Pirate Kingship

Chapter 1111: Chapter 576: Justice Never Late—The Holy Spirit’s Timely Rescue (Part 2)

And the more people die, the stronger the curse becomes.

But Louis XI is different. Aside from not having an official coronation ceremony, he is already equivalent to the King of Iris.

With the Mind Wish Power of twenty million people, even if it is weakly concentrated on him, and the Law-Breaking effect is still faint, it is enough to weaken most of the curses without any problem.

After being weakened by him, at most killing one ordinary legendary figure would completely dissipate it.

Besides...

The [Calamity Witch], who is almost old enough to be someone’s grandmother but still sweet and playful like a girl, shows a mischievous smile:

"The curse launch requires the resentment of the property owner as anchoring, and whoever they resent, the curse falls on them.

But murder, arson, robbery are all things of the ancestors, we descendants of pirates have long since washed ashore.

How can the business we’re doing now be called robbery? We’re all legitimate businessmen.

Whether it’s the real estate in the hands of the Iris Kingdom six months later or the goods, treasures concentrated in the Holy Cross International Bank’s Space Secret Vault, it’s all the treasure owners contributing for protection in the chaotic times... It’s just a security fee.

That’s right, it’s called ’contribution’!"

Byron silently gives a thumbs up to his mother-in-law:

"Look, look, only a professionally cultured person can describe opportunistic plundering so elegantly.

What Emperor Xian, what Returning Duke, they all came this way, right?"

Three generations produce a nobleman, indeed there is inherent reasoning. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

First generation, being pirates, robbing, killing, accumulating initial capital;

Second generation, using initial capital to engage in politics, commerce, curry favor with Lords and Kings, begin to gradually expand industries, launder capital and status;

Third generation, lavishly spend money, marry a daughter of a fallen noble to squeeze into high society, occupy cultural discourse, start to preach truth, goodness, beauty, and the Eight Great Virtues of knights, advocate for the inviolability of private property.

Become a rentier class, earn money just by standing.

Only at this point can one boastfully claim to be a noble gentleman.

Similar to the [Evernight Queen]’s philosophy: "First generation studies politics and war, second generation studies mathematics, philosophy, geography, biology, shipbuilding, sailing, commerce, agriculture, star formation, divination.

Third generation can study painting, poetry, music, architecture, sculpture, weaving, art design and ceramics."

This is not a question of whether ten years of hard study can compare to three generations of accumulation, but whether one generation’s hard work can truly lead to wealth.

Though cruel, it is reality.

Just as in repeated man-made financial crises, each time is a feast and frenzy for financial predators, reaping the blood and sweat accumulation of billions in a nation over decades.

Where is the genius and stock god? It’s just a matter of being able to hear the news that others don’t.

Even that ’heaven’ is served for them, to sit in that position.

Just like the current Lancaster Royal Family, possessing culture and discourse power, earning filthy money without dirty hands, even curses can’t find their way there.

Simply perfect.

No matter how gifted others are, they simply cannot earn this share of money.

"Open fire!"

Bam! Bam! Bam!...

With the commander’s order, dense pellets poured towards the fortress like a heavy rain, a few excellent [Musketeers] could make the fire line bounce between building gaps without losing any impact.

The already exquisite steel plate armor on ordinary knights cannot block the flintlock gun pellets, resulting in another round of screams.

The Urban Great Cannon ended the seven-hundred-year unbreakable myth of the Holy City; similarly, the Musketeer Corps ended the outdated roll of the knighthood.

Even the members of the Storm Knight Order which Byron started have all transitioned to become captains, let alone them?

Only the most core few hundred Holy Knights, using Holy Light to bless their swords and armor, can resist the musket barrage.

At this moment, the Grand Master Jacques de Molay who stands at the forefront already has blood-filled eyes, ghostly shadows flickering in his pupils, yet retains a touch of sanity.

Even after venting most of his resentment, his mind is clearer than at the beginning.

Knowing that compared to his life and Louis XI’s, the survival of the Order of Knights is more important.

Wielding the [Ghost Hand Dagger], sweeping up countless blade lights, deflecting a swath of pellets.

He digs out a golden key from the pouch at his waist and throws it towards "Chief Knight" Rediaweike still in the hall, sternly instructing him using [Mind Sensitivity]:

"Below the altar, there’s a secret passage leading to the seaside, just in case, I prepared a ship there, take the vault key and escort the seed of the Order of Knights away.

Don’t forget to bring the Saint Heir’s [Shroud], combined with the [Twilight Cloak] made from the skin of legendary ascetic monks stored in the vault, enough to shield you from legendary divination probes.

Hide immediately after leaving, keep hiding until Louis XI dies.

Those capable of hurting us value their lives the most; with this ’chicken’ dying first, others dare not act recklessly.

Go overseas to borrow a shell for gradual movement, perhaps cannot save the castle and manor, but preserving the most valuable secret vault should not be difficult! Go quickly!"

The secret vault of the Impoverished Knights Order doesn’t completely exist in the Material World but is akin to an independent Secret Realm like the former Silvergold Island.

Only the key to the vault can locate and open it.

This is the most significant and vast wealth accumulated by the Impoverished Knights Order over centuries.