In the roiling black fire, a group of silhouettes slowly walked out from inside, as if they were walKing through a long twisted passage, even the silhouettes were all stretched long.

The figures walKing out of the door of hell had pointed beaks that were slightly curved downwards, pale exoskeletons that attached on their faces like masks, glass-like eyes, dark wide-brimmed hats, and covered from head to toe in a black robe that looked like it was made of oil-proof cloth. Only bone-like fingers were exposed from the cuffs.

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The omen birds flew out from the door of hell and landed on the shoulders of these “people”.

“Good evening, gentlemen.”

The Devil was holding a black umbrella with a smile on his face.

He snapped his fingers, and the door of hell closed silently.

“Let’s go, gentlemen, the night banquet will soon be held.”

The Devil continued to hold the black umbrella as he took a step forward, and suddenly appeared in a place far away from the plague ship. Those figures who walked out of the door of hell followed closely behind. After they left, the plague ship was burned to ashes by the black fire.

This group of creatures from the dark world quietly walked into the first village infected by the Black Death.

The Devil stood on a boulder at the entrance of the village, watching the fellows he led from hell disperse into the city with the omen birds.

Just a Lord of “greed and ill-gotten wealth” was still not enough. The door of hell could only open a small gap without causing the punishment descended down from the Law. He couldn’t directly bring an entire army of hell out…..and could only go to such trouble.

The Devil spun the black umbrella, thinking of something that caused his face to show a faint, playful smile. Hell…..what was hell? That was where evil bred, where all the most corrupt and depraved things accumulated. The plague of doom and disaster on earth now was bred everywhere in hell.

In fact, once many kinds of hell creatures came to the human world, they themselves were a large source of plague infection.

There were such fellows in hell, these “people” that had been drawn out of hell by the Devil tonight. They fed on the “plague” and especially preferred plagues that had just broken out——feeling that the plagues that were prevalent in the human world tasted the best. Therefore, at some point, when a plague erupts in the human world, they would come to the human world quietly and take a few fresh bites of plague.

They would appear in some places where the plague was prevalent, and if they eat a lot of the plague, the local epidemic would actually get better.

Occasionally there were a few lucky guys who saw these hell creatures walking through plague infected areas completely unaffected, and remember their classic bird beak mask-like exoskeleton, and black robe with a wide-brimmed hat, so they imitated these characteristics when creating a doctor’s outfit, hoping this attire would have the same effect. [1]

Oh, if according to human terms, then these guys should be called——

Plague doctors.

“Plague doctors.”

The Devil spoke the term aloud, spinning the black umbrella in his hand, a smile on his face as usual.

Interesting.

Humans try to save themselves by studying the creatures of hell, but yet they attribute it to the Holy Lord.

Interesting.

The omen birds flew by, and the “plague doctors” quickly returned to the Devil. The epidemic in such a small village that hadn’t completely broken out seemed to not even be enough to satisfy their appetite.

“Okay, next one.”

The Devil led this group of doctors from hell into the night.

Behind them, the quiet small village didn’t know what kind of disaster they had just been saved from.

………………

Koszoya Port.

As the largest port on the southeast coast and the most prosperous commercial city, the situation at the Koszoya Port was almost a microcosm of the entire southeast coastal cities.

“Over there, over there! Stop! Is it aligned?”

Every strand of hair was neatly combed, buttons were buttoned up to the last one, and the sleeves were carefully folded up to the same height. Mr. Architect was holding the drawings in his hand, frowning as he directed the sailors who were newly organized as “City Cleaners Team No. 1” in washing the streets and then laying the dredging pipes made of pottery.

Mr. Architect, whose life criterion included “obsessive-compulsive disorder” and “obsession with cleanliness”, had not loosened his brows since he was banished by the King to Koszoya Port.

He practically wanted nothing more than to use all the water from the sea to wash the entire city inside and out.

This messy and dirty city, this unscientific canal, this sewage that had already flowed onto the streets and pavements…..Mr. Architect wantd to commit suicide.

There was nothing more terrifying than the commander of the construction team being a mental patient with an obsessive-compulsive disorder in addition to a sanitation disorder.

“Okay, over there! Wash it again! There is still rubbish there! Clean it up!”

Mr. Architect shouted loudly.

The members of the “City Cleaning Team” in Koszoya City came from sailors and crew members who had lost their jobs due to the blockade order.

Once the blockade order was issued, even the merchants themselves could not guarantee that he would not go completely bankrupt, let alone keep these useless sailors and crew members on payroll. So many people lost their jobs overnight and no longer had a source of income.

This situation was not uncommon in this era.

When a protracted war ended and a period of peace arrived, the sailors of the maritime countries participating in the war would lose their jobs in large numbers. Under normal circumstances, many sailors would become pirates, but now they didn’t even have the chance to become pirates.

So the King set up working groups for these unemployed sailors in various cities.

The unemployed sailors would be audited by the heads of the royal navy in various ports, and those outstanding sailors with rich experience and good psychological qualities would be absorbed into the King’s naval fleet. The rest of the sailors were then organized as best as they could to form a city cleanup team.

Right now, the Port of Koszoya.

Thanks to the efforts of these reemployed sailors, the sewage discharge system of Koszoya was spreading out like a spider web little by little. In addition to the sailors, the citizens were also required by city officials to clean up the environment near their homes——but to be honest, this part had limited effects.

The customs blockade order had made many people feel uneasy. These days, there had been constant attempts to violate the blockade order.

In this kind of situation, one could not expect citizens to actively participate in environmental cleanup.

The Iron Rose Army led by General Sheehan had a new name these days——Bloody Rose. The name referred to the Bloody Tyrant of the Rose family.

It was useless to plead, and it was useless to resist violently. The King and his soldiers had hearts of stone.

General Sheehan immersed his hands in the icy water.

His hands were now clean, but he always felt that there was a lingering smell of blood on his hands.

Baron Sheehan couldn’t forget that day when he stood on the pier, facing a sailor who was struggling to climb up from the icy waters. There was a sailor who was in ragged clothes and was so skinny he looked like a handful of bones. His hand was on the hilt of his sword, and the sword was as heavy as a thousand bars of gold.

A blade of light flashed by on his side.

General Sheehan turned his head suddenly and saw Captain Hawkins with a black slanted hat standing behind him, a piece of grass chewed in between his teeth. His hand holding the sword was surprisingly steady, and the poor sailor fell slowly into the waters, the blood spreading quickly.

“Even if only one of these people manage to survive. More people will die tomorrow. Your sympathy will only kill more people.”

Captain Hawkins was rarely sober.

General Sheehan was greatly shocked. After his sword was silently nabbed and used by Captain Hawkins that day, he once again felt the unfathomable depth of this crazy pirate captain. The sea breeze blew at the messy hair of the pirate captain as he looked out at the sea with eyes that seemed to also conceal a piece of the sea.

After all, he was a figure who had become a legend on the sea. This pirate captain who was always drunk was also a character with a lot of past.

“Aiyayaya, but an aristocratic lord after all.”

Just as General Sheehan’s respect for the pirate captain rose, the other turned around and grinned, his tone as offensive as always.

“Even at this time, you can’t even pull out your sword, aiyayaya~”

General Sheehan drew out his sword expressionlessly and slashed diagonally past the side of the pirate Captain Hawkins. The corpse of another sailor who climbed up fell back to the sea.

The splashing sound of water.

Splashing.

General Sheehaeln took his hand out of the basin, and the cold water dripped downwards.

He thought of what the Duke of Buckingham said before he set off.

Even if he released only one person, it would stimulate more people and make them feel that the blockade order had a degree of flexibility. At that time, the lighter result would be that he would have to kill more unarmed offenders, but the more serious one would be the people taking the blockade order lightly, which would lead to the total collapse of the sea blockade.

Only at the beginning when the order was carried out with no sympathy and no forgiveness, could they establish authority and save the entire Southeast.

This was a truth that anyone could understand.

But every time he swung the sword, General Sheehan felt that the layer of blood covering his hands became even thicker.

General Sheehan grabbed the cloth and wiped his hands.

Gradually, he slowed down and eventually stopped in his movements.

He just killed a few innocent people, and he already felt that his hands were bloody and his soul was getting heavier and heavier. Then what about the King? What about the King who signed his name on all the writs?

The blood of so many innocent people…..At the moment when his name was signed, how did the King himself feel?

Did the King also feel that his robe was dripping with blood at all times?

If a person lived under a bloody and heavy burden all the time, what condition would their heart be in?

General Sheehan recalled the several meetings he had with the King.

The silver-haired and blue-eyed monarch sat on his throne, his whole person exuding all the glory and majesty, with the gorgeous but cold and heavy crown tightly binding his temples.

General Sheehan threw away the hand cloth, grabbed the sword placed aside, and strode out of the room.

Several chambers of commerce organized a petition group to sit in front of the municipal government in protest.

The Black Death had not yet appeared on the east bank of the Abyss Strait. They could not see its terrible shadow, but they could see their goods piled up in warehouses——especially merchants in the export trade of agricultural products. And on the other hand, although the city officials had tried their best to organize the unemployed sailors in accordance with the King’s order, after all, the city government’s economic income was limited and the number that could be recruited was limited.

The negative impact of the blockade of the sea was unavoidable.

The clamor was noisy.

“I am the Iron Rose Cavalry’s first general.”

Before stepping out of the room, General Sheehan said to himself.

The Iron Rose Cavalry, the King’s first iron cavalry.

Only loyal to the will of the King.

………

Same year and same month.

The other side of the Abyss Strait.

A situation that was completely different from Legrand’s sea blockade and rigorous vigilance. Merchant ships were still traveling on the sea and between ports. They did not notice that the Black Death originating in the Hopeless Inland Sea was quietly approaching.

The Kingdom of Bressi, southwest coast, Port Aville.

This was considered to be a large port on the southwest coast of the Kingdom of Bressi, and a port very close to the Hopeless Inland Sea going out of the Claud Strait. Merchant ships from the Kingdom of Ayr had just finished trading gold along the coastline, and part of the ships took the route that passed by here.

On this day, the port of Aville had been as usual, with ships coming and going.

While business was as usual, a ship that drifted with the waves eventually became stranded on the beach. There was also another ship that arrived at the dock. A sailor jumped from the ship in panic.

“Help me!”

He grabbed at his clothes, running towards the people on the dock and stretching out his hand to call for help.

He just ran a few steps when he staggered and fell to the ground.

The sailors nearby gathered over in astonishment. A daring one reached out and turned the man over. As soon as he was turned over, the people cried out in exclamation and suddenly cleared a large empty space——the outstretched hand of the sailor who had jumped out of the ship was covered in pustules.

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The cold wind blew the sails of the two merchant ships fiercely.

The Black Death that Legrand had been waiting for had begun to spread and explode in these countries on the other side of the coast.

The second disaster had come.

AN: [1] The plague doctor is very famous. In the Middle Ages, people invented bird beak masks, large brimmed hats, and waxed robes, a protective device against the Black Death.

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The Head of the Households hurriedly stepped into the King’s study with a secret letter sent back from the southeast, but he was slightly taken aback after entering.

The King had his back to him, standing in front of a stained glass window with a rose pattern. The sun not only outlined his figure brightly, but also stretched his shadow very long.

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The foot raised by the hHead of the Households froze in mid-air, and his breathing went stagnant for an instant.

“Hawkins’ letter? Bring it over.”

The King ordered but did not turn around.

The footsteps of the Head of the Households became lighter than before as he walked to hand the letter to the King.

The King opened the letter.

The handwriting of the letter was very much like scribbles, and it was also written crookedly. Clearly it was penned not by the professor/first mate Charles, but by the unprofessional Captain Hawkins.

In the letter, only one sentence was written:

The customs blockade had been implemented.

The Head of the Households waited for a while, but got no other instructions, so he quietly retreated.

“It’s time for you to appear, Mr. Devil.”

The King closed the letter and said calmly.

“Hell is at your service.”

The tide of black mist surged in the room, and the Devil wearing a black formal attire walked out of the thick darkness as usual. He looked the same as usual, his clothes gorgeous and impeccable, with a mask-like smile on his face.

“I hope your habit of spouting lies will not appear in this operation.” The King did not look back, he seemed to be pondering on something, “How long will it be?”

“The plague is coming.”

“Not the plague.” The King turned around, his icy blue eyes still as the bottom of a well, “I asked how long will it be before the “law” becomes invalid.”

The Devil’s smile solidified on his face, and his pupils dilated slightly.

The King looked at him calmly.

“Ah, what are you talking about?” The Devil soon smiled again, and he bowed slightly to the King, “The Law has always been there.”

“The Holy Court has begun to intervene in secular wars, and Hell intervened in the Black Death.” The King said unhurriedly, “Why did neither of you reveal your traces so directly before? Because at that time the Law forbidding supernatural interference enveloped the world and the power bounding you all was greater. But now, both hell and the Holy Court are becoming active. Why?”

The Devil did not answer.

The King himself answered his question.

“Because you know that the Law is about to end, and the world will once again become a battlefield between darkness and light, right?”

The King asked softly, but his tone was full of mockery.

The Devil was silent for a moment, and then raised his hands to applaud the King.

“You are too keen, Your Majesty.” The Devil smiled and said, “This is not a good thing. When did you begin to come to this conjecture?”

“The ghost ships.”

The King answered simply.

The Devil suddenly realized: “You started to glean information since then?”

“How many years are left of the thousand years?” The King did not answer the Devil’s question, “What does the millennium kingdom really mean?”

“What does the millennium kingdom mean?” The Devil laughed, and he bowed over again, “It means the return of a great existence.”

A great existence was coming back.

The King chewed over the words spoken by the Devil.

“The people of the Holy Court tried to kill me.” The Devil remained bowed over and the King knew that he could not get any more information on this issue so he turned to ask about what happened that night, “Perhaps I should bestow you an iron rose medal? Mr. Devil.”

“That would really be such an honor, Your Majesty.” The Devil straightened up, “You actually recognize my loyalty to you.”

“What identity are they?”

The King ignored the complaint in the Devil’s words.

“The adjudicators of the Holy Court, or you can call them the puppets of God——or God’s Attendants.” After the Devil answered, he realized that something was wrong. He looked at the King for a while and then pressed his forehead, “You are too cunning! You don’t even remember what happened that night.”

The King did not show the smile on his face, and only said lightly:

“Now, speak.”

“About the nightmare that was forgotten by me, about God’s Attendants.”

………………

Koszoya, the former headquarters of the Five Port Alliance.

The royal rose insignia now replaced the original Five Port Alliance insignia, and it had become the headquarters of the “Free Chamber of Commerce” under the control of the King.

Madam Poisonous Spider and Patriarch Dawson stood on a tower overlooking the streets of the port city below.

“I finally know why His Majesty had such a strict requirement that all chambers of commerce must be registered.” Madam Poisonous Spider said quietly.

“Who would have thought.”

Patriarch Dawson also sighed.

They desperately completed the formation of the Free Chamber of Commerce a few days ago. This huge chamber of commerce, organized by the royal family, had never been more stringent in its investigations. All the ships in all the ports, as well as all the sailors and crews of all chambers of commerce must be registered in a unified register, and finally reported to the headquarters of the Free Chamber of Commerce.

Originally, they did not understand why it was so harsh.

Until today.

The King’s order was personally announced by the mayor: The Black Death on the other side of the Abyss Strait has spread to the port cities that have commercial ties in Legrand. In order to prevent the spread of the Black Death, the southeast waters have officially entered a state of blockade from today onwards. All ships are not allowed to go to sea, and all ships are not allowed to enter the ports again.

Based on the “Southeast Port Ship Register” completed a few days ago, from today onwards, all ships would be compiled in accordance with the general register. Every 20 ships would form a team, and each team would elect a person in charge while the city government would form an inspection team. Each team of ships must check the number of ships and personnel every day.

Once there were fewer ships and sailors missing, the crew of the ship would be severely punished altogether.

Anyone who goes to sea privately would be directly executed.

Anyone who tries to help those who have fled would be put to death directly.

Anyone who tries to break the sea blockade would be executed directly.

………

The following was a long series of notices, asking people to fully cooperate with the preventive actions of the “Plague Epidemic Prevention and Control Team” during the sea blockade period.

At the end of the warrant was the King’s signature.

This writ from the Rose Palace suddenly exploded over the people’s heads like thunder.

At the port, the sailors and crews who were busy carrying goods onto the ships were all stunned, and the cigarette sticks in the hands of the merchants who were standing on the bow of the ships instructing the sailors to carefully place the valuable goods all dropped onto the decks. The people who had just sent their relatives out to sea for a long journey were astonished and did not understand what had happened.

Everything happened so suddenly.

The merchants unloading and loading goods in the port shouted noisily and couldn’t believe their ears, but soon the royal fleet that appeared in the port established a long sea blockade pontoon bridge. The King’s personal guards who arrived on the streets some time ago were all fully armed as they took to the streets. The municipal officials were like a flock of crows, flitting through the streets and alleys to convey the latest announcements.

When they realized that all of this was true, the people’s voices exploded like billowing thunder, and the municipal officials tasked with informing the news were surrounded by groups of people on the streets.

“Why wasn’t the arrival of the Black Death notified in advance?”

Madam Poisonous Spider looked at the family members of the businessmen who either fainted on the ground or threw themselves at the municipal officials reading the notice, and asked with some pity.

Their relatives just went out to sea not long ago, so with the sea blocked, they were now isolated outside the blockade line and classified as “no entry individuals”.

“Because of human nature.”

Patriarch Dawson was silent for a moment before replying slowly.

“If the Black Death outbreak was notified before the lockdown was implemented, how many do you think will choose to risk selling goods before the Black Death fully breaks out? How many people will choose to go pursue their relatives back? How many people who clearly know that their relatives have gone to an area that may be infected with the plague, but will still quietly bring them ashore in private?”

Madam Poisonous Spider was silent and unable to form an answer at all.

“If people are informed of the plague before the blockade, the subsequent blockade will become a joke.”

Patriarch Dawson took a deep breath.

He finally understood the King’s series of actions on the southeast coast over the past several days.

Disintegrating the Five Port Alliance and establishing a Free Chamber of Commerce to master information about ships in the southeast waters, laying the foundation for strict maritime blockades. An army was stationed in Koszoya in case opposition arose so that the army could suppress it as quickly as possible. Spending huge sums of money in the shortest time to mobilize and form a huge royal navy so that they could patrol the entire coastal sea line, and set up a long blockade…..

Only after the blockade had been completed quietly and efficiently, would the official notification be made.

At this time, no one could stop this blockade.

In fact, as Patriarch Dawson recalled, the number of ships returning during this period was becoming fewer and fewer.

——He didn’t dare to think about whether the ships that went to sea really hadn’t returned, or that they were sunk because of the plague and sinking into the sea forever.

“Just watch.”

Patriarch Dawson looked at the cavalry soldiers marching down the streets with some fear as they dispersed the crowds that had gathered together.

“Legrand should be up in a clamor again.”

Legrand, December 1432.

The King issued the “Regulations on Emergency Blockade of the Southeast Coast”. On the same day, all ships in the ports of the southeast coast failed to raise their sails. The ports fell into a deep sleep, and no ships went out to sea or entered the ports.

On the first day the blockade regulations were issued, there were twelve ships that tried to break through the blockade in just the port city of Koszoya alone.

All twelve ships were sunk.

On the dock, there stood silent armored knights. Those sailors who were struggling to swim from the cold water to the shore tried their best to climb up to the pier, but they were all greeted with sharp swords.

The coast was dyed red with blood.

The King used his cold, iron-blooded methods to declare that this was a blockade that absolutely did not allow mercy.

Another bloody mark was added to the name of the tyrant.

The King waited for the report from the southeast at the Rose Palace.

Faced with his new moniker “Bloody Tyrant”, he did not make any comments, as if it was not he who was being vilified.

The sea blockade was just a prelude.

The real countermeasures come from Hell.

………………

In the mid-winter of December, the wind was howling and violent.

The royal government could only do its utmost to blockade the port cities, but the coastline was long and the spread of the plague was not only through humans.

A ship rocked with the tide on the sea, and finally became stranded. No one got off the ship.

There was a small village not far from the stranded ship.

“Here it is.”

The Devil in his black formal attire walked out of the night, and he opened the black umbrella with the sword hidden in the umbrella shaft. The sea breeze moved the tail of his coat.

The Devil briskly boarded the dead ship, and saw many dead bodies lying on the ship. Pustules, large or small, could be seen on the corpses.

The rustling sounds of rats escaped from the ship.

The Devil snapped his fingers.

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The black fire ignited silently, and a miniature version of the door of hell appeared in the air.

Since the King wore the bone ring on his finger, the power of the Devil seemed to be stronger than before.

He bowed in a gentleman-like fashion.

“Time to go on stage, gentlemen.”

The miniature version of the door to hell slowly opened.

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The bone ring sat perfectly and snugly on the King’s finger, as if the bone ring belonged to him from the beginning. The cold, pale ring sat quietly on the King’s finger. At that moment, the same brilliant authority in this world suddenly revived on the King. The Devil let go of the King, took a step back, and fell to his knees.

“What is that?”

Silent and like a spider, the voice of the head adjudicator who was in control of the whole situation suddenly sounded with a tremble that even he did not notice.

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“What is that!”

He saw the flame of God extinguished on the young king.

He was a God’s Attendant, and his mission was to sacrifice everything for God. The feelings that humans possessed should have been lost from him forever, so that when the God’s Attendant sent the sword into the heart of the heresy, his wrist could be as steady as a mountain. However, at this moment, the head adjudicator suddenly felt his heart throbbing again.

Because of the fear of his beliefs subverting.

The apostles of the Holy Lord believed that the Holy Lord was the only God in this world, that He was the true anointed one and the true eternal glory monarch, His authority supreme.

But everything at that moment was subverting his perception.

The young king, who was originally under his control, stood alone in the center of the stage. His majestic aura made people dare not look directly at him.

How could this be?

How could there be a second monarch who could compete with the eternal Holy Lord?

The indestructible cornerstone of faith was being shaken and shattered, and the non-mortal eyes on the black iron mask worn by the head adjudicator closed uncontrollably.

The King’s eyes also closed.

Then the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes again.

The holy hymn in the air were neatly cut off by invisible authority, the wind raged unrestrainedly, mixed with such a broad expanse of noise. Hundreds of millions of wrongly departed were screaming, hundreds of millions of bones were screaming, the voices were domineering and violent as they gushed forth, as if the gate of hell suddenly opened a gap, and the spiteful resentment that had been accumulated for thousands of years could finally sweep forth like a tidal wave.

The head adjudicator backed away frantically, his back hitting the angel statue in the church.

“Hell…..impossible! Hell is dead! Already dead!”

Clearly no one had made a move, but the head adjudicator seemed to have seen the scariest and most unbelievable thing, and the rules that constituted the God’s Attendant on him began to collapse. He seemed to be bellowing, but also wailing.

The King’s pupils reflected everything.

His eyes were the ice on the long rivers in winter, ruthless and indifferent.

Similarly, it should not be the gaze that human beings should have.

The sound of the wind rushed like a tide.

“Go to hell.”

The world collapsed suddenly, fire and black mist swept through everything, countless pale hands stretched out from the twisted gaps, and firmly grasped the black-robed God’s Attendant. Hell cracked its mouth open and swallowed everything greedily.

The statues of angels collapsed, colorful glass shattered and fell from overhead, and large chunks of rock came crumbling down. The flames were engulfed with black mist, as if two poisonous snakes of different colors were intertwined, chaining the bones and dead souls within themselves. This scene was really like a true theater stage being burned down.

The King with the bone ring stood in the center of the stage.

The black and red world was imprinted on his ice-blue pupils, solidifying into an ancient image.

………

The Holy Court.

In that secret dark iron building.

The silent astrologers vomited out big mouthfuls of blood. They sat slumped on the ground, and the crystal balls in front of them cracked and shattered. The blood of the holy pool in the middle of the hall roiled, and the next moment, the silver crosses floating above it shot out one by one, like swords out of control, nailing into the surrounding walls with loud sounds.

The astrologers got up from the ground and were horrified to see the adjudicators in black robes falling back one by one.

The masks on their faces automatically slipped off and fell to the ground.

Under the masks, were faces that had lost any breath of life.

What happened?

The astrologers looked at each other.

………

The moonlight was bright and clean.

The King opened his eyes, rolled over and sat up from the bed.

He panted slightly, raised his hand and pressed his aching head. An inexplicable emotion remained in his heart, both like anger as well as cold indifference.

He seemed to have had a long nightmare once again.

He always dreamt.

In the original world, he always had nightmares one after another. When he woke up, he would forget what he had done in the dream. Only a kind of weakness and rage remained, as if he was reminding himself of something he must remember. But what were those dreams?

The King did not know.

After coming to Legrand, he hadn’t had that kind of dream for a long time.

He pressed his forehead and breathed calmly.

After a long time, the King let go.

Suddenly, he realized what was different from before he fell asleep.

The King lowered his head.

In the cold moonlight, a bone ring was quietly worn on his finger.

——That was not a dream.

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Koszoya.

The ghost ship led by Charles docked quietly in the night. They had returned with heavy news.

In this short time of getting along, General Sheehan already had to restrain his desire to draw his sword many times. Now he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly rushed to meet the rumored Walway’s reliable first mate, Charles.

After Charles clearly and methodically relayed the outbreak of the Black Death on the other side of the Abyss Strait, General Sheehan was at the same time worried about the Black Death and involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief——thankfully, it was not necessary to continue working with the pirate captain again.

Just as this thought flashed through General Sheehan’s mind, the door was knocked open with a “bang”.

Bringing with him a strong scent of alcohol, Captain Hawkins swaggered into the room like he was dancing while shaking his cowhide hip flask at the same time.

“Hic——hey! Good fellow! Are you trying to exclude me?!”

Captain Hawkins slapped his hand on the sea map on the top of the desk.

General Sheehan’s head started to hurt again, and he subconsciously touched the sword at his waist.

Only to touch emptiness.

He was shocked, and the cold sweat came out almost immediately. General Sheehan was never without his sword. This was the basic professionalism of being a general.

“Hi, hi, are you looking for this? My good Mr. General.”

Captain Hawkins said cheerfully, and he raised his hand.

General Sheehan’s pupils dilated slightly when he saw Captain Hawkins lazily swaying a sword, which just happened to be his own. When was the sword silently taken away by the other?

Charles was not surprised by this. He rubbed his forehead which had a headache building: “What do you want now? Let me clarify first, this is a special period. I won’t go to the tavern with you to help you pay for the alcohol.”

The tone was rather weak and exasperated.

“My dear Charles! Why are you like that old bastard William? It hurts my heart too much! Isn’t the wise and great Captain Hawkins unable to pay for alcohol?” Captain Hawkins exclaimed angrily.

The expressions of Charles and Sheehan were unexpectedly the same, the expressions in thwir eyes conveying the same meaning:

Oh, really?

Captain Hawkins coughed: “Okay, okay, Mr. Romantic Knight, Mr. Stuffy Professor, have our mates get busy.”

He removed his hand from the table.

A crumpled letter was revealed underneath.

Charles picked it up and took a look.

“Some little mice need us to clean them up.”

Captain Hawkins said cheerfully.

When Captain Hawkins brought a letter from an overseas spy to speak with General Sheehan and Charles, at the same time, near the port of Koszoya.

The door of an ordinary fisherman’s house near the port was opened.

The sea breeze poured in, blowing away the smell of blood inside.

In the room, a locally dressed “fisherman” had fallen on the ground, blood gurgling from his throat. The room was dim, and only a slight cold light flickered.

That was a slender blade with a graceful arc.

Held in one hand that was as white as winter snow.

It was a woman’s hand.

In the age of knights and swords, blood and war seemed to be taken for granted as equated with men, and few people associated women with swords. But the hand holding the curved sword gave people the feeling that she should be holding a blade, the blood contributing to her extraordinary beauty.

Eleanor.

Legrand’s former warrior queen.

Holding the blade, she stepped over the corpse on the ground and walked to the door. Facing the night tide of the sea, the sea breeze blew back her black hair. The Queen Mother Eleanor lowered her head, looked at the sword in her hand, turning it slightly. The light of the blade reflected in her dark green eyes.

It was an overseas spy who was killed by her.

Secret agents from overseas.

This was nothing rare or uncommon. In fact, every country would send many people to act in this kind of role, and Legrand was no exception. This was the case between countries, everything was based on interests, and there was no righteousness to speak of at all.

In the end, Eleanor did not stay in the palace for long.

She also knew the details about the Black Death. After this period of recuperation, Eleanor left the palace and came to the core of the southeast coastal ports, Koszoya.

During the time when William III was on the expedition, the queen who was the regent ruler of the country for her husband was very clear about what it meant to blockade the sea and how many special roles there would be concealed in places like ports. So she came to the harbour to be a sentinel just as she used to in the palace, guarding her child in the shadows.

She stood alone on the beach, like a murderous iron pike.

This iron pike had been polished day and night for the past more than ten years, just to drink the blood of the enemy.

Eleanor’s fingers flicked the arc sword, and the blade vibrated and gave a simple melody.

It was the melody played by Legrand’s young king plucking at the strings of an instrument when a 17-year-old Eleanor and a 21-year-old William met. The young queen met the young monarch in the autumn when the red leaves were like fire. The queen’s long dress was boldly beautiful and bright, and the monarch’s back was as straight as a sword.

The most romantic encounter, love sprouting in the midst of blood and fire.

That was the young Eleanor and the young William.

They made a pact that one day, Legrand would be strong and prosperous.

On the throne and under the glory, they were the only ones standing side by side.

Thrum——

The blade screeched, the Queen Mother had flicked too hard for the last time, and the blade trembled endlessly, breaking the original harmonious melody.

The memories came to an abrupt end.

Eleanor held the handle tightly, the joints of her fingers turning white.

The secret letter from the King had arrived, and the customs would officially implement the blockade in three days. The plague was breaking out on the land on the other side.

How much effort must a mortal go to in order to gain freedom?

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If killing an evil dragon was not enough, then killing God too, would that be enough?

They were dragon killers, and they were the wrath of mortals.

The Queen Mother pushed the sword back into the sheath, and she turned and walked into the darkness.

Behind her, the crashing waves sounded like angry bellows.

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Thousands of sharp swords, fused with the legendary fire used by the Holy Lord to prevent humans from entering the Holy Garden. The crimson fire was as bright and deep as another kind of blood. The sword wrapped in bloody fire was the will of the gods, and even the air was trembling. When those swords fell, they carried with them the roaring wind.

Their only purpose was to nail the traitors and heretics on the point of the swords like one would do with a poisonous snake.

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The blood was heavy and sticky, and the King’s pupils gradually spread to cover the whole eye.

He was to have his throat and veins cut, and be crucified like a criminal.

Suddenly, there was a sharp screeching in the sky.

“Retract your claws, puppets!”

The icy voice sounded along with the strong wind.

Black mist poured out from the King’s body, and countless delicate black butterflies fluttered from the black mist. They were no longer carrying wind blades, but were themselves turned into extremely sharp black blades. These blades were meant to drink blood. The black butterflies hovered, flying upwards and all around.

The whole sky was filled with the kind of cold, screeching sound of metal rubbing metal that was brought by the flapping of their wings. This sound was like a knife, cutting through the sacred song that echoed in the majestic ground of the church.

This was a howling from hell.

Violent, crazy, molten anger.

The black-clothed priests had to raise their hands, and the fiery swords they were holding were forced to retract and stand in front of them. The crimson fire turned into a barrier, firmly protecting themselves in it. The black butterflies flew at the crimson fire, making the sound of metal colliding onto metal, and then were ignited by the crimson fire.

The black butterflies circled and rushed continuously, and the black priests backed away with light fluttering movements.

The splashing sound of water sounded.

The Devil stood in the pool of blood, stretched out his arms and brought the King out of the thick blood. He leaped slightly, breaking free of the blood to stand on the cold high platform.

The blood in the holy pool rolled down from the black formal attire on the Devil’s body, continuously burning it through and leaving large and small scorches, but the black mist quickly made the attire brand new again. The blood dripped to the ground, and the thick black mist was instantly cleared out, only for the empty spaces to be shrouded in new black mist.

The Devil held the King and looked up at the priests in black who were entrenched in the surrounding area like shadows.

There were no more smiles on his face.

The Holy Court activated the stigma exerted on the King, which was planted in the coronation ceremony more than ten years ago. Hidden deep in the soul of the King, they avoided the “laws” and dragged the King into his own sea of ​​consciousness.

This murder would be silent and undetected.

People would only see the King’s unharmed corpse in the King’s bedroom, and they would only think that he naturally stopped breathing in his sleep.

This was one of the reasons why the Pope did not hesitate to cross the Abyss Strait in person to baptize the King.

If it were not for the King and the Devil signing a contract, then no one would be able to save the King tonight!

The soul of the King would be cut to pieces by thousands of fiery swords.

The smile that hung on the face of the Devil like a mask was finally shattered into nothingness at this time, and his true face emerged from behind the mask——he was a black blade that had already been soaked in blood.

Such a sticky, terrible bloody aura swept out of him.

He was truly infuriated this time.

There was no warmth in those black pupils. The Devil usef his pale hands that were still dripping blood to hold the King firmly in his arms. This was a gesture of possession. This was a soul that belonged only to him and was absolutely forbidden to be coveted by others. He held the King with one hand, giving off the feeling of a monster guarding a unique gem.

The blood from the holy pool kept dripping from the hands of the Devil, and he drew the long sword from the void that was used to kill the Lord of “greed and ill-gotten wealth”.

The moment the long sword was drawn out, the black-clothed priests also acted.

The head adjudicator with the black iron mask backed lightly with the golden eagle-billed bottle, while the black priests with pale masks turned into shadows one after another. They held fiery swords and attacked like demons from all directions.

Like poisonous snakes, like ghosts.

They chanted the ancient hymns in a low voice. The hymns were not written in human language, and the sounds they made were so ethereal that they did not seem to have come from the vocal cords.

The Devil pressed the King so hard into his embrace, as if it was not himself who was burned with the remnant crimson blood from the holy pool on the King’s body. He held the sword in one hand, and carried the King in the other, but he was just as fast and nimble as those black priests——the same swiftness and the same fantasticalness.

The pale dragon bone longsword collided with the fiery swords of the adjudicators in mid-air.

Long, frightening sounds kept ringing in the air.

The adjudicators seemed to have no sense of pain, no emotions, no consciousness of their own, and they didn’t care whether the Devil’s sword would fall on them. They just frantically and at all cost attacked the King who was guarded by the Devil.

But it was the Devil who was more unscrupulous than them.

His hands holding the hilt of the sword were so pale, so pale that it seemed no amount of blood could stain it red.

He was born cold and ruthless, and when he held the sword, it was to send the sword into the heart of the enemy. He was sin and massacre itself. The Devil’s movements were as precise and smooth as a song. When the blade cut into flesh and blood, it would make a fine rubbing sound, like the musical notes of the song. The sharp sound of the sword cutting into bones was the sudden high pitch, while the bloody flowers that sprayed in the air were the unrestrained and frantic chorus.

The black-clothed priests had their throats cut open, their heads chopped off, their bodies split in half.

They shattered in the air and turned into scarlet fires.

The weird thing was that their masks also shattered in the air the same moment they died. Under the masks were icy and pale faces, and each face seemed to be a recarving of an angelic statue.

Aside from the Pope, these black priests were the ones closest to the gods.

Or, they perhaps really couldn’t be called people because——

They were God’s Attendants!

God’s Attendants were inextinguishable.

When a God’s Attendant was cut open by the Devil, they would turn into red flames and scatter on the ground under the high platform like meteors. Then a new black priest would walk out of the fire.

But as the Devil became faster and faster in reaping them, the speed of the resurrection of the God’s Attendants became slower and slower.

The Devil’s dragon bone sword seemed to be awakened by this long-forgotten blood bath, and the vague, dull roaring of an ancient creature sounded in the sword. He held the sword like he was holding a ferocious dragon.

The evil dragon opened its eyes on the sword and let out a low roar that spanned a thousand years.

All the God’s Attendants who were currently resurrecting and not yet resurrected stopped in mid-air, as if there were invisible waves oscillating in the air. They were shaken apart and  in the waves——except for one person!

The adjudicator with a black iron mask who had retreated to the distance from the beginning of the battle.

A pair of white eyes suddenly appeared on the black iron mask, and those eyes suddenly opened. The moment they opened, the hymn that was interrupted by the Devil once again reverberated solemnly throughout the St. Wyth Cathedral. In the internal space, on the four walls of the church, all the painted angels seemed to be resurrected in an instant.

The angels on the mural spread their wings, and their white feathers fluttered down from mid-air.

——A murderous holy miracle.

The angels sang and played songs, and their pure holy feathers flapped, suppressing the thick black mist brought by the Devil.

This was the King’s consciousness. When the Holy Court used the stigma to control this place, they replaced the King’s will and turned the entire consciousness into a dwelling for the gods. Holy miracles were everywhere here, forcing and compelling at the Devil from hell.

“Wake up!”

The head adjudicator sternly shouted.

His voice carried with it ancient revelations, summoning something.

The King, who was embraced by the Devil and had his eyes closed the whole time, at this moment with the falling of the head adjudicator’s voice, he suddenly opened his eyes.

——Icy cold, silver eyes.

It was exactly the same as the eyes on the black iron mask worn by the head adjudicator.

The iconic ice blue of the Rose family was replaced by this bizarre pure white, and a bright and holy flame was burning in the depths of the King’s pupils.

Countless white flames gushed out from the King’s chest, center of back, shoulders, elbows and palms——all the places where the holy anoint was applied during the baptism ceremony. In the Konosen Forest, it was this sacred flame that suddenly ignited, preventing the Devil from taking the King to hell.

Now, this holy fire was also used to stop the Devil.

It was used to prevent the Devil from coming to save the King.

Behind the smiling angels were often hideous evil spirits.

The golden eagle-billed bottle in the hands of the head adjudicator was currently melting, dripping downwards, and remelting into a holy sword. Behind the mask, he stared at the King, chanting the holy words of the King’s coronation ceremony and baptism.

He was waiting for the opportunity.

The monarchs of the world were the “representatives” of the Holy Lord, and they were the actors of the real anointed person on the earth. The eternal great Holy Lord and his representatives in the world corresponded with each other. The moment the mortal monarch was baptized and consecrated, the power of the Holy Spirit would descend on him. At that moment, his image was truly changed and he became a true king.

Becoming the influence of the eternal one on the earth.

Therefore, the sacred fire ignited from the King was far superior than the fiery sword against the power from hell.

That was the power that could really hurt the ancient Devil!

The blood from the holy pool could not really hurt the overly powerful Devil, but the blood was only used to draw out the power of the Holy Spirit concealed in the King’s soul.

The Devil held the King in his arms, and the holy flame swept over him almost instantly.

At this moment, the head adjudicator suddenly moved. Holding the golden holy sword, he leaned over slightly and charged over.

The golden holy sword flashed in mid-air, bringing up sticky black blood.

The head adjudicator’s sword failed.

The Devil held the longsword in front of him and quickly backed away. The sacred fire was still burning, but the Devil did not let go of the King as the head adjudicator thought. He tightly embraced the King in his arms.

This was a greedy, crazy monster.

His treasure belonged only to him.

Regardless of heaven, the gods, or holy flames, none should even try to steal it from him.

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“You should wake up.”

The Devil lowered his head slightly, and his voice was steady, as if he was not being burned by the sacred fire, as if the fire was not the same as the one that forced him to draw his hands away quickly back in the Konosen Forest.

He put something on the King’s hand.

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The King received his cousin, General Johan.

The redemption of General Johan was really full of twists and turns. First, the noble inheritance tax was collected, and then the Rose Crisis interrupted the collection of money. Then when the civil strife was settled, and the nobles handed over their money, the Five Port Alliance’s resistance broke out. During the resistance movement, the Bressi Expeditionary Army also tried to take advantage.

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From September to the end of winter, the general who was closely related to the King was finally able to return to the capital Metzl.

The return of General Johan was very low-key.

After careful consideration, the King chose a time when the Duke of Buckingham would not be in the Rose Palace to let General Johan come see him.

General Johan was eight years older than the King. When he first became a knight, he was thrown on the battlefield by the Duke of Buckingham. He did not become a general by relying on his honorable status. He became a general by relying on his military exploits. General Johan’s silvery blonde hair, which was the symbol of the Rose family, appeared a little unruly in its tied back hairstyle, which made him look like a young lion.

“Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty.”

Now this young lion was quite depressed. He knelt down in front of the King and spoke with a low voice.

“My breach of responsibility brought disaster to Legrand, please punish me.”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to the ground.

“You indeed failed to carry out your duty.”

The King’s voice came from above, accompanied by the sound of careless turning of the pages of a book.

General Johan did not defend himself at all, and the guilt almost overwhelmed the young general.

“Twenty thousand pounds.” The King chuckled lowly. “The loss caused by your failure is as high as twenty thousand pounds. Is the price high enough?”

“I have failed your trust.”

General Johan answered in pain.

With a “slam”, the book in the King’s hand was closed heavily by him, and the gentle and soft voice suddenly became cold and sharp.

“Do you think 20,000 pounds is high enough? No, it’s far more than that.”

“I ask you to deprive me of all titles, but please allow me to continue to serve you. Your Majesty.”

General Johan answered in a low voice.

“Do you think this is enough?”

The King’s voice was filled with anger.

He put down the book, stood up, and walked to General Johan’s side.

“You almost made an old man lose the continuity of his life, his beloved son, you almost made a king lose his powerful general, you almost made Legrand lose its indestructible barrier, and you almost made a person who originally did not have all that many people who can be trusted to lose his respected brother.”

General Johan suddenly raised his head and looked at the King in a daze.

The King squatted down in front of him, with his hands on his knees, his icy blue eyes filled with anger: “Now, you tell me, do you think that your mistake is enough for 20,000 pounds?”

General Johan looked at him blankly.

The King stretched out his hand.

He immediately held the King’s hand tightly. The poor general probably blamed Legrand’s unrest during this period on his defeat, and his guilt almost overwhelmed him. He held the King’s hand tightly, unable to say anything for a while.

If the soldiers under General Johan saw him like this, they would likely be too surprised to speak.

The King sighed in his heart.

He already learned about General Johan’s behavior during this period of time from other defeated and captured prisoners of war who were released together. After being captured, the Bressi Expeditionary Army had to spend a lot of effort on how to prevent General Johan from committing suicide.

Before Johan even arrived at the palace, the King had been thinking about how to handle today’s meeting for a long time.

“You made me have no choice but to choose a gentleman who wanted to kill me before as my general. This is your fault.”

The King said softly.

He stretched out his hand, and gave his cousin a light hug, just like the Duke of Buckingham had embraced him.

“You must repay me with a stronger army. This is what you should do.”

“I will, I will, Your Majesty.”

General Johan repeated hurriedly, his sky blue eyes were wet, as if washed by rain.

The King felt momentarily awkward. He released him and returned to his seat: “Now, please tell me about the Battle of Bouvin. Even if you have doubts about yourself, please don’t doubt the teachings of your uncle these many years. I don’t believe your failure is so simple.”

The King pointed to another chair next to him and motioned to General Johan to take a seat.

Mentioning the Battle of Bouvin, General Johan’s eyes became clouded over. Obviously during this time, he had also been thinking about that battle again and again.

“Someone betrayed us.” He said in a low voice, “But this is not the most important point…..I wonder how they foresaw my actions.”

This doubt seemed to have troubled General Johan for a long time.

The timing of the arrival of the Bressi Expeditionary Army was too good. It was after Legrand had just experienced rebellion in two places. The Duke of Buckingham originally wanted to lead the troops himself, but due to the domestic situation, he had to stay behind.

After General Johan arrived on the battle line, he deployed tight defensive measures.

There were three lines of defense, and the Moon River Fortress was on the last one. General Johan himself was facing the first front of the Bressi Expeditionary Force and he did not blindly defend. Before the Bressi Expeditionary Army had a firm foothold, he sent two teams, one going north along the Doma River and attacking the Bressi Expeditionary Army stationed in Cassien. They attacked the port where the Bressi Expeditionary Army landed, trying to cut off their supply lines.

The front-line army of Cassien won a lot of victories, which prevented the Bressi Expeditionary Army from directly launching an offensive for a while. The attack on the port was not successful, but it also played a harassing effect.

Early in the battle everything was very smooth. The Bressi Expeditionary Army was dragged into the quagmire of long-term siege on the castle. General Johan believed that as they had to cross the sea to fight, it was more difficult to withstand the huge expenses and consumption than it was on his side. The King’s victory in the later negotiations also confirmed this point.

However, in the battle of defending the city, betrayal appeared.

The guards of an important castle put down the suspension bridge, and the commander of the Bressi Expedition Army drove in and took General Johan by surprise.

In such critical situations, he made the quickest response and retreated with the core army.

The incident in the first castle made General Johan realize that there were traitors in his army, and there might also be problems in the following castles. After a short judgment, General Johan made a decision——”Offense instead of defense.”

He retreated with the army. Halfway through the march, he suddenly led the army to turn around and make a surprise attack on the rear wing of the Bressi Expeditionary Army. This decision was made in the moment by himself under the circumstances at the time, and there was absolutely no possibility of leaks.

——But he encountered an ambush and was only able to escape after a difficult fight.

General Johan knew his opponent, and the leader of the Bressi Expeditionary Army was a general who focused on stability. After he seized the castle, it was impossible for him to divide his forces to intercept his halfway.

After that, in several other key operations, the enemy made precautions in advance.

How did they do that?

General Johan almost questioned his commanding ability.

“I understand what’s going on.”

After listening to General Johan’s statement, the King’s eyes darkened.

“Please do not feel guilty, this is not your fault.”

General Johan looked at him in puzzlement.

The King did not directly explain his meaning. He seemed to be thinking about something before he spoke: “Now, I have an order for you.”

“Please give your instructions.”

“Go and see my uncle, this is an order.”

The King smiled slightly.

………………

After General Johan left, the line of the King’s lips suddenly became straight and extremely cold.

He had a guess.

Making speculation on the enemy’s actions on the battlefield was indeed something that generals did, but the King believed in the ability of General Johan, and he also sensed something particular from those “coincidences.”

If the course of action was not leaked, but the enemy still became aware of it early on, then this kind of “prejudgment” could only be linked to one thing——foresight.

The King thought of the man he saw during the negotiations at the Moon River Fortress, the young astrologer standing next to the General of Bressi.

Allowing a young astrologer to be involved in a war, and the status of the astrologer also appeared to be very high. Why? Because this astrologer, who was easily overlooked, was likely to play an important role in the battle——such as the divination of the enemy’s actions.

The power that did not belong to human beings secretly interfered with the direction of the war.

If this was the case, then there was another hidden shadow behind the Battle of Bouvin——the Holy Court.

Almost all astrologers today were under the control of the Holy Court.

The King leaned back in his chair and began to ponder.

He once asked the Devil whether these non-human forces would directly participate in human wars, and he received a negative answer. The Devil once mentioned “the damn knife over the head” which meant that there was a certain restriction.

Then how should the astrologer at the Battle of Bouvin be explained?

Although the Devil was always full of lies, the information obtained by the King through the former commander of the Knights Templar during this period confirmed that there was indeed a “law” restricting them.

If astrologers were truly able to participate in the war unscrupulously, then other non-human forces would also join——and judging from the history of Legrand and the history of other countries, this was undoubtedly impossible.

Then there was only one explanation:

Through some means, the Holy Court bypassed the “law” and indirectly intervened in the war.

The King must know, what kind of price was required of such a method? This was related to the following war, whether the King would face an enemy who could always predict his actions indefinitely.

He summoned Mr. Astrologer from the Lunatic Academy of Sciences.

After listening to the King’s question, Mr. Astrologer showed a look of astonishment: “Which astrologers are willing to lose their lives like this?”

The King got his answer.

The divination of astrologers was often vague and unclear. If one wanted to achieve such accurate divination, one must be assisted with some special items, and needed to gather the power of many powerful astrologers to make the divination clear. All the abilities of these astrologers would then be transferred to one specific astrologer.

The cost of this ability was so huge that it was unimaginable.

What was more important was the “punishment” that would follow.

Regarding what was the “punishment” the astrologers had to face, Mr. Astrologer’s words were vague due to the existence of certain restrictions, but they still clearly informed the King——once this was done, all participating astrologers would definitely die.

After Mr. Astrologer left, the King raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

He had a headache, which had been getting worse these days.

He frowned, thinking of the “sacred objects” that the Ross family wanted to use as a bargaining chip with the Holy Court——the Holy Court was collecting holy objects, whether those holy objects were special items needed for this kind of divination, and if so…..

The King’s expression became serious.

The Holy Court, maybe wanted to——

Start a war.

…………………………

Koszoya.

The pirate ship flying the Royal Rose flag sailed along the coast.

Although there was now money, ships could not be built so quickly. Therefore, the King’s fleet was now composed of 40% of the original royal fleet and 40% of pirate ships. The remaining 20% ​​were the remnant ships of the Five Port Alliance that had been confiscated as well as the purchase of some armed merchant ships.

At the beginning, people along the coast and various ports were a little worried, for fear that the pirate ships flying the royal flag would return to their old businesses and blatantly rob people.

However, they soon discovered that the pirates did not abandon their old business, it was just that they were no longer the targets of the robbery.

——But instead the targets were Bressi’s merchant ships and some merchant ships of Florenia.

Legrand had a feud with the former, while the latter…..well, don’t forget that today’s merchant ships were also often engaged in some less than glorious piracy activities. So long as the pirates didn’t attack Legrand’s ships, it didn’t matter who they robbed.

And because of the hostility towards the Bressians, people were quite happy to see those Bressi ships suffer. The figures of Walway pirates thus became active in various ports.

——Who would like to live on the sea if one could drink and have fun?

Because of their openness and generosity, as well as their knowledge of maritime legends, the Walway pirates actually won the support of some young people. The older parents now had to worry about how to stop their own stinky boys from running away with the carefree pirates…..

For this, the King won a…..um…..not so commendable title:

Pirate Monarch.

However, it seemed that the “tyrant” used to describe the King before seemed to also not be a good word?

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“Pirate Monarch?”

The drunk man with a black hat and a scar on his face raised his beer with one hand and pulled a guy with a bitter face with his other hand. He smiled disdainfully and slapped the table.

“He didn’t even set foot on a pirate ship, what pirate monarch…..Bah, he didn’t even get on a pirate ship, back then…..that bastard, William…..”

The voice of Hawkins, captain of the Walway pirates and admiral of the Royal Fleet, became lower and lower.

With a grunt, he climbed onto the table and lay on it, his arms hanging over the other side of the table.

The Walway sailor who was pulled by him took out his wallet with a pained expression on his face.

——After knowing that the captain became admiral, the pirates gathered on the ship and cheered all night, celebrating that they finally got rid of this crazy and unreliable captain. Even the ghost ships seemed very energetic at the time.

However, after waking up from a hangover the next day.

As soon as they woke up, they were met with a bright smiling face:

“Hey! You actually held such a big party to welcome me. I’m really——so——touched——!”

No! ! No one welcomes you back!

The past was too unbearable to recall.

The pitiful pirate paid the money and dragged Captain Hawkins, who was holding a bottle, along with difficulty. In order to prevent the embarrassment, he pulled off his headscarf and carefully covered his face tightly.

General Sheehan, with an aura of righteousness, pressed the hilt of his sword at his waist so hard the blue veins on the back of his hand jumped out.

Standing at the door, he silently looked at Captain Hawkins, who was dragged by the masked pirate, and felt that his tolerance level was rising in a straight line.

This was his colleague on this mission?

This was the person who would be responsible for the blockade with him?

General Sheehan felt the heavy, depressing, and tragic atmosphere that had been shrouding him on the way before, now instantly shatter into a bunch of cackling crows, cackling and flying away above his head.

General Sheehan took a deep breath and walked in.

He was just about to speak.

Captain Hawkins, who was being pulled by the leg by the sailor, turned over and opened his mouth, letting out an alcohol scented burp directly on General Sheehan’s face, interrupting any self-introduction he was about to make.

General Sheehan:…..

Seriously, could he draw his sword and cut this guy?

An ominous premonition came over him——

The task this time seemed like it would unfold in an abnormal way.

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When the Rose Banner of the Legrand royal family was flying out on the sea, at the Holy Court.

In the magnificent castle of the Holy Court.

The night was deep, and a group of people shrouded in black robes walked in the shadow of the holy light. Their dark robes were uniformly embroidered with blood red and white cross patterns, and a sword was also embroidered on each of their sleeves.

A sword entwined with raging fire.

This announced the identities of these people, and they were the “adjudicators” of the Holy Court.

These people were the other face of the Holy Court.

The Holy Court advocated the “Truce of the Holy Lord” and also said, “Don’t think that I came to call peace on the earth; I did not come to call peace on the earth, but to call the use of swords and soldiers on the earth.”——They were the sword that was tasked with purging all heretics who violated the will of the Holy Lord.

They were the swordsmen of the Holy Court.

The adjudicators quietly walked into a dark iron building.

Another group of silent astrologers gathered here. They sat in every corner of the room, facing a huge crystal ball, their eyes closed. In the middle of the hall, there was a deep pool——it was modeled on the Holy Pond where Clovis stood when he was baptized.

Right now, the pool was full of blood.

“Begin.”

The adjudicators scattered around the Holy Pond. They put the silver crosses into the blood and then sat down around the Holy Pond.

They were implementing the order signed and approved by the Pope and the Cardinal:

A top secret cleansing.

“Holy, holy.” The head of the adjudicators muttered in a deep voice, made a cut in his hand, and let bloody trails fall from his fingertips into the Holy Pond like snakes.

The water in the pool began to bubble.

Not far from the Holy Pond, on a platform with exquisite reliefs, the golden eagle-billed sacred oil bottle shone brilliantly under the flickering light of the fire.

“Holy, holy!”

All the adjudicators spoke in unison, also making a cut on their hands.

The silver crosses in the blood floated up to the surface one after another, standing upright, like a sword slashing downwards.

………………

The Rose Palace. The night was deep.

The King had already rested.

The guards of the palace performed their duties, and the chief of the guards patrolled past the King’s rooms and found nothing unusual.

The King had his eyes closed, and it was not known how long he slept, when suddenly he found himself in the St. Wyth Cathedral.

Was he dreaming?

There were many people in St. Wyth Cathedral, wearing thick black robes, holding crosses and holy books in their hands. Each of them had their heads lowered, and dazzling light fell from the windows on the ribbed vaulting ceilings, the rays of light so white that it made people feel uncomfortable in their hearts.

The King was standing on the red carpet and at the door of St. Wyth Cathedral. He looked at these black-robed priests and felt his head hurt again.

And it began to hurt more and more.

The feeling of thousands of knives cutting him up swept over him again, stronger than ever before, from the inside out. The King involuntarily raised his hand and pressed it against his head firmly——he felt as if his soul was being torn apart.

This pain was familiar but also unfamiliar.

It was as if he had really experienced his soul being torn before.

He gritted his teeth hard to prevent himself from kneeling on the ground due to the sudden burst of pain, and his consciousness gradually faded. When he was awake again, he found himself in the middle of the St. Wyth Cathedral——on the high platform.

The high platform was somewhat similar to the altar where the Grand Duke Grice held his coronation ceremony, but it was not the same.

He was drowning in a pool of blood, and those who were covered in black robes had come to the high platform from the choir and surrounded him. They raised their hands, their sleeves etched with fire and swords, and they all wore pale masks on their faces——except for one.

That person wore a black iron mask on his face.

The person wearing the black iron mask was holding a golden eagle-billed bottle in his hands, and gurgling blood poured out of the eagle’s beak and onto the King’s head.

They were here to kill him!

——This thought appeared in a flash.

The King instinctively wanted to break free from the Holy Pond, but the blood was wrapped around him, and he involuntarily felt that his consciousness was being split apart little by little. The pain gushing from the depths of the soul, the knife-like headaches, converged with the blood pouring from mid-air at this moment.

There was a buzzing sound in his ears.

A premonition.

If he died in this weird dream——if it was a dream——then he would truly be dead!

They, they were here to kill him!

Familiar feelings overlapped, everyone wanted him to die…..Those people, the people who were surrounding him at this moment! They had been entwining themselves around him like shadows for more than ten years, just to make him die completely!

It was these people!

The anger was intertwined with the feeling of having his soul tear and shatter, and the King tried hard to lift his hand from the water.

——Those royal family members who survived with gritted their teeth roared past in his mind.

He didn’t want to die!

“Holy, holy! Sword of Ten Thousand Armies!”

The man holding the golden eagle-billed bottle chanted in a deep voice.

“Holy, holy! Sword of Ten Thousand Armies!”

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The other people in black robes stretched out their hands, and the fire on their sleeves burst into flames, and they each grabbed a long sword out from the fire.

The King was surrounded by blood, his pupils reflecting the long swords slashing down towards him.

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It was foggy out at sea today.

The outline of the mast gradually emerged in the fog. The first ship approached the reef, and then three more ships sailed out of the darkness.

The anchor was dropped.

The ship stopped some distance from the coast and had no plans to dock. Charles, with a professorial temperament, appeared at the bow of the ship. With him was a witch wearing a peaked cap and had a crow on her shoulder.

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“Is this distance enough?”

Charles asked the witch.

After being “pardoned” by the King, the envoy ship from hell that originally cursed them now became a new addition to the Walway pirates’ ghost ships. Charles took a group of Walway pirate elites, and sailed a ghost ship across the Abyss Strait to explore for the King.

In order to avoid being spotted by the ships of Bressi and the Holy Court, they only sailed at night. After arriving at the east side of the Abyss Strait, they continued to advance southeast, bypassing the Gulf of Noginia and boldly entering the Hopeless sea which was under the great influence of the Holy Court.

At this time they were in the waters of the Kingdom of Ayr, which was at the junction of the mainland.

According to the calculation of the witch during this period, if the Black Death really broke out, here in the east would be its source.

The sea breeze lifted the witch’s hood. Under the hood was a face with profound facial features. She had dark purple swept across the ends of her eyes, which contrasted with abnormally pale skin. The witch put on a pair of thick glasses and looked towards the city that faintly appeared in her field of vision for a moment, before nodding.

“Let’s begin.”

Charles had a feeling in his heart.

The place they chose was relatively concealed, and they could see the faint outline of that side of the port——which was very quiet, with boats moored and no moving figures at all on the dock, as if they were all in deep sleep.

The witch raised her hand.

The crow fluttered its wings and flew up.

Her dark green pupils enlarged slightly, connecting the crow’s eyes with her own.

The sea breeze was blowing, and the crow circled high in the air twice. After determining the direction, it flew towards the city of Florenia.

The city was dead silent, the church bells did not ring, and there was none of the noise that a city should have. Looking down from a high altitude, scattered figures stumbling towards the mountains and plains could be seen. Some of these running people just fell to the ground and couldn’t get up anymore.

The crow lowered the altitude of its flight.

The dark red eyes reflected a cemetery not far from the city——if it could be called a cemetery——many trenches were dug in the wilderness, and hundreds of corpses were piled up inside like goods. Some of these trenches were just thinly covered with a light layer of soil, but more corpses were directly exposed to the air.

There were also some hearses lying on the side, the dead bodies inside yet to be unloaded.

Because the undertaker did not have time to finish his work, having died next to his own hearse.

The crow flew into the city.

Many houses had their doors and windows wide open, and the owner of the house and any guests had either died or just died, with no one to carry their bodies away to be buried. Corpses were also lying out in the streets. Occasionally, a few hermit priests in the city of Florenia wearing dark robes and holding crosses praying over those terrible looking patients who were about to die.

The patients groaned in pain.

Some of them were covered with lumps as big as eggs, and some were covered with dense carbuncles. The patients shouted weakly while vomiting black blood. The priests, nuns and doctors in charge of taking care of the patients all looked bleak.

Some people begged the few pedestrians passing by to help bury the bodies.

The crow flew lower and listened clearly to what those people were saying.

“Help us send the corpse to the tomb!” They were almost crying, “If we die, someone will come to carry it!”[1]

The crow hovered and landed on the window of the newly deceased patient’s house. It tilted its head slightly. In the dimly lit room, a woman had just died. Her child was scratching at the lumps on her body and rolling on the ground painfully. Putrid breaths exhaled out of her mouth with the black blood.

The crow fluttered its wings and flew up again.

Just after flying a little bit, the crow suddenly fell straight down from mid-air.

It also died.

………

On board the ship.

The pupils of the witch suddenly regained their clarity.

“How was it?”

Charles asked immediately.

“The city is dead.” The witch replied concisely.

A huge gloom shrouded them, and Charles stared at the dead city not far away, letting out a sigh after a while.

“Return to sailing.”

He ordered.

Under the leadership of the hell envoy ship, the three ghost ships quietly retreated into the mist as they did when they came. And when they sailed out a certain distance, they came across a merchant ship with the sign of a certain chamber of commerce emblazoned on the sails in front of them.

The merchant ship had sailed out of the city port where the plague broke out, struggling to escape from this cursed place.

“Charles.” The witch stared at the ship with thick glasses, “That ship has been infected by the plague.”

Charles frowned slightly: “All?”

“Some people are still alive, very few, but they won’t be able to live long.” The witch stated.

A cold and terrifying meaning was revealed in those concise words.

“Give it a final sending off.”

Charles, the elegant pirate first mate, was silent for a moment before he made a decision.

There was no objection.

The trebuchet obtained from the Five Port Alliance was set up on the envoy ship, and the boulder whistled through the air and smashed into the desperately fleeing epidemic ship. The merchant ship was not big, and most of the sailors on it had died. The hell envoy ship and the ghost ships were some distance from it, but still sunk it easily.

The ship infected by the plague sank, and the sick, the corpses, and still alive struggling people were all swallowed by the sea.

Charles and the witch stood on the bow, watching this scene in silence.

Their hearts sank slowly.

The Black Death.

The great plague, the great disaster, had come.

………………

“…..The plague appeared in the eastern city of the Hopeless Inland Sea. When we arrived, there were already places that were turned into dead cities due to the plague. At present, the plague has not spread out quickly because the initial contact between these places and the outside world was not frequent, but it will be soon.

On the way back, we sank several epidemic ships. In order to avoid attracting attention, we could not do more.

………

The plague is spreading, and once it reaches the intersection of the Hopeless Inland Sea and the Abyss Strait, it will be the moment of the major outbreak……Griselda has already understood what the “flock of fish” in the prophecy refers to——that is the death that spreads from the Hopeless Inland Sea to the outside.

Your Majesty, may God bless Legrand.”

………

The King finished reading the letter that Charles sent back quickly from the sea by special means.

Charles had tried his best to write the letter calmly, but the pain and sorrow of the Black Death still involuntarily flowed out of his writing ——this was a disaster.

The King lightly rubbed his forehead, his head starting to ache again. Perhaps Charles’s somber tone had infected him.

Although the King had tried his best to think about what the Black Death could mean, there were some things that could only be seen in person in order to image its terrifying qualities.

“What are you worried about? My dear Majesty.”

The Devil’s cheerful voice sounded, and black mist flowed into the room. The Devil, wearing a black formal wear and a red rose tucked on the front of his coat, came out of the shadows.

“I feel your dissatisfaction with me…..How did I upset you?”

He stretched out his hand to press it against his chest, and bowed to the King in salutations.

“The Black Death has appeared.” The King’s eyes still rested on the letter paper in his hand, “Do you have any explanation for this? Mr. Devil who is full of lies.”

“My dear Majesty, you cannot condemn a knight who has done his duty for you in such a way.” The Devil was very calm, he smiled, “I have never deceived you, you see, isn’t the complete outbreak of the Black Death going to be in January?”

“You are really a brilliant artist of language, Mr. Devil.”

“Thank you for your praise?”

“So the solution you spoke of is to wait until the plague breaks out in Legrand in order to solve it, am I right?” The King passed over the issue about the time of the outbreak of the Black Death, and went straight to the crux of the matter.

“Ah…..” The Devil who was exposed spread his hands helplessly, “Why must you be so keen.”

“You are indeed a typical representative of hell. Should I put countless question marks on everything you say? Should I invite my former Commander of the Knight Templars again?” The King asked softly, “A knight like you is truly deserving of being the number one hell knight.”

“This is for your benefit, Your Majesty.”

The Devil retracted his smile slightly.

“I am afraid that the credibility of your words is worth less than a penny.”

“You have wronged me.” The Devil’s smile faded, and he walked closer to the King. “Aren’t you planning to close the customs? But do you think those selfish humans——those short-sighted ants would be grateful to you?”

He let out a cold laugh, laced through with undisguised sarcasm.

“Ah, my dear Majesty, you are willing to save their lives, but just look at them, they won’t appreciate your greatness…..What would they say? They would say! It’s all that violent tyrant of a king, he is responsible for my bankruptcy, making us impoverished and forcing us to starve to death!”

“Let me think about what else there will be. When you have blocked off all the ships, how many saints will there be——Aha! Saints!——who would jump out and accuse you of being coldblooded!…..You blocked the plague for them, but as long as they don’t see those deaths with their own eyes and stay behind the warm safety line from beginning to end, they may not be all that grateful to you.”

His voice was not as frivolous as it used to be, but rather mocking.

It seemed that there was a deep hatred hidden under his ridicule.

“How rare. Are you actually feeling angry about injustice?” The King caught the hatred for something hidden in the Devil’s words, but he couldn’t figure out where it came from. “This is rather incongruous to your usual image.”

“Your Majesty, how is there any incongruence?” The Devil said softly, and he knelt down on one knee in front of the King. “If you want, I am willing to do anything for you…..Who else is more loyal to you than me?”

No need for kindness, no need for a bottom line, no need for right or wrong, no need for any kind of reason…..

Apart from the Devil, who could serve you so insanely loyally?

Something flowed in the air, carrying the turbulent secrets in its undercurrent.

The King and the Devil looked at each other. The Devil had a mask-like smile on his face.

“That said, I still have to compliment you for your painstaking efforts?”

The King frowned and looked away.

“If you want to.” The cold hatred in the words just now seemed to be just an illusion, and the Devil’s tone lightened up again. He smiled, “Look, I’ve painstakingly thought it over for you…..in any case all the countries that are hostile to Legrand are harassed by the Black Death.”

“Everyone is dying, so wouldn’t it be more beneficial for you to let the Black Death break out in the southeast for a little bit?”

The Devil tried his best to convince his Majesty.

“It only needs to break out for a period of time, which not only prevents Legrand from attracting envy from other countries, but also allows you to do things you want to do next more smoothly. Isn’t that good?”

“What do I want to do next?”

The King asked back.

“Aren’t you trying to take back the power from those stupid nobles?” The Devil laughed and said sincerely, “Look, simply wait for the Black Death to take away some people, for the tenant serfs who are dominated by the manor lords to be even more powerful. And then with just a slight push from you, you can make those old fuddies forever disappear from Legrand’s stage.”

“Without the foundation of the manor, what do they have to make trouble for you?”

“You are so smart, naturally you would know the changes brought about by the reduction of manpower? How naturally and easily you can promote the emergence of new production systems, your ideas…..the big factory, steam engine, gunpowder, it will all be several times easier to realize in Legrand.”

“The old chambers of commerce in the Southeast will completely die out, but your Free Chamber of Commerce can be re-established and become a chamber of commerce that will completely control the ports. All ships will only fly your flag, and only your will shall be the direction that guides the ships. If you want, I am also willing to help in opening up your new trade routes.”

“At that time, from the Hopeless Inland Sea to the Abyss Strait, only your ships will be able to weave a net of power and commerce.”

“You see, all this is the benefit of this plague, and you just need to treat it as if you don’t know anything, let it erupt on the land for a few days, and then let me solve it for you.”

“Isn’t this the most advantageous option?”

The Devil was the most excellent persuader in the world.

He sketched out the shadows of the grand plan, peeked into the human heart all that it wanted to achieve and realize, and then put all the tempting interests on the table one by one.

The King clearly understood one thing.

Regarding the Black Death outbreak, the changes that would be brought about after the mass death of the population…..the benefits. The Devil did not lie, this was indeed the case.

“Hell is willing to serve your empire, my dear Majesty.”

The Devil was smiling.

“I do not need it.”

The King lowered his eyes and said slowly.

The smile on the face of the Devil faded.

The King’s icy blue eyes made contact with his own.

The Devil sighed in distress, “Why do you need to choose a thankless road of infamy? My dear Majesty.”

“Because I don’t need it.”

“You are too proud. The people of Legrand should be grateful that they have a King like you.” He stood up like he was making a compromise, and bent slightly. “Well then…..As you wish, the Black Death will not break out in the lands of Legrand.”

………………

General Sheehan and his first Iron Rose Cavalry were about to arrive in Koszoya.

He was terribly silent along the way, even feeling a little lost.

His subordinate followed him, not knowing what he was thinking, and could only alert him that they had arrived when Koszoya appeared in front of them.

General Sheehan raised his head and looked at the city that appeared in front of him with a complex expression.

This time, only a few people know the real purpose of the army’s arrival here, and General Sheehan was one of them.

Before departure, the Duke of Buckingham met him and told him the true purpose of the trip——he must assist in the blockade of the city. All those who obstructed the blockade of the sea were to be put to death regardless of their identity or reasons.

“I know that justice is above everything else in your heart.”

In the cold winter wind, the Duke of Buckingham sat face to face with him.

He deeply respected the old man who had guarded Legrand for many years, so he remained silent.

“Block the harbour and behead all those who oppose. Many of those who oppose will be innocent. They have never stolen, never killed or robbed. They abide by the law. They just want to prevent their goods from rotting in vain, so that his wife and children would not starve to death.”

The Duke of Buckingham said lightly, his voice low.

General Sheehan did not answer.

“I once told His Majesty that you are too idealistic.” The Duke of Buckingham sighed, “You think that the duty of the knight is to guard and not to slaughter, for justice, not for crime, yes?”

“If the person wearing armor and holding a sword does not protect the weak, what qualifications does he have to be called a knight?” General Sheehan finally said, “Isn’t this the vow we swore when we were knighted?”

“His Majesty’s evaluation of you is correct.”

The Duke of Buckingham smiled faintly.

“What do you think of my royal brother, William?”

General Sheehan solemnly replied: “He is a hero of Legrand, a promising and great monarch.”

In his view, it was William III who unified the 36 states and ended the chaos of endless war.

“Heroic? Promising? Great?” The Duke of Buckingham said again, “You are correct in saying that he is promising, but heroic? Great? These are not words that can be used to describe a king.”

General Sheehan looked at the Duke of Buckingham with confusion. With the relationship between the Duke of Buckingham and William III, it was impossible that he would show contempt for his brother.

“Do you know about the Battle of Cassien?” The Duke did not explain, but asked instead.

“Yes.”

General Sheehan replied.

That was a battle that took place in the third year after William III’s coronation. All those who admired William III would remember it in their hearts.

“That time I went to battle with him.” The Duke’s thoughts seemed to have returned to a long time ago. “Our enemy was the Northern Alliance Army supported by Bressi. Less than seven thousand on our side while the enemy had fifteen thousand.”

The Legrand people knew that in that battle, William III and the Duke of Buckingham defeated the strong while being much weaker and shattered Bressi’s plan to invade through the rebellion in one fell swoop.

When the news of the victory came back to Metzl, people were ecstatic and celebrated on the streets, shouting “God Bless Legrand” and “God Bless My King”.

The court poets wrote odes of admiration: “There has never been a King of Legrand who managed to turn the tide and achieve such an important victory in such a dangerous situation. He guarded Legrand’s freedom and prevented all the people of Legrand from being reduced to subjugated slaves. When he returned with great glory and victory, and this kingdom only bows to him.”

“Is this not great enough, not heroic enough?”

General Sheehan asked in puzzlement.

“The only thing that is remembered by the people is the glorious side.” The Duke of Buckingham said lightly. “At the end of the battle, we had less than two thousand people left, and there were more than two thousand prisoners of war and wounded enemy soldiers. Do you know what order he gave at that time?”

“What?”

General Sheehan suddenly became nervous.

“He ordered the killing of all prisoners of war.”

The Duke of Buckingham said slowly.

General Sheehan looked at him in astonishment.

Killing all the surrendered prisoners of war and the immobilized wounded…..This was an order that could only be described as “cruel and ruthless”. The spirit of the knight and the basic human morality were trampled by such an order.

The Duke of Buckingham closed his eyes slightly.

He seemed to have gone back a long time ago, when he was still young, and followed his royal brother onto the battlefield. He watched William take the longbow in his own hand, drew the bowstring, and shot and killed the first wounded and groaning man in the mud——his royal brother, who was such a proud knight, took the lead and violated the principle of “not bullying the weak.”

So everyone picked up their weapons in silence, and swung their butcher knives at the enemy who had already put down their weapons.

“Kill prisoners of war, kill the wounded.”

The Duke of Buckingham opened his eyes abruptly, and his voice was deep and powerful.

“Yes, this is cold, ruthless, and contrary to justice.”

General Sheehan sat there, his body cold all over, feeling that the heroic image he admired in his heart gradually collapsing.

“But what can we do? Legrand’s army had only two thousand people left, and we had less than a day’s ration. Could we take them with us? Could we guarantee that they would not rebel again?”

“Behind us was Legrand’s royal city. We were surrounded by countless dead comrades-in-arms. Could we risk losing our country because of a little justice?”

The Duke of Buckingham asked General Sheehan aggressively.

General Sheehan was speechless.

“It was His Majesty who ordered the closure of customs, because he is the King of Legrand. People in the future will only remember what order the cold and ruthless King gave during this year, but they will not remember who executed the order. Either infamy or accusation, it will only fall on him.”

The Duke of Buckingham glanced deeply at General Sheehan.

“If the person who is king only upholds justice, who will bear the sins of innocent sacrifices for the people?”

The Duke of Buckingham stood up and patted his shoulder gently: “You are the first general selected by His Majesty. Don’t let him down.”

“Does His Majesty understand what his order represents?”

General Sheehan asked in a low voice.

“He knows better than anyone.”

The Duke of Buckingham turned around and walked into the blizzard.

——Everyone could long for salvation, and anyone could expect to enter paradise, but the King could not.

The King’s robe was destined to be dyed red with blood…..the blood of the innocent, the blood of the enemy, and the blood of his own.

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“Sheehan? Sheehan?” His subordinate called him twice, “We are here.”

General Sheehan suddenly woke up.

He tightened his hands on the reins hard:

“Let’s go.”

He executed the King’s order.

AN: [1] From the “Pizza Chronicles”, it is a true record of the second pandemic of the Black Death.

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