Chapter 1007 The Governor’s Report and the Strong Man From Afar (10,000 Rewards Plus 1 Update)
Two hours later, Governor Balmond's subordinates, staff, generals, naval commanders, and leaders of La Habana Cathedral gathered together, and the conference room was full.
"...That's the way it is."
Governor Balmond's aide-de-camp, Antonio Herrera, hung up a map and relayed the news Captain Juan had brought in a flat voice. Everyone in the conference room looked like water:
An eighteenth-level archbishop, two sixteenth-level heavenly knights, a group of thirteenth- and fourteenth-level high-level warriors and several bishops. Hundreds of elite core warriors and a large group of pirates.
Such a team went on an expedition to the Eagle Country. There was no news for two or three months. Even the ships on the beach were gone. A mage tower was even erected on the shore of the harbor...
It is not clear what the current situation of the expeditionary force led by Deputy Governor Alfonso and Archbishop Teramo is.
What's even worse is that the destruction of such a force in the Eagle Kingdom will instantly shake the kingdom's rule over the Storm Islands... Even in the best case scenario, it will cause the forces in the Governor's Mansion to shift from strategic offense to strategic defense. and contraction…
"The only good thing may be that a large number of pirates died this time." In the silence, General Alonso Barva, the naval commander of the Governorate of the Storm Islands, stroked his short, steel-needle beard. To pronounce:
"In the short term, we won't have to worry about pirates...hahahaha..."
He got a blank stare. Pirates, what are pirates? To put it bluntly, if you have guards around you and healers in the city, who is afraid of pirates?
Didn't the pirates have to sneak ashore and sell the stolen goods carefully? Or didn't they have to disguise themselves and go to the church to buy holy water? Didn't they earn those furs, spices, pearls, gems, and big heads?
However, with an important fighting force in the Viceroyalty gone, pirates will soon become rampant. They rarely invade cities, but they will rob plantations, workshops, and small businessmen... just, it's very annoying...
"It's best not to have pirates." Governor Balmond replied calmly:
"At least those who go to the Eagle Country and their families should not be harassed by pirates. Otherwise, it will really become a big joke."
Everyone nodded silently. The governor's words are equivalent to drawing a line for everyone: it is best not to touch their family members. If the higher ups are held accountable, someone will take the blame. property?
The property needs to be made more beautiful. The military has lost so much, and occasionally there are places that cannot be protected. Isn’t it normal...
As for the issue of accountability from above?
"We should report it immediately."
The person in charge appointed by the golden-robed Archbishop of Teramo before departure, Archbishop Kovo, answered categorically.
He is appointed by the Glorious Holy See and is responsible to the Glorious Holy See. His relationship with the Governor-General is cooperation rather than being led by it——
Why would he not report such a big thing and wait for the Vatican to doubt his loyalty? Waiting to be transferred back to the Holy See for accountability, why can't you stop Archbishop Teramo?
Worst possibility, waiting to be excommunicated?
"The report must be reported." Governor Balmond nodded to him, with a dark face. He summoned everyone with this intention: as the governor, if such a big thing happened, he must report it to the royal family. but--
"How to report? What to say?"
Everyone needs to be on the same page!
You can't say something east, and I say something west. You put the responsibility on the deputy governor, and I put the responsibility on the archbishop...
Something will happen!
In order to unify the caliber, everyone present had a big quarrel, slamming the table, throwing tea cups, and foaming at the mouth. You accuse me, I accuse you, you accuse me, I accuse you...
After confirming the contents of the report, Governor Balmond discovered that a five-centimetre-thick mahogany table had three corners missing, five or six fingerprints, and a row of small holes dug out by his fingers. Of course, the traces of holy light burning are absolutely indispensable.
"Then it's settled." Destroying a large conference table was only the slightest price to pay, and Governor Balmond didn't even need to take a second look:
"This evening, when day and night change, according to the script we have decided, the transmission array will be sent out from the teleportation array in the Governor's Mansion and the divine magic array in the church. Then, the next question - do we want to explore the situation over there?"
The conference room instantly went cold. A moment ago, the group of people who had been staring wide-eyed, slapping each other on the table, blushing and thick-necked, all of a sudden went from fighting over each other enthusiastically to turning a deaf ear to the Governor's questions.
Archbishop Covo raised his head to the sky, as if he suddenly had enough devotion to the Holy Light, and began to study the ray of sunlight shining through the window intently;
Alonso Barva lowered his head to the ground and traced his fingers back and forth on the table. People who didn't know better thought he was drawing a nautical chart or a route chart;
The president of the prosecutor's court, Jose Truk, lowered his head slightly. He seemed to have suddenly become interested in the mahogany table in front of him, and began to study the holes dug out by his fingers on the table...
Finally, it was the port tax supervisor, Antonio Morva, who took the initiative to step forward and share the worries of the nobles.
As a Brolin born in the Storm Islands, he worked hard to get his current position and did not want to lose it due to any changes.
Naturally, if you want to keep your current status, you have to do some things that noble people are unwilling to do, or even pretend that they have never done it:
"Blessed by the Lord of Glory, there must be many people alive in the team led by His Excellency the Deputy Governor and His Excellency the Archbishop. But because the ship was robbed, they cannot return - I think we should send people, at least send merchant ships, to pick them up. They come back."
The atmosphere in the conference room quickly became lively. Governor Balmond tilted his head slightly, glanced at him, and said nothing. Just by doing this, Supervisor Morvar was greatly encouraged. He touched his wooly curly hair and continued:
"Of course, these merchant ships can also investigate the news of the Eagle Kingdom. If such a big thing happens, the kingdom and the Holy See will definitely come down to hold them accountable. At that time, we can say to them: We have tried our best. The following results were obtained..."
"You have the most dealings with merchant ships, so I'll leave these matters to you." Governor Balmond interrupted. The supervisor immediately bowed:
"Yes! - However, if you want to get the exact information, it's best to ask an expert to go in and take a look. I can't do this..."
“We’ll talk about this later.—Let’s adjourn the meeting!”
The door of the conference room opened, and a group of noble people filed away, each going to his own place and using his own brains. Governor Balmond was left alone in the messy conference room, frowning and tangled:
How to find out the truth about the Eagle Country?
——Or, is there any relatively powerful master who is not well versed in the world and can be deceived, who can trick him into making a trip to the Eagle Country?
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Tupac Amaru runs for his life in the jungle.
He is not a warrior from the Eagle Kingdom, and of course, he is not a warrior from any of the city-states surrounding the Eagle Kingdom. In fact, he comes from a place further south in the Eagle Country, far, far away——
Climb up the towering ridge and descend into the dense jungle. Overlooking the vast ocean and looking up at the snow-capped mountains. From south to north, along the way, the terrain is getting lower and higher, the weather is getting hotter and cooler...
And he has also grown from a little warrior who could only knock down bobcats to a powerful warrior who dares to overturn stone crocodiles with his bare hands and can chop down mountain eagles with his sword.
In fact, Tupac felt that when he returned to his hometown, he could not even try to fight the giant pythons that were sinking in the pools and wrapped around the tree trunks.
However, such strength was shattered more than a month ago. The blazing fire falling from the sky, the exploding thunder, and the endless golden light...
Killed his leader, the father of his beloved girl, the emaciated old soldier with gnarled muscles;
The brother who injured the girl, the soldier who hunted a Gulf crocodile during his coming-of-age ceremony and tattooed a crocodile head on his back, the man who smiled brightly, was quickly captured;
All the warriors of the entire tribe who followed them into battle would either die or be captured...
In desperation, Tupac jumped into a sewage pool and buried himself in it for a day and night with a reed in his mouth. Fortunately, he was not captured. However, he did not dare to go back:
What are you going back for?
Say to his beloved girl, your father is dead, your brother has been captured, all the men in the tribe are gone, and I am the only one who escaped?
To save them!
We must save them!
Tupac gritted his teeth, smeared his face and body with mud, and quietly followed the team escorting the prisoners. Those weirdos flying around in robes have withdrawn, and it is not easy for those warriors flying with flapping wings to discover his whereabouts...
Tupac dodged and evaded, traveling day and night, and actually followed him to the plateau. However, from the prisoners being led into the pyramid, to the living sacrifices in the square, to the large groups of captives being led out of the pyramid, to the valleys far away...
Tupac never found his chance. In fact, he didn't even dare to get close to the valley. As he got a little closer, he felt a strange cold feeling, which made his hair stand on end.
Tupac continued to lurk. During the day, I hid in caves, bushes, and mud, trying my best to lurk; at night, in addition to stealing things from time to time to fill my stomach, I just tried to pry. Finally, he heard something that made his whole body go cold:
Those people who were taken into the valley will never be released!
They will always be kept inside, cut open inch by inch, and chopped up inch by inch. Being bitten by poisonous insects, bitten by poisonous snakes, being fed all kinds of poisons, and being tortured with various spells...
To save them.
We must save them.
If I can't save them by relying on my strength, then I have to find someone, someone stronger than them, the strongest master I can find!
Tupac gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He raised his head to identify the stars in the sky, smelled the cool breeze in the mountains, took off his feet, and ran towards his hometown:
There, in the hot and humid jungle, under the giant trees that obscured the view of the sky, and by the deep pool where the giant python rested, there was a powerful forest guard wandering:
Strong, and friendly. He once learned fighting skills from her, and when the children of the tribe were in danger, whenever she saw them, she would always lend a helping hand in time...
Find her!
Go find her!
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