After Frederick III's death, he was given a grand funeral in accordance with royal tradition, but in fact few people came to pay their respects during the wake.
After his death, all that remained of his past glory and arrogance was the curses sworn by those in the know.
The Iron Chancellor Bismarck supported Frederick's son, Victor, as the king of the country.
Young Victor did not like his father who loved to play with power. He despised his father and gave up the name of Frederick. Instead, he continued to use his ancestor William as his title: William II.
In fact, Victor was not the most suitable candidate to be emperor because he suffered from Erb's palsy since birth, but under the circumstances at the time, he was the only prince in the harem, and Bismarck had no other choice.
He has a condition that causes him to have uncoordinated movements and some minor impairments in brain function.
Such health problems made his father Frederick never pay attention to this abnormal son.
Being treated coldly and ridiculed for a long time, his character became ambitious, impulsive and reckless in the future, all of which was caused by his strong desire to show his talents deep in his heart.
Victor was a man with extremely low self-esteem, but after becoming king, he had to use some exaggerated behaviors to make himself look more like an emperor.
When the young king took office, Victoria, who had disappeared from public view, returned to the palace.
She came back to take power, but she didn't need to be the queen. She only needed to say a few words to her young son, and she would be the uncrowned king who ruled the country from behind the curtain.
"How is it? How does it feel to sit on this throne?"
Victoria asked, smiling and gently touching young Victor's forehead.
"Very...very good."
Victor, who had just come of age, blushed and looked at his mother and answered.
"Do you like sitting in this position?"
Victoria then asked.
"I like it."
"Then you must remember that you must possess your own strength, otherwise you will follow in the footsteps of your useless father."
"My own power?"
“As a king, I cannot delegate all military power to others.
You need to have your own confidants, people who are loyal to you, and also weigh the conflicts between your subjects.
This is a very profound subject. If you want to learn it, your mother can teach you slowly."
"So...what should I do now?"
"Then I will give you my first lesson today.
A new emperor appoints new ministers. You need to understand what this proverb from the ancient East means.
When you figure it out, you’ll know what to do.”
——
The Cyclopes, sailing on the ocean, finally successfully reached its destination.
The journey was uneventful. Apart from the wind and waves and occasional storms, there were no other incidents.
According to Jobt Brown's inference, the pins of various colors on the route map might symbolize various dangerous events, but perhaps Nyarlathotep, who was manipulating all this, exempted Jobt Brown from those risks because he was now a patient who could only lie in bed.
Jobtran had already told Professor Robert everything he had seen in the black ice cave, and Professor Robert, not surprisingly, listened with a nonchalant look.
"Your findings sound very reasonable to me.
As early as 1869, a Swiss doctor Michel discovered the existence of radionuclides.
We humans share many of the same nuclides with monkeys, and even have a lot in common with a seemingly ordinary banana."①
Professor Robert shook his head nonchalantly at the time.
Judging from his reaction, Professor Robert, who believes in monism, was obviously not too shocked by this discovery.
The answer he needed to find was not that simple.
As the whistle sounded, Jobtran was pushed onto the deck in a wheelchair by Sif.
Not far away is the end of this journey, but also .asxs.
Joet Brown couldn't help but wonder what the mysterious Miskatonic University was like.
Paul walked up behind Joe Butran and patted him gently on the shoulder.
"Take care, buddy."
Joe Butran turned around, smiled, and stretched out his right hand toward Paul.
"Take care of yourself, too."
The two shook hands vigorously but did not say goodbye.
“If you have any problems, you can come to me.
Of course, no loaning money is an option."
Joe Butran smiled and teased Paul.
“Come on, I don’t want to run anymore after this trip.
There's something weird on this boat.
It is better to be honest and go back to the countryside to farm."
"You should cherish the peaceful days you have now,"
Joe Butran stretched out his fist and tapped Paul's thigh lightly.
"By the way, you are leaving too. Is anyone else running away from this ship?"
“Let’s see who among the sailors wants to inherit then
Hey, who made Aldridge... "
Paul didn't finish his words, and Joe Butran lowered his head at the same time.
The original first mate, Aldridge, has never been able to get out of his own fear and shadow after experiencing those terrible events.
When people found him, he had been dead for a long time.
There were a lot of wine bottles and cheap medicines scattered around his room, and when people smelled the odor and rushed in, his body had already started to stink.
The way he died was horrific, with a large amount of vomit remaining in his mouth and his eyes wide open facing the sky.
His body has been cremated and his ashes will be taken back by his fellow villagers for burial.
It's ironic that he didn't die in old Gary's conspiracy, but died in his own hands due to drug overdose after being depressed.
"Look forward and keep moving forward."
Sif said softly in a soothing voice.
"Yes, you are right."
Jobtran reached out and took Sif's hand, pulled it in front of him and kissed it gently.
"Okay, okay, I should go now.
I won’t disturb your sweet world anymore.”
Paul winked at Jobtran jokingly.
“Wait a minute, I left something for you in my room.
I'm sure you'll like this Icelandic specialty. "
Joe Butran shouted to Paul who had turned around, and then threw his room key to him.
Paul took the key steadily and asked excitedly,
"Hoover's moonshine?"
“More than that, I can’t finish all of it by myself, and I can’t take it away.
It’s a bargain for you.”
Joe Butran smiled slyly.
At this time, the ship had already docked and the sailors lowered the cable bridge.
Jobtran and Sif slowly got off the boat one after the other, following the crowd.
"Go, go!"
Jobtran turned back and urged Sif quietly, but Sif smiled helplessly.
"You're so mean, but I like it."
"My lord, wait for me!"
Columbia shouted loudly after the flow of people.
The reason why Jobtran and Sif could travel light was because Columbia carried all the luggage on his back.
"Old... Columbia, the restaurant in front is waiting for you."
Joet Brown turned around and shouted, he almost shouted the word "rat" just now, but after thinking about it, he decided to respect his personal wishes.
Paul walked excitedly to the room where Jobtran had been before, opened it with the key, and saw several wine barrels.
That was naturally the craft beer from the Ice Flame Bar, and there were a few small packages of food on the coffee table.
There was a small card next to it with a few words written by Jobtran himself.
"Bertha made this rotten shark meat herself. I hope you like it."
Paul, who had been busy on the boat, naturally had no time to visit the island, but he frowned when he saw the name of rotten shark meat.
Thinking that it was a token of his love from Joet Brown after all, Paul happily opened the rotten shark meat wrapped in several layers of butter paper.
A disgusting stench hit my nose, and inside were pieces of white objects cut into small pieces.
Paul made up his mind, pinched his nose and stuffed a piece of food in his mouth.
"Huh? It's quite delicious."
——
“Hey, man, there’s no special price for people with disabilities here.
What would you like to order
The restaurant at the intersection was full of tourists who had just got off the boat, and the waiter in front of him didn't seem very friendly.
"Just anything. By the way, we're going to Miskatonic University. Are there any caravans or something like that we'd like to stop by?"
Jobtran didn't care about the waiter's attitude and asked directly about his needs.
The waiter's face changed when he heard this, and he forcefully placed the cups of water on the tray in front of the people one by one.
"After you finish drinking this glass of water, you can leave!"
The waiter glared at the three people without any courtesy and ordered them to leave.
"Hey, wait."
At this time, Professor Robert, who had just come in from the door, shouted, took out two gold coins from his pocket and stuffed them into the waiter's hand.
"Add one more seat and tableware for one more person, and tell us a little more about why you reacted this way, okay?"
The waiter threw two gold coins on the table with disgust.
“I don’t make money from the dead.
Get out of here now."
Columbia, Jobtran, Sif and Professor Robert looked at each other. They had never seen a waiter with such a bad attitude and who couldn't get information even with money.
Sif, who had a slightly hot temper, was about to lose her temper and slam the table when Joet Brown pulled Sif's sleeve and shook his head gently.
"let's go."
After the four of them left the restaurant, the waiter picked up the four glasses on the table that had not been touched by them and threw them onto the street.
Glass fragments were scattered all over the floor, and the waiter gave the four of them a look of disgust. But when other guests entered the restaurant, the waiter put on a friendly face.
"Why did you stop me just now? This store actually hired such an unreasonable waiter. I'm so angry!"
Sif clenched her fists angrily and stomped her feet.
"He wasn't targeting me, he was targeting Miskatonic University."
Joet Brown calmed down and analyzed,
"Are you hungry? If not, let's go to the post station together and we'll know."
After briefly confirming their opinions, the four of them headed towards the post station.
The passers-by along the way seemed friendly, and there was no recurrence of the problems that had just occurred in the restaurant.
But when the four arrived at the post station, they found a strange phenomenon.
There were caravans heading to Boston, New York, and even California in the post station, but no caravan was heading to the mysterious town - Arkham.
Arkham is the town where Miskatonic University is located, and it is also the name of the welfare home where Job Transplant worked.
It is said that the director who originally founded the orphanage was a resident of this town, so it was named Arkham.
"Sif, push me over there."
Jobtran pointed and saw an old man dozing off in front of him, and behind him were a few old horses.
Compared to other horse caravans where one has to wait in long queues, this is obviously a better place to get information.
"Old man, wake up."
Joet Brown, who was sitting in a wheelchair, asked softly in the old man's ear.
The old man still didn't hear, but continued to doze off with his hands on his crutches and his forehead resting on the backs of his hands.
"Old man, how do I get to Arkham?"
Joe Butran asked tentatively, and the old man in front of him raised his head.
This old man has a pair of eyes like a tiger, with yellow pupils and a few bloodshot lines.
The old man's sharp eyes made Joet Brown tremble in his heart. The moment the old man raised his head, Joet Brown felt a strong murderous intent.
“An old man, a woman, a boy, and a cripple.
Such a lineup goes to Arkham
Do you think your life is not long enough? "
The old man glanced at everyone with disdain out of the corner of his eye, and put on a look of disdain.
"We don't know the exact location of Arkham. If you know, could you tell us
We are willing to rent the old man’s horse team for transportation.”
Joet Brown replied politely and respectfully.
"Why go to Arkham?"
The old man narrowed his eyes and took out a pipe from his pocket.
Seeing this, Jobtran immediately took out a match from his pocket and lit it for the old man.
“We are both exchange students from Miskatonic University, and this one is an accompanying professor.
And he is . . . a friend of mine.”
Joet Brown answered truthfully.
“Yeah, I see.
Collective death squad, go well, we won't see you off."
The old man laughed and then waved his hand.
"Old man, can you tell me how to prove that we are not going to die
Is that enough? "
After Joet Brown said this, he pinched a small ball of holy light in his hand and showed it to the old man.
“That’s all you have
Do you know the difference between the Old Ones and the Outer Gods
Do you know the relationship between the ancient gods and the fallen gods?"
The old man asked back with disdain.
"I know that the Ancients created humans. Is that enough?"
Jobtran replied immediately.
"Oh, finally someone with something has arrived.
You passed. "
Note 1: Nuclide is the name of the DNA that was first discovered, but it is not the complete DNA sequence. (Don’t get confused)