The Sun King's Evidence

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"I used to be a pirate, and now I am the emir of Arabi." The golden mage Karim told his story, his tone was boring, as if he was telling something completely unrelated to him: "I I was born in Araby, yes, it is the country that was destroyed by Britannia and the Empire during the Red Flame Crusade. Now there are only some scattered tribes left there. I was born there. I awakened my magic talent when I was a child. .”

"Then, just like those old stories, a powerful djinn magician accumulated countless wealth during decades of ocean voyages, and during the adventure together, he ignored the ancient fables , entered the legendary Ship Burial Cemetery, and stole a large amount of cursed wealth."

“As he grew older and owned countless gold and silver, the temptation of robbery at sea was gradually replaced by his longing for the coast of his hometown. But when he returned to his hometown, what awaited him was a city in flames. , the clue points to the Burial Ship Cemetery, the legendary undead pirate, the owner of the Burial Ship Cemetery, Count Noctilus’ revenge is coming.”

"He lost his loved ones and everything. He chose revenge out of anger. He made a wish to the djinn and exchanged his soul for powerful power. But even though he had a large number of excellent crew members and sailors, , his flagship Burning Scimitar was enough to defeat the high elves' ocean-going ships, but he still failed. He had an eye taken away, and he barely escaped from the Burial Ship Cemetery with the remaining defeated soldiers."

Fulgrim understood: "You want revenge? Do you want me and my people to drive into the Burial Ship Cemetery to die for you?"

"No, my conditions are not that harsh." Golden Mage Karim shook his head: "I once led the Arabi fleet composed of more than 30 giant ships to attack the Ship Burial Cemetery, but it still failed miserably. Now I only have My flagship, the Burning Scimitar, are you a fool? Or am I a fool?"

"Then what are your conditions?" Angron yelled dissatisfied: "If you have something to say, say it quickly. Don't say half of it and leave half of it!"

"My condition is that Count Noctilus will not stay in the Burial Ship Cemetery forever. If one day, we find an opportunity, Your Excellency, Commander Fulgrim, I want you to help me kill this vampire completely. Pirate!" Master Jin finally showed an angry expression: "Pay attention, I am talking about the right opportunity. If you promise me, I will join you with our subordinates, and I can be loyal to you."

Fulgrim did not agree as easily as Karim imagined. He pondered for a few seconds and suddenly asked: "So, what is the soul you mentioned before? What is equivalent exchange? Why do you say my soul is better than that one?" Are the Tyrells good? Are you playing with souls?"

"I don't play with my soul." The Arabi said coldly: "I made a wish to the djinn. This wish is fair. I used my soul in exchange for powerful power. The djinn is fair. We It once made a promise that if I could replace it with a better and more valuable soul, it would return my soul to me."

"Very good, no wonder you are interested in other people's souls." Fulgan understood: "This is also one of the reasons why you openly recruit partners in Miragliano. You are so cruel."

"If you can find a more valuable soul, then why not? If you can find a more valuable partner, then why not?" Master Jin said calmly, and he even had some regrets: "The only trouble is dealing with garbage. , just like that Tyrell, who can neither be my partner nor a more valuable soul, I have dealt with a lot of this kind of garbage."

"You are so cruel, did you kill them all?" Angron immediately realized that this Arabi man was guilty.

"Garbage must also be sorted and processed. If that Tyrellian hadn't coveted the djinn's secrets too much and tried to climb over the wall to make a wish, I wouldn't have ordered his execution. I used to be a pirate, but that was a long time ago." Golden Mage Karim shook his head: "The soul of the loser will be weighed on a section of the scale to check whether it meets the conditions of exchange. Unfortunately, it does not meet the conditions. I want to use the soul of that vampire pirate to exchange for my soul!" "

"Can the djinn really fulfill all wishes?" Fulgan then asked.

"Do you want to make a wish? You can try it. In theory, yes, but you must remember that the djinn also obeys the principle of equivalent exchange. You can try to make a scary enough wish, and then see what you have to do for it. How much will it cost?" Karim looked at Fulgrim: "Want to give it a try? Remember, once you make a wish, you cannot go back on it or deny it, but the djinn is always fair. Like me, if you can Give it a higher price and you can get your stuff back.”

Is this the nature of the djinn? Fulgrim understood.

Angron was still confused.

"Vampire pirates... I have fought against them. There is a place in Lustria called the Vampire Coast, and a group of undead are squatting there." Fulgen was thoughtful: "Luther Harken? He and Hua Hua The lord fought, and he fought with me.”

"The ending?" Master Jin became a little more interested.

"I defeated him, but in the absence of a navy, no one dared to fight him on the Vampire Coast." Fulgan shook his head: "The guns of his undead fleet are too powerful, and my army and I can't fight him." Dare to get close to the coast, otherwise we will be overwhelmed by naval gunfire."

"Very well, Luther Haken. I know him. It seems that joining you is the right decision. So...please cooperate!" Karim stretched out his hand towards Forgan.

"Happy cooperation!" Fulgen hesitated for a moment, but finally extended his hand.

A covenant was signed in front of the two people. Master Jin knelt on one knee in front of Fulgen, presented his burning scimitar, and swore allegiance to him in the name of the Djinn.

His command included three hundred Arabi guards, three hundred Arabi archers, two hundred Arabi camel cavalry, and one hundred Arabi knights, in addition to a large number of sailors and servants.

Fulgrim generously returned the Golden Master's flaming scimitar to him, and the covenant was complete.

Master Jin generously gave Fulgrim a pure-blood elf war horse captured in the war to carry him, and Fulgrim accepted it without hesitation. Angron was envious for a while, because only pure-blood elf war horses could carry him. The knight who weighs hundreds of pounds sprints back and forth easily and hardly feels tired.

Despite having the hippogryph, Angron still hopes to have a pure-blood elf war horse of his own, because the goal of the hippogryph is too big, and it is really not suitable for traveling with him on the road. To put it simply, a pure-blood elf war horse It's a luxury car, and the Hippogryph is a tank.

With Angron's pride, he must not be willing to put down his face and ask Ryan for it, because Ryan himself doesn't have a few horses.

At night, there are stars in the summer night sky, and the white Milky Way lies quietly on the blue sky. The brilliant stars flash in the Milky Way, like countless beacons floating on the river. It is so colorful, so beautiful and mysterious, but it is also so cold and ruthless, and the nightmare of subspace has always haunted it. In the Prime Material Universe, a lingering curse has always plagued the fate of mortals.

Survival is not a birthright, but a trophy wrested from an uncaring galaxy by forgotten heroes.

Fulgrim and Angron stood under the starry sky. Both Primarchs raised their heads and looked up at the starry sky at an angle of forty-five degrees.

"Araby Djinn, it's so interesting." Angron said towards Fulgen: "This world is really very complicated. I have been wondering why my father put Ryan into this world."

"Do you also want to make a wish to the Djinn?" Fulgrim raised the corner of his mouth. He knew that Angron still missed his former brothers and sisters.

"Hey, if I make a wish, then I must make a hundred more wishes!" Angron couldn't wait to tell Fulgrim his thoughts.

"Pfft~" Fulgen laughed. He kept laughing as if he had encountered something funny: "Hahahaha~"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha~"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha~"

"Damn it, you sissy, what are you laughing at?!" Angron became a little angry: "What on earth are you laughing at?!"

"Hahaha... wishing, how often do we see this thing? Zhuangson's Caliban has similar alien sacred objects and a similar wishing machine. If this kind of wishing machine is really useful, why does Zhuangson Why don’t you wish for the death of all the four gods of chaos?" Fulgan kept laughing.

"..." This damn sissy! Faced with this question, Angron couldn't answer, so he had to ask: "Why?"

"Because everything is always fair." Fulgrim thought for a moment. He knew that Angron might not know, so he decided to explain a little: "Think about it, in Karim's description of the djinn, he has always emphasized What is it?"

"Need a soul?" Angron said casually.

"No, another one."

"Exchange of equal value?"

"That's right, an exchange of equal value." Fulgan nodded and looked at the starry sky: "The wishing machine is essentially such a thing. Angron, have you been to a tavern?"

"Of course." Angron nodded: "But what does this have to do with the wishing machine?"

"The essence of the wishing machine is a tavern. This tavern only opens once. You hold a gold coin in your arms. This gold coin is your soul. The genie is the bartender. You can use this gold coin to choose any kind of wine in the tavern. , you can also ask the bartender to do anything with this gold coin, as long as it is within his ability."

"Well, this description is quite appropriate." Angron nodded in approval.

"And your so-called request for another hundred wishes is nothing more than using this gold coin to apply for a pass. With this pass, you can freely enter and exit the tavern." Fulgan smiled and raised a hand in his hand. A bottle of Tyrell wine "Classic Conti" was handed to Angron: "Think about it carefully, what's the problem with this?"

Angron indicated that he didn't like drinking this. The World Eater Primarch took out his large marching pot and took a sip. It was filled with dwarf Bagman beer. He lowered his head and thought for a while. He raised his head and said, "No." No more gold coins."

"Yes, the gold coins are gone." Fulgen nodded: "This is the essence of the wishing machine. Exchange of equal value is so cold and cruel. Without sacrifice, there is no gain. If you want to get something, you must pay the same price."

"Hey, under the hands of those ancient saints, have you, a sissy, become a philosopher?" Angron mocked in turn: "I have to say, you are already a poet, brother~"

"Haha~ Angron, I have a plan and I need your help." Fulgrim smiled, and he whispered: "Our nephew is about to be born, and we need a good gift. I have news. In the palace of Leer, there is an ancient saint jewelry made of black gold with a history of more than five thousand years. It has the blessing and powerful power left by the ancient saint, but it is not easy to get."

"Oh haha, I have no reason to refuse such a good thing, right?"

"Let's cooperate, I'm six and you're four."

"No, it should be me seven and you three."

"It feels a bit like the Great Expedition in the past, haha~"

"Hahaha~"

…………I am the dividing line of the Great Crusade…………

Old World, Brittania, Earl of Glamorgan, Duke's Castle.

The door to the master bedroom was opened, and a dark elf in a standard black and white maid uniform walked in from the outside. She originally wanted to wake up Ryan, but when she came in, she found that Ryan had already gotten up and was sitting in front of the table processing official documents.

Since Ryan came back, he took over the military and political power from Sylvia and Sulia, who was listening behind the curtain, and took charge of the government affairs himself. Although Sylvia was a little unhappy, she handed over the power very simply. All powers, because these powers originally belonged to Ryan. The serious maid originally wanted to see if Ryan would be confused when facing these government affairs, but Ryan took over all the government affairs perfectly.

This made Sylvia change her mind about Ryan. The head maid thought that there weren't many Holy Grail knights in the entire kingdom who had this kind of ability except Francois.

Immediately, Lane promoted two new courtiers from the kingdom's nobles. They were Goffin from the Empire and Steve, a nobleman from Old Mousilon. These two courtiers and Katzenberg formed the Lane The internal affairs team assists Ryan in handling internal affairs. The courtiers who can be favored by Ryan naturally have very excellent internal affairs capabilities. Their existence temporarily alleviates Ryan's employment shortage.

"Master~ are you up?" The dark elf quickly approached, and she came to Ryan's side.

"Well, I'm up, what's the matter?"

"The Templar Mr. Alfred is back. You made an appointment with him to have dinner and then go to the hot springs together." The dark elf whispered: "Master, Mr. Alfred is here. He is on the second floor. I’ll wait for you in the reception room.”

"You should call him Knight Commander now." Ryan smiled: "He has become Templar Commander. The Justice Church headquarters has sent a whole team of paladins, a team of ascetics and a dozen Templar knights. Help him build Freya’s ancient church district here.”

"It makes no difference to me, Master." The dark elf shook his head, and his long black hair exuded a faint fragrance.

"By the way, Orica, I have a gift for you." Something suddenly sounded from Ryan, and he reached out and opened the drawer made of fine cherry wood: "I guarantee you will be surprised!"

"What does the master want to give me?" Sure enough, the dark elf said with some anticipation. She walked over with little stars in her eyes.

"Dang Dang Dang!" Ryan took out a large box decorated with gems from the drawer. The Duke said with a smirk: "They are ten pairs of pantyhose! The best unicorn velvet pantyhose! White, gray, flesh color, brown color Like black, this newly developed product has better softness and skin-adhering properties! It has a gorgeous texture, good hand feel and is very elastic! Here it is for you, Orika!"

"...Master, you are really hopeless!" The little stars in the dark elf's eyes disappeared. She looked at Ryan sideways, paused for three seconds, and then the smile on her face became even brighter: "Do you know, Master? , if a man made such a nasty joke to me in Nagaros, I would definitely cut him up with a dagger, and then soak him in a pool of blood to make a specimen!"

"Uh..." The smile on Ryan's face froze, and he suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing from below.

"But for the sake of the master, I accepted it." The dark elf still took the box from Ryan's hand: "Go quickly, master."

"Okay, let me hear it. Ah Fu has encountered those problems. This kid coming to me now must be in trouble."

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