Pirate Kingship

crackling

Thick smoke billowed and flames shot out.

After a while, the iron cannons that were blown up into the sky by the big explosion fell into the sea in a twisted posture.

As for other fragile human tissues and the hull, they were burned beyond recognition. They were mixed in black smoke, dust and ashes and were blown by the wind and scattered across the entire ocean-going fleet.

All visible and tangible traces of the crime on the ship were also wiped out.

What followed was a strong burning smell that instantly filled everyone's nostrils.

Let them feel more intuitively how tragic this big explosion is.

Only a few fragmented pieces of the charred bottom of the ship were left in place. Relying on the superior anti-sinkability of the wood itself, it was still burning and sinking slowly.

"You said this was a flare misfire?"

Behind [Sun Crown Priest], a group of revision priests and referee knights on the church battleship could not help but be stunned on the spot for a long time.

The cold and hard faces that looked more like machines than people couldn't help but collectively break their defenses.

Some knights couldn't help but stretched out their hands and gestured, trying their best to connect the fire dragon in front of them, which was still showing its teeth and claws, with the small "flare".

But it failed without a doubt.

A three-person team of melee, long-range, and auxiliary as foreign aid is also included.

The [Armed Priest] Brandon from the "Holy Armed Forces Cathedral" couldn't help but clenched the gun sword in his hand, and his gray pupils gradually lost focus:

"A flare? If that is a flare, then what is the meaning of my existence and that of the Cathedral of the Holy Armed Forces?

Flare! Flare!

I would trade all the equipment I have saved for such a flare, and I would enshrine it on the altar of the cathedral. "

It is said that the Cathedral of the Holy Armed Forces was built to commemorate the knights' Western Expeditions that year, and a variety of weapons are enshrined on the altar.

Knight armor, lance, cross sword, crossbow

Among them are many sacred relics that have influenced the direction of world history in all the wars in the Old World, as well as the most powerful gunpowder formula today.

This branch of the sect firmly believes that weapons were created to maintain the Creator's rule over the world.

More is stronger, bigger is more beautiful, and they fanatically pursue all kinds of powerful weapons.

Today, my long-held devotion was almost shattered by a small "flare".

[Dopler Swordsman] Hermann, who was carrying a big sword next to him, muttered a strange poem that he didn't know where he picked from:

"I don't believe that fish only have seven seconds of memory; I don't believe that day and night are reversed, and black and white are indistinguishable."

The other companions also got used to his way of speaking.

Although he was talking nonsense all day long as if he had drunk too much, his meaning was still quite clear.

It seemed logical and flawless, but even if he was killed, he wouldn't believe it would be the signal bomb that moved first.

It's a pity that the effect of the entry "You are not the murderer" is there. To tell the truth, those murder weapons have nothing to do with the real murderer.

On the contrary, the young nun with a compassionate face did not say anything crazy and uncomfortable this time.

But sincerely pray for those who died:

“The Creator is my Shepherd, I will never be in want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures and leads me beside still waters.

He revives my soul and guides me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. Because you are with me. Your rod and your staff comfort me."

The nun's profession is the third-level [Glory Priest], which is good at restoration, gain and special types of prayers.

Regardless of whether the deceased need her prayers at this time or not, it is a great comfort to other onlookers.

The cold-tempered knights and priests of the Inquisition on the ship also had a greatly changed impression of the nun.

Although his usual words and deeds seem to be somewhat inconsistent with traditional interpretations of doctrine, he is still very reliable at critical moments.

After the nun finished reciting the prayer, she looked at the parishioners in front of her and sighed with compassion:

"After they died, their bodies were scattered everywhere. It was so miserable that even I couldn't send them to heaven.

It's a pity, it's pitiable, it's deplorable. "

Hearing this, all the knights felt sad.

You must know that the church's teachings absolutely prohibit "the mutilation of corpses."

Usually when a person was declared a heretic by their church's inquisition, they would be mutilated as a punishment.

It also includes additional punishments such as deliberately cutting off the head of the heretic after death, burning it with fire, etc.

For another example, if a believer commits suicide, it is also a serious violation of the church's teachings.

So even though the body of the person who committed suicide is intact, the church will cut off part of her as a punishment to warn other believers.

Because in occultism, a person's soul is closely related to his body, and the soul after death will take on the appearance of a corpse.

To destroy his body within seven days of death is to damage his soul to a certain extent.

The most important thing is that if a person's soul is incomplete after death, whether it contains more divinity or more animality, he will not be allowed to ascend to heaven.

Seeing the referee knights nodding, the nun continued:

“The Inquisition is always on the front line, fighting against all kinds of heresies, evil spirits, and monstrosities. Who among us can guarantee that we can go home intact every time?

The bloody and dark example is right in front of us. If you are also caught by the "flare", can you be confident that you can withstand it?

As the saying goes, when it hasn't rained yet, you should think of a way in advance.

You might as well consider buying this. "

Then, the nun took out a handful of various indulgences from her pocket.

It was written on it: Indulgence for theft and robbery, Indulgence for suicide and disrespect, Indulgence for killing living beings, Indulgence for death without a complete body.

There was also the words "Special coupons for special treatments, do not mix them."

Seeing this, including the leading [Corona Priest] and her two teammates, everyone on the boat froze.

Sure enough, we can't expect too much from this church member. It turns out that the compassion for the world in the previous one was all paving the way for this move.

"Although you have been authorized by His Holiness the Pope, you can't keep doing this.

How can good deeds be equated with vulgar money? ”

But they criticized with their mouths, but their bodies were honest and generous, contributing their own strength to the nuns' good deeds of saving all living beings.

At least those inside the church can confirm that the voucher is real.

The basis for the church to reduce the punishment of sins is that the church controls the "merit library".

It stores the infinite grace of the Creator and the good deeds of martyred saints, which can be allocated to believers to offset the punishment they deserve for their crimes.

And the direct manager of the "merit library" is the "Cathedral of Our Lady of Mercy" where the nuns came from.

It started selling indulgences in the Silver Age in 1313. It is an old church with a century-old operation. It has a good reputation and those who have used it say it is good.

Large quantities are also discounted.

Theresa dares to use her faith to guarantee that no one who cannot go to heaven after death has come back to complain, and she is satisfied 100% accuracy!

As for the group of tax collectors who died, they had long forgotten about them after being used as negative examples.

After death is the realm of God, and it has nothing to do with these servants of God.

Only on the other side, Miss Violet, who was also admiring the explosion, carefully wrote down the various parameters of this "Blood and Fire Song".

Prepare for the improvement of the next "flare misfire".

Strive to break through yourself and create greater art.

Jamestown Royal Port, above the Governor's Mansion.

At the moment of the explosion.

On the high-hanging [Sword of Damocles], two cold eyes like blades suddenly fell on the Newman brothers.

The sword light in the sky flickered, and it seemed that a thunderbolt would fall at any time.

"No."

"Spare my life. "

Cold sweat soaked their backs.

You have to know that the tax collector team is not the [Royal Hound] Vincent who gave up everything just to get a chance.

They ran to the new route to perform the mission, and they must have left their life gems with the [King Maker] Earl Warwick.

At the moment of the explosion, their life gems shattered collectively. How could Warwick not know that his men had an accident?

It's just that the key link of the punishment has disappeared.

The procedure is illegal and the judgment is invalid!

Even if the [Sword of Damocles] is powerful, it cannot be without a reason to forcibly kill an important official of the kingdom.

It's meaningless to continue to blockade the port.

The long sword flickered on the spot and suddenly disappeared.

"Saved. "

The Newman brothers, who were almost soaked, felt the pressure on their bodies go away. They slumped down in the chairs beside Byron as if they had survived a disaster.

Just after taking two deep breaths, the conch on Major General Newman's waist rang. He stretched out his still trembling right hand and put the conch to his ear with difficulty.

Then, his eyes widened little by little, and his breathing became rapid as if he was short of oxygen.

"This, this."

"How is it?"

Seeing his brother's useless appearance, Governor Newman next to him immediately grabbed the conch impatiently and heard the report from the insider in the ocean-going fleet:

"Because of the misfire of the flare, the audit team was wiped out, and even an entire three-masted sailing ship was blown up.

It was too tragic, and no one was left.

The Inquisition in the fleet checked it out, and could not find any interference from any external forces. No matter how incredible it was, it could only be considered an accident. "

The two brothers were instantly ecstatic.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be a misfire of the flare.

These guys are really stupid. They can't even fire a flare. Hmm? Wait, what did you say went off accidentally? "

They immediately realized that something was wrong and stopped talking.

Then they turned their heads together and looked at Byron, who was still calm and composed, with no abnormal expression on his face.

Especially the glass of iced wine in his hand. From the time he said "There is an art feast about to start a thousand miles away" to now, even the wisps of white cold air have not dissipated.

After being slightly heated by his body temperature and stimulating the fruity aroma, he drank it all in one gulp.

Byron nodded with satisfaction and smiled kindly at the two Newman family leaders:

"Debt collection, tax collection, revenge, guarding, escorting, suicide Vanguard Navigation Military Dispatch Company provides you with one-stop service, so that you can stop without worry.

Can you two give a good review?"

The two brothers seemed to see a sea of ​​blood and corpses from his kind smile, and said in a dry voice:

"No worries, really no worries."

"Good reviews, unexpected. "

Not to mention others, even the two "masterminds" who gave the order, the Newman brothers, had no idea who Byron was looking for and how he could do all this.

And the unknown brings fear.

Byron poured three glasses of wine again, one for each of the three people, raised his glass and clinked it with the two people, and suddenly stopped smiling:

"Just now, it was just a joke. What does the death of the audit team have to do with us?

We have been drinking here all the time.

With the help of many people, we are closely united around the Royal Port Interest Group with the two Mr. Newman as the core, and naturally we are blessed by the Creator.

All this is the will of the Lord."

The two also reacted and echoed:

"Yes, that's right, that's right, everything is the will of the Lord."

But in their hearts, they no longer dared to despise Byron, a [Pirate] with only a second-level extraordinary rank.

They even put him in the same position as themselves.

From then on, it was difficult to view him as a simple "black glove", but as an unfathomable collaborator and powerful ally.

Even if the political wisdom is low, we know that at this time we need to unite all the forces that can be united.

Compared with survival, the little grudge in the heart is not worth mentioning.

Of course, Byron did not say a word.

The judge needs evidence, but the nobles never do.

They only focus on the vested interests and start free conviction.

Whoever benefits the most is the murderer!

The open gun was blocked, and the [King Maker] Earl of Warwick was probably going to play a dirty trick on the Newman brothers who were seriously suspected.

But.

Byron smiled:

"Who cares?"