After Becoming The Tyrant

The patients who left from the headquarters of the Free Chamber of Commerce were excited to find that they had recovered. They bowed down to the king again and again, and then reluctantly left and returned to their respective places of residence.

These people described the king to others with a passion and love they had never had before.

While other people who failed to participate in the ceremony were envious, the king's attendants in red cloaks walked into the streets of Kossoya.This time, they were welcomed like never before.People flocked to these executors of the king's will to receive rose coins tied on white ribbons from their hands.

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

This was absolutely impossible to happen before!

In the past, people avoided the king's entourage like tigers, either trembling in fear or full of resentment. Where has there been such a scene full of respect and love?

The king's attendants were seriously distributing rose coins, but suddenly they received such preferential treatment, and the coins in their hands were hanging in the air.His face was blank for a moment, and then he turned red like the cloak he was wearing.The people around him laughed kindly when they saw this scene.

Light and happy, these things that people dare not expect have returned to Kossoya.

These are the things as precious as the plague gradually dissipating.

Nice and peaceful.

General Sheen stood behind the window facing the street, watching the commotion of the crowd.

He watched the soldiers under him who had been feared in the past receive cordial greetings from the people; All the ribbons, shouting "The glory of the rose bless Kossoya" and "God bless the king" over and over again.

General Sheen couldn't help but also smiled.

"God bless my king."

He held back and followed the happy parade, raising the rose coin tied on a white ribbon in his hand.

When the team passed by an inn, a wandering painter who temporarily lived in Kossoya leaned out of the window with most of his body.

Inspiration burst into his mind, and he trembled all over.After waiting for the procession to leave, the impoverished painter quickly set up his panel.

He wants to remember all this!

The moment the brush fell on the cloth, the wandering artist knew what the painting should be called——

"The King and His City".

His quick strokes on the canvas broke all painting traditions since the Return of the Holy Spirit movement.

He wants this canvas to be a canvas in which there is no god to pity the world, no Holy Spirit to transcend the world, no angels to guide the world.He wants the sky above the city covered by dark clouds to break through the clouds, the rose of the national will to bloom, and the people to follow the king's envoy, with sincere smiles on everyone's face.

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

………………

"You succeeded."

Charles stood with the king at the window, smiling softly, with a touch of pride in his tone.

Kothsoya is a port city, and no king has ever stayed here before.After the ceremony, the king temporarily rested in the first residence of Kossoya, which was once controlled by the Guros family.As the wealthiest family on the southeast coast, Guros's mansion was considered luxurious.

The king is also looking at the city he owns.

After the crows transformed by the plague doctors completed a wonderful performance, they were scattered all over the city, and a large number of plague doctors quickly cleaned up the plague in the entire city.This is combined with the behavior of the king ordering people to issue rose coins, and the desired result of the king has been achieved.

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

With such a great achievement, there is no smile on the king's face.

The enthusiastic cheers of the people did not make him smile.

Charles sighed in his heart, becoming more and more aware of the nature of his godson.He is terribly sober and terribly calm. He will not be confused by the appearance of victory. Such a person will always look farther away.

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

This is what a monarch should have.

There is no peace in being a king, let alone indulging in joy.

"What are you thinking about?"

Charles asked gently.

"The Holy Court."

the king answered.

Captain Hawkins captured the man in the black cloak that night. After Captain Hawkins' secret interrogation, he got some key information-there were instigators behind Qahtani's actions, and they had a relationship with the Qahtani kingdom. A secret agreement was reached.

Although he didn't directly ask who the instigator was from that population, he could guess it.

The shadow here is exactly the same as the shadow of Legrand's split: the Holy Court.

"The Holy Court wants to establish a country." The king said slowly, he was thinking about something, "It should be soon."

"Are you sure?" Charles was taken aback, his expression suddenly became serious, "The Holy Court Jianguo."

Just after reading this sentence once, Charles felt the breath of blood and rain rushing towards his face, as if he saw the endless flames of war.

The king nodded slightly.

This is a judgment drawn from the Kossoya incident.

The Black Death did not infect Legrand, which is definitely a dangerous signal for the Holy See, but they did not choose to intervene directly, but instead made a detour, using Qahtani to trigger the plague in the southeast and cause turmoil .

Why do you want to do this?

Because their main strength must be focused on Blacy at this time, and if they want to establish a country, Legrand is definitely the strongest obstacle.The Holy Court 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 will act soon.

The assassination failed some time ago, and the Holy Court seemed to have no response on the surface, but the Qahtani incident showed that the Holy Court was by no means unresponsive, but had a bigger plan.

"This is just the beginning."

whispered the king, leaning on the railing to stand against the wind.

Charles was silent for a moment: "Working for you, Your Majesty."

The king smiled slightly as he watched a crow fly by in his field of vision.

There was 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 because of this

——On the contrary, he cared more about the relationship between the rose royal family and the devil, and hell.

Whether it is the Duke of Buckingham or the former Templar Commander, even Charles and the others, they are no strangers to the devil and the power from hell.

Hell is restricted, the Holy Court controls the land, and the enemy of an enemy is a friend.Under the premise of having the same enemy, the two sides cooperate with each other at certain times. In this kind of cooperation, "trust" is an absurd joke. The two sides are just using each other for their own purposes.

This is a political norm.

However, there is a point.

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

He was guessing in his mind, but needed more clues.

In a trance, the sky had already dimmed.

With the cold wind blowing, the king looked at the dark night and asked in a low voice, "Is it a night like this?"

Charles was taken aback for a moment, and after seeing the king looking towards the port, he understood what the king meant.He was silent for a moment, and replied: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Yes, that was the night.

Cattani's plague ship threw the corpse into the city, and the pirates of Volwe bravely sailed out of the port to meet the plague ship.The rose cavalry searched for all the corpses.

"Let's go, take me to see where they fought."

said the king softly.

Charles glanced at the sky, and some wanted to dissuade him.

The king saw what he meant.

"They fought and died for me." He said flatly, "Go."

Charles bowed deeply: "Thank you for Walwe's brother."

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port.

The sea breeze was so strong that it rolled up the man's cloak.The king stood still on the shore, looking at the sea under the night sky. The night tide rose and fell on the sea, and the water was as dark as ink.

"Where are their tombstones?"

the king asked.

"There are no tombstones." Charles stood beside the king, his blue eyes staring at the sea he was familiar with. "There are no tombstones, Your Majesty."

Pirates are not as happy as people think.

Although 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.When they were free, they were also doomed to be expelled by the land, unable to go ashore to drink.Few pirates lived long, and most died of disease, sword, or the gallows.

The Volwey Pirates are no exception.

But unlike ordinary pirates, their love for the sea is baked into their bones.

So when the Walwe pirate died, his brothers simply sent him into the sea.He was born in the sea and rested in the sea after death.

This is where they belong.

"There is one thing, I think they want you to know." Charles said gently, "you gave them respect, so they serve you. It is their own choice to die for Legrand's honor. It’s an unprecedented happy ending for them.”

"Take me to where they sleep."

The king was silent for a long time after listening, and whispered.

The gangway was lowered from the phantom ship docked at the pier, and the king stepped aboard.

In the Kothosoya plague event, the Volwe pirates suffered the most casualties.Except for the people on the three ghost ships and one Hell Maker, two-thirds of the pirates on the other clippers were dead.

Some of them, perhaps, had once drank in the same boat as their father, and were some of them, children who saw him as a brother, and were willing to fight for him?

The king does not know.

When the pirates on the ghost ship saw the young king accompanied by Charles, they subconsciously jumped up, trying hard to salute the king.Kingdom Dynasty nodded their heads.

Watching the king go to the bow accompanied by first mate Charles, an old oarsman muttered to himself: "It really looks like it."

The ghost ship went to the place where the naval battle was held that day, and this is the burial place chosen by the Walwe 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 swallowed his soldiers, and said promisingly.

"I trust you."

Charles replied.

Footsteps were heard behind him, the king turned his head, and the witch in the pointed hat saluted him.Lifting her head, the witch stared at the king with her dark eyes.

"I want to ask you something, Your Majesty."

said the witch.