Black sail

Chapter 717 XCVII. Heaven is jealous of heroes.
Micah did not have the right to refuse an "interrogation".

He also guessed that something had happened to Soloren, and whether he could leave Aran alive was another matter.

Soloren did indeed have an accident, but fortunately, he was killed as a blood relative serving as a substitute in the national duel.

If it is a dying wish, then it will be extremely effective.

When Wesker and his group entered, Micah also became serious. Salert and Kaden were also there, which meant that the final verdict was imminent.

"Your Excellency! Your deeds are known to everyone in Alan. Now, even the world's number one musician, Qili, has been rumored to be having an affair with you. Moreover, as a national hero, you have gained both fame and fortune, and promotions and titles are just a piece of the pie."

Ben spoke first, walked behind Micah, and massaged Micah's shoulders.

He wore a carefree smile on his face, but inside he was seething with rage!
I, the Holy Emperor of Britannia, have fallen to such a state!
Logically speaking, Sallet, Kaden, and Quinlan should already be studying at the military academy, but now these people are of a higher rank and belong to the category of imperial envoys. The meaning of an imperial envoy is that it is a special project for the royal family, and no one can touch them before the mission is completed, not even Cicero and Augustus.

As a baron, he had no right to speak. He had originally hoped to surpass the Celestial Emperor in Dugri's Cloud Palace, but now that he had already slept with Qili, no one knew whether anything had happened!

How can it be repaired?
Once my Depression Knife Technique is fully mastered, I'll grind you all to dust! Weibo cremation, Muay Thai warning, 4396!
Micah frowned, not really knowing what was going on. He saw Kaden, who seemed to be Salert's colleague.

Despite his previous criminal record, Kaden was exonerated during the finals of the Stargazing Festival.

Kunlan Micah was not very familiar to Micah, but like Kaden, he had white hair and golden eyes and was of the Heavenly Demon bloodline. His gaze made Micah feel a little uneasy.

Wesker looked at Micah for a while, hesitated, and after much deliberation, had no choice but to deliver the final verdict.

"The Crown Prince's current condition is not optimistic. During the duel, Gerdley coated his weapon with a cursed poison, an alchemical creation made from the corpse fluid of an ancient dragon, the glands of the demon spider Shiro, and a variety of poisons. It is not only poisonous but also has terrifying cursed power."

But Wesker only got halfway through his story.

He was not only Phoenix's swordsmanship coach when he was young, but also Soloren's swordsmanship coach when he was young. The position of Royal City Army Instructor was just a sinecure, but in reality, his status was special.

They also know the inside information.

Unfortunately, even with the combined strength of the royal court, it was too late to reverse the situation; Soloren's death was inevitable.

The medical scholar from the Great Northern Prison provided the answer: the golden period for treatment had passed. Treatment within half a minute of poisoning offers a glimmer of hope, but that is extremely difficult to achieve. It's just that the Witch King's curse was too ruthless and its effects too rapid; by the time it was discovered, it had already spread throughout the body and even breached the blood-brain barrier.

Right now, they're just using methods that aren't really methods, clinging to life with life alchemy.

The Grand Secretary has already advised the Emperor that every second Solomon lives is an extreme torment for him.

Soloran's will to live was terrifyingly strong. Whether it was the curse poison entering his brain or he was talking nonsense, he said in his incoherent ramblings that he could endure any amount of pain.

Beneath that horrific sight, the exposed white bones were covered in black threads of cursed power, the body was rotting, the eyes were cloudy, and the person was on the verge of death.

Even emperors with the potential to capture dragons faced a dilemma.

The Grand Scholar of the Northern Prison was undoubtedly the most authoritative figure in medicine in the world, without exception.

I don't know whether to give Solomon a final end or to use the alchemy of life to let him suffer in this extreme pain and die slowly.

"Since you've come here, it means the matter has already been resolved, right?"

Micah was also surprised by the turn of events. Although he was under house arrest, it was clearly much better than the imprisonment that Cicero had undergone through legal procedures.

Wesker was silent for a moment.

Indeed, there was a result.

Wesker had watched Soloren grow up, and the reason he came here at this moment was because he couldn't bear to see Soloren's miserable state; it was wrong for an older person to bury their younger sibling.

at this time.

From the depths of the capital, the sound of bells rang out, two in a row, the mourning bells tolling for the passing of a member of the royal family.

The tolling bell tears open the cold, dark sky, guiding the soul.

The palace windows were tightly closed, and the curtains were like black veils covering the eyes. The stone-paved square was empty and quiet, and all the people were looking towards the direction of the imperial palace.

The solemn, deep tolling of bells echoed through every street and alley of the capital.

Micah and the others, unaware of its meaning, were simply puzzled by the sudden ringing of the bell.

Wesker simply took a deep breath. After years of bloodshed, and now that the chaos was restarting, there was no time for sentimentality.

"Yes, that's the result. His Highness Soloren died in the duel of the nation, taking the curse and poison in place of the Emperor. That's why the bell was rung in His Highness Soloren's honor."

Wesker said solemnly, "The only thing we can do now is to follow Soloren's last words."

Kaden was shocked, filled with regret. He wished he could die for love and remain chaste with His Highness. But now, seeing Lister, he knew he would be severely punished. He could only find a moment to make amends along the way.

Sallet wasn't surprised. He'd been there during the duel and noticed that Soloren had been coughing incessantly afterward, though his wounds weren't bleeding. Soloren had been forcing himself to stay alert while speaking, and by the time he left, he was unsteady on his feet and had to be helped out by the royal guards. It must be said, though a Dog-Aran, this man was the thirteenth champion who had vanished without a trace. Sallet, who had fought his way up, knew just how high his skill level was; it could only be said that fate was cruel to a hero, and he had died young.

"This……"

Micah didn't know what to say.

He was unaware of the terrible consequences of Soloren's death; Rodrigo XI's goal, though not fully achieved, was very close.

The Lords Act led the Emperor to choose between periodic large-scale revolts and continuous small-scale revolts.

As one of the largest entourages of anti-imperialists in the royal court, Soloron's powerful backer has fallen, and some long-standing cases and related personnel will be purged.

But these people won't be foolish enough to sit idly by and wait to die; they will fight back even when they are on the verge of death.

Perhaps this is destiny.

The Lords Act sparked the Kingdom Duel, which in turn led to the final reckoning of the anti-imperialist lords.

By causing internal strife in the royal court, Rodrigo XI successfully bought time for Bema, eliminating Bema's puppet king before Aran could send troops, and thus seizing power.

Rao Soloron was unruly and temperamental, but he was still the emperor's eldest son. Especially after the duel that claimed the throne, it was hard for others to fathom the emperor's feelings at this moment. Was he grief-stricken? Enraged?
Who knows what they might do?

His last personal campaign was to conquer the giant race in the Western Sea's Forsaken Land. After this internal turmoil ends, he may personally lead an expedition against Bema.

"The matter of Li Si's audience is not as simple as just putting it on the agenda. There is no time for a special envoy to visit and invite Li Si over. The Emperor has issued a decree, an order from him, instructing you to contact Li Si now and have him come as quickly as possible."

Because the matter caused such a huge uproar, Soloren was already dead.

Everything was arranged by the emperor himself.

Wesker clapped his hands, and a tiger-man, escorted by a squad of royal city soldiers, arrived at the room carrying wireless equipment developed by Heaven's Port.

Swan, who leaked information to the Adventurers' Guild, was caught overnight by the Aran Intelligence Bureau and brought back to the royal court.

"Swann?"

Micah was dumbfounded.

Swan's head was buzzing; he had no idea how he had been caught. While resting at a roadside inn on his way to Dugris, a sack was put over his head.

Because it was a personal edict from the Emperor, the power of the First World national agencies was mobilized, and within their own country, no one could hide from them.

"Sent it, buddy."

Swann was a ruthless man who wasn't afraid of death. Even though he knew he had been seriously injured, he remained expressionless while being held captive. In this world, if you're going to get beaten, you have to stand up straight. The worst that can happen is that you die.

"I'm so fucked out."

Micah was sweating profusely. If Lister hadn't come, he would have been in real trouble!

Wesker asked Salert Kaden and his party, as well as the royal guards escorting Swan, to leave first, as he wanted to talk to Micah and Swan about something else.

My emotions were like a rollercoaster, and I released my hand from Micah's massage! Announcing to the world! I am the Holy Emperor of the Britannian Empire!
"Okay, Master, I'll go down now."

Ben was overjoyed, knowing that Lister was in trouble and now Lostella was protecting him. He dared to make a move.

Both Kaden and Salet had their own agendas.

Quinlan had originally intended to test Micah, but after Wesker's words, he had no choice but to back down for the time being.

There were only three people left in the room, along with the wireless equipment developed by Tianguo Port.

Wesker fiddled with the device; though crude, it was genuinely developed by the pirates themselves, demonstrating their technological prowess.

Micah already knows that Lister is an alien.

"Did you know that one of the masterminds behind the riot in the Northern Prison was not from this world?"

Wesker said calmly.

Micah has already been warned by Marcus, damn it, now everyone knows Lister is an alien, right?
Swann was completely bewildered, as if he were listening to gibberish.

"It seems that Lister is indeed on a better terms with you, the doctor. So let's get started. Contact Lister right now and have him come over."

Wesker pointed to the wireless equipment on the table.

(End of this chapter)