"For God's sake, Your Majesty."
When the Duke of Leicester accompanied Orsis through the promenade, his face was as bad as the weather outside. In the humid air, his mood was like rotten fruit, falling into the swamp.
"I have to tell you that I see danger signs."
Like the Gray family ring, it's the same red as blood. He sincerely hoped that that little ring was just an accident.
"I'm glad you are so cautious and energetic, if you can put them all into military preparations." Orsis replied, his tone was not harsh, but there was a sense of banning the topic.
The Duke of Leicester immediately stopped talking and closed his mouth.
At the same time, he was slightly relieved.
Well... the Duke of Leicester thought that his lord and friend was also a young, vigorous man, who would be attracted to people like him, would have the looks and the wit--though not very much for a Rooter. Willingly admit it—it's normal to feel good about it. The only good news is that since Orsis said so, it proved that he was sober enough—the Duke of Leicester never doubted that he possessed all the qualities that a great or ruthless monarch should have.
However, this does not prevent the Duke of Leicester from sincerely looking forward to the early start of the war, and they leave this damn city as soon as possible.
So he thought for a while, and then mentioned another thing:
"Yage people are also preparing."
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The Duke of Leicester's words are not wrong, Jager is indeed preparing.
The longer the obese King John VI of Jager stayed in the Free Merchant City, the worse his temper grew. He flipped through the accounts sent by the executive committee members of the free commercial city, jumping up from time to time, cursing furiously.
The ministers in the room all lowered their heads, not daring to say a word.
"It is astonishing," said John VI, after his fury subsided, harshly commenting on the secret report delivered to his desk, "that Orsis of Root should be such a worthless, disgraceful fellow, that he should have Why don't we accept a woman who shares the leadership equally with him, and we haven't been able to kill this kind of bastard for so long?"
John VI's body was covered with grease comparable to that of a brown bear because of his indulgence and his lack of restraint in his tongue. Fortunately, he was still tall, otherwise his own fat would have crushed his internal organs. At the same time, his hair was thinning, his eye sockets were sunken, and his mouth was always emitting a disgusting stench.
Of course, he is such a loathsome guy, but it by no means means that he is really stupid and ignorant.
On the contrary, John VI always had an extraordinary sense of intrigue and trickery, just as he always had a keen grasp of where the most profit could be made. People often say that if you cut open his belly, you will be able to see that the intestines inside are filled with black and stinky water.
Just like now, after learning that St. Teleph II granted Queen Roland the power to "persuade" him to return to the teaching of the Holy Father, he immediately jumped up and talked endlessly, thinking that even if he bought the indulgences of the entire Papal State, he would not be able to wash his hands. Qing's vicious and evil language greeted the Pope and every cardinal he knew in the Holy City for three full hours.
He also immediately tripled the number of guards around him.
What worried the ministers in the room was that he immediately dispatched a dozen assassins.
... probably soon, they will hear the news that several of John VI's brothers and nephews who are entitled to the throne have "unfortunately" died.
The most sympathetic of these was a nephew of John VI. Immediately after his cousin died of illness, John VI seized his cousin's castle and wealth on the grounds that he was a king and his cousin's heir was underage, and put his nephew under his nose for surveillance. Poor child, he is only ten years old this year.
No one dared to dispute this.
When John VI vented his dissatisfaction with a daunting force, he quickly calmed down and began to think about how to make things better for him... The war will still go on, but he can no longer go as planned In that way, staying in the free commercial city to supervise the war will become unsafe here.
In the name of eradicating heresies and spies, he collected enough wealth from the city merchants of the Free Chamber of Commerce to support the war, but he also succeeded in making many people hate him to the bone. He had no doubt that, given the chance, they would surrender either the Pope or Root, so that he might die.
He got to go to the rear of the battle lines.
After the decision was made, a series of new orders were quickly issued from the mouth of John VI.
The spies staying on the east coast of the Sea of Heaven will start to spare no effort to create a gap between Root and Roland, spreading rumors about Queen Roland and Emperor Root in Root; the work progress of military engineers on Senglai Island will be accelerated again, The fleet should also set sail early...
When John VI asked the fleet to go to Senglei Island as soon as possible, his bishop finally couldn't help but speak tremblingly.
"But, Sire, we don't have enough oarsmen."
he said.
John VI stared at him for a while, as if looking at a piece of carrion with no value: "My dear Bishop Mason, don't you know how to give the heretics a chance to redeem themselves?"
His stern tone gave goosebumps.
At sea, there is nothing worse than a storm to be a slave to a rowing boat.
Since the sixteenth century, except for the captives and criminals who were forced to work, the oarsmen of galleys were mostly recruited. But now, the tragic scene in Morgan's port where the Yager fleet is stationed is unfolding: the believers of the New God are being driven away and boarded the ship. Overseers wielding whips chained them four to a bench less than a foot long.
These people who were ordinary civilians not long ago looked panicked, and many of them were also members of the Old Gods, just because some of their relatives and friends were New Gods, so they also suffered this bad luck.
"hurry up!"
The overseer yelled, keeping the beat of the drums.
The hands and feet of the oarsmen were welded together in shackles, and they were crowded together in a small space, exposed to the sun.
Nearby, Officer Yager was instructing people to sink a warship into the sea, so that the sea would clean up the excrement and rats on the ship's deck. On that boat, the skinny oarsmen with cracked skin watched the water flow over them little by little, some were crying, some were watching numbly... [1]
The horn sounded for a long time, and the first group of Yager warships carried soldiers and headed for Senglei Island.
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The morning mist was dizzy into pale gold by the sun.
When Heinrich found the queen, she was sitting on the blue-gray stone railing, and the air was filled with the light smell of ryegrass leaves. The queen's profile looked like an alabaster statue in the light, and even the shadows were elegantly just right. Her fingers lay aside, pale and thin, with raised knuckles.
What he was going to say suddenly disappeared.
The author has something to say: [1] Roger Crowley, Ocean Empire, The Battle of the Mediterranean [] Beijing: Social Science Literature Press, 2017
s: The oarsmen in the Mediterranean in the sixteenth century can be said to be one of the most tragic roles, especially in the context of the war between the Ottoman Turkish Empire and the Christian world. Many oarsmen were taken by captured slaves, and they were fixed in chains On the seat, no matter whether you are sleeping, eating or going to the toilet, you can't leave your position. You can imagine the appearance of excrement and other garbage piled up together. Because of this, every once in a while, people have to clean the boats to prevent the epidemic from spreading. Immerse the entire ship in the sea when cleaning, and the oarsmen on it... will be drowned together.