About ten minutes later, everyone on the Asena fishing boat was brought to the warship for questioning.
"What did you just do? I actually heard the sound of an explosion!" the captain said, "Are you spies sent by France?!"
As soon as Arthur frowned, he knew that things would turn out like this. The battle with the Red Death just now was too public. The sound of explosions and fighting could be heard by ships ten nautical miles away!
"I am the captain of the fifth detachment of the Holy See Crusaders, Goff." Captain Goff took out something like an envoy document and handed it to the British captain: "We have official business to do when we come to the UK this time, and we have already
Got approval."
"Of course, of course." The captain didn't even open the file and read it carefully, and stuffed the file back to Goff. Obviously, the British army didn't dare to mess with the Holy See. The power of the Holy See is very huge, let alone this.
A famous crusade.
"But what about you?" The captain turned to look at Arthur again: "A kid? He doesn't look like a Crusader. What are you planning to do by smuggling yourself to England by boat in the thick fog? You are from France.
A spy sent?"
"Nonsense!" Arthur spoke with a very authentic and fluent British accent at this time, and said slightly arrogantly: "I just returned to my own country. Do you need a reason to return?"
Arthur is actually from Great Britain nine hundred years ago. Although his accent is very authentic, the ancient English he uses is still slightly different from today's English. But this does not prevent him from pretending to be in front of others, because there are still some differences in England today.
A considerable number of nobles use Old English to highlight their extraordinary status.
Hearing Arthur's authentic Old English, the British captain suddenly became frightened: "Are you...? But...where are you from? Which family are you from?"
"London. As for the family, let's not mention it. It is a family that was wiped out by vampires. It is not a famous family. If you still have doubts, you can ask the Meyerson Brotherhood for confirmation." Arthur took out the Brotherhood's full vision
The eye mark is placed in front of the opponent.
"Are you from the Brotherhood?" It was obvious that the captain was further frightened.
"This Lord Aslan is a famous vampire hunter~~~" Peyton, the crusader on the side, interjected. The British army could not hear the ridicule in it.
"Vampire hunter? Then... well, although this is against the rules, I won't ask too much about the brotherhood." The captain then let him go and said, "I have nothing more to ask."
Our ship will escort you all to Penzance Port, and you can move freely after that."
"My lord------" At this time, a sailor came over and whispered a few words in the ear of the British captain.
"Oh?" After hearing this, the captain looked at Arthur secretly and then muttered: "It does look a bit like..."
"Any more questions?" Arthur couldn't help but asked a little unhappy.
"Oh, no, not at all," the British captain replied hesitantly: "It's just that the Admiral wants to see you. This matter is very important. If you are not too busy, please go see the Admiral."
Okay?"
"Admiral, you mean Admiral Penzance?" Goff, who was listening in, couldn't help but say.
"Why does Lord Admiral Penzance want to see me for something? I don't know him." The more Arthur looked at it, the more he felt that the captain's expression was full of weirdness, but he had no idea what was going on.
He only had a vague feeling that he might be involved in some kind of troublesome political struggle because of his teenage appearance. This invitation might not be a good thing, and maybe it would be better not to go to the appointment.
No. However, when Arthur thought about it again, it seemed that there was nothing to be afraid of, and it could even be said to be just what he wanted.
Arthur returned to England with the purpose of assassinating the current King of England, Henry VI, who was currently less than eight years old.
After he arrived in the UK, it was logical that he should follow the Brotherhood's lead and enter the upper class step by step, and eventually get the opportunity to meet the King of England. But if he kills people, in addition to putting himself in great danger, he will also put himself in great danger.
The Meyerson brothers will cause trouble. Most importantly, the time it takes to do so will be very long, maybe months, maybe even a year.
And now, since Admiral Penzance has taken the initiative to ask for an audience, Arthur may be able to rely on the admiral's relationship to speed up the time for him to meet the British king. Moreover, after he assassinated the young king in this way, he caused trouble, and the finger will be pointed directly at him.
For Admiral Penzance, who first came into contact with Arthur, the Melson Brotherhood was second best.
This is the simplest and most direct way to cause civil strife in England. It kills two birds with one stone. Why not?
"Ouch." Bedivere, who was beside Arthur, couldn't help but howl. The Great White Wolf had almost figured out what King Arthur was thinking. After all, he was one of the people who knew Arthur best in the world.
The former King of Great Britain is now planning to mess up the United Kingdom just to bring back the Queen of Great Britain. All this is really ironic.
But this is a different world nine hundred years after the world where Arthur and the others live. It is a parallel world. King Arthur doesn't care about England's life or death in this world.
Another hour passed, the port of Penzance.
"Then, let's say goodbye here." Captain Goff, with his crusaders, was about to leave.
"Goodbye, Karma." Arthur replied politely.
"Then," a soldier from the British army came over to guide Arthur: "If you are free, please come with me."
"Okay." Arthur said calmly. All he could think about now was how to turn the whole of Britain upside down as soon as possible.
Having said that------
Arthur looked around and observed the environment of the port city of Penzance.
The early morning clouds and fog dissipated, revealing a state of depression in this port city. There are many ancient stone buildings, and the admiral's castle in the distance is also magnificent, but the city itself is made up of a large number of dilapidated buildings.
The wooden houses are built, and at first glance, they can't help but feel like a slum.
Arthur told himself not to be too picky. After all, the situation in France was not that good. There were only a few big cities to see. Nine hundred years later, the photon civilization in this other world was extremely low, and even science was still in a state of decline.
In the enlightenment stage, people here built houses out of wood and stones, which was already a very remarkable thing.
Even so... this city is still too desolate, isn't it?
It was actually getting late. From the height of the sun, Arthur could probably tell that it was around nine o'clock in the morning. This kind of time should be the time when civilians go out to work to make money and work hard for their livelihood. But as Arthur walked down, the whole
But there are not many people coming and going in the port city. The sparse population is scary enough, but the most terrifying thing is the fatigue on the faces of these people who come out to work in the morning. They look bored, as if they no longer care about anything in the world.
I can't arouse any interest, I just live like a zombie.
If a port city can be depressed to this extent, wouldn't it be even worse for inland cities?
During the Hundred Years' War, Britain and France were actually engaged in a war of unrestrained resource consumption. France, which was invaded, was in dire straits, and England, which invaded France, was not much better off. The result was like this,
The British mainland is already showing signs of exhaustion, and its people are in dire straits.
"Woof!" Bedivere shouted, dragging Arthur back to reality from his meditation. Before he knew it, he had followed the soldier to the admiral's castle.
"Sorry, your dog can't go in." Arthur was about to step into the door, but the soldiers blocked Bedivere.
"Bedi, wait for me here." Arthur then said: "If I don't come out for too long, you--"
He didn't say any more, knowing that Bedivere understood what he meant.
"Woof!" the big white wolf responded, seemingly understanding.
"Well, please come this way." The soldier took Arthur into the castle.
Now that he was alone again, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He came to this castle to see Admiral Penzance, but he knew nothing about the Admiral. If possible, he certainly hoped that the Admiral could help him.
, allowing him to meet Henry VI, the current young king of England, in a short period of time; but if things don’t go well, what if he just talks about it here? Then Arthur is likely to have to take many more detours before he can meet him.
to Henry VI.
The worst-case scenario is to offend the admiral. Then Arthur will most likely need to go on a killing spree and face the entire city's troops.
He didn't know what the other party wanted to see him for. He could only hope that the other party didn't appear in front of him with evil intentions.
After walking for a short time, it should be said that the structure of the castle is relatively simple and the road is not long. Arthur soon came to a luxuriously decorated red door. The soldier motioned Arthur to go in and wait in this room.
It should be Admiral Penzance.
Arthur then carefully pushed the door open and went in. As soon as he came up, he planned to be polite to the people in the room. However, the moment he saw the other person, he suddenly froze.
Because Admiral Penzance looks surprisingly similar to Grand Duke Hall!
"You are..." Although Arthur was very surprised, he quickly put the surprise in his heart and regained his composure: "Admiral Penzance, right?"
"That's right." The admiral was sitting on his leather sofa, talking to Arthur across the desk. He waved his hand: "Please sit down, that------"
"Aslan." Arthur then announced his name, even though the name was a pseudonym from the beginning.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Aslan. What a pleasure to meet you." The admiral kept staring at Arthur as he spoke.
Although in England, it is a basic courtesy to look at the other person during a conversation, Admiral Penzance looked at Arthur so intently, which really made Arthur feel very uncomfortable.
"Is there something dirty stuck on my face? Why are you staring at me, Lord Admiral?" The young man couldn't help but ask.
"No, there's no such thing." The admiral muttered, "Well...it's really similar..."