Boom! Boom!
On the streets of Hillston District, soldiers directed people toward churches, subway stations, and other facilities with underground areas where they could take shelter.
Although this was not a primary target of the Feysac airship fleet, people here could still feel the ground trembling faintly.
12 Yilin Street.
Cromwell shut all the windows tightly, then returned to his study, pushed the desk aside, and lifted a rug.
Beneath the rug was a hidden compartment he had made himself. He opened it to reveal revolvers, bullets, daggers, and other weapons.
Silently, he took out the weapons and stowed them on his person, each in its proper place. With plenty of ammunition packed, he prepared to head out.
He was going to a secret contact point.
War had broken out.
MI9 would undoubtedly have plenty of assignments for him now.
This was a good opportunity to accumulate merits.
Through his tireless efforts, he had become an Interrogator. Sequence 7 already counted as middle sequence and offered some impressive abilities.
The masked man had even told him that once he became a Sequence 6 Judge, he could consider joining MI9. There, he would have a stage on which to put his talents to use.
Cromwell did not doubt this.
And he had made it his goal.
After joining MI9, he could bring his parents to Backlund and provide his family with a comfortable life.
Since his wife's death, giving his elderly parents a better life had become his sole purpose.
Now that war had broken out, he felt an even greater need to bring his parents here.
Even if he had not yet joined MI9.
Having lived here for nearly two years, Cromwell knew very well that Backlund was the capital of the Loen Kingdom. Its defenses were naturally stronger than