Chapter 181 My Port Royale Was Occupied by Witches?
During this period of great voyages in the Middle Ages, almost all large European cities were dirty and ugly, even London, the capital of England, was no exception.
In this city near the sea, it may be okay on sunny days, but here is a rainy climate near the sea. When it rains continuously, the city streets are full of dirty, smelly and disgusting muddy water. They are usually made of human and animal feces and soil rainwater After being mixed together, they exude all kinds of disgusting strange smells.
The reason for this is that, on the one hand, the city’s drainage works were not done well during this period; on the other hand, it is because people in this world, especially white Europeans in this period, still retain the habit of defecating anywhere. Bad habits, no matter men or women, when they are in a hurry, they usually find a corner with few people, squat down on the ground, and a fresh lump of poop comes out of the oven.
Therefore, whenever it rains, whoever takes a walk on the street, when he or she comes back, it is guaranteed that his (her) trouser legs and shoes will be filled with all kinds of disgusting sticky substances that emit strange smells.
Maybe they can even bring the shit of a pariah to their aristocrat's residence. Therefore, in this kind of weather, nobles generally don't go out easily. Even if they want to go out, they will sit in a tall four-wheeled carriage in the carriage.
Actually, on this kind of rainy day, they prefer to stay in a dry and comfortable home, drink boiled coffee, eat delicious pastries, wear exquisite silk brought from the East, and play with various items brought back from the New World. A variety of gold and silver artifacts, enjoying the various benefits brought to them by the age of great navigation.
At this time, on the streets of London, a group of luxuriously dressed cavalry was braving the heavy rain and galloping wildly on the streets full of filth and muddy water. They galloped directly towards the location of the city's royal palace.
Along the way, they even knocked over and frightened many pedestrians and carriages, and the splashed sewage also splashed all over their gorgeous and expensive military uniforms, but they couldn't care about these things now. !
Because they just received a very important message from a ship docked at the port, about the New World, and it must be delivered to His Majesty King George in the shortest possible time!
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London, in the royal palace of the British Empire, the owner here, King George II, is signing important documents, and the quill in his hand draws smooth and beautiful letters on each document , Then, every time a document is signed, the servant next to him will help him stamp the king's small seal on each signed document.
In fact, the contents of these documents are not very important, but they still need to be signed and stamped by the king to take effect. This is really a boring job, but George II has to do it. because,
This is the supreme right of his king! This is where the king's authority lies!
Although, after passing the Bill of Rights, Parliament has begun to take over part of the rights belonging to the king, but as the king, George II's position is still very important, as can be seen from the number of documents that still need to be signed by him every day. come out.
George? Augustus, now King of England, George II.
He has many titles, he is not only the Duke of Brunswick-Lüneburg, but also the Chief Treasurer and Prince-Elector of the Holy Roman Empire and King of Great Britain and Ireland!
When George II finally signed the last document, he signaled the attendant with his eyes to use his seal to test it on the candle beside him, and then stamped it on the document.
This is already the last document in the morning, as long as today's work is done, he can enjoy a leisurely afternoon after that, during the whole day, there is nothing that needs him, the king, to go It's done, he can do whatever he wants.
It's just that it's raining heavily outside now, and he really can't enjoy his own delicious lunch in the open-air garden. This is really a pity. It has been raining continuously for several days, and he has also been No chance to bask in the sun.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
When George II finished his work today, stood up, and was about to pack up his things and leave the confidential office room that made him a little bored, suddenly, there were bursts of hasty knocks on his beautiful door. door noise.
At this time, who will make trouble for himself? Don't they, don't they know, it's almost lunch time? If there is something, can't wait until tomorrow?
George II sighed helplessly in his heart. When he thought about it, there must be some troublesome and urgent matter, right? These people really know how to pick their time!
"Let him in!"
George II waved his hand and signaled the attendants to open the door and let the boring person who knocked on the door come in. Then, he had to sit down again after he stood up and was about to leave.
Seeing the officials coming in, King George II's eyelids twitched. In his opinion, today's lunch seems to be postponed again?
"..."
After gently closing the two exquisite wooden doors, the attendant returned to the king's side again, and began to help the king organize the documents on the desktop, while looking unkindly at the king who came to disturb the king at this time. This nobleman of His Majesty.
"Your Majesty! Here is an urgent letter!"
This muddy noble knight took out a letter envelope that had been soaked by rainwater from his pocket, and handed it up with wet hands.
"..."
King George II raised his hand, shook two fingers slightly, and signaled the waiter on the side to go forward and take the envelope.
However, he didn't immediately order to open it, but frowned and looked at the muddy noble official standing in front of his desk.
"Sir? I'm very curious. Please tell me, what is the important thing that made you walk in front of me so disregarding the etiquette? And even stood in my room?"
George II pointed out that the official's body was full of dirty mud and filthy muddy water, and now it was dripping from the opponent's body, and, more importantly: the dirt of the opponent's step by step has already become his favorite The deerskin carpet is stained!
Therefore, as a king, he was very dissatisfied with this!
If the other party can't give him a reasonable answer that satisfies him, then he has to consider whether to send this official to the New World or the far east, and make this bastard a little governor who will never come back ?
"Your Majesty! Our Port Royal has fallen, and the Caribbean fleet has almost been wiped out! Twenty-five warships were captured! Seventeen were sunk and burned! More than a thousand soldiers were killed, and the rest...all captured !"
The officials didn't care about their muddy image, nor did they heed His Majesty's criticism.
When he saw that His Majesty the King didn't want to open the letter to check it, he anxiously told all the things he knew from the captain of the ship.
"Port Royal...?"
Hearing this, King George II felt a little dazed for a moment, why was this a fall and the fleet was wiped out again?
Recently, he doesn't seem to have heard of which country Britain is at war with again?
Although the United Kingdom has always had various frictions with Spain and other countries, and maritime disputes have never ceased, but all parties in various countries have maintained limited restraint with each other, and only The battle is limited to a small area, and at most it is a sneak attack on a single ship or merchant ship. Basically, it is unlikely that such a disgusting incident of capturing a port in a certain country will occur.
"Where the hell is Port Royal...?"
After thinking for a long time, George II, who couldn't think of it for a while, had to turn his head to look at the waiter next to him for help.
"Your Majesty, Port Royal is on the large island of Jamaica in the Caribbean Sea. It is the most important city and port of the British Empire in the New World! It is also the most dazzling pearl of our British Empire in the Caribbean Sea!"
"Every year, it can pay a huge amount of fiscal taxes for the country, as well as various special products from the New World. Moreover, there are special tributes worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins that are handed over to the royal family every year!"
The waiter whispered something about Port Royal in George II's ear, and in the last sentence, he specially emphasized his tone in order to attract the attention and attention of His Majesty the King.
"What!?"
After being reminded by the waiter, King George II finally remembered what Port Royal was, and he was finally shocked. This matter is indeed too big!
How could such an important city fall?
Moreover, if he heard correctly just now, the entire Caribbean fleet was wiped out? What a joke!
"Who did it? Could it be that the Spaniards have declared war on us again? Why haven't I received any information? Sir! Tell me, what is going on!"
George II couldn't take care of lunch now, he was eager to find out who would attack and capture their port and wipe out his Caribbean fleet at the same time?
Looking at the entire European continent, the Spaniards are probably the only ones with such strength? Although the Spaniards have lost a lot of strength after many sea battles in the past hundred years, compared with the newly rising Britain, Spain is still a terrifying enemy!
To be able to swallow Port Royal and annihilate the Caribbean fleet, I am afraid, only the Spaniards can do it? Could it be that they are going to declare war on their own Britain again? Just like the Armada invaded England many times in the past century? Are they going to start a new war?
All of a sudden, George II's face was a little ugly. The United Kingdom has just recovered and is on the rise. Now is the time to plunder the world, but he has no intention of fighting with the Spaniards. It is for nothing to give other countries a chance!
"Your Majesty, it's not those hateful Spaniards, but... uh, thank you!"
Jazz, who was covered in water, shivered for a while, and after he took a towel handed to him by a waiter and wiped it casually, he continued:
"Actually, the one who attacked us was... ahhh!!!"
After the noble official was rushed from the port to the palace and was drenched in a heavy rain, he sneezed suddenly.
"Aren't they Spaniards? Are they French? Or Dutch? They don't have that strength, do they?"
This bastard actually stood in front of the table and sneezed in front of himself? What a shame!
George II quickly shrank back a bit, and picked up his handkerchief to cover his nose, then frowned and said dissatisfiedly.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! They are not French, nor Dutch! In fact, they are not made by any European country, but... ahhh!!!"
The jazz sneezed again.
He felt that he might have caught a cold because of the heavy rain, so he decided to hurry up and finish the matter, then go home and take a hot bath and rest early.
"Neither is this, nor is that! So, tell me now, how did my Port Royal fall? How did my Caribbean fleet fall? Don't tell me it's those Natives did it!"
The bastard!
After being sneezed twice in a row, King George II was furious, so he stood up directly and roared at the Jazz in front of him!
If these things were really done by the natives, then he could imagine that the entire British Empire might become the laughing stock of the whole of Europe!
If that's the case, he swears, he will send those derelict bastards to the gallows!
"Your Majesty, the natives did not do it either! It is said that it was... a group of witches did it!"
After the Sir finished speaking, he quickly signaled the waiter to open the letter.
In the letter, it should be clearly written. If His Majesty the King doesn't open it up and take a look, what kind of trouble is it to lose his temper at him? He himself only heard a few words from the captain of that ship.
Thinking about it, he himself felt a little wronged, he worked so hard and braved the heavy rain to deliver the letter as soon as possible, is it easy?
Your Majesty, if you want to know the specific information, can you just read the letter? Ask him why? He also only heard a few words from the messenger, and he also wanted to see what was written in the letter!
"Female...witch?!"
George II felt that he had auditory hallucinations because he was confused?
"Did you get your stupid head damaged by the rain? What's the joke here? It's not funny at all!"
Witches captured a city and wiped out the Caribbean fleet?
Today is not April Fool's Day! It's just that he, George II, didn't like the April Fool's Day invented by the Frenchman either!
So, after losing his temper, George II snatched the kraft paper envelope from the waiter angrily. At this time, he didn't care about the sewage on it, so he tore open the seal, took out the letter and began to quickly Read up.
"God... is this world crazy? How can such a thing happen?"
George II stood up, walked directly outside the desk, and started pacing back and forth.
Then, he tore off the wig on his head and dropped it on the desk together with the letter, and ordered to another waiter next to him:
"Quick! Call the ministers immediately, go!"
"And you! Go to the port right now, and summon all the important crew members, including the captain and first mate, who sent back the letter. I need to ask them face to face!"
After seeing the waiter leave, George II ordered the shivering Sir standing in the middle of the room, anyway, he was already wet by the heavy rain, so let's run again.
How could there be a witch? It shouldn't be...
King George II began to pace the room anxiously. He didn't even think that there really were witches? This letter, as well as the seal on it, were written by a nobleman who he valued very much. Presumably, the authenticity should not have the above problems, but... how could there be a witch? Will they still set fire? still fly? This must be fake, right?
Over the years, the church has burned a lot of witches, and they burned a lot here in England. George II has also read a lot of records. It is said that in their Essex county, hundreds of witches were burned. witch!
However, what he couldn't figure out was: when did the witch become so powerful? Will the city occupy the city and conquer the land? Even the Royal Fleet of the British Empire is not an opponent? How is this possible?
He is more willing to believe that all this is actually the Spaniards' despicable attack on Port Royal and the Caribbean Fleet in disguise, not these unfounded witches!
Looking at the urgently delivered letter on the table, he almost thought, did someone team up and play a clumsy joke on him? () "Shadow Bear Tibbers' Journey to the Plane" only represents the author Shadow Bear's point of view. If you find that its content violates national laws and conflicts, please delete it. Our position is only committed to providing healthy and green reading platform.
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