"Can I speak to you alone? Your Majesty."
Charles frowned.
The witch did not look at Charles, but just stared at the king silently.
"Of course." The king raised his hand to interrupt Charles, who was about to say something, "I'd love to."
Charles sighed helplessly, glanced at the witch, and bowed out of here. Only the king and the witch were left on the bow.
"It looks like Charles should be able to guess what you're trying to say." The king glanced at the dark purple at the end of the witch's eyes, and the pale face of the witch Greera matched the ghost ship very well, as if she was a ghost ship in the legend. Ghost, "What would you like to ask for? Miss Greila."
"A help. A help that only you can do."
The witch answered, and her voice had an air of emptiness.
"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'."
Following the witch's words, a dark green rose vine suddenly appeared on the railing of the ghost ship. The witch put her hands on the vines and folded her hands together. The thin strips of the vines in her palms grew into a small flower bone at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, under the king's eyes, the crimson rose bloomed.
This 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 tacit understanding with Lady 'Jenny'?"
Following the king's words, the bow swayed slightly, just like a child snorted unhappily.
The witch plucked the blooming rose: "Sorry, 'Jenny' prefers to be called Miss. She's still a little girl."
The king understood.
He heard the devil say that these alchemical half-life ships have their own consciousness, and now it seems that this consciousness is almost no different from that of human beings, and it also has its own temper.
"Hawkins said that you are very keen." 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 is connected with the ghost ship, and I often control it. The person on the ghost ship is actually me, and I can work with Jenny to bring out more of her power."
Both Charles and Hawkins had mentioned to the king that there was no way for witches to leave the ghost ship.
It seems to be because of this.
"If you want to be able to 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, not here. Every pirate in Walway has a contract with at least one ghost ship."
The sails of the 'Jenny' ghost ship moved without wind, as if responding to the witch's words.
"I have read some records in ancient books. If the contract signed is old enough, then special means can be used to use the contract to retrieve the contracter's soul and summon him back in the form of a ghost." The witch looked at Sea, "I asked them about the chance to come back in ghost form...and they were looking forward to it and happy."
"You want to summon 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 complicated and complicated. I need a long preparation, and I may need your help in the future."
"It shouldn't be easy for you." The king said calmly, "You cherish your companions enough to move all poets."
"I was the one who should have been burned at the stake. 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—to exchange such a help to you, if you see it."
The king showed his first faint smile tonight: "I'm very happy that you are a member of the Pirates of the Walway. My godfather and Mr. Hawkins have been assisted by you for many years, Miss Greila."
"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, this is also one of my responsibilities."
Click, click, click.
The cheerful sound of the wood slamming sounded, and the two wooden boards at the bow jumped up automatically and collided with each other, simulating the action of human applause.
"Looks like our Miss Jenny agrees with me too." A new rose rose from the railing, rubbed against the king's hand, and swayed. The king obeyed and folded it down. He held up the red rose and smiled at the witch, "Then ask Miss Greila to work harder in the next days."
"I will, Your Majesty."
The witch bent down deeply, and this "Your Majesty" was more solemn than before.
By the time she got up, the king had turned and left.
"This is not your place to live. I think..." Guo Dynasty walked in the direction where Charles left, his voice was sent by the night wind, "This is you, the home of all the Walway brothers."
The witch was stunned.
She joined the Pirates of Walway late.
By the time she became a member of Walway, William III had already died. She only heard some of their babble from the mouths of the pirates. Before, she could not understand why Hawkins, Charles and the others were willing to come all the way to fight a fierce battle as soon as they received the letter from the Duke of Buckingham.
But now, looking at the king's back, she seemed to understand something.
On the railing, a rose bud appeared again, and the bud rubbed against the witch's handwriting, as if expressing her approval of the king.
…
The king soon learned more about how self-conscious the "living ship" was.
"Fuck! Jenny, I haven't offended you recently!"
When a pirate with a piece of black cloth tied diagonally went to collect the rope, he stepped on the deck, and there was a small hole in the deck. The unlucky Mr. Pirate stepped into the hole and got stuck in the air.
The wine jar that was thrown on the deck at will with a "bang" sounded twice and rolled in front of him.
"I made you laugh, Jenny's childish temper."
Charles sighed helplessly.
Walway has three ghost ships, one is stingy, the other loves to fight, and the 'Jenny' the king is on board now loves mischief. Sometimes, Charles wondered if it was because they had an out-of-tune captain, so that even the Nether Ship was not very in-tune.
… That hellish ship had a good temper, and was keen to steal the crew's things. Every few days, pirates would go to the cabin to find their own wine 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 dismissed the idea of speaking to stop 'Jenny'.
Anyway, these guys are not stuck on the deck once or twice. It is more important to make the king feel lighter.
The black cloth pirates didn't know what their elegant and fair first mate thought, and shouted bitterly: "Jenny! I was wrong! I don't dare to throw the jar casually again!"
He shouted twice, and then took the initiative to promise that he would 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 dumbfounded on the spot.
—The king and Charles were standing not far away, watching their side.
The black cloth pirate stood at attention, straightened his waist, and tried to pretend that nothing happened.
"Clean the deck well, sir."
The king smiled and passed him with Charles.
Black cloth pirate: ... ah!
…
Blaise Kingdom.
The Pope's motorcade had entered the territory of Blasey's kingdom and was heading towards Blasey's capital.
The white and gold carriages are spacious and luxurious, and the sacred cross is engraved on the hanging curtains. Around the carriage were fully armed temple knights, and their armor had dark patterns on the front and back of the cross, and those dark patterns faintly flashed a faint luster.
The Pope's journey was not fast.
Not only the temple knights, but also a group of temple priests came with them. The route of the Holy Court personnel does not avoid the places where the plague broke out. If they encounter people infected by the plague on the road, these temple priests who rarely appear in front of the world will take action to treat them.
In the light of the holy cross, the sick were brought back to life.
The capital of Blaisey, Azaly Castle.
"… The Holy Spirit descended brilliantly, and the gods saved those who were pious."
Ferry III put the letter full of praise on the table heavily, and he read out a paragraph from the letter.
General Carl sat solemnly beside the new King Blaise.
"A good solution to the Black Death, our good Pope." At first glance, there was a smile in Ferry III's gray eyes, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes at all, "Where is he here to crown me, He clearly came to crown himself."
"His Majesty."
General Carl did not say anything like "be careful with words". He has also felt the aggressiveness of the Pope's line.
The Black Death was spreading across the land of Blaisey, and before that it wasn't much of a problem. Because everywhere is dying, everyone is dying, nobility and pauper—and the priest is no exception. But since the papal embassy from the Holy See arrived in Blasey, everything has changed.
Temple priests healed many sick along the way, which they claimed was the will of the gods.
They announced to the world that the Black Death was the Lord's punishment for the sins that prevailed in the world. They uphold the will of the Lord to forgive those who have been pious.
This kind of argument quickly spread on the land of Blasey, except for Blasey's own religious roots, Ferry III didn't have to think about it, those nobles who were greedy for life and fear of death expressed their loyalty to the Holy Court, so as to maintain it in the face of the plague I am afraid that his aloof privileged status would like to become the Pope's lackey.
They did a great job of propaganda.
"What are you going to do?" asked General Carl.
"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 Carl.
"Legrand."
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