Pirate Kingship

As early as last night, Byron's guards [Death Wing] and the elite marines of the Lancaster Party had reoccupied Kingston under the command of the guardian knight Bruch, [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred, and the honest man Eight Fingers.

Then a curfew was imposed immediately and stability maintenance work was started.

The Lancaster Party was familiar with this city that had lost control for two years.

They occupied the major key departments and the treasury with ease and watched the residences of the core members of the royal party.

After the pirate ship blocked the route from the sea, a team of messengers went ashore and delivered the order to the castles and town halls of each lord.

Administrative officials and nobles were required to go to the capital to meet the new king as soon as possible and participate in the coronation ceremony of the [King of the Wild Hunt].

If they failed to arrive on time, they would be regarded as traitors and accomplices, and their titles would be deprived at the least, and the death penalty would be imposed at the worst.

The lords of both the royal party and the earl party, along with the core high-ranking officials and even the main fighting forces, were completely destroyed. There was no need to fight another land battle to remove the bastions one by one. One edict was enough to pacify the whole country.

Of course, Byron's new king group actually wished that there would be more fools who disobeyed orders.

The pirate officers who had not had enough fun were clamoring to find a thorn to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, so that everyone could tell who was the big and small king now!

Before dawn, the guards organized the ceremony for the new king to enter the city without stopping, announcing to all the citizens of the capital that Lancaster had returned.

Putting on the formal military uniforms of Hastings, holding bolt-action steel guns, they lined up neatly on the dock of the Thame River like a wall of iron.

Behind them, citizens, officials, and nobles of all classes in the capital had already crowded the limited space.

No organization of the major central administrative departments, the House of Commons and the House of Commons, the consulates of various countries, universities, chambers of commerce, and professional guilds of extraordinary people dared to make excuses not to come, and those who came must be the leading figures.

Regardless of their stance, when they saw the [Legendary Battleship Golden Deer] in the intelligence and the commerce-breaking fleet that seemed to be glowing with golden light, they suddenly felt that they had awakened their talent of "being good at singing and dancing" and that gentleness and obedience were their nature.

The four words "conquering people with virtue" were fully reflected.

Therefore, without waiting for the Lancaster etiquette officer to lead, the cheers of people from all walks of life who were deeply impressed by the "virtue" of the new king were like a tsunami:

"Long live His Majesty!"

"Long live!"

Byron rode on the back of [Eight-legged Pegasus] Slipnir and took the lead in landing at the port. His uncle and father did not come out to steal his limelight.

He was followed by the two queens Catherine and Violet riding ghost war horses.

Cardinal Theresa, holding a silver cross, followed closely with holy light all over her body, symbolizing the support from the "church".

Behind them were hundreds of tall and cold knights in the Wild Hunt, with colorful iris flags representing Byron's identity fluttering in the wind.

After landing, the knights even kept the same pace with their horses, and when they marched together, the ground was shaking slightly.

It was clearly the most gorgeous dressage, but in the eyes of others, it looked more like a ruthless killing machine like a flood.

Behind them were neatly lined navy soldiers and marines, with neat military appearances and solemn faces, without any appearance of a ragtag army.

They were filled with the high morale and strict military discipline unique to the new regime, which was completely different from those noble private soldiers.

In Byron's spiritual vision, he could clearly see that the originally fluctuating thoughts and wishes above the capital quickly stabilized, and he nodded with satisfaction:

"The one with strong soldiers and horses is the king, this is the most unyielding destiny in the world."

Some people missed his invincible grandfather Henry V and his kind and benevolent uncle Henry VI, and hoped that the legal system of Lancaster could continue in him.

Some people worship strength and firmly believe that justice will surely defeat evil, because strength represents justice, and they are glad that they will have a powerful protector.

More people are afraid of his military power. After weighing the pros and cons, they realize that the consequence of doing something may be their precious life, and immediately hide all their little thoughts quietly again.

Gathering people is indeed the strongest power in the world, but how to deal with people and make them all follow your will is also the most difficult knowledge in the world.

Byron led the team forward and waved to the people, but when he saw the banner with the special headline:

"Welcome His Majesty to his loyal Kingston!

The people of Kingston, who have suffered under the rule of the tyrant White Rose family, will always be loyal to the great Red Rose!"

But he shook his head in his heart:

"Forever loyal? What a luxurious word.

Edward IV is gone now because he believed the nonsense of "the great loyal minister Byron Tudor".

There is no eternal loyalty in the world, only eternal interests."

Mortals can't imagine the power of gods at all. Even if it is just a false god, it is an expert in controlling the power of mind and will.

[The power of the underworld] allows Byron to directly observe and interfere with the collective subconscious sea of ​​human beings, and clearly see the emotional aura of each "collective" at this time.

Blue represents calmness and rationality, yellow represents happiness and hope, red represents enthusiasm and welcome, black and red represent hostility, and pure black represents hatred.

In particular, the "pardon rumor" spread by Guts has been fermenting silently overnight, and with the [Echoes of History], it is clear who supports and who opposes.

Byron silently recorded each of them in his [Logbook].

"The royal power of Hastings has been weak for hundreds of years. Where the royal power cannot reach, others will naturally occupy it for us.

The power of the entire country has been divided up by various interest groups.

If the aristocratic feudal system cannot be eliminated and the royal power and laws in my hands cannot be strengthened to the maximum extent, new challengers to the throne will appear sooner or later.

Fortunately, solving problems with sabers instead of words is the exclusive power of every founding monarch!

I used violence to seize power and killed the two largest factions, the Royal Party and the Earl Party, and the power of the great nobles has been almost wiped out.

No one is bigger than my fist.

The remaining people are leaderless, and they can be defeated one by one without causing violent turmoil.

Especially."

As he moved forward, people from all walks of life continued to present him with gifts according to tradition: flowers, cheese, and fine wine. He also talked cordially with representatives from all walks of life with impeccable demeanor.

The accompanying [painters] of the palace sequence quickly recorded the scenes, and the [novelists] wrote furiously for tomorrow's newspaper.

Until they were about to reach the end of the welcoming team.

After bowing to Byron, several representatives of the land nobles tore off the red silk covering the gifts beside them.

"Your Majesty, on behalf of the new land nobles and the Black family, we pay you the highest respect."

The brilliant golden light immediately stung the eyes of the onlookers, and the bustling dock was instantly silent.

After discussing countermeasures yesterday, they decisively asked the [craftsman] to build a pure gold bust for Byron overnight.

This is the "simple folk customs" they want to offer to the new king!

It's just that others see the golden statue, but Byron sees the blood and tears of countless landless farmers, as well as the lingering dark thoughts and wishes.

His face remained calm, and the [Great Kindness Halo] above his head quietly lit up, showing an especially kind smile to these new nobles who actually wanted to subvert the royal power in the intelligence:

"You and the Black family are my friends.

Everyone can rest assured that I am the protector of the entire Hastings, and will strictly protect the people's "legal" private property in accordance with the Magna Carta.

The land nobles are the cornerstone of the kingdom. While owning vast lands, your responsibilities are also particularly heavy.

As long as everyone abides by the duties of paying taxes, recruiting, and defending the land, I will always guarantee your legal rights."

The three basic obligations of feudal lords: paying taxes, recruiting, and defending the land.

Taking taxes refers to paying taxes to the king or the grantor (great lord); recruiting refers to receiving an order to lead troops to support the king or the grantor;

Defending the land is the kings' conspiracy against the border nobles. Once they lose their land due to war, natural disasters, weirdness, etc., the royal family can nationalize it after retaking it.

Without the fiefdom, the nobles are nothing. Not to mention seeking political power, even survival is a big problem.

Just "defending the land" is a big deal.

After Byron finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at a window of a building next to the dock, then rode away and headed straight for Ganquan Palace.

"Yes, Your Majesty. We must abide by the law!"

Hearing Byron's "promise", the land nobles couldn't help but smile and celebrate.

The new king is so powerful that it is almost a fantasy to replace the [king] with the [prime minister]. For them, it is a huge victory to be able to use the king's hand to protect their existing interests at this stage.

As long as they control the country's economic lifeline, the king will have to rely on their strength.

The reason why they have wild ideas is not because these people are not smart.

After all, swords and guns can conquer the world, but I have never heard of swords and guns governing the world.

Just like the gentry class in the ancient dynasties of Byron's previous life who ruled the world with the emperor.

They have experienced the emperor and the kings of the same surname ruling the world together, the military nobles ruling the world together, the aristocratic families ruling the world together, the clans ruling the world together, the literati ruling the world together, and the gentry ruling the world together.

The king's governance of the country must be inseparable from a ruling group with huge influence.

The gentry with inertia of thinking still wanted to use the past to threaten the foreign court, but they did not expect that the foreign emperor had his own "iron crops" as a base.

Drawing out the knife and chopping them one after another, they finally recognized their new identity.

It can be said that they will not cry until they see the coffin.

So in the eyes of the land nobles, after the royal party and the earl party are gone, the remaining main forces are the new land nobles, except for the church, which also occupies about 20% of the land.

It is impossible for the immortal gods to do everything personally. As long as they can master the right to distribute secondary interests, it is equivalent to mastering the power itself.

But like the gentry in Byron's previous life, they did not realize that they are not irreplaceable.

The Holy Golden Empire, which served as a pilot, has already delivered a satisfactory answer.

The national center uses the [Midnight Demons] of the Demon Banquet Council or the excellent [Wild Hunt Servant] who have retained their consciousness, and the administrative departments at all levels are in charge of the affairs officers who have been fairly selected through examinations.

It can fully guarantee the normal operation of a country.

And these land nobles are actually their own gravediggers.

It is precisely because they drove a large number of farmers into the city and eliminated the personal dependence of farmers and land that they lost their wings and the possibility of gathering to cause trouble.

It also made the cities surrounded by large farms become the main body of the national administrative unit, and only needed far fewer managers than in the past to govern these places.

In addition, the sufficient labor force just achieved the precondition of industrialization, and factories could be built as soon as the whale oil-powered steam engine entered the market.

Finally, Byron took back their land and redistributed it according to the villages, and he could completely win the hearts of the people without spending a penny of his own money.

Of course, the basic principle of land distribution is: "Water, mines, cities and land belong to the state, and collective houses and mountains are reserved for private use."

Farmers only have the right to use the cultivated land but not the ownership. They cannot buy and sell it, but they can use it as a reservoir and flood discharge channel for the lower level of industrialization.

Even if workers leave the city because of cyclical industrial growth and decline, they will not become wanderers and unstable factors because they have no land to farm, and they will greatly improve the stability of the entire country.

One fish for four ways to eat, or they personally prepared it and served it to Byron.

What kind of spirit is this?

Byron thanked their ancestors for nearly two hundred years from the bottom of his heart.

So, no matter what the attitude of the land nobles is.

This New Year pig must be killed, and 20% of the land must be taken. If it is not killed, his royal family will not be able to celebrate the New Year.

A group of land nobles thought they had received the promise of the new king.

But the [banker] Hal Black, who did not personally test it but was glanced at by Byron from a distance, instantly felt like he was falling into an ice cave.

The moment they looked at each other, it was as if a self-eating snake was opening its mouth to swallow him in one bite.

When he came to his senses, his back was already sweating.

"No, I have to run!"

A bystander can see clearly. Byron just mentioned the word "legal" repeatedly, which made him feel a huge crisis.

The land nobles did not have this awareness, but the [banker] who dealt with contracts and legal provisions all day long knew:

"Law is the bottom line of morality. If someone claims to be law-abiding all day long, he may be a scumbag!"

It is also conceivable what their position in the new king's mind is like.

Even though Hal Black didn't know where Byron's confidence in ruling the country came from, and didn't realize that he and his money couldn't escape at all, he knew that the land nobles might be in trouble.

But just after taking a step, he stopped again, his face uncertain.

"Wait, isn't the original intention of our 'Free Masons' to become a world aristocracy beyond the country?

As long as this goal can be achieved, what difference does it make whether we rely on land nobles or royal power?

We also want a powerful and ambitious monarch. After all, only an unprecedentedly strong national strength can allow the iron hoof of the financial empire to trample the entire world and wantonly dump all commodities such as wool products.

That [King of the Wild Hunt] is not only the [Night Demon King] of the Bloodthirsty Cult, but also the Pioneer Pilot Colonial Trade Company and Pioneer Bank in his hands have a huge influence in the colonies and the southern continent.

This kind of bloodthirsty and rentier should be the leader of the 'Free Masons'!"

Thinking of the rumor that Saint Byron is equivalent to the [Holy Spirit], he finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind:

"At the beginning, the ancestors betrayed and sold out the [Holy Son] who came to the world, which made this mythical era and silver The savior at the time of the change of the era was nailed to the cross.

Today, the new savior [Holy Spirit] at the time of the change of the Silver Era and the Snail Era has come again, and we have come to the crossroads again.

I'm sorry, allies and compatriots, I can only continue to respect the decision of our ancestors and sell you!

After all, this is the tradition of our tribe. The Remit people believe in money and nothing else.

Don't blame me, blame our ancestor who accepted the thirty silver coins.

At that time, I will act as an insider and let the defeated "Golden Power Restoration Party" transfer all its assets to Hastings, so that His Majesty [King of the Wild Hunt] can see my sincerity.

Maybe I will have the opportunity to drink [Panacea] and become an immortal night demon. "

In the eyes of the "Free Masons Association", the Remit people are more of an identity. They live in various countries. After wandering for thousands of years, who knows how many times their blood has been mixed?

Compare their blood with those living in their homeland. In fact, they may be more authentic.

The so-called Remitian religion is just a skin to identify identity. Even if he changes his religion and changes his faith, it doesn't matter to him at all.

"It doesn't matter if this Remitian is not a good person!

For the lofty goal, necessary sacrifices are worth it. For the overall situation, I can only sacrifice you.

Oh no, I'm sending you to see the Creator.

We all have a bright future!"

Hal Black thought so, and his chest slowly straightened up.

Facing the direction where Byron left, he nodded his chest four times in a serious manner:

"I saw in the visions of the night, and there came one like the son of man riding on the clouds of heaven.

He was led to the Ancient of Days, and was given authority, glory, and a kingdom, so that people of all parties, nations, and tribes would serve him.

His authority is everlasting and will not pass away, and his kingdom will not be destroyed.

Praise Saint Byron!"

A chain of faith anchor appeared out of thin air, and it was unexpectedly thick.

Human beings always seek benefits and avoid harm.

It is so simple for a powerful person to do things, and he will be surrounded by good people and loyal subjects.

You don't need to tell anyone to do anything, and there are always countless people who will take the initiative to figure out your preferences and intentions.

It's just like a handsome rich man falling in love, there is no difficulty.

In the coming troubled times, strength is Byron's greatest asset. Even if he stands there and does nothing, countless people will take the initiative to jump onto his ship.

At this time, in the deepest part of Ganquan Palace, which has been heavily blocked.

[The Most Beautiful Woman in the Channel Islands] Elizabeth Woodville was dressed in a gorgeous dress, sitting in front of the dressing table to put on her makeup.

Although she has given birth to ten children, she is still gorgeous.

In addition, she has a bottle of [Blood Brew·Bloody Mary] that the Thirsty Blood Cult has paid tribute to in previous years, so that her appearance is almost forever fixed ten years ago.

This "most beautiful woman" will never change.

But now she heard the movement from outside, and her hands trembled slightly.

Yesterday she saw with her own eyes a black stream of water flowing out of the void, sweeping away all eight children born to her and Edward IV.

Especially the eldest son of Edward V, who was considered to be the next king, was her greatest support.

In just a few months, she lost her entire family, husband, and children. At this time, every step closer the new king was to Ganquan Palace, she was stripped of the "Queen" status on her head, and she was about to lose even the last position.

Elizabeth gently stroked her red lips and delicate collarbone, and a strong confidence returned to her face:

"It's okay, no man can resist my charm, especially those powerful kings.

As long as Byron Lancaster sees me as a king, he will definitely want to possess me madly and never look down on other women.

I don't love girls, I only love widows.

Kneeling on one knee humbly, I put on the queen's crown for me again.

It was exactly the same as when Edward fell at my feet!

At that time, everything will be back to me again."

She stood up and stood in front of the palace gate, quietly waiting for the new king to arrive.

As the sound of horse hooves sounded, the white roses in the entire Ganquan Palace bloomed one after another, but they all turned red while blooming.

Even in a world with extraordinary power, this scene is like a miracle!

It seems that the destiny of the red rose is gradually reoccupying this place.

However, what Elizabeth waited for was not the new king.

But Catherine, who had grown from 19 to 21 years old after two years of escape.

Her long golden hair was as dazzling as the sun.

Her flaming red lips were charming and voluptuous, her lake green eyes were like two bays of pure lake water, and her delicate skin was white and flawless.

Her exquisite dress with lace outlined her perfect figure with slender branches and fruits, and her exquisite clavicle was exposed on her chest, and there was a touch of snow-like whiteness.

She had the bright and moving beauty of the [Flower of the North] and the glittering brilliance of the [Mithril Dragon], like a bright pearl, and her beauty was really dazzling.

"Is it you? Where is the new king?"

Elizabeth couldn't help but feel jealous when she saw Catherine at this time, and vaguely felt that her beauty seemed to be dimmed by three points in front of her.

But she encouraged herself secretly:

"It's okay, I am the [First Beauty in the Channel Islands]. No matter how beautiful other women are, as long as the title ability is still there"

Crack!

Just as the thought came to her mind, Elizabeth heard the sound of something invisible breaking above her head, and her face turned pale.

Her title of [First Beauty in the Channel Islands] actually collapsed at this critical moment.

"No——!"

This is the disadvantage of any title or holy relic with words like "most" or "first". When they are replaced by others, the ability they possess will collapse instantly.

When the [Flower of the North], which was still a little immature in the past two years, gradually grew and showed its own color, Elizabeth's title of the first beauty was no longer worthy of the name.

"Ahhhh. Give me back my title!"

Just when Elizabeth, who had lost everything, was hysterical and wanted to pounce on Catherine to scratch her face and regain the title ability.

The evil spirit Bloody Mary, who had been hunting down members of the Woodville family but could do nothing about the former queen, quietly appeared behind her.

He opened his black mouth like a city gate and swallowed her in one gulp.

Elizabeth also became the first person to be "dead of beauty" by Catherine!

Only Catherine, who had not figured out the situation the whole time, scratched her cheeks and waved her hand to let the maids clean up the palace.

Byron did not go to the bedroom at all, nor did he want to see the widowed queen again. Instead, he led his [Right Hands of the King] to the Privy Council and began to arrange the final cleanup tasks.

"The Star Chamber Court is responsible for the upper city, the Storm Cloak is responsible for the manor outside the city, and the Royal Tax Inspection Bureau is ready to go out on business."

The Star Chamber Court of [Dead Knight] Andrew, the Storm Cloak of [Phantom Blade] Gus, and the Royal Tax Inspection Bureau of [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred, these three carriages together constitute the secret police force to maintain the royal power.

Especially the Royal Tax Inspection Bureau, which is in charge of Alfred, the Gold and Yuan Sequence [Gourmet].

They are equipped with armed personnel: armed inspection teams, prisons, courts, lawyers, intelligence departments. They can go head-to-head with any noble family in the country.

Responsible for collecting taxes on land, commodity transactions, trade and imports, and strive to not miss any copper coin of tax.

Department motto: "Only death and taxes are inevitable."

When the three of them went out together, they were the real king's personal army:

"I will solve the cases that the Tribunal sequence cannot solve, I will kill those who the Tribunal dare not kill, and I will take care of the things that the Tribunal dare not manage.

In a word, I will manage what the Tribunal can manage, and I will manage what the Tribunal cannot manage even more. I will kill first and report later, and the royal power has granted!

This is the Star Chamber Court/Storm Cloak/Tax Collector, is it clear enough?"

To put it bluntly, it is Byron's East, West, and Central Factories.

After the army was reorganized and the tasks were assigned, the royal capital immediately imposed a curfew as soon as night fell.

Trample, tramp, tramp.

The dense footsteps resounded throughout the royal capital.

The three parties were fully mobilized, and according to the intelligence collected in advance and the list of enemies that Byron saw in person during the day, they began a comprehensive cleansing.

The blood mist enveloped the entire city in the blink of an eye.

The [Iron Law of Royal Power·Magna Carta] above the kingdom is growing rapidly. Every time a dissident is solved, the legal network becomes brighter.

Byron stood on the tower of the palace, feeling the blood and energy in the sky above the capital gradually reaching its peak.

He exhaled deeply.

He took out the [Golden Fleece] from [Captain Goat] Alex from his pocket space, pulled out three wools from it, and blew hard at them.

Whoosh!

The three wools suddenly expanded rapidly in the divine aura, constantly absorbing the blood and energy diffused over the entire city, as well as the resentment of the landless peasants against the land nobles that had lasted for two hundred years, and turned into three golden goat-headed people one after another.

To be more precise, it was a fourth-level grotesque [Sheep Eating People]!

In the past, sheep ate peasants, but this time, they ate the land nobles.

They will start with the nobles who have the most innocent blood on their hands and the most resentment, and eat them one by one.

The land nobles can of course flee and leave their territory like the peasants did before, but as long as they flee, the Royal Tax Inspection Bureau will take back their land.

Just like what they have done to the peasants in the past two hundred years.

His Majesty Byron, as the guardian of the whole territory, is the king of the nobles and the king of the peasants. He is absolutely fair and just and treats everyone equally.

Baa, baa, baa.

The three sheep called to Byron twice and immediately turned into streams of light and disappeared into the night.

At this time, he seemed like a truly qualified king, with a blank expression on his face:

"Since I have absolute power, who has the leisure to play the game of thrones with you?

Only after cleaning the house can we welcome the 'guests'."

After a pause, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the third circulation belt.

"I really don't have much time left."