After Becoming The Tyrant

"May I be allowed to speak with you alone, Your Majesty."

Charles frowned.

The witch didn't look at Charles, but just stared at the king quietly.

"Of course." The king raised his hand and interrupted Charles, who was about to say something, "I am very happy."

Charles sighed helplessly, glanced at the witch, bowed and left.Only the king and the witch were left in the bow.

"It seems that Charles should be able to guess what you want to say." The king glanced at the dark purple from the end of the witch's eyes, and the pale face of Witch Grella matched the ghost ship very well, just like she was a ghost ship in the legend. Ghost, "What do you want to ask, Miss Greira."

"A help. A help only possible for you."

The witch replied, her voice was hollow.

"Tell me."

The witch took two steps forward, and put her pale hand on the railing of the ghost ship: "You know, they have their own thoughts and consciousness, she is 'Jenny'."

Accompanied by the witch's words, dark green rose vines suddenly popped up on the railing of the ghost ship.The witch put her hand on the vine, and folded her hands together. The thin vine in her palm grew a small flower bud at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then under the king's gaze, a crimson rose bloomed.

The scene is strange and beautiful.

"Is this your spell as a witch?"

The king looked at the rose with some interest.

"You seem to have some sort of rapport with Ms. 'Jenny'?"

Accompanied by the king's words, the bow of the ship shook slightly, the range was very small, like a child snorting unhappily.

The witch picked off the blooming rose: "Sorry, 'Jenny' prefers to be called Miss. She is still a little girl."

The king understands.

He had heard from the devil that these alchemy half-living ships had their own consciousness, and now it seemed that this consciousness was almost the same as that of a human being, and it also had its own temper.

"Hawkins said that you are very sharp." The witch raised her eyes. "After seeing you, I finally confirmed that this is the only credible word he has said for so many years. My soul and the ghost ship are connected as one, and I often control The person on the ghost ship is actually me, and I can cooperate with Jenny to bring out her power more."

Both Charles and Hawkins have mentioned to the king that there is no way for the witch to leave the ghost ship.

It seems that is because of this.

"If you want to be able to operate and live on a ghost ship for a long time, you must sign a contract with the ghost ship. Your Majesty, you are a distinguished guest, and you are not included. Every pirate in Walway has a contract with at least one ghost ship."

The sails of the 'Jenny' ghost ship were windless and automatic, as if echoing the witch's words.

"I have read some records in ancient books. If the contract signed is old enough, then through special means, the contract can be used to retrieve the soul of the contractor and summon him back in the form of a ghost." The witch looked at Dahai, "I asked them about the chance to come back in the form of a ghost...they looked forward to it and were very happy."

"You want to call your companions back, don't you?"

The king understood what the witch meant.

The witch bowed deeply to the king: "Yes, but the ceremony is too cumbersome and complicated. I need a long preparation, and I may need your help in the future."

"This should not be an easy task for you." The king remained calm, "You cherish your companions enough to move all poets."

"I was the one who should have been burned on the stake, but they saved me and gave me a place to live." The witch straightened up, "I am willing to use all the secrets I have, all the power, all the ancient Sorcery—if you can see it, come to exchange such a favor with you."

The king showed his first faint smile of the night: "I am very glad that you are a member of the Walway Pirates. My godfather and Mr. Hawkins have been assisted by you for many years, Miss Greira."

"You agreed?"

"No." The king smiled, "This doesn't require your deal, they are my soldiers, since they want to return in the form of ghosts, then this is also one of my responsibilities."

Click, click, click.

There was a cheerful sound of wood clashing, and the two wooden boards on the bow jumped up automatically and bumped into each other, simulating the action of human clapping.

"It seems that our Miss Jenny also agrees with me." A rose rose newly emerged from the railing, rubbed against the king's hand, and swayed.The king obeyed its will and folded it down.Holding up the red rose, he smiled slightly at the witch, "Then please Miss Greira spend more time in the next few days."

"I will, Your Majesty."

The witch bowed deeply, and said "Your Majesty" more solemnly than before.

When she got up, the king had turned and left.

"This is not your safe place. I think..." Wang Chao walked in the direction Charles left, his voice was carried by the night wind, "This is you, the home of all the Wolverine brothers."

The witch was stunned.

She was a late addition to the Volwe Pirates.

By the time she became a member of Walwee, William III had died.She just heard some of their chants from the mouths of the pirates. Before that, she couldn't understand why Hawkins and Charles were willing to come all the way to fight a fierce battle as soon as they received a letter from the Duke of Buckingham.

But now, looking at the king's back, she seemed to understand something.

On the railing, another rosebud popped out with a "chuckle", and the flower bud rubbed against the witch's handwriting, as if expressing its approval for the king.

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The king soon learns further how self-aware the "living ship" is.

"Fuck! Jenny, I haven't offended you recently, have I?"

When a pirate with a piece of black cloth tied obliquely was going to take in the cable, he stepped on the deck. There was a small hole in the deck out of thin air. The unlucky Mr. Pirate stepped into the hole and got stuck in midair.

The wine jug, which was randomly thrown on the deck, rolled towards him with two "bang bang" sounds.

"I'm laughing at you, Jenny's childish temper."

Charles sighed helplessly.

There are three ghost ships in Volwe, one stingy, one fighting, and the 'Jenny', the king's boarding ship, is full of mischief.Sometimes, Charles wondered if it was because they had an out-of-the-ordinary captain that even the Nether Ship was out of tune.

...... That hell makes the ship not bad-tempered, but it is keen on stealing things from the crew. Every few days, pirates full of resentment will go to the cabin to find their own drink money.

"Miss Jenny is lovely."

The king looked at the pirate who was struggling to pull out his legs, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Charles met, and dispelled the idea of ​​stopping 'Jenny'.

Anyway, these guys are not stuck on the deck once or twice, and it is more important to make the king feel lighter.

The black cloth pirates didn't know what their always elegant and fair chief mate was thinking, so they yelled bitterly, "Jenny! I was wrong! I don't dare to lose the pot again!"

He yelled twice, and promised to wipe the deck for three days, and then he pulled his foot out of the hole.As soon as he looked up, the black cloth pirate was stupid on the spot.

——The king and Charles stood not far away, looking at their side.

The black cloth pirate stood at attention, straightened his back, and tried his best to pretend nothing happened.

"Wipe the deck well, sir."

The king smiled and passed him with Charles.

Black Cloth Pirate: ...Ahhh!

………………

Blaise Kingdom.

The pope's convoy has entered the territory of Blaise Kingdom and is heading towards the capital of Blaise.

The carriage with white and gold as the main colors is spacious and luxurious, and the sacred cross is engraved on the hanging curtain.Surrounding the carriage are heavily armed temple knights. There are dark patterns of crosses on the front and back of their armor, and those dark patterns will faintly flash with a faint luster.

The Pope is not moving fast this way.

Accompanying them was not only this temple knight, but also a group of temple priests.The routes of the holy court personnel did not avoid places where the plague broke out. If they encountered people infected by the plague on the way, these temple priests who rarely appeared in front of the world would take action to treat them.

Under the light of the Holy Cross, the sick were brought back to life.

The capital of Blaise, the castle of Acelli.

"...the Holy Spirit descended brilliantly, and the gods saved those pious people."

Ferry III put the letter full of praise on the table heavily, and he read a passage from the letter.

General Karl sat solemnly beside the new Blaise king.

"What a solution to the Black Death, our good Pope." At first glance, Ferry III's gray eyes carried a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all, "Why is he here to crown me? He clearly came to crown himself."

"His Majesty."

General Carr didn't say anything like "speak carefully".He has also felt the aggressiveness of the pope's business.

The Black Death is spreading across the land of Blaise, and it wasn't a big problem before that.Because people are dying everywhere, all people are dying, nobles and paupers alike--the priest is no exception.But since the papal mission of the Holy Court arrived in Blacy, everything has changed.

Temple priests healed many sick people along the way, claiming that it was the will of the gods.

They announced to the world that the Black Death was the Holy Lord's punishment for the sins prevailing in the world.They uphold the will of the Lord to forgive those who are already pious.

This kind of argument spread rapidly in the land of Blaise, and apart from Blaise's own deep religious roots, Ferry III knew without thinking that those nobles who were greedy for life and fear of death wanted to express their loyalty to the Holy Court so as to maintain their faith in the face of the plague. I am afraid that I would like to become the Pope's lackey due to his transcendent and privileged position.

They fueled the flames of publicity, but they did a very good job.

"What are you going to do?" General Karl asked.

"Contact our allies."

Ferry III said slowly.

"ally?"

General Carl was taken aback.

Ferry III took out a secret letter from his sleeve and handed it to General Karl.

"Legrand."

The author has something to say: The daily life of pirates on the Jenny: littering, being sanctioned, and cleaning.

——Everyone is responsible for caring for the environment Volwe Pirates