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Chapter 58 I curse you

During those years of service, Mike couldn't remember exactly when.

At that time, they seized a pirate ship, arrested hundreds of maritime lawbreakers, and found many ancient antiques among the stolen goods in the cabin.

There are gold ornaments from the red earth, as well as handmade totems made by the indigenous people of the islands. The most incredible thing among them is that they actually contain property from the Greybean royal family.

It was a box of silverware, including wine glasses, candlesticks, and exquisite brooches.

There is a family crest engraved on the box, which looks like two lions stacked on top of each other. The officer told Mike that this symbol comes from the Greybean royal family and is the emblem of Queen Victoria's family.

And this emblem seems to have appeared in the captain's cabin of the Crimson Queen again.

Mike thought of this past event, and after careful observation again, he found that the pattern on the wardrobe was slightly different from the Greybean royal family crest he had seen at that time.

The colors are different, and the details of the lion pattern are also different.

The emblem on the cabinet looks older and less rich in graphics, making it older than the current crest of the Greybean royal family.

Mike couldn't help his curiosity, opened the wardrobe, and then poured out everything inside.

The instep of his feet was hit by heavy letters, and several exquisite palace dresses also fell on him.

Mike's nose was choked by dust, he coughed twice, stuffed the clothes back, squatted down and picked up a piece of letter paper and looked at it twice.

As his pupils dilated and he focused his attention, he didn't notice that the window in this room had been opened at some point, and a girl in a red dress suddenly sat on the edge of the window sill.

"Isn't it interesting to peek into the lady's diary?"

The sudden noise startled Mike so much that he subconsciously pulled out his gun, but he quickly realized that he no longer had the gun in his waist.

"You...when did you sit there?"

Mike asked cautiously, but was choked back by Agatha.

"I can sit there whenever I want. Do you care?"

Mike's expression changed several times, and then he looked down at the letter paper still in his hand. The writing on it seemed to be written with a quill pen. The paper was rough and yellow, a bit like parchment. It was old and I don't know why.

It will be so well preserved.

In the past, during the Cold War Period hundreds of years ago, those who could use parchment were considered to be great nobles in the feudal era.

Because the entry barrier for parchment craftsmanship was very high at that time, high-quality parchment was hard to come by.

In that era of low productivity and agricultural standards, the animals raised more or less had some difficult and complicated diseases, and those symptoms were likely to be reflected on their skin.

Flawless sheepskin is a rare material, and there are so many letters in this cabinet...

If the girl in front of her didn't have a collecting habit and relied on robbery and hoarding, then... these things might have been her personal belongings and have been kept to this day.

Mike pinched the piece of paper and suddenly asked tentatively: "So, these are all yours?"

Agatha's long white legs were rippling on the windowsill. She raised her chin and replied arrogantly: "You were in my room peeking at the letters I wrote in the past, and you still have the nerve to ask such a question?"

Mike took a deep breath: "Are you a member of the royal family of Greybean? What is your real name?"

Agatha raised her lips: "Does it have anything to do with you? Servant."

Mike unfolded the page and said with a helpless smile: "This is the advice you wrote to the king and lords. I didn't expect that you cared so much about your country and always thought about the people..."

With that said, Mike picked up a few more pieces of parchment again. He was so excited that he could hardly hear the sound of the battle on the deck.

"Father... look at this title, I didn't expect that the pirate queen was actually the princess of the Greybean Empire a few years ago!"

Mike started teasing. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Agatha's smile gradually turned cold, but he didn't care at all about the change in the other person's heart and continued.

"You have too many ideas about the governance of the country. You want the functions of the cabinet to be distributed more carefully, and the king needs to delegate more power; you propose to abolish the right of first night for the nobles; you want to give more rewards to the peasants so that they can

You can be knighted through labor; you want the church to be open to everyone, and anyone who lives on that land can accept the faith of Glow..."

"You work hard to build your ideal kingdom. Regardless of whether the king adopts it or not, from the beginning, you have existed with the purpose of becoming the Queen of Greybean..."

"But in the end, you did not become the queen in the family tree. Instead, you appeared on the sea, leading a group of bloodthirsty monsters, committing murder and arson. Is it possible that this is the utopia you really want?"

crackle...

Mike heard a crisp sound and didn't know where it was crushed.

Agatha spoke at the same time: "If you don't tell me, I have almost forgotten those things. It has been... hundreds of years."

Mike sneered: "Time has killed the past you, but that doesn't mean that you never existed. Do you want to point at your dead body and laugh at her innocence? But in my opinion

, you are even more ridiculous now. You could have thrown all these things into the sea, but you kept them. Why? Don’t tell me that you are still living in a feudal mirage, and you still have the misty dream of the Utopia hidden in your heart.

An illusory dream.”

"Enough!"

In an instant, Agatha's cold smile suddenly disappeared, and her psychological defense finally collapsed under Mike's sharp words.

She jumped down from the window sill, and Mike discovered that the window frame had been broken in part, and the shattering sound just now came from there. It turned out that Agatha had been angry for a long time.

"You want to know why? Let me tell you, slave, the ultimate goal of what I have done, including the treasure I want to find now, is to give me enough capital to take back everything that belongs to me!

"

Her dress was flying, her long hair was like seaweed with teeth and claws, her eyes were blazing with ferocious light, her aura suddenly increased, and she no longer looked like the girl she had pretended to be before.

Mike was so frightened that he took a few steps back and heard the clues from Agatha's words.

"Take back? You mean, you want to take back your throne in the Greybean Empire? Your plan is to subvert its regime? Wake up! No human country will accept a blood-sucking monster like you.

Your utopia has long been in vain. Forcibly retrieving the past will only crush everything you cherish into dust, and what you end up with is ruins!"

Ah~~~!!

Agatha screamed hysterically, and a violent light burst out from her body, as if a sun had risen in the room!

"Higher blood descendants...demigods...realm of radiant light...none of them are gifts, they are all scams. I curse you! Curse all of you!"


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