"Do you really believe that you can conquer the imperial city?" Gideon asked. "Morey almost certainly knows that Stephen's ground forces are coming, and he will wait for it to arrive."
"We know this fact, Gideon," Bonnister said. "However, although the real occupation of the city will be huge, we hope to at least weaken the army Morey has formed. Our sources indicate that he is entrusting many people from outside the Nord Kingdom to fight for him."
"Pagan tribe in Outland?" Gideon asked.
""No one else, they are very willing to fight. Morey hired slaves to help them pay for their services. In addition, many people joined Morey's army because they were bewitched by the devil. "
"How much do you know about demons?" Fan Fan asked.
"Most people think they are myths, but I am very familiar with Morey's way and his invisible allies," Bonnister said. "This army is getting stronger and stronger, and it may surpass what King Stephen had assembled for the war. army."
"They will also be defeated," Fan Fan said.
"What do you mean?" Bonnister asked.
"Those people on the boat are not slaves," Fan Fan said. He was worried about this part of the truth, but obviously, Gideon trusted the captain. "Yesterday I found the giant in the cabin."
"Giant?" Gideon asked.
"I think so," Fan Fan said. "It was dark at the time, so I'm not sure how many."
Bonnister looked at his plate for a while, and a piece of bread tore between his hands. When he looked up, the expression on his face was the most serious expression Fan Fan has seen so far.
"This brings me to another question, boy, I want a direct answer," Bonnister said. "How did you get on that ship and sent her to the bottom of the sea?"
Fan Fan looked at Gideon again, he nodded approvingly, and Fan Fan continued. "Somehow, I have the ability to enter the realm of the jīng god from the material world. I have just begun to understand how it works, but yesterday I entered the realm of the jīng god and fought against the demons on the slave ship. There are these giants in the cargo hold. Hundreds, when I attacked a giant in the dark, some demons came out to attack me."
Van Fan's story surprised both Captain Bonnister and Gideon.
He said: "The demons seem to be trying to protect the giant from me." If anyone is afraid of a fourteen-year-old farm boy, I feel embarrassed, but the truth remains the same. "The devil surrounded me and blocked my escape route. When I realized that these giants were going to fight for Morey, I knew I had to destroy them. So, I cut the hull and let the water do the rest. , And at the same time I returned to the Maistrom."
"I saw you reappear on the deck then?" Gideon said.
"Yes, but when I returned to the real world, I felt so weak that I couldn't even stand up," Fan Fan explained.
Bonnister almost dropped his chin. "Maybe this kind of going from one level of existence to another requires more effort than you think," he suggested. Fanfan has been expecting the captain to laugh at him and announce that he is a lunatic, but he seems to have accepted the truth calmly.
"You mean you really believe me?" Fan Fan asked.
"I know it was not my artillery team," he said in fact. Bonnister leaned on the back of the chair, one arm hanging over the back of the chair. "Besides, Fan Fan, I know many things that Almighty God has done in this world, and I can neither explain nor deny it. Let’s put it this way, I have learned enough in my time to know that Satan’s When is the hand moving."
Van Fan smiled, Captain Bonnister, the former pirate, obviously a man of great faith, someone knocked on the door, "Come in, Cook," Bonnister said.
The chef on the boat walked into the room with a wooden service car. On the roof of the car was a covered plate made of sterling silver. The chef pushed it to the edge of the table. The captain sat there and opened it. Under the lid of the dome, there is a roasted pig. The meat is covered with rich sauce and it smells absolutely mouth-watering.
The captain put a bite of hot roast pork into his mouth. He had to close his eyes and taste the sweet smoky taste. "The cook," he mused, "I won't trade him for ten boxes of treasures. Box."
Fan Fan and Gideon laughed before tasting the sweet meat. While Fan Fan was chewing on something, Bonnister looked at him thoughtfully, "Fan Fan, I don’t want you and my other Members share your talents. They are superstitious. I don’t want to distract them. We will enter the battle in two days. I need them to have their wisdom."
"I understand, sir," Fan Fan said.
Bonnister smiled, grabbed his glass of fruit drink, and held it high. "Then, let us toast the young Fanfan's conquest, and may we be able to enjoy many others who like it!"
Fanfan and Gideon raised their cups and added toasts. It feels good to enjoy a relaxing moment, let the pressure fade away, and they all know that the war will return in the morning.
The demon Jericho was sitting on the edge of the highest tower of the king's palace, arched. He sat quietly like a stone statue, as cold as a white stone under his feet. With his unblinking eyes, the yellow rainbow circle surrounds a deep black pond, watching the training exercises on the green fields hundreds of meters away.
Thousands of people are armed with swords, rods, axes and spears, preparing to welcome the coming army of King Stephen of Welland. Hundreds of archers surrounded the interior of the white granite walls on both sides of the palace. They hit the rectangular straw target with portraits of people painted on them—training them to kill.
Jericho saw the demons under his command disappear among the soldiers. They were there to incite hatred in the hearts of Morey's people, making them more ferocious than a single person. Everything went according to plan—his plan.
The devil turned his gaze down, and Morey also watched the soldiers from the balcony overlooking the yard. When the Jericho looked at the Conqueror, he did not look at him with love. As far as he is concerned, mankind should not be punished more than contempt for mankind. Even the devil knights created by the devil are regarded as tools by these fallen angels—useful but still low-race people.
Morey lives under a false assumption that he controls the demons who work with him. Jericho knew this very well. He was the one who misled this hypothesis, supporting it with everyone who succumbed to Lord Morey's humiliation.
He always tells himself that this is a means to an end. Morey and his kind are a means of subordination of mankind and of the fallen to the supremacy. It should be, he thought. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)