Chapter 63

The patients who left the headquarters of the free chamber of commerce were excited to find that they had recovered. After kneeling down to the king again and again, they reluctantly left and returned to their respective places of residence.

These people described the king excitedly to others in a tone of respect and love they had never seen before.

While others who failed to attend the ceremony were envious, the king's attendants in red cloaks walked into the streets of kosiya. This time, they were welcomed as never before. People flocked to the executors of the king's will and took the rose coins tied on the white ribbon from them.

There were even bold girls who crowded into the crowd, stood on tiptoe and gave a grateful kiss on the face of the young king's servant.

This was absolutely impossible before!

In the past, people avoided the king's followers like tigers, either trembling and fearing, or full of resentment. Where ever was there such a scene full of respect and love.

The king's attendants were seriously distributing the rose coins. Leng Buding got such a treat, and the coins in his hand were hanging in the air. His face showed a moment of blank, and then "Teng" to a red and body cape is no different. The people around him saw the scene and gave a kind laugh.

Light, happy, these things that people did not dare to expect returned to kosia.

That's what's as precious as the plague is fading away.

Beautiful, peaceful.

General Sheehan stood behind the street window, watching the crowd.

He watched his soldiers, who had been afraid before, receive cordial greetings from the people. He watched the cold young men show all kinds of shy embarrassment in the face of enthusiasm. He watched people organize a parade spontaneously. They waved all the ribbons they could find, shouting over and over again, "the glory of the Rose protects kosiya" and "God bless the king.".

General sheen couldn't help smiling.

"God bless the king."

He held back and joined the parade, holding up the rose coin tied on the white ribbon.

As the procession passed a hotel, a wandering painter who was temporarily staying in kosiya leaned out of the window.

Inspiration burst into his mind and he shuddered. After waiting for the procession to leave, the poor painter quickly set up his drawing board.

He will remember all this!

The moment the brush fell on the cloth, the wandering painter knew what the painting should be called -

the king and his city.

He swiped his pen quickly on the canvas, which broke all the painting traditions since the return of the Holy Spirit movement.

On this canvas, he wants no God to sympathize with the world, no Holy Spirit to transcend the world, no angel to guide the world. He wanted the sky over the city covered by dark clouds to break through the clouds, the rose of the will of the country to bloom, people to follow the king's emissary, and everyone's face was filled with sincere smile.

He wants to make "mortals" the protagonist of art.

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"You made it."

Charles stood in front of the window with the king. He was smiling gently with a touch of pride.

Kosiya is a port city where no king has ever stopped before. After the ceremony, the king took a rest in the first residence of kosiya, which was once controlled by the gurus family. As once the richest family in the southeast coast, the residence of gulos can be called luxury.

The king was also looking out at the city he owned.

After completing a wonderful performance, the crows transformed by plague doctors spread all over the city, and a large number of plague doctors quickly clean up the plague of the whole city. This is in line with the king's order to issue rose coins, and the result the king wanted was achieved.

From today on, in this city, the status of the rosary in people's hearts will be higher than the cross.

He achieved so much, but the king didn't smile.

The cheers did not make him smile.

Charles sighed in his heart, more and more aware of the nature of his godson. He is sober and calm. He won't be confused by the appearance of victory. Such a person's eyes will always be farther away.

When ordinary people cheer for success, as the leader of success, his eyes are on the hidden crises behind these scenes.

This is what a monarch should have.

There is no peace for the king, let alone joy.

"What are you thinking about?"

Charles asked mildly.

"The Holy See."

Answered the king.

Captain Hawkins captured the man in the black cloak that night. After captain Hawkins' secret interrogation, he got some key information that there was an instigator behind katani's behavior. They reached a secret agreement with the kingdom of katani.Although the instigator is not directly asked from the population, but guess also know. The shadow of

as like as two peas of Legrand's split at the time: Holy court.

"The Vatican wants a nation." The king said slowly that he was thinking about something, "it should be soon."

"Are you sure?" Charles was taken aback, and his face suddenly became serious. "The kingdom is founded."

Just read this sentence once, Charles felt the smell of bloodbath coming, he seemed to see the endless smoke of war.

The king nodded slightly.

This is a judgment drawn from the kosiya incident.

The black death did not infect Legrand, which was a dangerous signal for the Holy See. However, they did not choose to intervene directly. Instead, they made a detour and used cartani to cause plague in the southeast, causing unrest.

Why do you do this?

Because their main strength at this time must be focused on Blaise, and if they want to build a nation, Legrand is absolutely the strongest obstacle. The Holy See wants to drag the power of the rose royal family to Legrand first, so as to ensure the smooth progress of the plan.

Such urgency proves that they are going to act soon.

After the assassination failed some time ago, the Vatican did not respond on the surface, but the katani incident shows that the Vatican did not respond, but intended to do more.

"It's just the beginning."

The king whispered, holding the railing against the wind.

Charles was silent for a moment. "For you, your majesty."

The king gave a little smile. He looked at a crow flying by in his sight.

There's one more thing he didn't say.

Even this time, hell did play an important role in solving the plague, but the king did not relax his vigilance. On the contrary, he was more concerned about the relationship between the rose royal family and the devil, and hell.

Whether the Duke of Buckingham or the former Knights of the Templars, even Charles, they are familiar with the devil and the power from hell.

Hell is limited, the Holy See controls the earth, and the enemy of the enemy is the friend. Under the premise of having the same enemy, the two sides cooperate with each other at certain times. In this kind of cooperation, saying "trust" is a ridiculous joke, and the two sides just aim at each other and make use of each other.

This is a political norm.

But there is one thing.

The king felt that the relationship between hell and rose royal family was not as simple as cooperation in front of common enemies. The contract between the devil and him is not a pure soul contract.

He's guessing in his mind, but he needs more clues.

Between the trance, the sky has dimmed down.

When the cold wind blew on his face, the king looked at the dark night and asked in a low voice, "is it such a night?"

Charles was a little stunned. After seeing the king looking towards the harbor, he understood the meaning of the king. He was silent for a moment and replied, "yes, your majesty."

Yes, that's the night.

Cartani's pestilence ship threw the body into the city, and walway's Pirates bravely sailed out of the port to meet the pestilence ship. The rose riders searched for all the bodies.

"Come on, take me to the place where they fight."

Said the king softly.

Charles looked at the sky, some of them trying to dissuade him.

The king saw what he meant.

"They fought for me and died for me." He said faintly, "go."

Charles bowed deeply: "thank you for walway's brother."

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Port.

The sea wind was so strong that people's cloaks rolled up. The king stood still on the bank and looked out at the sea under the night. The sea was as dark as ink.

"Where are their tombstones?"

Asked the king.

"No tombstone." Charles stood beside the king, his blue eyes staring at the sea he knew. "No tombstone, your majesty."

Pirates are not as happy as people think.

They are free, but most of the time, they have to endure the narrow space and poor living conditions on the ship during the long voyage. While they were free, they were also doomed to be driven out by land and unable to drink on shore. There are few long-lived pirates, and most end up with disease, swords, or gallows.

Warwick pirates are no exception.

But unlike ordinary pirates, their love for the sea is deeply rooted.

Therefore, after the death of walway, his brothers would only send him to the sea. He was born in the sea and sleeps in it when he dies.

This is where they end up.

"There's one thing I think they want you to know." Charles said gently, "you give them respect, and they serve you. It's their own choice to die for the glory of Legrand, and it's an unprecedented good ending for them. ""Take me where they sleep."

After hearing this, the king was silent for a long time and whispered.

The springboard was released from the ghost ship that was docked at the dock, and the king went on board.

In the kosiya plague, Warwick pirates suffered the most casualties. Except for three ghost ships and one hell ship, two-thirds of the pirates on the other clippers died.

Some of them may have drunk with their father on the same boat. Are some of them willing to fight for him because they regard him as a brother's child?

The king didn't know.

When the pirates on the ghost ship saw the young king accompanied by Charles, they jumped up subconsciously and tried to make a standard salute to the king. They nodded.

Watching the king go to the bow accompanied by chief officer Charles, an old rower murmured to himself, "it's like that."

The ghost ship arrived at the place where the sea battle happened that day. This was the burial place chosen by the Warwick pirates themselves. Buried in the place where they won, these pirates have extraordinary pride, perhaps because of this pride, they can become the most famous pirates on the sea.

"They will be remembered."

The king gazed at the sea that had engulfed his soldiers and said as he promised.

"I believe you."

Charles replied.

Footsteps came from behind. The king turned his head and the witch in the pointed hat saluted him. After looking up, the witch looked at the king with deep eyes.

"I want to ask you something, your majesty."

Said the witch.