The patients who left from the headquarters of the Free Chamber of Commerce were excited to find that they had recovered.
These people described the king to others with a level of respect and affection they had never had before.
The king's attendants in red cloaks walked into the streets of Kothsoya while others who were not able to participate in the ceremony were envious. This time, they received an unprecedented welcome. People flock to these executors of the king's will to receive from them rose coins tied to white ribbons.
There were even daring girls who squeezed into the crowd, stood on tiptoe, and dropped a thankful kiss on the face of the young king's attendant.
This was absolutely impossible before!
In the past, people shunned the king's entourage like tigers, either trembling with fear or full of resentment. How could there be such a scene full of respect and love.
The king's attendant was distributing rose coins in a serious and serious manner, and suddenly received such preferential treatment, the coins in his hands were hanging in the air. There was a momentary blankness on his face, and then he blushes red like the cloak on his body. Seeing this scene, the people around him let out good-natured laughter.
Light and happy, these things that people dared not hope for have returned to Cossoa.
As precious as the plague is fading away, that's all.
Beautiful and peaceful.
General Sheehan stood behind the street-facing window, watching the crowd roar.
He watched the soldiers who had been feared by his men in the past being greeted cordially by the people, watched the cold-hearted young men show all kinds of shy embarrassment in the face of enthusiasm, watched people spontaneously organized a parade, and they waved to find All the streamers of , shouting over and over again "The glory of the rose bless Kosthoa" and "God bless the king".
General Sheehan couldn't help but also smiled.
"God bless my king."
He restrained himself and followed the joyous procession, holding up the rose coin tied on a white ribbon in his hand.
As the procession passed an inn, a wandering painter temporarily living in Cossoa leaned out of the window.
Inspiration burst into his mind, and his whole body shuddered. After waiting for the parade to leave, the destitute painter quickly set up his drawing board.
He wants to remember all this!
The moment the brush fell on the cloth, the wandering painter knew what the painting should be named after—
"The King and His City".
With his quick strokes on the canvas, this painting broke all painting traditions since the "Return of the Holy Spirit".
He wants on this canvas, there is no god to sympathize with the world, no Holy Spirit to transcend the world, and no angel to guide the world. He wanted the sky above the city covered with dark clouds to break through the clouds, the roses of the nation's will to bloom, and the people to follow the king's messenger, with sincere smiles on everyone's faces.
He wants to make "mortals" the protagonists of art.
…
"You succeeded."
Charles stood by the window with the King, smiling gently, with a hint of pride in his tone.
Kothsoa is a port city where no kings have ever been stationed before. After the ceremony, the king rested temporarily in the first residence of Kosthoa, which was once owned by the Goros family. Once the wealthiest family on the southeastern coast, the mansion of Goros is luxurious.
The king is also looking out over the city he owns.
After completing a wonderful performance, the crows transformed by the plague doctors were scattered all over the city, and a large number of plague doctors quickly cleaned up the plague in the whole city. This cooperated with the behavior of the king ordering people to issue rose coins, and the result that the king wanted was achieved.
From today, in this city, the rose coat of arms will take precedence over the cross in people's hearts.
With such a great achievement, there was no smile on the king's face.
People cheered enthusiastically, but he didn't smile.
Charles sighed in his heart, becoming more and more aware of his own godson's temperament. He is terribly awake and terribly calm, and he will not be fooled by the appearance of victory. Such a person's eyes will always fall further afield.
While ordinary people are cheering for success, as the person who dominates 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, and after secret interrogation by Captain Hawkins, he got some key information - there were instigators behind Kathani's actions, and they reached a deal with Kathani Kingdom. a secret agreement.
Although I didn't directly ask who the instigator was from the mouth, I guessed it.
The shadow here is exactly the same as the shadow of Legrand's split: the Holy Court.
"The Holy See wants to establish a kingdom," the king said slowly, thinking about something. "It should be soon."
"Are you sure?" Charles was taken aback, and his expression suddenly became serious, "The Holy Court founded the country."
Just reading this sentence once, Charles felt the breath of blood and rain blowing towards his face, as if he saw the endless smoke of war.
The king nodded slightly.
This is the judgment drawn from the Cossoaia incident.
The Black Death did not infect Legrand, which was definitely a dangerous signal for the Holy See, but instead of intervening directly, they took a detour and used Qahtani to cause a plague in the southeast and cause unrest .
Why do you want to do this
Because their main strength must be put on Blasey at this time, and if they want to build 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 there was no response from the Holy Court on the surface, but the Qahtani incident showed that the Holy Court was by no means unresponsive, but had a bigger plot.
"This is just the beginning."
The king whispered, leaning against the railing against the wind.
Charles was silent for a moment: "Work for you, Your Majesty."
The king smiled slightly as he looked at a crow that flew past his vision.
There was one more thing he didn't say.
Even this time, hell did play an important role in the solution of the plague, but the king did not relax his vigilance.
—On the contrary, he is more concerned about the connection between the Rose Royal Family, the devil, and hell.
Whether it is the Duke of Buckingham or the former Templar Commander, and even Charles, they are no strangers to the devil and the power from hell.
Hell is restricted, the Holy Court controls the earth, 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. It is a ridiculous joke to say "trust" in this cooperation. The two sides just have their own goals and use each other.
This is a political norm.
However, there is one thing.
The king felt that the relationship between Hell and the Rose Royal Family was not as simple as cooperating in the face of a common enemy. The devil's contract with him is not a simple soul contract.
He was making guesses in his mind, but needed more clues.
In a trance, the sky has dimmed.
With the cold wind blowing across his face, the king looked at the dark night and asked in a low voice, "Is it on such a night?"
Charles was slightly taken aback, 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's the kind of night.
Qahtani's plague ship tossed the corpse into the city, and Volway's pirates bravely sailed out of the port to meet the plague ship. The Rose Riders searched for all the corpses.
"Come on, take me to see where they fought."
said the king softly.
Charles glanced at the sky and wanted to dissuade him.
The king saw what he meant.
"They fought for me and died for me," he said lightly. "Go."
Charles bowed deeply: "Thank you for Walway's brother."
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port.
The wind was so strong that the man's cloak rolled up. The king stood quietly on the shore, looking at the sea under the night, the night tide on the sea was undulating, and the water was as dark as ink.
"Where are their tombstones?"
the king asked.
"No tombstone." Charles stood beside the king, his blue eyes staring at the sea he was familiar with, "No tombstone, Your Majesty."
Pirates are not as happy as people think.
They are free, but more often they have to endure the cramped space and poor living conditions on board during long voyages. While they were free, they were also destined to be expelled from the land and unable to go ashore to drink. Few live long pirates, and most pirates end in disease, sword, or gallows.
The Volvo Pirates are no exception.
But unlike ordinary pirates, their love for the sea is ingrained in their bones.
Therefore, after the death of the pirate Walway, his brothers would only send him to the sea. He was born in the sea and slept in the sea after his death.
This is their home.
"There's one thing I think they want you to know," said Charles mildly. "You gave them respect, and they served you. Dying for Legrand's glory was a choice they made, and the pair It's an unprecedented happy ending for them."
"Take me to where they sleep."
After listening to the king, he was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice.
The springboard was lowered from the ghost ship docked in the dock, and the king stepped aboard.
In the Plague of Kothsoya, the Volway Pirates suffered the most casualties. Except for the three ghost ships and one hell to make the people on board, the rest of the Clippers' pirates died two-thirds.
Some of them may have had a drink on the same boat as their father. Are there some of them who regard him as a brother's child and are 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 jumped up subconsciously, trying hard to give the king a standard salute. Kingdom Dynasty they nodded.
Watching the king go to the bow accompanied by mate Charles, an old oarsman muttered to himself, "It looks like it."
The ghost ship traveled to the place where the naval battle took place that day, and this was the burial place chosen by the pirates of Volway. Buried in the place where they won, these pirates have extraordinary pride, and perhaps it is because of this pride that they can become the most famous pirates at sea.
"They will be remembered."
The king gazed at the sea that engulfed his soldiers, and said as promised.
"I trust you."
Charles replied.
There were footsteps behind him, the king turned his head, and the witch in the pointed hat saluted him. After raising her head, the witch stared at the king with deep eyes.
"I want to ask you one thing, Your Majesty."
said the witch.