civilwarnovels Chapter 508 Group Portrait
Chapter 508 Group Portrait
Chapter 508 Group Portrait
Before leaving Harvest City, Aaron visited the Lorraine family cemetery.
The Duke's assassination once again plunged the entire castle into chaos.
Even the kind and reasonable herald master apologized to Aaron, unable to arrange for anyone to accompany him.
It is said that there are problems with the succession of the Lorraine family, but Aaron did not ask any further questions.
Miss Brianna Lorraine's tombstone sits here, just as it has for decades.
The area in front of the tombstone is clean and tidy, which means someone must clean it regularly.
Aaron offered a flower he had picked along the way, reminisced for half a minute, and then prepared to leave.
Behind Miss Brianna's tombstone were several new graves, which Aaron glimpsed by chance before turning away.
Looking at the inscriptions on the tombstones, Aaron suddenly realized what was going on.
"So that's how it is, Miss Brianna. Is this your curse? You're truly cunning—"
As we continued to sink, the cold intensified.
The water transitioned from white to blue, and then to complete darkness.
Only the pink glow of the jellyfish and the greedy yellow light ignited by the deformed anglerfish.
However, if it continues to sink, the chill will gradually fade and the temperature will gradually rise.
The water's color also turned into a mesmerizing icy blue.
Countless bubbles rose from the bottomless depths, some large enough to support a boulder.
The echoes lingered.
Living creatures naturally inhabit the area.
A gigantic, monstrous sea creature is resting.
However, they were bound by chains and were nothing more than slaves.
They were ruled by blue-purple humanoid creatures covered in coral and runes.
They may be millions in number, but they share a single will.
That is the will of the race, the will of the sea.
Their eyes were fierce, and they greedily looked up at the rising sky.
They were itching to act, but hadn't yet.
It seems they are waiting for an opportunity.
Everything on the seabed is subject to will.
There is only one exception.
That is the purest and most beautiful existence.
A silk veil is the best wife.
She is strong and stubborn, able to uphold the bottom line of her family despite her husband's threats.
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If Leo were to get married, he would want a wife like this.
This is probably what is known as a "lucky face for one's husband".
The ship left port a few days ago and is now deep in the ocean.
She was supposed to head straight west to the New World to take over the spices for the whole year.
Of course, Leo had to give something in return—a whole ship full of weapons.
In fact, Mahan's machine gun was a superior weapon, but Leo wanted to possess it.
Sharing is not a good virtue for businessmen.
However, all of these things need to be put on hold for now.
Leo sat on the chart table, staring at the yellowed paper.
A coordinate is marked on it.
Luoyu Island.
The southernmost point of the world.
"Great victory at the front, Anne!"
"Joannas has recently become obsessed with liqueurs and now takes a sip or two every now and then. What do you think about that?"
"For the Sinclair family, this is undoubtedly a great vindication," Caroline replied. "After all, the royal family was defeated by Lorraine, and—"
Moreover, the generals under the Queen's command made outstanding military achievements and established their prestige in the army.
This is a disadvantageous situation for Caroline.
When she then applies for awards on behalf of those meritorious officials, it will immediately be a tremendous favor.
It remains to be seen whether this call will be met with widespread support.
The Sleeping King lay in bed, and such a request was unlikely to encounter much resistance.
Other forces dared not interfere, as no one wanted to offend other families.
“I understand, Anne,” Jonas said. “We must hurry; the war is almost over.”
Caroline understood the urgency, but there was nothing she could do but wait.
She speculated that Eugene Sinclair received the legend of the kingdom because he obtained the divinely bestowed book, and that it was not a rumor.
Now this ancient book is whispering to Caroline, what exactly is it trying to tell her?
What can she possibly gain?
Ugh, the wait is agonizing.
It's raining.
Sofia tugged at her hood.
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The man in front of her was eating a rice cake, making her swallow hard; she was so hungry.
Sofia was struggling with how to get something to eat.
Originally, she had already fled the small town of Mancoan after setting the fire.
But now she's turned back.
Clearly, Ah Jun has already sent people to hunt her down.
But in her view, Ah Jun must have already turned the whole town upside down.
Coming back now might be the safest decision.
Besides, Sofia absolutely has to come back.
She had to get that book, "Roller Techniques," back.
But----
Sofia swallowed again.
We need to fill our stomachs first.
They were even ruder than Benson.
No, much ruder.
His mouth is full of obscene words, and he mentions certain body parts all the time.
Kathy doesn't want Harriet to stay in this environment.
However, he had to come up to the deck from time to time.
"I heard you're Cyril's son?" asked a pirate with half his face rotten.
"Yes," Cathy replied.
Kathy didn't want her identity to be exposed, so Cyril came up with this lie.
Cyril is currently the most famous pirate, though far less renowned than Henry.
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But by virtue of being Cyril's son, Kathy was able to suppress these criminals before her.
But Cyril reminded Cathy that in the world of pirates, there is only one law: the strong live forever.
He must be careful and absolutely must not show weakness.
Therefore, he no longer allowed Harriet to walk in front of or beside him.
He only let her follow behind.
Cathy explained it to Harriet, and she understood.
"Then you must have been on the Navigator's ship. Oh, he was a great man. Because of him, I'm actually proud to be a pirate."
Upon hearing this, Harriet couldn't help but look at Cathy.
She knew that her father's identity had always been a sensitive point for Cathy.
He had previously gotten into a fight with Miss Peggy over this.
Of course, Casey didn't use her full strength.
He must have practiced swordsmanship and martial arts, although his skill level wasn't high, but it's impossible for him to be no match for a little girl.
In fact, Casey's swordsmanship was good enough to hold her own against a minor pirate for a few rounds.
But Harriet is worried that Cathy might make an impulsive decision.
After a moment of silence, Casey spoke up: "Yes, Henry was the greatest pirate, and I'm glad you can be proud of that—"
Harriet was somewhat surprised to hear this.
Instead of revealing her true feelings, Kathy said things she didn't mean.
Harriet smiled almost imperceptibly.
He's really growing up day by day!
Ditch and bend.
late at night.
"Is everything ready?"
Christopher sat in his luxurious sleigh, drew back the curtains, and gazed at everything under the cold moonlight.
The sea had frozen over, and several wizards used their magic to create a large, well-defined hole.
One of the male wizards said, "That's it."
"Let's begin," Chris said lazily.
"But," the wizard frowned, "elder, what exactly do you intend to do?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"This looks—it really resembles some kind of ritual, summoning something beneath the sea ice. You know, Elder, the seas near the permafrost continent are the coolest places in the world, beyond the reach of many sanctuaries. I'm worried—"
"Your worries are irrelevant," Chris interrupted impatiently. "All you need to do is take action."
"Yes, sir!"
Chris stared at the other person's retreating figure, speechless with astonishment.
He dislikes being questioned by others.
“You’re out of work, little Lola,” Draco said. “You should find something to do.”
"You're lying to me. I just saw someone walk out of your room."
"You've learned to observe, and it seems you've indeed made a lot of progress. But, little Lola, you should take a break; you've completed several big missions in a row."
"I'm not tired, and I don't have anything else to do."
"Hmm—you're not acting like a girl at all. Don't you have any plans to go on a date with some young man? There's no shortage of handsome men in Jingtu City."
"Not interested."
"Then you need to relax a bit. Working at such a high intensity all the time can easily lead to rigid thinking. Maybe this is a good time to reflect."
Upon hearing this, Tuscarola fell silent.
Settling?
Should I continue to study and refine my skills now?
Looking at the ten tribal chiefs ahead, Suraj fell into deep thought.
Something has awakened.
And it's approaching here.
It felt as if something had lured those creatures away.
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But what exactly is it?
Regardless, Suraj felt this was an opportunity.
He controlled the souls and told these people, "We need a fortress to defend against the onslaught of evil."
"But where is the fortress?" the green-eyed people asked.
"Right here in my Paradise City!"
Suraj's soul returned to his body.
A smug smile crept onto his lips.
This is indeed an opportunity.
An opportunity to use these ignorant natives to build his outpost city!
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François, feeling uneasy, was not granted an audience.
Only captain Del Piero was granted an audience.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Piero returned to the squad: "Let's go, let's set off now."
François caught up with him: "Excuse me, regarding my pursuit of accountability—"
"I did mention it," Piero said with a smile. "He's letting you make amends."
"What merit?"
"This is what we are about to do now, ah, decaying and ancient Swabawa, which seems to have forgotten something in its damp soil—"
"This is utterly absurd!" David exclaimed, spreading his hands. "Searching for Fallen Feather Island? Are you crazy! What nonsense are the people in the court spouting!"
"That's the mission, no matter what," Dick said.
He was merely an executor and had no right to argue.
"You should refuse," David said.
"I can't, I can't let the Payton family get caught in this mess, so I'm getting myself into the mire."
"But this is an impossible goal!"
"But they also provided nautical charts; perhaps, in their view, this was something they were confident about?"
"Then why don't they go? Besides, Miss Peggy is still on the ship!"
This was the only thing that concerned Dick.
"I asked her to leave, but she refused."
"So, you should even consider heading south? There are too many unpredictable things; we could encounter extreme weather, and even pirates."
"You know how to deal with the weather, as for pirates,"
Dick narrowed his eyes and looked at David. "Have you forgotten who killed the Navigator?"
"Victor, is Henry really dead?"
"But what exactly is death, Miko?"
"Lie still."
"That master is indeed dead."
"But the two gold coin accounts will move on their own."
"So why is that, Miko? You'll have to figure it out yourself. But it's amazing you managed to find this place, and with you at the helm, this ship can go anywhere."
"But where exactly is Miko heading?"
"I don't know, but the master will guide you. Keep your hands busy. Yes, nail this tight. This axle is a crucial part of the structure."
"What is Viktor going to build?"
"Hehe, we snatched an engineer from the Far East from a ship. I heard he was chasing a merchant ship, and there were engineers on board as well. Then, we learned about a brand new technology from him: the technology of clockwork."
"What is a wind-up clockwork?"
"This—I can't really explain it, it's some kind of power source. Later, I designed this device, the principle is the same."
"Where's the wind-up mechanism?"
"No, no, no, the two-gold-coin account doesn't need a clockwork mechanism; the master himself is the power source!"
The amber doll lay overturned in the storage room.
Aaron held the obsidian in his hand: "Let's begin."
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