Pirate Kingship-Chapter 671 - 464: All Villains, The Devil in the Bottle (6500 two-in-one)

The rain over Kingston had finally begun to lessen.

But the "Royal Iron Rule - Great Charter" was still in effect, sealing off Ganquan Palace as well as the entire city.

The streets and alleys of the Royal Capital were filled with all sorts of noise, shouting, and screams, and as time went on, they grew more and more intense.

"Open up! Open up! City Guards! We're inspecting for rebels! Obstruction is complicity!"

"Run for it!"

"This has nothing to do with me! I'm not with the Earl's Party! I'm just an employee! Spare me..."

The Earl's Party had brazenly shown their true colors but failed to completely annihilate their enemies. The situation was instantly reversed. The first thing the Royalist Party did was to thoroughly purge the remaining forces of the Earl's Party from the entire Royal Capital.

Even though the main forces of the nobles were concentrated in their own territories, and their retreat under Warwick's command was rather composed, they still left quite a few peripheral forces serving them in the Royal Capital.

If they could not soar to great heights with their lords, then naturally, they could only plunge into the Abyss.

Luckily, there weren't many big fish left here, and most people didn't have to worry about losing their lives on the spot under the wrath of King Edward IV.

Because any Transcendents, as long as they opened their Spirit Vision and looked towards the sky, could see silver networks of law intertwining, forming a web that radiated from the Royal Capital to the entire Kingdom of Hightins.

Transcendents of the Tribunal Sequence could even see a series of articles from the "Magna Carta":

"The King must consult with the Council of Nobles and hear the opinions of the people when levying taxes;

No free man shall be captured, imprisoned, dispossessed of property, deprived of civil rights, exiled, harmed, searched, or arrested without a lawful trial by his peers;

No knight or other landowner shall be forced to provide additional military service; a committee of twenty-five nobles will oversee the implementation of the Magna Carta..."

The document extensively detailed how to limit royal power. Perhaps it couldn't be said that it had trampled the King's dignity underfoot, but it wasn't far off.

This also meant that even in the case of rebellion, a public trial was necessary before charges could be determined; the King could not act arbitrarily.

Therefore, some peripheral members of the Earl's Party, who had only a superficial understanding of the law, were still shouting:

"A private thatched hut—the wind may enter, the rain may enter, but the King may not! This is the private property of Viscount Douglas! All of you, get out!"

BANG!

Then they were knocked unconscious by a punch from a knight wearing iron gauntlets.

Byron, who was staying in the Royal Palace, activated Divine Sight and saw all this unfold. He couldn't help but shake his head with a chuckle when he saw someone using legal arguments to resist the forces of violence:

The Iron Law isn't actually that iron.

Many people uphold the precept that 'the wind may enter, the rain may enter, but the King may not'; its origin is right here.

It sounds much more advanced than the rule of man, where the powerful could do as they pleased.

But the Authority of the Royal Iron Law has been severely neutered. Much of its function requires specific people to execute it, and people invariably have their own positions and selfish interests.

Truly believing that property is sacred and inviolable? One might as well believe that the Beacon of Liberty nation genuinely has freedom of speech.

After all, even if they can't be sentenced to death, they can choose to empty a magazine on the spot.

Don't forget, our ancestors were... pirates!

If you're not at the table, you're on the menu. Property hasn't been violated for only one reason: it isn't fat enough yet.

For safety considerations, besides the City Guards, the Musketeer Corps, the Order of Knights, and the principal officials of the Star Chamber Court, other guests were temporarily kept in Ganquan Palace.

Byron and Catherine were no exception.

Since they weren't needed to crush the remaining forces of the Earl's Party in the Royal Capital, the siblings were more than happy to be at leisure.

They had the leisure to sit in their assigned guest room, senses connected, commenting on the farce unfolding in the Royal Capital.

Even Violet, the Golden Triangle's last War Witch-elect, was not left out. She projected herself beside the siblings, eagerly watching the live broadcast of the events unfolding here.

Her azure eyes sparkled, as if reflecting a sea of corpses and blood.

"War is coming. I can already smell the scent of war and disaster in the air, and it's so comforting. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Ah, I love annihilation warfare! I love blitzkrieg! I love strike warfare! I love defensive warfare!

"I love encirclement battles, breakthrough battles, retreat battles, sweep battles, and withdrawal battles!

"I love wars in the wilderness, in trenches, on plains, on ice fields, in deserts, at sea, in the sky, in mud, and in swamps—all wars, anywhere in the world!

"The ascension ritual for a Fourth Order Mythical Creature, a [Witch of Calamity], requires a great war that brings enormous disaster to enemies.

"Initially, I thought that the calamity from raiding the Treasure Fleet in three months might not be severe enough.

"Now, with the civil war in Hightins starting, securing the Treasure Fleet in three months will absolutely be a given."

The Promotion Ceremony for a [Witch of Calamity] isn't as complicated as Byron's for [Night Demon Prince]. The most crucial element is to instigate a calamity centered around war—the greater the impact, the better.

Originally, plundering the Treasure Fleet and bestowing a calamity upon the people of Castilia served the needs of both Byron and Violet. He would ascend to [Storm Lord] and she to [Witch of Calamity], their ceremonies not interfering with each other.

Now that the Royalist Party and the Earl's Party had openly started a hot war, it was obviously a huge, unexpected boon for her.

"And as for how to instigate the calamity?

"Isn't that the specialty of the military-industrial complex?"

Violet withdrew her gaze from the "beautiful spectacle" unfolding in the Royal Capital and suddenly turned, whispering cryptically to the siblings,