uppercut into Elan's abdomen.

This time, Yilan didn't dodge, and took a solid hit, and his stomach turned upside down.

This girl's strength is really not ordinary, Ilan, whose heels are almost off the ground, thought to herself.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" Karen's rage is already off the charts.

The look in Yilan's eyes just now made her hair stand on end, it was definitely not a scare, that was the look of wanting to kill!

If Fan had stumbled a little more when she spoke just now, she would have gone to see Hades by now!

"Please don't hit me on the head."

Elan's words sent Karen's fist in the air.

"I just stitched it up last night, and if the same wound ruptures again, it will be very troublesome to stitch up, and maybe it will be bald in the future."

After speaking, Yilan put his hands behind his back, lowered his head, and looked like he was waiting for death with his eyes closed.

Somehow, Karen's rage level instantly zeroed, and her fist couldn't fall down when she was raised in the air.

In the end, the girl had to sigh.

"Why are you here?" Karen asked, rubbing his red neck.

"Come to school."

"What?"

Ilan had already prepared a statement when he closed his eyes and waited for death.

It's still the same thing as he said in the class, but the main purpose of his coming to Japan has become to help the resistance movement and hide his identity here.

"My mother is also a member of the resistance group in District 3, but the rebellion in District 3 is not a climate at all, it has been ruled there for too long, and people are at ease. So after my mother died, I came to 11... no, Japan. I hope to contribute to Japan's independence movement. I didn't expect to meet Miss Karen here, but I'm really sorry for the urgency of the organization's safety. ”

In this way, this kid is still from a rebel family, and his roots are red?

Karlian believed him for five points, and her face looked a lot better.

"So, Miss Karen, Eh, Senpai, is also a half-race?"

"Well, Japan and Britannia."

Karen's identity is known to everyone in the rebel group, so she simply admitted it to Ilan.

Ilan seemed to like Kalian's identity very much, and the smile on his face became even stronger. That look was like seeing a comrade-in-arms who had not been seen for a long time.

"Welcome to the 'I Hate Purebloods' Club!"

Ilan couldn't help but step forward and grab Kalian's hand and shake it twice vigorously -- he now knew what a "handshake" was.

"Huh?" What a thing.

"I'm the only member at the moment, and since Senior Sister Karen has also joined, then I'm the president. As a member, the senior sister only needs to remember one thing, which is 'kill the one who sees the red shoulder'. We'll talk about the other details later, let's go back to the classroom first, or someone will find you. ”

After Yilan finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the door of the rooftop, forcefully opened the door panel that had been deformed by Yan zhòng, which had been kicked by him, and stood aside to make a lady's priority action.

"What the hell did the purebloods do to you・・・・・・"

How big is it to establish this kind of one-person club・・・・・・

"Not really."

Elan shrugged.

"Because according to their logic, I'm the greatest mongrel in the world."

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"Ahh

Jeremia Gothbald, Count of the Frontier, sneezed.

According to the East, it was someone who cursed him. But Jeremia didn't understand this, he rubbed his nose, and continued to bury his head in the sea of official documents.

Damn it! I'm a soldier! It's not those fat pigs who approve the article jiàn to eat kickbacks!

But there is no way around it.

His Royal Highness Kulovis has passed away, and District 11 has entered a state of emergency control, which means that from today onwards, all activities in District 11 will have to be approved by the military until the next governor appointed by the emperor takes over.

Looking at Wen Jiàn, who was almost the same height as him in front of him, Jeremiah fell into a complicated feeling.

Astonished, restless, snickering, irritable, fanatical, lustful.

He was actually dreaming about the arrival of this day, but when this moment came, he was a little afraid.

His Highness Cullowis is dead, and judging by the lengthy efficiency of the Empire, the appointment of the next Governor is not yet known to be in the Year of the Monkey. Until then, he was the de facto ruler here! During this period, he can completely clear the opposition in the military in District 11, he can push his deputy to a high position, and he can wipe out all the guys and wall grass who have differences with him!

He can use this opportunity to completely integrate the military headquarters of the 11th district and make it a monolith that is completely loyal to himself! Make it an iron-blooded army that only those with clean ingredients and noble bloodlines are qualified to enter!

Purebloods thoroughly master District 11!

There were many, many things waiting to be dealt with right before his eyes, but there was so much more he wanted to do.

Jeremiah let out a long breath, he hadn't slept for nearly forty hours, and the tiredness from his body finally overwhelmed his excited nervous system.

"Veretta, come up." He pressed the pager on the table and spoke briefly.

Moments later, a tall woman with dark skin in a military uniform walked into the office.

Even uninformed people would not think that this woman was his secretary, and the soldier's unique straight back and strict temperament were telling others that she was not an office woman.

Sadly, like her boss, Jeremiah, she is now forced to take up a clerical job.

Jeremia gave her a very important task.

"Has anyone chosen one?"

Veretta nodded, placing a copy of the text with the photo attached to it on the table.

Jeremiah picked up the text and flipped through it casually, a little surprised and a little satisfied, and finally he nodded and put the text back on the table.

"This is also a bonus, I didn't expect that there is a son of a former Japanese prime minister in the army. In this way, the reason makes sense, to avenge his father, lurk in the army and wait for an opportunity. Jeremia looked at the photograph with disdain and disgust in her eyes, like a stain found on a snow-white tablecloth. Honor Britannians? These eleven actually believe in this. ”

"Veretta." Jeremia looked up at his most trusted man, his eyes full of appreciation. "You're doing a great job."

"Jeremia, what if those terrorists suddenly make a statement?"

"Do as they please. Who will believe it? Not to mention the people of the empire, even Eleven won't believe it! Jeremia waved his hand and said dismissively.

"Yes." Veretta's answer was somewhat absent-minded.

Jeremia knew what she was thinking.

"Still thinking about yesterday?"

"Huh? ・・・・・・・ yes. ”

"It's okay, it's just a Sunderland, if you lose it, you can lose it. There is more important work to be done now. Jeremia comforted her.

One of his men lost a Sunderland yesterday.

Yes, her own statement is "lost", but this kind of words can't be written on the report, so Jeremiah, who is in power, waved a pen and made her a "war ruined".

But she herself seems to be wrestling with it.

Accepted by her boss, Veretta gratefully owes herself.

"What about the battlefield cleanup?" Jeremia is back on business.

"It's just the beginning, the search and rescue team can only operate on the border of Shinjuku at the moment, Jeremia, with all due respect, the workload is too much, and it's too dangerous, the remains of the fighters ・・・・・・"

"Take your time, there's no rush in this matter." Jeremia sighed.

Search and rescue team? The corpse collection team is about the same.

Jeremia knew what she meant, Shinjuku was so vast and full of terrorists that it was impossible to tell where a bullet could fly. There was really no choice but to give up the remains of these soldiers.

"Thank you, Veretta. Let's go and rest for a while, and leave the less important things to someone else. ”

"You too, pay attention to your body."

With that, Veretta Nu exited the office and closed the door.

Jeremia spun around his chair and looked out the window. He rubbed his brow, intending to relax a little.

Speaking of which, he can be regarded as an escape, yesterday he was caught between Glasgow and Sunderland, and for a moment he himself had the idea that this time might be finished, but he finally escaped in a hurry.

Is this a great calamity, and if you don't die, you will have a blessing?

Jeremiah smiled self-deprecatingly.

Shinjuku.

After the purebloods take power, the first thing to do is to wipe it out of Area 11 once and for all!

That's right! This operation completely exposed the incompetence of the military headquarters of the 11th district! The absurdity of the conscription system!

Annihilated by a few terrorists? This is the level of that group of staff officers? This is the strength of this group of mongrels?

This kind of thing can never happen to an army of good lads of pure blood! If the whole army had the level of their own subordinates yesterday, then crushing these fleas is not the same as playing?!

It won't be long before the pure and powerful army of his dreams will appear in Area 11. This land of rebellion is simply a paradise for soldiers! There is simply an inexhaustible supply of military merit!

Once you have accumulated enough capital, your country will not turn a blind eye. It's not just this little Frontier Earl then, it's time to ・・・・・・

No, that's all for later. Jeremiah forced herself to return to reality from a bright future.

The most important thing now is how to give an account to the people of the Empire, their beloved Highness Cullois has died, and they must be given an outlet and an object of hatred.

Jeremia turned around and picked up the report again, the smile on his face even more pronounced.

Suzaku of the Pivot Tree.

Is there a better substitute for the dead than him?