"Please come this way, Your Majesty."
The warden of Metzl respectfully guided the king. He was a young man, and this was the first time he saw Legrand's most honorable person, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement.
Metzl Prison is located in the capital, and the environment is much better than Mern Tower, where the Duke of Buckingham was once imprisoned. Although the air is slightly cloudy, at least the hygiene is clean - of course, there must be some credit for temporary overtime.
After the "talents" the king wanted to see were found by the Gru family, they were escorted to the capital prison in Metzl Castle.
That's right, the Capital Prison.
Because these guys are more or less carrying so many crimes. They are all guys who deal with evil characters such as devils and witches in the eyes of ordinary people. Some of these people were accused of "defilement of corpses", some were accused of worshipping witches, and some were accused of preparing poisonous potions...
All in all, they're people who should be burned at the stake.
"Get up! Slackers and bastards!"
The warden led the king all the way to the innermost cell, and the young man who wished to stretch his waist to a ruler along the way saw the situation in the old cell, and his face instantly turned gloomy.
He stepped forward quickly, scolding, trying to clear the situation before the king saw it.
But the king has seen the situation in the cell clearly.
There are seven people in total, and they are concentrated in a large cell, some leaning lazily against the wall, some curled up in a ball on the cold floor, some facing the wall with a contemplative look... All seem to have some problems.
"His Majesty."
The House Chief reminded in a low voice.
"The crimes they are charged with involve insanity, and are likely to have been exchanged for evil."
The king who sold his soul to the devil himself made a single voice and made no statement.
"Open the door."
The House Chief was helpless to carry out the king's willful orders.
After General Sheen chose to be loyal to the king a few days ago, the negotiating mission returned to Metzl Castle smoothly.
The house chief was almost speechless at the first glance of the king. He knelt on the ground and his lips trembled for a long time, and no one could understand what he said. In the end, the king let him go away with a blank expression and deal with the affairs that had accumulated in the palace during this period of time.
—My dear Mr. Steward, Mr. Duke has been taking care of you for too long. You know what to do.
—Yes, Your Majesty.
The gratification of the house chief lasted only a few days before he was defeated by the king's strange demands.
Holy Lord! His Majesty actually wanted to come to such a dirty place in person.
The House Chief felt a familiar, faint powerlessness.
The cell door opened, and the shackled men also stood up under the warden's whip. The king looked at them, and they looked at the notorious tyrant. They temper their arrogance a little, and geniuses—or lunatics—have some kind of intuition about their own kind.
They could vaguely sense that the young king who stepped into the prison had an equally dangerous aura.
The Director of Internal Affairs of the Dynasty extended his hand, and the Director of Internal Affairs handed over several files to him.
"It's a pleasure to see you here, not at the stake." The king smiled and opened the files. "I think you must think you must die?"
"Are you willing to let us go?"
A tall and thin middle-aged man in sackcloth spoke.
The king noticed that his fingers were thin and long.
"Can a person who feels he must die can be so calm? With the talent and spirit of the gentlemen who are willing to dedicate their lives to science, maybe later poets will write a few more hymns for you?" "Oh, Mr. Jacob, you've autopsied your newly buried neighbors three times... God, why are you so obsessed with your neighbors? Wouldn't it be better to replace the corpses in the wild?"
"Because they have just been buried and the bodies have not yet decayed, the blood vessel structure can be seen more clearly."
Speaking of this, the face of the middle-aged man known as "Jacob" showed a frenzy on his face.
"Oh, so you were charged one last time with killing your landlady."
"I didn't kill her!" The crazy anatomist was angry, "She was already dead at that time! But I think blood can still circulate in the blood vessels when people just die... Damn, only a little bit! Only a little bit me A complete picture of the blood circulation of the heart can be drawn.”
"So when the landlord's wife's son arrived, he saw you leaning over his mother, poor man, he fainted when he saw his mother's belly cut open."
The king said lightly.
"His mother is dead, and the life sciences will continue," replied the mad anatomist nonchalantly.
The warden turned pale and almost vomited. The house chief glanced at the king, guessed what His Majesty meant, and let him go out first.
"Okay, you were thrown in jail for granted." The king turned over the file. "Next... You are accused of killing the carpenter's daughter. Mr. Apothecary."
"I was saving her. I think there are things that can affect human life in places that we can't see... The ointment that the goddamn stupid doctor used to cure her is more dirty than a stinky gutter. Dirty! Look at the ointment he's using - new-born puppy, lily oil, turpentine and earthworms[1]... God! Does that idiot think he's cooking Easter dinner?" The teacher kept talking and scolded.
"So you sneaked into Miss Elijah's room, threw away her ointment, and tried to pour her a potion?"
"Yes, I was saving her."
Pharmacist stressed.
"Okay, you are justified in being convicted of murder as well as rape. Come on, next good gentleman."
As the chief of the house looked more and more ugly, and wanted more and more to beg the king to hurry up and throw these guys at the stake, the king asked everyone one by one.
The seven people are:
An anatomist who is obsessed with dissecting his neighbors, a pharmacist who hates all idiots, a doctor who tries to open a human brain with a knife, two chemists who work together on gunpowder to cause fires, and a The architect of the townspeople's plan, the king, thought he should work with the two chemists, one for persuasion and two for setting fires.
The last one is an astrologer - which is really rare.
According to what the king had learned from the former Templars, all the astrologers should have joined the Holy Court.
But when the king turned around and found that he was using the cross as a measuring tool, he understood why this guy dared not cross the Abyss Strait.
After collecting the entire area directly under Legrand, only seven people were found. According to the king's idea, this is still too few.
However, the "talents" that the Gru family were looking for far exceeded this number, but after being screened out by the Duke of Buckingham at the request of the king, there were only seven people left.
The rest were thrown on the guillotine.
"You are all great."
The king closed the file and gave a sincere compliment.
"In every sense of the word. Should I say genius and lunatic always go hand in hand? Gentlemen."
"Thank you for your compliment, Your Majesty."
The pharmacist accepted the king's compliment without any guilt.
Judging by the expressions on the other people's faces, they also seemed to feel that they deserved it.
The king applauded them: "Excellent, gentlemen. So, one question, are you willing to prove to the world that you are geniuses and not lunatics?"
"What do you mean?"
Even in prison, the architect, who is still trying to keep himself neat, asks - his obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness seem to be quite serious.
"It's a very simple thing." The king said briskly, "I'm a little interested in the 'truth' you speak of, and now you have a chance to live, which is to prove to me that what you insist on is correct... how? Like? Do you think you are right or wrong?"
"The truth does not lie, and the goddess of knowledge and wisdom enlighten me."
The architect answered categorically - he was still a heretic.
"Then soon someone will take you out of here, and you'll have bright, spacious rooms—what you call laboratories. There are as many corpses as you want to dissect, as many minerals as you want to get. ...but how do you prove to me the truth of your ideas?"
The king raised his head slightly, as if thinking about something.
He was good-looking and noble, like a bastard who could throw countless gold pounds into the water and hear the sound.
"That's it," said the King in a consultative tone, "a really accurate map of the human anatomy, a report on what the microbes that cause disease are, a city plan that's adequate and actionable—I need it to change those A messy sewage system, a gunpowder that can at least make you escape, a celestial body diagram. How about you, gentlemen, are you stupid or genius?"
In the king's slightly contemptuous, mocking tone, the seven took up the king's challenge.
The king glanced at the chief of the interior.
The Director of Internal Affairs called in the warden and told him that someone would come to take them later.
"I hope your research goes well."
The king smiled and bid farewell to the seven "geniuses".
"After all... if you lose, you really have to sacrifice your life for science."
There was something bad in his smile.
After that, the seven people who were taken out of the prison understood the meaning of the king's last words.
They came to a house of astonishing size, but the Royal Praetorian Guards sealed off the house. Most importantly -
At the front door of the house, there was a row of stakes.
Seven, one more and one less.
…
On the way to the residence of the seven "geniuses", they passed the towers of Metzl Castle.
The Duke of Buckingham and the Queen Mother of Illinois sit in the tower of the palace. The two looked down from the high windows and saw this scene.
Illinois is now the captain of the palace's hidden secrets - this is not the Duke of Buckingham's personal revenge, but her final choice. She can't walk into the light right now, so she is willing to stand in the shadows and guard her children.
After they passed, the two returned to the tower table and sat down.
The Duke of Buckingham speaks to the Queen Mother of Illinois about the King's trip to prison.
The Queen Mother of Illinois sat opposite the Duke of Buckingham, looking at a knife in her hand.
The arc knife that the king used to kill Grand Duke Grace.
The Duke of Buckingham got it from the king at her request.
The Queen Mother gently stroked the handle of the knife, and saw the Duke of Buckingham look complicated - he was used to seeing this man's madness, or the violent blood before.
"His iron cavalry will roll up the wind, his ship will be woven into a net, and he will be the king of the world." The queen slowly drew out her long knife. "You don't have to tell me what he did, you just tell me what he needs."
She had watched her children die in front of her time and time again, and there was nothing she could do.
But everything is different now.
She was able to cut thorns and thorns for her child, and she could also shelter her child from the wind and rain. She was finally able to stretch out her shoulders, and when he fully grew up, she could support the sky shrouded in dark clouds for him.
How about housing a few lunatics
Those lunatics don't obey orders, so she will try the knife with the heads of those lunatics.
Her child, what he does is right and proper.
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"I don't quite understand, Your Majesty." The House Chief followed the King, walking through the prison, "What are you planning to do with them?"
"I'm going to have them form an Academy of Sciences."
said the king.
He took a few steps forward, and found that the House Chief was not following. He turned his head and saw that the Chief of Internal Affairs was looking at him with a very strange expression.
"Are you serious?"
Although it was considered offensive, the House Chief couldn't help but ask.
Holy lord, what kind of guys are those? ! An academy of lunatics and perverts? What kind of academy is that? Madman Academy
Before the Academy of Mad Men was formed, the House Chief felt that he was going crazy first. The thinking between him and His Majesty seems to be a whole Legrand's territory.
"Don't be so nervous." The king didn't seem to see the interior manager's collapsed look. "It's just an attempt. If they can't prove that they are geniuses and not lunatics, then they can only start with the Royal Academy."
What to start with? To destroy those old schoolboys
The House Chief seemed to see the tragedy that fell on the Royal Academy.
In fact, the king originally wanted to start with the Royal Academy.
The Black Death was just a few months away, and the king didn't pin all his hopes on the devil. And even if the devil can really solve this disaster, what about the next time? Relying on external forces will only lead to more serious consequences. What the king hopes is to be able to prevent from the root causes and solve these problems.
This is not an easy task, it takes time, courage and trying.
The king can know some general directions, but he is a king, not a doctor or a sex researcher. Naturally, he cannot do everything himself, and there are more things to do than to study one or two human structures. The king makes a decision.
For example, Legrand is like a huge ship. The king is the one who decides the ship's travel. What he has to do is to make macroscopic changes and adjustments, to decide which old things on the ship should be replaced, and the direction of the ship's travel. How to adjust. As for how to replace the more subtle screws, and how to specifically build a replacement board... that needs to be done by the people below.
Knowing what to do and what not to do is a qualified king.
During the conversation, the king and the house chief walked to another cell.
The guy held inside caught the king's attention—his room looked extra comfortable.
"That's Dunadi Gurus."
The house chief noticed the king's gaze and explained.
"Gu Rus... I remember he was the president of the Five Harbors Alliance Brotherhood, and the current Five Harbors Alliance seems to be headed by him." The king stood in front of the cell, watching the guy inside shouting on the comfortable straw Hu Dasleep, "Is this his son?"
"Bastard. It was he who robbed the royal family's merchant ship last time."
The Director of Internal Affairs was about to call out to the Warden and scold him.
The king stopped the housekeeper and went straight on. Bribery is the norm in prisons. As the oldest member of the Five-Hong Kong Alliance, the Guros family naturally has the abundant financial strength to reach out to Metzl's prison and scold a warden for nothing.
"Your Majesty, the Five Harbors Alliance has been restless recently." The House Chief kept up with the king, "Do you want to warn them?"
"On the contrary." The king smiled meaningfully. "I hope they can do something."
"Are you..." The House Chief looked carefully at the king, "Are you persecuting them on purpose?"
"There's no reason to pack up if there's no excuse, isn't there?"
The king asked back.
Of course, the king deliberately hung up the Five-Port Alliance.
Don't forget how poor the royal family is. If the Five-Hong Kong Alliance is willing to cooperate 100% with the king's next reforms, then it is not a bad idea. However, this is impossible. The Five-Hong Kong Alliance has existed for too long. They are dazzled by the glory of the past, and they have lost their minds because of the huge interests.
"Aren't you worried that they will link up with other nobles and cause new turmoil?"
The Director of Internal Affairs took the risk of speaking out, expressing his concerns.
After returning to the Rose Palace, he suddenly found that more people were loyal to the king. This gave the loyal and loyal house manager a rare sense of crisis as the king's first subordinate. For this reason, during this time, he was as busy as a spinning top, not only filling in the gaps in his absence from the palace life before, but also actively paying attention to all the news of Legrand right now.
The preparations for the king's purge during this period were naturally within his scope of attention.
The Director of Internal Affairs is worried that if there is any change in this joint Five-Port Alliance, it will cause a chain reaction.
"No. It's not like that, Mr. Manager." The king didn't get angry. He continued to walk along the icy stone path with a bit of sarcasm, "The Five Harbors Alliance has been rooted in the southeast for too long, and they are too arrogant. So much so that they forgot to be cautious at first. They even forgot to give other people a sip of soup."
"Look."
The king chuckled lightly.
"If the Five-Port Alliance is in trouble, there will be many people who try to replace it, not people who will help it. There are too many people who are eyeing such a big piece of fat."
There was an eerie sarcasm in the king's words.
He sees so many things so clearly that he always speaks with a casual feeling.
"Contact Angel." The king ordered calmly, "They have been poor for a long time, and they want to be involved in this matter even more."
Anger State has many mountains, which means that they have rich forest resources. If the king is willing to bid and relax some terms for them in some aspects, he would be very happy to provide buildings for the king if he wanted to come to Anger State. The wood needed for the castle can even act as an escort.
"You sound ready."
The house chief was a little shocked when he heard this, and couldn't help but exclaimed.
The king reached an agreement with the state of Anger before the civil strife was settled. At that time, the king only borrowed the cavalry of the state of Anger. But who would have thought that the king might have set his sights on the timber resources of the Anger Mountains as early as that time
The king smiled.
A loyalty, a peace of war, a cavalry, just want to exchange the status of the free people from the king? Don't get me wrong, the king is not so generous. Before General Edmund of Anger State reminded the king of the contract, the king was already thinking about how to obtain greater benefits from Anger State.
The knight commander's familiarity with the kingdom of Anger is the basis for the king's plan.
Facts have proved that the king's early thinking is not in vain, isn't it useful now
The king made his way up step by step along the gloomy stone steps of the prison.
He wore delicate black boots studded with ornate gems, whose sides twinkled as the king moved. The king took every step firmly and powerfully, and looking at his back from behind, it was like a blade that never went forward.
"In January, the five-port alliance merchant ship refused to be searched by the customs governor."
"In February, wool was smuggled in a sub-city of the Five-Hong Kong Alliance."
"In March, the Guros family of the Five-Port Alliance ordered ships to attack passing ships."
"In April, Shardshire merchant ships passed through the port of Cossoaia and were detained without lowering their flags."[2]
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"In September, the Five-Port Alliance teamed up with Grice to smuggle the heavy cavalry of Gulund."
"In October, the Five Harbors Alliance joined the Rose's Change."
The king's voice grew colder, his tone steady, but rage brewed beneath the calm ice.
The Alliance of Five Harbors may not know what they've done - they made a king with a surprisingly good memory completely murderous. Everything they did, stroke by stroke, the king remembered clearly.
"The uncrowned king of sea and commerce?"
The king gave a low laugh.
The laughter hides something chilling.
With a clear sound, the black boots stepped on the last step, the king raised his head, his eyes swept across the earth covered with thick white snow, and the cold wind whistled.
"Where is the second emperor in my land?"
The king stepped up the last step without hesitation, and he stepped out of the shadows. The sun fell on him all at once,
The cold wind whistled, and the king's brows and eyes were illuminated as if with dazzling light.
The scarlet royal robe announced the decision of the Jagged Emperor.
The throne of the Rose family stands on the land of Legrand, so there can only be one will and one voice on the land of Legrand, then only one kind of flag can be hung on ships going to and from the Abyss Strait.
Archduke Grice tried to step on the throne, eventually staining the king's robes with blood.
Now, the king is determined to let the old ship of the Five-Port Alliance, the "uncrowned king of the sea", sink into the Abyss Strait.
The throne cannot be challenged!
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Congrats to the little king for having an inter-era... Madman Academy (?)