Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 193 Sisters of Mercy, Armed Priests

"Check the accounts?"

Byron was a little surprised. The Newman family had absolute power in Royal Port, so how could they be afraid of being checked?

Major General Newman on the opposite side sighed:
“It is indeed an audit, but this time it is different from the past.

Last time, wasn’t I and a part of the navy warships teleported to the core battlefield by a blue hole opened by a sea monster of the Barbary pirates?

The kingdom's navy suffered heavy losses, but it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Newman family.

You all know that I added some of the privateers controlled by you and Bill into the escort formation and defense system.

In addition, the quartermaster of the naval base and the comptroller of the Governor's Office are all our people, and they are worried that there have been too many "scrapped", "damaged goods" and "stolen" during this period, which are difficult to settle.

Especially since there is a huge gap in what you need, I have to resort to this last resort.

This time, the holes in the arsenal and the Governor's Palace were included in the damage of that war.

I can also make some extra money by reporting soldiers' pensions.

It was a perfect plan, but somehow the news leaked out. Alas!"

When Byron heard this, he secretly curled his lips:
"Perfect?" According to the other party's departure time, the ocean-going fleet had already set out before the battle for supremacy began.

There was no way I could leak the news.

You probably sold those contraband items not only to me, but also to others, right?'

The story of the robbers robbing a bank and the bank manager not being angry but happy instead emerged in my mind.

It turns out that all art comes from reality.

With a stroke of the pen, all the deficits were turned into war losses, and the Castilians knew nothing about it and became the scapegoats.

By the way, it can also let Edward IV, who is thousands of kilometers away, see the severity of the war, and I can approve more funds for you this year.

Prove that you are trying to bring down the Castilians.

And it's not just the military. His brother, Governor Newman, must be up to no good.

The sky is high and the king is far away, the supervisory law is weak, corruption is the norm, and the royal colonies of various countries are actually all the same.

It is no use to complain about the world at this time. Major General Newman said coldly:
“Byron, I just got the news too.

A team of tax collectors sent by the Chancellor of the Exchequer did not travel with the next batch of the kingdom's ocean-going fleet, but sneaked into a fleet composed of a group of civilian ships.

The fleet also includes the Inquisition, whom I personally invited.

They are serious this time, they are breaking the rules!

It is the [Kingmaker], it must be the [Kingmaker] Earl of Warwick (Chapter 98) who wants to take back colonial power.

He is now not only the Admiral of the Navy, but also holds the important position of Chancellor of the Exchequer. He holds absolute power in the kingdom and is effectively the Prime Minister.

Even the power of His Majesty the King was implicitly suppressed by him.

I heard that he even wanted to interfere with your Majesty's marriage, which is not something a loyal subject should do."

Perhaps he was pushed into a corner, so Major General Newman even revealed the internal strife within the York Party.

This kind of inside information, unknown to outsiders, also made Byron very excited to hear it.

It's just a matter of applause.

Of course he knew who Warwick the Kingmaker was. In the Yorkist party, this man was more like an ally of Edward than a subject.

The fact that he dared to give himself a title like "King Maker" shows his ambition.

Newman's voice suddenly became fierce:
“This is related to our common interests, this time it all depends on you.

Otherwise, Bill and Tilly's engagement party will turn into a funeral party for all of us."

Naturally, Byron didn't want to let this big tree fall before he emptied the Newman family.

His expression straightened, and he solemnly promised:
“The problem that stems from [King Maker] is difficult to solve, but it is easy to solve the person.

Bantaan is full of dangers. Before the tax collectors reach Port Royal, they are likely to encounter various accidents, such as shipwrecks, accidental discharges of guns, and encounters with sea monsters.
These are all things that cannot be said for sure.

I think they will suddenly disappear on the way, that's for sure!"

At the same time, the first circulation zone ends.

Violet, looking heroic in her Kalmar Alliance uniform, was leaning against the bulwark leisurely.

In his hand, he was playing with a revolver pistol that was made using alchemy according to the ideas provided by Byron.
The cylinder popped open and closed.

Although the girl is petite, she believes that "art is explosion" and "the greatest art is the most violent explosion", and she has a strong interest in all explosives.

"Alas, it's a pity that we still lack the most technologically advanced fulminate of mercury and fixed ammunition. This is just a large toy.

It's not suitable to study such dangerous things on a ship.

We can only start this research subject when we reach Torrent Fortress."

At this moment, her attention was indeed not on the revolver.

Instead, he switched his perspective to a few swifts, which were monitoring every move on the Inquisition warship next door.

Always record the information you collect in your private memo in the [Key to Omniscience] spiritual library.

In addition to the correctional priests and judge knights who looked more like killing machines than humans, there were a few people in the pursuit team who were particularly eye-catching.

Seeing them, even the well-informed Violet couldn’t help but shake her head:

"The church is full of weird things and monsters."

On the deck, a two-meter-tall Doppler Swordsman was swinging a two-handed heavy sword with great vigor.

His name was Hermann Schwartz, he was 32 years old, 200 cm tall, and standing there, as tall and strong as an iron tower.

In his hand is a rare object - a two-handed heavy sword, and his class is a third-level greatswordsman.

A mercenary born from the Emperor of the Silver Empire.

I don't know if it has some quirk, but while swinging the great sword and stirring up a storm of bright blades, it chanted poetry loudly:

"Whether it's a strong wind or a blizzard, or the sun is blazing, whether it's a hot day or a cold night. Even if the dust blows in your face."

During the nearly one-month voyage, I didn't hear him utter a single word.

Violet added in her memo: The swordsman came from the church, so it was impossible for him to learn forbidden knowledge. She guessed that it was most likely a side effect of some kind of holy relic.

Next to the giant swordsman was a middle-aged priest with a warm smile and a stern face, who was spreading an oilcloth on the deck.

It was filled with guns of all sizes, bombs, and gunpowder bags, and they were carefully maintained one by one.

This is Brandon, 35 years old, third level, [Armed Priest] from the "Cathedral of the Holy Armed Forces", a branch of the church.

He also carries a signature sword-gun on his back. The whole gun is made of iron, with a shining sword blade fixed at the muzzle.

This sect believes in physical salvation and violent exorcism, and is one of the backbone forces of demon hunters in the Old World.

The third one looked to be a lovely young nun named Theresa, who was preparing meals for everyone.

He brought a live cow, held a sharp knife in his hand, and regardless of the cow's screams, he cut off a large piece of beef from its butt.

But he immediately cast [Holy Prayer] and used the chapter with healing power to heal it.

A few drops of blood dripped onto the innocent little face, but at this moment it was filled with compassion:

“Without sacrificing the lives of cattle, we can have endless amounts of meat to eat.

I want to spread this way of eating meat throughout the Bantayan Islands so that all people and cattle can understand God’s mercy.”

Holding the silver cross emblem, pray devoutly:

"The powers which a colonial governor enjoys are only over the persons and property of the people, which are external, visible, ephemeral, and ultimately perishable.

The power we priests wield is control over people's immortal souls.

The value of each of us priests is greater than anything in the world, whether it is gold, silver or precious stones, even greater than the sky we see from here.

The Creator has given us power and sent us to lead people's souls into heaven.

Therefore, whether you are a mainlander or an indigenous person, you must respect and fear the messenger of the Creator, follow our instructions and obey God, and let all people obey God! "

Obviously, this group of people not only want to hunt down the Wild Hunt, but also intend to use the power they possess to reshape Bantaan's faith order.

Facing them, the lawless colonists from various countries will probably have few days of good days.

Violet couldn’t help but sigh in her heart.

Suddenly, I heard the echo conch shell at my waist sounding:
"Miss Artist, can you do me a favor?"

(End of this chapter)