Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 196 Pioneer Navigation, Dedicated Service, One-Stop Worry-Free

crackling
Thick smoke billowed and flames were everywhere.

After a long while, the cannons that were blown into the sky by the explosion fell into the sea in a twisted posture with a "plop".

As for other fragile human tissues and hulls, they had already been burned beyond recognition, mixed in with the black smoke and ashes, and were blown by the wind and scattered all over the ocean-going fleet.

All visible and physical traces of the crime on the ship were completely eliminated.

What followed was a strong burnt smell that instantly filled everyone's nostrils.

It made them feel more intuitively how tragic the explosion was.

Only a few pieces of charred and broken bottom of the ship remained, and thanks to the excellent anti-sinking properties of the wood itself, it was still burning and slowly sinking.

"You said it was a flare that went off accidentally?"

Behind the [Corona Priest], a group of correction priests and judge knights on the church battleship were all stunned for a long time.

The cold and hard faces that originally looked more like machines than humans couldn't help but break down collectively.

Some knights couldn't help but stretch out their hands and gesture, trying their best to connect the still savage fire dragon in front of them with the small "flare".

But it undoubtedly failed.

The three-person melee, ranged and auxiliary teams serving as external aid are also among them.

The [Armed Priest] Brandon from the "Holy Armed Forces Cathedral" couldn't help but clench the sword in his hand, and his gray eyes gradually lost their focus:

"Flare? If that was a flare, then what is the meaning of my existence and that of the Cathedral of the Holy Armed Forces?
Flare! Flare!
I would trade all the equipment I have saved for a flare like this, and I would consecrate it on the altar of the cathedral."

It is said that the Cathedral of the Holy Armed Forces was built to commemorate the Knights' Western Expedition, and a variety of weapons are enshrined on the altar.

Knight armor, lance, cross sword, crossbow
Among them are many holy relics that have influenced the course of world history during the wars in the Old World, as well as the most powerful gunpowder formula today.

This branch of the sect firmly believes that the creation of weapons is to maintain the Creator's rule over the world.

More means stronger, bigger is beautiful, and people fanatically pursue all kinds of powerful weapons.

But today, my long-standing pious heart was almost shattered by a small "flare".

Hermann, the Doppler Swordsman, who was carrying a large sword, muttered a strange poem that he had picked up from somewhere:
"I don't believe that fish have a memory of only seven seconds. I don't believe that day and night are reversed and black and white are indistinguishable."

The other companions also got used to his way of speaking.

Although he was talking nonsense all day long as if he was drunk, his meaning was still clear.

It seemed logical and flawless, but he would never believe that it was the flare that started it.

Unfortunately, the effect of the entry [You are not the murderer] is there. No matter what, those murder weapons have nothing to do with the real murderer.

However, the young nun with a compassionate look on her face did not say anything unpleasant or crazy this time.

Instead, we should pray sincerely for those who died:
“My Creator is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures and leads me beside still waters.

He revives my soul and guides me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”

The nun's profession is the third-level [Glorious Priest], and she is good at recovery, enhancement and special types of prayers.

Regardless of whether the dead still need her prayers at this time, it is a great comfort to other onlookers.

The cold-tempered knights and priests of the Inquisition on the ship also had a greatly changed impression of the nun.

Although his usual words and deeds do not seem to be in line with traditional doctrinal interpretations, he is still very reliable at critical moments.

After the nun finished her prayer, she looked at the parishioners in front of her and sighed with compassion:

“After they died, their bodies were scattered everywhere. It was so tragic that even I couldn’t send them to heaven.

What a pity, what a pity, what a shame. "

Hearing this, all the knights felt sad.

You know, Church teaching absolutely prohibits "mutilation of the body."

Usually when a person was convicted of heresy by their church inquisition, their body would be mutilated as punishment.

It also includes additional punishments such as deliberately chopping off or burning the heretic's head after death.

For example, if a believer commits suicide, it is also a serious violation of the church's teachings.

Even though the body of the suicide victim is intact, the church will cut off part of her as punishment and to warn other believers.

Because in mysticism, a person's soul is closely related to his body, and the soul after death will appear in the form of a corpse.

To destroy his body within seven days of death is to harm his soul to a certain extent.

The most crucial point is that if a person's soul is incomplete after death, no matter whether it contains more divinity or more animality, it cannot ascend to heaven.

Seeing the judges nodding their heads, the nun continued:

“The Inquisition has always been at the forefront, fighting against all kinds of heresy, evil spirits, and weirdness. Who can guarantee that they can return home safely every time?
The bloody and dark examples are right in front of us. If you are also accidentally detonated by the "flare", can you be confident that you can withstand it?
As the saying goes, before it rains, you should think of solutions in advance.

You might as well consider buying this.”

Then the nun pulled a handful of various indulgences from her pocket.

It reads: Indulgences for theft and robbery, Indulgences for suicide and disrespect, Indulgences for killing, Indulgences for death without an intact body.
There are also the words "Special coupons are for special purposes and cannot be used interchangeably."

Seeing this, everyone on the boat, including the leading [Corona Priestess] and her two teammates, all looked frozen.

It turned out that we shouldn't have too high expectations for this church member. It turned out that all his compassion before was just a prelude to this move.

“Although you have the authorization from His Holiness the Pope, you cannot continue to do this.

How can good deeds be equated with vulgar money? "

But although they criticized with their mouths, they were very honest and generous with their bodies, contributing their own part to the nuns' good deeds of saving all living beings.

At least they, the church insiders, could confirm that the vouchers were genuine.

The basis on which the church can reduce punishment for sins is because it controls the "treasure house of merit".

It contains the infinite grace of the Creator and the good deeds of martyred saints, which can be allocated to believers to offset the punishment they deserve for their crimes.

The direct manager of the "Gongku" is the "Cathedral of Our Lady of Mercy", where nuns came from. In the Silver Age 1313, indulgences were sold. It is a century-old church with a good reputation and is praised by all who have used it.

Large quantity, better discount.

Teresa dares to guarantee with her own faith that no one who could not go to heaven after death has ever come back to complain, and the satisfaction rate is 100%!

As for the dead tax officials, after being used as negative examples, they had long been forgotten by them.

After death is God’s realm, and has nothing to do with God’s servants.

Only on the other side, Miss Violet, who was also admiring the explosion, carefully wrote down the parameters of this "Song of Blood and Fire".

Prepare for improvements to the next "flare misfire".

Strive to break through yourself and create greater art.

Jamestown Port Royal, over the Governor's Palace.

At the moment the explosion occurred.

From the high-hanging [Sword of Damocles], two gazes as cold as blades suddenly fell on the Newman brothers.

The sword light flickered in the sky, and it seemed that a thunderous blow would be brought down at any time.

"No."

"Spare my life."

Cold sweat immediately soaked their backs.

You have to know that the tax collector team is not the [Royal Hound] Vincent who gave up everything just for a chance.

They ran to the new route to carry out the mission, and must have left their life gems with the [Kingmaker] Earl Warwick.

At the moment of the big explosion, their life gems shattered collectively. How could Warwick not know that something had happened to his men?
However, a key link in the punishment has disappeared.

The procedure is illegal and the judgment is invalid!
No matter how powerful the Sword of Damocles is, it cannot kill an important official of the kingdom without any justification.

There is no point in continuing to blockade the port.

The long sword flashed on the spot and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"saved."

The Newman brothers, who were almost soaked, felt all the pressure go away, and their bodies softened as if they had survived a disaster, and they collapsed into the chairs next to Byron.

Just after taking two deep breaths, the conch on Major General Newman's waist sounded. He stretched out his still trembling right hand and put the conch to his ear with difficulty.

Then, his eyes widened little by little and his breathing became rapid as if he was short of oxygen.

"This this."

"How about it?"

Governor Newman, who was standing by, saw his brother's lack of ambition and immediately snatched the conch impatiently. He heard the report from the insider in the ocean-going fleet:
"Because of the misfire of the flare, the audit team was wiped out, and even an entire three-masted sailing ship was blown up.

It was so tragic that no one was left alive.

The Inquisition in the fleet has checked and found no interference from any external forces. No matter how incredible it is, it can only be considered an accident."

The two brothers were instantly overjoyed.

"Hahahaha, it turned out to be a flare that went off accidentally.

These guys are really stupid. They can't even use a signal flare. Hmm? Wait, what did you say went off accidentally?"

They immediately realized something was wrong and suddenly shut up.

Then they all turned their heads and looked at Byron, who was still calm and composed, with no abnormal expression on his face.

Especially the glass of chilled wine in his hand. From the time he said "an art feast is about to begin thousands of miles away", even the wisps of white cold air have not dissipated yet.

After he heated it slightly with his body temperature to stimulate the fruity aroma, he drank it all in one gulp.

Byron nodded with satisfaction and smiled kindly at the two leaders of the Newman family:
“Debt collection, tax collection, revenge, guarding, escorting, suicide Vanguard Pilot Military Dispatch Company provides you with a one-stop service, allowing you to stop and worry-free.

Could you two give me a good review?"

The two brothers seemed to see a sea of ​​blood and corpses in his kind smile, and said in a dry voice:
"No worries, indeed no worries."

“Good reviews, beyond expectations.”

Not to mention others, even the Newman brothers, the "masterminds" who gave the orders, had no idea who Byron was looking for and how he could do all this.

And the unknown brings fear.

Byron poured three more glasses of wine, one for each of the three people, raised his glass and clinked it with the two men, then suddenly stopped smiling:
“I was just joking. What does the life and death of the audit team have to do with us?
We've been drinking here.

With the righteous cause, we have many supporters. We are closely united around the Royal Port interest group with the two Mr. Newmans as the core, and we are naturally blessed by the Creator.

All this is the will of the Lord.”

The two of them also reacted and echoed:
"Yes, that's right, that's right, everything is the Lord's will."

But in his heart, he no longer dared to look down on Byron, a pirate of only the second level of extraordinary rank.

Even put him in the same position as himself.

From then on, it was difficult to view him simply as a "black glove", but rather as an unfathomable collaborator and powerful ally.

Even if one's political wisdom is low, one knows that at this time one needs to unite all the forces that can be united.

Compared with survival, the little grudge in my heart is not worth mentioning at all.

Of course, Byron didn't say anything.

Judges need evidence, but great nobles never have it.

They will only keep a close eye on the vested interests and exercise free will.

Whoever benefits the most is the murderer!
The obvious attack was blocked, and the [Kingmaker] Earl of Warwick was probably going to play dirty tricks on the Newman brothers who were the main suspects.

but.
Byron smiled:
"Who cares?"

(End of this chapter)