Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 495 Secret: The Fuse of Religious War (6600)!
At this time, several other aunts of the Lancaster family who were working also ran up.

Although they didn't know what was going on, they all stood firmly behind Margaret and silently supported their sister-in-law.

Margaret gave them a reassuring look before responding to the head nun:
"Sister Theresa, I am no longer the queen since the fall of the House of Lancaster.

You can just call me by my first name like you did in the past."

Over the past year, the other party has always called her by her name, and today is the first time he called her "Her Majesty the Queen."

Margaret immediately sensed the meaning behind the other party's change in address, vaguely guessed something, and her heartbeat quickened.

There was no sign of it on his face, he just tried to test it out by retreating.

She had come into contact with countless people and could see through the thoughts of a villain like the old nun at a glance.

If there is no major benefit on our side, the other party will definitely not have this attitude.

"Marg."

Seeing that the other party did not immediately accept her "good intentions" with joy, and even dared to teach her how to do things, Sister Teresa habitually wanted to get angry.

But when he thought of the newspaper he accidentally saw when he went home these days, he immediately suppressed his anger.

After weighing the pros and cons, knowing that the matter could not be concealed for long, he finally told Margaret the news that she had been waiting for:

“Your Majesty, you are joking. Although Red Rose Lancaster has suffered a temporary setback, the younger generation of the family may one day regain the crown.

Maybe you don't know this yet?

Your nephew, the [Devil's Son] Byron Lancaster, who was once wanted by White Rose all over the world, has become the king of the pirate city Black Sail Port!"

The reason why Sister Teresa was arrogant at first and then respectful was actually not complicated at all.

It was just because I accidentally heard the rumors about Lancaster when I went home to visit my relatives, and then I went to various newspapers and saw the front-page headlines reporting extensively on the "Uncrowned King" Byron Lancaster.

Seeing Margaret's eyes that looked as if she were in a dream and completely unbelievable, a trace of regret flashed across the head nun's complexion, and she lamented in her heart:
"Who would have thought that Lancaster, which had fallen from the pinnacle of secular power, would have a day of resurgence?

There is a wonder I once heard a bard tell of.

It is said that a big river often floods and changes its course, and a village is on the east side of the river for thirty years and on the west side of the river for thirty years. It describes that the world is unpredictable and only God can predict the future.

But it hasn’t even been thirty years, only a little over a year.

If you had told me earlier that your nephew was such a good fighter, how could I have possibly hit you?

If I dare to bully good people, how dare I bully bad people?
He's the kind of super villain who was so scared by the wanted poster that he took off the bounty!"

Obviously, there are no such things as "speaking frankly" or "not good at speaking" in this world. It just depends on whether the person they are socializing with is worth going against their nature.

The old nun's face became extremely smooth.

In fact, only such a mean person by nature would be particularly good at observing people's words and expressions and assessing the situation.

When Lancaster became a lost dog, the women of the family who fell into her hands were spiritually sealed and had no help from outside, so of course she could bully them however she wanted without worrying about any consequences.

The former stray dog ​​suddenly turned into a murderous pirate king, which was the end of her life.

Perhaps Theresa has lived in this monastery all her life, and with limited qualifications, she will only be a second-level clergyman when she grows old. She has a narrow vision in the extraordinary field and cannot distinguish the difference between a false [King Title] and a real [King Title].

But to her, there wasn't much difference between the two.

They even dared to rob the treasure fleet of the number one maritime power and killed thousands of people in one breath. The deputy commander of the fleet of the Kingdom of Castile killed people at will, and the legendary [Puppet King] even fled in panic.

He is now on the rise, who knows if he can turn the tide and regain the throne of Hastings in the future?

Most of the thousands of men in the pirate group were Gulf pirates who specialized in looting monasteries along the coast of the Old Continent for centuries. They were natural enemies of monasteries.

It was too easy for the other party to deal with a mere head nun like her.

You don't even have to go to Malta yourself. All you have to do is issue a bounty for the pirates, which is easier than crushing an ant.

Moreover, although the head nun has no husband due to religious beliefs, she still has brothers and parents.

How can you not be afraid when your family suffers before you do?
Having offended the world-famous Pirate King, even the Grand Master of the Order of Malta [Holy Lance] Valette could not give her the slightest sense of security.

Now it's not just fear.

And I'm scared to death.

“It’s so unlucky that such a thing happened to me. I won’t dare leave the monastery for the next few years.

First, try to repair the relationship and improve the treatment of these Lancaster women.

At the very least, I can’t let them hate only me.”

Some people bully the weak and fear the strong. When facing an honest person, they always like to use the least power to make things as difficult for others as possible. But when they meet a real villain, they dare not even breathe.

It's just like the nursing homes of Byron's time.

The environment is extremely closed. No matter how rich they are, elderly people without children will most likely fall to the bottom of this small community. Anyone can bully them, but they have nowhere to seek justice.

Good people, especially those who have no ability to resist, will always have guns pointed at their heads.

In fact, this head nun is just at the very end of this "taking sides" trend.

Many envoys from various countries, like the young people from the Bay, were rushing to Black Sail Port to visit Byron.

Even many [bankers] in the Jinyuan sequence have been eager to send out invitations through the online financial street, wanting to invest in him some war funds.

This is also the "venture capital" requirement for bankers' promotion ceremony, which allows them to wave gold coins around the world looking for potential stocks.

Including the Hastings royal party, the earl party, and the two queens of Castile, each of them has a large number of sponsors, and there are also many wealthy people who place multiple bets.

It is said that when the Netherlands was at war, a large number of [bankers] and [pawnbrokers] in the gold and dollar series lent money to hostile countries that had a higher chance of winning and better credibility, which led to the Netherlands' defeat and made its own king furious.

In the eyes of this group, there is no loyalty or sentiment, only interests. To be more precise, "financiers have no motherland."

soon.

After listening to the old nun's brief narration, Margaret finally confirmed that she was not dreaming and burst into tears of joy:

"That's great. Not only is my little Byron alive and well, he also found a Taiwanese princess who seems to be a graduate of the Vienna Academy of Arts as his fiancée.

I have long been helping him find unmarried girls of the right age from royal families of various countries. This Taiwanese princess is one of them. It would be good for her to be influenced by art.

It would be even better if we could get Catherine back from the Yorkists in the future."

My aunt's focus was obviously different from that of all other outsiders.

Others only saw Byron's achievements, and only elders like his aunt who truly cared about him cared about whether he was safe and whether he had found a wife.

The other aunts who heard the good news were similar and echoed:
"You're right. We must get little Catherine back. The Star-Moon Empire next door allows polygamy, so why can't our Byron do the same?"

"Now that Byron has made a name for himself, at worst he can defect to the Star-Moon Empire. Can the church still control the West Coast?"

"He doesn't have to worry about having 17 or 18 children at a time. We sisters can help him take care of them."

When the yarn just broke, Byron-possessed Fokine was already standing quietly on the spinning machine, watching everything.

It was discovered that after the spinning machine fell to the ground, the spinning wheel was still rotating, but the spindle had changed from horizontal to vertical.

After being inspired, he prepared to go back and take out the "Spinning Jenny" which was equipped with a whale oil-powered steam engine and had once sparked the First Industrial Revolution.

At this moment, seeing the true feelings of the elders, Byron's heart was also warmed, and he couldn't help but hate the old nun who bullied them all day long with a mean face even more:
"If apologies work, what is the use of laws?
If you truly repent, it is understandable.

But it is obvious that you don't think you did anything wrong, you just feel that you are unlucky and bullied someone you shouldn't bully. If it's an honest person next time, you will definitely have the same expression.

In this monastery, my aunt and her friends were treated the same as the 'Man in the Iron Mask' in the dungeon. They had strong support outside and were treated like 'Sit, please sit, please sit up'.

Without strong support, the treatment would probably immediately return to its original state, or even get worse.

How can I forgive you so easily?"

Byron couldn't imagine what a miserable life his aunt and uncles would have to face in the rest of their lives if he had died unexpectedly in some remote corner, or if he had not grown up so fast.
What Byron is best at is "the whole family is together" and "splitting the earthworm in half", and revenge is just the basic operation.

But he did not attack the old nun directly. He just opened his mouth and spat out a drop of his own blood which fell on the top of her head and instantly sank into her head.

This drop of [panacea] that symbolizes "change" will not bring her any benefits, but it will subtly change her cognition.

In less than a day, she will worship the owner of blood infinitely, regard him as a spiritual beacon and the meaning of all life.

In the mythological era, night demons and midnight demons who suffered from blood thirst and fear of light often used this ability to create servants and let them go out in all directions to prepare blood for them.

Therefore, these humans who serve the Night Demons are also called "blood servants" and "blood people". Even if they are not controlled by black magic, they will bring their own dry food for their masters and work for money.

Unless one day his strength surpasses that of his master, there is absolutely no possibility of betrayal.

The effect was also extremely concealed, and even high-sequence clergy would find it difficult to detect any abnormality in her face.

"Keep this old thing for now and give it to cousin Edward when the time comes so that she can enjoy a tour of hell."

After Byron resolved the most pressing crisis surrounding his aunt, he planned to wait until she was alone before reuniting with her so that she could prepare in advance.

As for the old nun's suggestion to transfer them to the library where they didn't have to do physical work, Byron was also happy to see it happen.

They will have to wait for some time if they want to escape, and the more relief they can have before escaping prison, the better.

However, just now the old nun was very eager to recommend my aunt and her group to go to the library.

But after he began to transform into a blood servant, he suddenly hesitated, facing Margaret's puzzled gaze, he said awkwardly:

"Your Majesty, how about we forget about going to the library?

It's not bad to continue staying in the textile workshop. The library is not very peaceful recently."

Seeing the other party's hesitation, Byron immediately realized that something might have gone wrong in the monastery's library.

The other party helped my aunt and the others to "change jobs" at the beginning, probably not just to ease the relationship, but also had other ulterior motives.

For example: The trouble is shifting eastward!
At this time, when personal will and "loyalty" conflict, inconsistent and abnormal behavior occurs.

Byron was just about to carefully check the blood servant's memory to see what happened in the library.

“Teresa, this is the administrator you chose for the library?
You can all read, right? Come with me, the library has been very short of staff these days, and we can’t do without someone to serve.”

At this time, a nun who was much younger than the old nun and whose strength had reached the third level came hurriedly, leaving a word and dragging Margaret and the others away. Although Margaret and the others also realized that something seemed to be wrong, as prisoners, they had no room for bargaining.

He could only temporarily suppress the joy of hearing the news about Byron again, and followed him out of the textile workshop and came to the large library located deeper in the monastery.

Byron also flapped his wings and followed in.

This place is much more lively than one might imagine. In addition to managing book borrowing, there are many nuns serving in the library who are copying church scriptures and various classics.

During the Dark Millennium, there was no printing technology in the world, only handwritten books by monks.

Every monastery has a room specifically used for writing books, called the "scripture room".

The monks who were good at writing used quill pens and parchment to carefully copy the manuscripts day after day.

It often took a skilled and diligent scribe many months to copy a book.

At that time, even in great noble families, books were one of the most valuable assets, and even a duke would be proud to receive a book from the monastery.

One only needs to look at the Bald Eagle's Declaration of Independence, written in ink and parchment, to know that such a text could only be preserved for a very limited time and had to be copied by scribes at regular intervals.

It mainly includes Mass, hymns, scriptures, and various histories.

Some heretical historical materials that have been completely destroyed in the outside world, or even secret knowledge from the mythological era, may be hidden in the library of a monastery.

This kind of place is obviously a paradise for those extraordinary people in the Tower Sequence who firmly believe in "driving out ignorance with knowledge."

But the massive accumulation of knowledge also means the accumulation of risks.

The logbook reads: "Some say we live on a peaceful island called Ignorance, surrounded by an endless black ocean.

Maybe we shouldn't have set sail in the first place!"

My cousin Salant also said: "There are two core survival taboos in the entire Eastern Continent:

First, everything that is said must be known! Second, it is not people who chase after knowledge, but knowledge that chases after people! "

All of which goes to show that, to some extent, ignorance may be bliss.

The Church obviously knew far more secrets than Byron did.

It was precisely because of the belief in this concept that the church used bloody rule to start a dark millennium that banned the spread of knowledge and suppressed all literature, art, and science.

The people in charge of copying in the monastery deal with all kinds of knowledge every day, which may have come from some unknown existence hundreds or thousands of years ago. It is normal for accidents to happen occasionally.

Under normal circumstances, the risk is controllable with the help of level zero relics.

But Sister Marina said that "the library has been seriously short of staff in recent days", which means that the library has obviously had some big problems recently.

My aunt and several aunts were taken to a semi-open scriptorium, where paper, quill pens and ink bottles were already laid out on the table.

There are also original manuscripts that need to be copied.

It is particularly worth mentioning that the paper used for writing is no longer expensive parchment, but bagasse paper that has just been exported from Stromgarde to the Old World.

This cheap writing material has apparently begun to gain popularity rapidly.

Sister Marina asked them to find their own seats and immediately urged them to start working:
“This is a mission personally ordered by a saint in the Apostolic Basilica of St. Peter’s.

The traditional monasteries are needed to help copy a copy of the extraordinary classic that cannot be printed and can only be reproduced by the handwriting of an extraordinary person.

Don’t ask questions that you shouldn’t ask. You just need to know that the task is time-sensitive and you must hurry up to copy and complete the task with quality and quantity.

The more you copy, the greater the reward.”

Aunt Margaret and several aunts each unfolded the fragments of the original document that had been deliberately torn into incoherent pages.

One can only roughly see that this is a book of scriptures praising the kingdom of heaven. Perhaps only when it is finally bound and completed can the true appearance of the scriptures be seen.

But when it landed on his aunt's desk, Byron saw its true face through the "Ship Log" - the forbidden book "The Gospel of the Kingdom of Heaven":
"The Source of Knowledge [The Bound Creator].

Some believers who are closest to God may accidentally capture the Creator's scattered knowledge during their daily meditation and prayer.

Over a long period of time, bits and pieces of scattered knowledge were pieced together to form this forbidden book.

The words are full of positive energy. Everyone who has read this book claims to have received revelation and been able to have a detailed conversation with an angel in heaven.

However, the names of angels they described to others were never repeated.

The core ritual [Angel Advent] can draw the power of angels into your body and slowly change your body.

It can better adapt to the divine power and greatly increase the promotion speed of a series of professions in the Temple Sequence.

Even after three rituals of [Gate of Heaven], one can transform oneself into some kind of celestial creature living in heaven, the representative of which is the mythical creature [Angel]!"

“It’s this book?!”

Byron's pupils suddenly shrank. He had seen this scripture before.

On the holy island of Shampoo, the Bloodthirsty Order, clergy from St. Peter's Cathedral practiced this forbidden knowledge.

Just like most forbidden knowledge can point to an old god, this forbidden knowledge comes from the most powerful and only god [the Creator].

Ironically, the church established its own Inquisition, which launched one witch-hunt after another during the Dark Millennium, hunting down dark wizards everywhere.

In the end, it was the thief who cried thief, and the dark wizard was myself.

After being shocked, Byron couldn't help but fall into doubt:

"How is this going?

Isn't it because this knowledge has the side effect of forcing people to praise the angel and convert to his throne that the traditionalists want to learn it after obtaining the [Panacea]?
What are you going to do with all these scriptures you're copying now?"

[Shenjian], who was compressed to a range of 100 meters, immediately scanned the library filled with various materials.

Soon, he found the answer from a papal bull sent from the Apostolic Basilica three days ago.

"From now on, a gag order is issued. No one is allowed to read the works of Cardinal Martin, Archbishop of the Diocese of Wittenberg, especially his Ninety-five Theses against indulgences. Anyone who violates this order will be charged with heresy and sentenced to death."

Byron read the edict quickly.

Only then did he realize what an earth-shaking event had taken place in the Old World during this period of time, and his heart was shaken.

Two months ago, when he encountered the Protestant Paladin [Holy Hammer] Oliver in the capital of Kingston, the other party was already planning an independent action:

“The Protestant forces are weak and need to rely on secular monarchy more than the traditionalists.

Now several saints within the sect are planning to take the lead in helping some of the princes of the Holy Silver Empire who have been most deeply poisoned by the traditionalists to gain independence (Chapter 458).

Three days ago, a cardinal named Martin in the territory of the Holy Silver Empire took the lead in sounding the charge against the traditionalists.

He nailed his own "Ninety-five Theses," also known as "Disputes on the Validity of Indulgences," on the door of All Saints Church in Wittenberg.

Over the past hundred years, Protestant thought has already had a broad base among believers, clergy, secular kings, and princes, but it has never been torn apart.

Now the contradiction has been completely laid out on the table.

Actually, it has a lot to do with Byron.

Because the Kingdom of Castile is the most powerful defender of traditionalism in the secular world.

When they were caught up in the war for the throne and were preoccupied with their own affairs, that was when the traditionalists were at their weakest in the secular world.

At the same time, the huge amount of cheap bagasse paper that suddenly flooded into the market also gave Protestant leaders hope that knowledge would no longer be monopolized by the church and a few powerful people.

In the extraordinary world, if knowledge is not monopolized, then power will no longer be monopolized.

So, without hesitation, they fired the first shot against the traditional parasites!
The traditionalists, led by the Pope, will of course fight back.

The news was blocked immediately. Not only did Byron, who was far away in the Bantaan Islands, not know about it, but even other forces near the Holy Silver Empire were unaware of it.

But they also knew that the news blockade would not last long, and that literary inquisitions could not fundamentally solve the problem of Protestantism.

Therefore, their second step was to distribute the forbidden book "The Gospel of the Kingdom of Heaven".

Byron figured out the whole story and sighed:

"There are also capable people in the church who are well versed in the art of 'controlling comments.'"

The best way to prevent crops from growing in the field is to plant weeds.

He once lived in the Internet age with highly developed information, and knew that when dealing with public opinion, the best way was not to refute it, but to cover your mouth first and then use another more explosive news to downplay it.

If the original news is too explosive, then you can concoct many more explosive and bizarre versions, so that the enemy's internal personnel and many passers-by will find it absurd and attack you spontaneously.

It makes it impossible for supporters of the truth to form a united force.

One move of "key coming" makes you invincible.

The traditionalists want to release all the "angels" in "The Gospel of the Kingdom of Heaven" who are absolutely heretical in order to confuse the public.

Putting "Protestant" ideas, which are not too radical, on the same level as heretical ideas.

Then we can label the original real version as heresy and start a blatant "witch hunt"!
As Byron thought of this, the ink on the logbook began to smudge and new secrets appeared.

[Secret: The fuse of the religious war, historical influence 65] Unlock density 15%.

Byron could not help but marvel at the determination of the traditionalists:
"These people are so ruthless in their efforts to consolidate their power. I don't know how many people will die if this continues.

And the price of publishing the forbidden book is."

That's when.

Suddenly, a nun's aria came from the scriptorium not far away:
"Ah! Praise be to Azrael, the Angel of Death!"

call--!
As a spiritual wind blew, an illusory pale angel emerged from that direction.

It has four colors and four wings, its body is covered with fur, and under the fur are countless pairs of eyes.

It gives people a strong premonition, as if each of these eyes is looking at someone in the world, and when the eyes close, it means someone is about to die.

(End of this chapter)