The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Although Grand Duke Drol is the master of the entire Nawest, he is still subject to some things.

For example, the temple.

The power of God is greater than the power of the king. This is helpless.

In the new continent, whoever has the power can have the final say. Who makes the God of Order the real master of the Hutt Empire?

Although he is not very old, he already has some white hair on his head, which makes him look at least ten years older than his actual age.

Sitting in the spacious office in the Black District, the desk is full of various documents. Sitting expressionlessly.

This is his job, and it is also the price to pay for becoming a qualified duke.

The door suddenly rang, and he didn't even raise his head, and said softly:

"Come in."

The door opened quickly, and the manservant with a white wig on his head walked in silently, and said softly: "My Lord Duke, the time has come. His Excellency Bishop Benjamin Mitchell invites you to the temple. It's not good to be late for the invitation of the temple."

Duke Drol raised his head and glanced at the clock opposite, and nodded slightly without changing his expression.

He slowly stood up from his seat and straightened his already ironed clothes.

"The carriage is ready, Your Excellency." The servant bowed slightly and said respectfully.

...

At noon, a gorgeous carriage stopped outside the Temple of Order.

Four white horses stayed in place in an orderly manner.

Grand Duke Dror slowly got off the large carriage and walked into the temple.

When he entered the temple's auditorium accompanied by the melodious bells of the temple, Bishop Michel had just entered the hall.

"Your Excellency Bishop Michel. May order be with you." Grand Duke Dror lowered his head and tapped his chest four times with his fingers, forming the shape of the scale of order.

Michel responded with the same courtesy. He whispered:

"Order will favor you."

The two did not talk about family matters afterwards. Bishop Mitchell said straight to the point:

"Today, I invited Mr. Drol to come here to explain yesterday's situation to you. This matter cannot be made public. It is only safe in front of God."

Obviously, Grand Duke Drol knew that the confidentiality of the matter should be the highest. His tone contained understanding and calmness, and he said:

"It should be so. This is exactly what I want to know."

According to Bishop Mitchell's instructions, he sat in the middle of the auditorium. The statue of the God of Order at the innermost part of the auditorium was within his sight.

Bishop Mitchell sat beside him in a serious manner, and said in a low voice:

"Yesterday's trial was successful. The anti-will plan was completely broken. The only flaw is that from the scene, two members of the anti-will escaped."

His tone suddenly became low, and he continued:

"Unfortunately, Sheriff Jason of the Extraordinary Events Handling Department was also shot dead in the battle."

He used the word "shot dead" instead of "sacrificed". Grand Duke Drol certainly understood what this meant and nodded in understanding.

"What a pity." He sighed and continued to listen to Bishop Mitchell.

"During the trial, Reverend Aiken Mitchell, Reverend Hollington Makoto, and Reverend Martin Pallavicini made outstanding contributions, and Officer Florian, Officer Ron, and Officer Wilson played an important role."

"A warrior played an important role in the trial. Of course, it was also his mistake that gave the anti-will personnel the opportunity to escape. Someone in the police station knew him. He called himself Captain Jack. His actual name was Alok Phasma. He was the son of Richie Phasma."

"The temple decided to award them the Medal of Honor to commend their outstanding contributions in this trial."

His wording was very interesting. He used the term "outstanding contribution" for the temple personnel, the government personnel played an important role, and citizens like Alok played an important role.

At this point, Bishop Mitchell stopped talking, and believed that Dror would also make some substantive statements.

Sure enough, after thinking for a few seconds, Grand Duke Dror said:

"It's a pity that Sheriff Jason died in the line of duty. It's more appropriate to confer the title of Baron. I believe this will also explain to his family."

He didn't want to tell the scandal, and this was the most appropriate way. Who would have a hard time with the dead?

"Regarding the contribution of the Judgment Hall to the city of Dror, since priests cannot be conferred titles, I think the award of medals of honor and material rewards can be used as a substitute." This is because the Kafka royal family does not want to give the clergy of the temple the actual power to manipulate politics, so it is in line with the temple's regulations.

"As for the contribution of the Mysterious Events Handling Department to this incident, it is more appropriate to give rewards to the extraordinary side."

"As for the warrior, although he made outstanding contributions, he also made certain mistakes. I think the bounty is a good choice."

After he finished speaking, he nodded to Bishop Mitchell, hoping that this answer would satisfy him.

"It should be so." Bishop Mitchell nodded first to confirm Grand Duke Dror's statement.

Then, he frowned slightly and said softly:

"During this trial, the Extraordinary Events Handling Department also became a breakthrough point and one of the factors that led to the fermentation of the incident. I think it is necessary to plug this loophole to ensure the safety of the people of Nawest."

"This is the issue that God is most concerned about!" he said at last.

Such words coming from Bishop Mitchell's mouth are already a strong accusation.

Hearing this, Grand Duke Dror's face rarely showed a little abnormal expression, and he forced a smile and echoed:

"We should reflect on this accident. We can't let the inside become a breakthrough point."

"Yes, this is what the temple hopes to do. Maybe some supervision mechanisms should be added. This should be very helpful in closing loopholes." Bishop Mitchell agreed while making comments.

The anger on Archduke Dror's face flashed away, and he was silent for a few seconds. He also hopes to fight for the final rights for the Department of Supernatural Affairs. said:

"I think the professionalism of the two institutions should be reflected. Incidents involving heretics and cultists are the temple's area of ​​expertise."

"Because of this. I feel it is necessary to close the loopholes. This is what God wants." A smile appeared on Bishop Mitchell's face.

After a long silence, Grand Duke Dror forced a smile on his face and said:

"As it should be."

When Archduke Dror returned to the manor, he picked up the wooden one-handed sword. Swinging wildly in the martial arts room.

Although his expression remained unchanged, his whole body exuded a haze.

My heart kept shouting.

Damn temple! !

Get involved in everything.

And they use God to oppress me. Can you represent God? ? ?

The fierce sound lasted for a long time.

Afterwards, Grand Duke Dror walked out of the martial arts room with his hair a little messy.

He spoke to a valet at the door in a gentlemanly manner:

"Please invite Count Otto to come to my manor. I will wait for him in the study. Then I will change into formal clothes."

Then, he turned around slowly and silently walked towards the study room on the same floor.

. . . . . .

After a while, the carriage of Count Otto's family slowly appeared in the Grand Duke Dror's manor, and simply stopped at the downstairs of the four-story building in the center of the manor.

He stepped into the building and came to the door of the Duke's study.

After the waiter at the door knocked on the door to announce, he smiled politely, took off his bowler hat, and opened the door to enter.

"Your Majesty the Duke." He greeted politely first.

But looking at the Duke who was smoking a cigar, he seemed a little depressed. With a little smile on his face, he walked to the chair opposite Grand Duke Dror and sat down calmly, waiting for Grand Duke Dror's words.

In fact, considering the relationship between the two of them, there is no need to be so reserved. Judging from the fact that he dared to sit down without an order, it was not the first time that the two of them talked like this.

"Have you heard?" Grand Duke Dror exhaled a puff of smoke and said in a deep voice.

Before Count Otto could answer, he said to himself: "The temple wants to intervene in the government's Department of Extraordinary Events."

"I don't have any solution yet. It was indeed our mistake."

"This is just the first step. In the future, they may have to intervene in the affairs of the army. Their plans can be seen from Chelanxi in the west."

Faced with such words, Count Otto comforted him and said:

"Don't say these depressing words. Chelansi is because she is next to Kebli. If the temple is willing to take responsibility, let them go. Or say something else."

"Anything else?" Dror seemed to be in a better mood because of the arrival of his friend, and asked with a sincere smile on his face:

"Tell me about your Rona? Have you found someone you are satisfied with?"

This question is the most difficult question for Count Otto to discuss. It is obvious that he is teasing Otto.

Unexpectedly, Count Otto seemed to be happy when he heard this question.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Don't tell me, it's true. He's the son of your historical consultant."

Grand Duke Dror's face suddenly became dazed and he asked:

"Elok Phasma?"