Chapter 181: My Port Royal is occupied by a witch?

In this period of great voyages in the Middle Ages, almost all major European cities were dirty and ugly, even the capital of England, London.
In this seaside city, it may be fine on sunny days, but here is a rainy and seaside climate. When the rainy season comes, the city streets are full of dirty, stinky and disgusting muddy water. They are generally composed of human and animal feces and mud rain After mixing, they tangled together, exuding a variety of disgusting strange smells.
The reason for this is that, on the one hand, the urban drainage project was not well done during this period; on the other hand, it is because people in this world, especially European whites in this period, still retain the ability to urinate and defecate. Bad habits, both men and women, when in a hurry, usually find a corner with few people, squat down on the ground, and a bunch of fresh cakes will come out.
Therefore, every rainy day, if anyone turns around in the street, when he or she returns, he or she will be sure that his (her) trouser legs and shoes will be filled with all kinds of disgusting stickies that exude a strange smell.
It may be possible to bring the stool of a certain untouchable to their noble residence. Therefore, in this kind of weather, the nobles generally do not go out easily, and even if they want to go out, they will sit in a tall carriage. In the carriage.
In fact, when it rains, they prefer to stay in a dry and comfortable home, drinking boiled coffee, eating delicious pastries, wearing exquisite silks shipped from the East, and playing with the various items shipped from the New World. Plant gold and silver artifacts, and enjoy the various benefits that this era of great navigation has brought to them.
At this time, on the streets of London, a group of expensively dressed cavalry was braving the heavy rain, riding horses on the streets full of filthy muddy water, and they galloped directly toward the city's palace.
Along the way, they even knocked over and frightened a lot of pedestrians and carriages, and the splashed sewage was also splashed with their gorgeous and expensive officer costumes, but these things, they can no longer take care of them now. !
Because they just received a very important piece of information from a ship docked in the port, which is about the New World, and must be presented to His Majesty King George in the shortest possible time!
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London, in the palace of the British Empire, the owner here, King George II, is signing important documents. The quill in his hand strokes smooth and beautiful letters on the documents. , And then, every time a copy is signed, the servant next to him will help him to stamp each signed document with the king's small seal.
In fact, the content of these documents is not very important, but it still needs his king’s signature and seal to be effective. This is really a boring job, but George II had to do it. Because this is the supreme right of his king! This is where the king's authority lies!
Although, after the bill of rights, the parliament has begun to take over some of the rights that belong to the king, but as the king, the position of George II is still very important. It can be seen from the number of documents he still needs to sign every day. come out.
George Augustus, now the king of England, George II.
He has many titles. He is not only Duke of Braunschweig-Lüneburg, but also the chief treasurer and prince-elector of the Holy Roman Empire and the king of Great Britain and Ireland!
When George II finally signed the last document, he gestured with his eyes to the attendant to use his seal on the candlelight on the side of the test, and then stamped it on the document.
This is already the last document in the morning. As long as he is busy with today’s work, he can enjoy a leisurely afternoon after this. During this whole day, there is nothing that needs him as a king. After processing, he can do whatever he wants.
It’s just that now it’s raining heavily outside, and he really can’t enjoy his own delicious lunch in the open-air garden. It’s really a pity. It’s been raining for several days, and he’s been there for several days. There is no chance to bask in the sun.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
When George II finished his work today, stood up, ready to pack his things and leave this confidential office that bored him a little, suddenly, his exquisite door was knocked hurriedly. Door sound.
At this time, who will make trouble for himself? Don’t they know, it’s almost time for lunch now? If there is anything, you can't wait until tomorrow?
King George II sighed helplessly, before he wanted to come, maybe there is something urgent and troublesome, right? These people really pick the time!
"Let him in!"
George II waved his hand and motioned to the attendant to open the door and let the boring person who knocked on the door to come in. Then, he had just stood up and was about to leave and had to sit down again.
Seeing the officials coming in, George II's eyelids jumped. In his opinion, today's lunch seems to be postponed again?
"..."
After closing the two beautiful wooden doors gently, the attendant returned to the king's side again, and began to help the king organize the documents on the desktop, watching with unkind eyes at this time when he was disturbing the king. Your majesty's nobleman.
"Your Majesty! Here is a rushing letter!"
This muddy noble knight drew out from his pocket a letter-sealed cylinder whose shell had long been wet by rain, and then handed it up with his wet hands.
"..."
King George II raised his hand, shook his slightly, and motioned to the waiter on one side to come forward and take the envelope.
However, he did not immediately give an order to open the merger, but frowned and looked at the muddy aristocratic official standing at his desk.
"Sir? I'm very curious, please tell me, what is the important thing that made you come to me so recklessly? Still standing in my room?"
King George II pointed his finger at the officials who were full of dirty mud and filthy muddy water, which was now dripping from the opponent's body, and, more importantly, the opponent's filth step by step has already made him favorite. My velvet carpet is soiled!
Therefore, as a king, he is very dissatisfied with this!
If the other party can’t give him a reasonable answer that satisfies him, then he has to consider whether or not to distribute this official to the New World or the far east so that this can be 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 were captured. !"
The officials did not care about their own sludge image, nor did they heed His Majesty’s condemnation.
When he saw that His Majesty the King didn't even want to open the letter to check it, he quickly anxiously told what he knew from the captain of the ship.
"Port Royal...?"
Hearing this, George II felt a little dazed for a while. Why did this fall again and the fleet was wiped out again?
He didn't seem to have heard of which country they were fighting with in Britain recently?
Although the British themselves have always had various frictions with Spain and other countries, and maritime disputes have never ceased, all countries and parties have maintained a limited degree of restraint. The battle is controlled within a small area. At most, it is a sneak attack on a certain ship or merchant ship that has been ordered. Basically, it is unlikely that such a disgusting incident of attacking a port of a certain country will occur.
"Port Royal...Where is it?"
After thinking about it for a long time, George II, who couldn't remember for a while, had to turn his head and look at the waiter next to him for help.
"Your Majesty, Port Royal is on Jamaica Island in the Caribbean. 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!"
"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 turned over to the royal family every year!"
The waiter whispered something about Port Royal in King George II's ear. In the last sentence, he specially emphasized his tone so as to attract the attention and attention of His Majesty the King.
"what!?"
After being reminded by the waiter, King George II finally remembered what the Port Royal is, and then he was finally shocked that this matter was indeed too big!
How could such an important city fall?
And, if he heard it right, the Caribbean fleet was also wiped out? What a joke!
"Who did it? Could it be that the Spaniards declared war on us again? Why didn't I receive any information? Sir! Tell me what is going on!"
King George II can’t take care of lunch anymore. He is eager to figure out who will attack their harbor and wipe out his Caribbean fleet at the same time?
He looked at all the countries of the European continent. If he can have this kind of strength, I am afraid that only the Spanish are left? Although the Spaniards have lost more strength after many great battles in the past 100 years, compared with the newly emerging Britain, Spain is still a terrifying enemy!
Can swallow Port Royal and wipe out the Caribbean Fleet in one bite, I'm afraid, only the Spanish can do it? Are they going to declare war on their own Britain again? Just like the invincible fleet invading England many times in the past century? Are they going to start a new war?
Suddenly, George II's face was a bit ugly. Britain has just recovered its vitality and is rising. It is now time to plunder the world, but he has no intention of fighting with the Spaniards and giving other countries opportunities in vain!
"Your Majesty, it's not the hateful Spaniards, but... uh, thank you!"
The jazz covered in water shivered, and after taking the towel that a waiter handed him and wiping it casually, he continued:
"Actually, what is attacking us is...Ah sneez!!"
After the noble official rushed from the port to the palace and was caught in a heavy rain, he suddenly sneezed.
"Not Spanish? Are they French? Or Dutch? They don't have that strength, right?"
This stood at the table and sneezed in front of him? This is really rude!
King George II hurriedly flinched back, and after taking up his handkerchief and covering his nose, he frowned and said with dissatisfaction.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! It's not French, let alone Dutch! In fact, they are not made by any European country, but...ahhhh!!"
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, and then go straight home to take a hot bath and rest early.
"Neither is this, nor is that! So, tell me now, my Port Royal, how did it fall? How on earth did my Caribbean fleet be annihilated? Don't tell me those The natives did it!"
This bastard!
After being sneezed twice in a row, King George II was angry, so he stood up directly and roared at the jazz in front of him!
If these things are really done by the indigenous people, then he can imagine that the entire British Empire may become the laughing stock of the entire Europe!
If this is the case, he swears, he will send those dereliction to the gallows!
"Your Majesty, it's not the natives! It is said. It was... it was a group of witches!"
After Sir finished speaking, he hurriedly motioned to the waiter to open the letter.
In the letter, it should be written clearly. His Majesty didn’t quickly open it and have a look. What kind of tantrum at him? He himself only heard a few words from the captain of that ship.
Thinking, he himself felt a bit wronged. He worked so hard and sent the letter immediately under the heavy rain. Is it easy?
Your Majesty, you want to know the specific information, can you just read the letter? Ask him why? He just heard a few words from the messenger, and he also wanted to see what was written in the letter!
"Girl... witch?!"
George II felt that he had auditory hallucinations because of being confused?
"Did you get your stupid head damaged by the rain? What's the joke here? This joke is not funny at all!"
The witch captured a city and wiped out the Caribbean Fleet?
Today is not an April Fool's Day! That's all, he doesn't like the April Fool's Day invented by the Frenchman, George II!
Therefore, after a tantrum, King George II began to the kraft paper envelope in the waiter's hand with an annoyance. At this time, he didn’t care about the sewage on it, so he just tore open the seal, pulled out the letter and began to look at it quickly Read it.
"God...Is this world crazy? How could there be such a thing?"
George II stood up, walked directly outside the desk, and began to pace back and forth.
Then, he tore off the wig on his head and fell on the desk along with the letter, and ordered another waiter next to him:
"Quick! Go and call the minister right away, go!"
"And you! Go to the port right now and summon the captain and chief mate who sent the letter back to me. I need to ask them about some things in person!"
After seeing the waiter leaving, King George II ordered the shivering Jazz standing in the middle of the room again. Anyway, he was already wet by heavy rain, so let's run again.
How could there be a witch? This shouldn't be...
King George II began to pace anxiously in the room~EbookFREE.me~ He didn't even think that there was a witch? This letter, and the seal on it, are written by a nobleman who is very important to him. Presumably, the authenticity should not have the above problem, but... how could there be a witch? They will set fire? Can fly? This must be fake, right?
Over the years, the church has actually burned a lot of witches. They burned a lot here in England. King George II also read many records. It is said that in their Essex County, they burned hundreds of them. Witch!
However, what makes him puzzled is: When did the witch become so powerful? Will occupy the city and conquer the city? 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 disguised as a despicable attack on Port Royal and the Caribbean Fleet, rather than these unnecessarily witches!
Looking at the urgently delivered letter on the table, he almost wondered if someone had partnered up and made a botched joke on him. (Shadow Bear Tibbers' Plane Journey" only represents the views of the author, Shadow Bear, if it is found that its content violates national laws and conflicts, please delete it. The position is only to provide healthy and green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!