Black Sail

Mika could not refuse the power of "interrogation".

He also estimated that something had happened to Sorolun, and whether he could leave Aran alive was still uncertain.

Indeed, something had happened to Sorolun, but fortunately, it was due to acting as a substitute fighter in the royal duel as a blood relative.

If it were a deathbed testament, it would hold great effect.

After Wesker and his entourage entered, Mika also turned serious. Saleret and Kai Deng were also present, indicating that the final judgment was coming.

"Immortal Venerable! Your deeds are known to everyone in Aran, and now the world's greatest musician Qili is rumored to be involved with you, making you a national hero, gaining fame and fortune, and promotions are just within reach."

Ben spoke first, walking behind Mika, giving his shoulders a squeeze.

He wore a playful smile, but his heart was already filled with rage!

I! The Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire, reduced to such a state!

By rights, Saleret, Kai Deng, and Kun Lan should be studying at the Officer School, but now their ranks are higher, falling under the category of imperial envoys, meaning that it is a special royal project, and until the task is completed, no one can interfere, not even Cicero or Augustus.

As a Baron, I have no right to speak. Earlier, at the Cloud Palace in Duguli, I still hoped to surpass and connect with the Immortal Emperor. But even Qili has gotten involved with him; whether anything happened, no one knows!

Absurd!

Wait until my Depression Blade Technique is mastered to crush you all! Into the fire with tweets, Thai boxing warnings, 4396!

Mika's forehead lined with black lines, and he truly did not understand what was happening, though he saw Kai Deng, who now seemed to be a colleague of Saleret.

Though Kai Deng had a criminal record, he was publicly cleared during the Stargazing Festival finals.

Kun Lan Mika was less familiar, but like Kai Deng, he had white hair and golden eyes from the Heavenly Demon Bloodline, and his gaze sent shivers down Mika's spine.

Wesker looked at Mika hesitantly for a moment, pondering for a long time before finally speaking the result of the final judgment.

"The Eldest Prince's current condition is not optimistic. In the duel, Gedre applied curse poison on the weapon, an alchemy creation combining Ancient Dragon Clan's bodily fluid and Demon Spider Shiluo's glands with various poisons, containing not only toxins but terrible spell power."

But Wesker only spoke halfway.

Not only was he Phoenix's swordsmanship instructor in childhood, but also Sorolun's. Being a Royal City Military Instructor was merely a side duty, yet his position was unique.

He also knew the inside story now.

Regrettably, even the Royal Court could not reverse the situation; Sorolun's death was already certain.

The Grand Scholar of the Northern Prison provided the answer, stating the golden period for treatment was missed. There was a slight chance of survival if treated within half a minute post-poisoning, but that was hard to achieve, for the Witch King's curse poison was too domineering, spreading rapidly by the time it was discovered, even breaching the blood-brain barrier.

Now it was only by using unorthodox means, applying Life Alchemy to hang onto life.

The Grand Scholar had already advised the Emperor, saying every second Sorolun lived was extreme pain for him.

And Sorolun's will to live was frighteningly strong, mumbling incoherently, perhaps because the curse poison had entered his brain, declaring he could withstand any pain.

Even under such horrific state where exposed bones spread with cursed black threads, body decaying, eyes cloudy, teetering on the brink of death.

Even the Emperor, with the majesty of capturing dragons, was caught in a dilemma.

The Grand Scholar of the Northern Prison was undoubtedly the most authoritative figure in contemporary medicine, without equal.

It was unknown whether to grant Sorolun release or let him be tormented by the greatest agony, slowly dying under Life Alchemy.

"Since you are here, it indicates there is already a result, right?"

Mika was also surprised at the reversal of events, although currently under house arrest, it was obviously much better than Cicero's judicial procedure imprisonment before.

Wesker was silent for a moment.

Indeed, there had been a result.

Wesker, having watched Sorolun grow up, found it unbearable to face Sorolun's wretched condition now, as it was not meant for the elderly to see the young die.

At that moment.

From the depths of the Royal Capital, the sound of bells resonated twice in succession—these were the mourning bells for a passing Royal Family member.

The bell tore through the cold sky, guiding the soul's path.

The palace windows shut tight, curtains like blindfolding black veils, the stone-paved square silent, devoid of noise, as all citizens gazed towards the Imperial Palace.

The solemn toll of the bell rolled over every street and alley of the Royal Capital.

Yet Mika and others did not understand its significance, merely finding the sudden bell-ringing curious.

Wesker only took a deep breath, amidst the years of bloodshed, as an era of chaos loomed again, there was no room for sorrow.

"Yes, the result is this: Sorolun passed away due to bearing the curse poison on behalf of the Emperor in the royal duel; that bell just now rang for Sorolun."

Wesker spoke solemnly, and all that remained was to fulfill Sorolun's final will.

Kai Deng trembled all over, filled with regret and longing to sacrifice himself in love, wishing he could preserve his chastity by being buried with His Highness. Now, going to see Liszt, it was certain to be a disaster, with only a chance to slip away midway through.

Saleret was not surprised. On the day of the duel, he was present, noticing that after the duel, Sorolun couldn't stop coughing, and although his wound didn't bleed, he strained to speak. By the time he left, he could barely walk and needed the support of the Imperial Guard to leave the venue.

It had to be said, though a Dogalan, this person turned out to be the champion of the thirteenth tournament who vanished into thin air. Saleret, who fought his way up, knew how high that level was, and could only say it was heaven's envy that a hero died young.

"This..."

Mika didn't know what to say.

He was unaware of the terrible consequences that Sorolun's death would bring. While Rodrigo the Eleventh's goal wasn't fully achieved, it was indeed very close.

The "Lord's Bill" allowed the Emperor to choose between periodic large-scale upheavals and continuous small-scale reactions, opting for the latter.

Sorolun, as one of the greatest symbols of the anti-imperialists in the Royal Court, failed, leading to some long-standing cases and related personnel being settled.

But these people wouldn't foolishly sit and wait for death; they would make a desperate counterattack.

Perhaps this is fate.

Initiated by the Lord's Bill, it resulted in the legendary duel, and due to the legendary duel, it led to the final reckoning with the anti-imperialist Lords.

Chaos within the Royal Court, Rodrigo the Eleventh successfully secured more time for Beima, solving Beima's Puppet King before Aran's army could invade, gaining full power.

Rao Sorolun was unruly and temperamental, but after all, he was the Eldest Son of the Emperor. After the legendary duel, no one could guess the Emperor's mood—grief? Rage?

Who knows what he might do next.

The last Imperial campaign was the conquest of the Giant Clan in the Oathbreaker Land in the West Sea. Once this internal turmoil was over, he might lead a campaign against Beima.

"The matter of Liszt's audience is not as simple as being on the agenda. There's no time for envoys to visit and invite Liszt over. An imperial decree from the Emperor himself commands that you contact Liszt immediately and have him rush over at full speed."

This matter has caused such a commotion that even Sorolun has died.

Everything was personally arranged by the Emperor.

Sorolun clapped his hands, and a Tiger-man was escorted by a team from the Royal City Army, carrying the self-developed radio equipment from Heaven Port, arriving in the room.

Swan, who leaked to the adventurer's guild, was caught overnight by Aran's intelligence secret department and brought back to the Royal Court.

"Swan?"

Mika was dumbfounded.

Swan's mind was buzzing, not expecting to be caught. While resting at a station on the way to Duguli, a sack was thrown over his head.

Simply because it was an imperial decree, the First World national mechanism's power was mobilized. In this country, no one could hide from them.

"Damn, buddy."

Swan wasn't afraid of death, knowing he had been hit hard, yet remained expressionless while being escorted. In the underworld, when beaten, one must stand up, and whatever happens, he would rather die than kneel.

"I'm really screwed."

Mika was dripping with cold sweat, knowing that if Liszt didn't show up, they would be royally screwed!

Wesker had Saleret, Kai Deng, and the Royal City Army escorting Swan leave first. He wanted to discuss other matters with Mika and Swan.

His emotions, like a rollercoaster, he also removed his hands, which had been massaging Mika! Announce to the whole world! I am the Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire!

"Alright, Instructor, I'll be going now."

Ben beamed, knowing Liszt was now in a trap, backed by Lostra. He dared to make a scene.

Kai Deng and Saleret had their own thoughts.

Kun Lan initially wanted to test Mika, but with Wesker's words, temporarily chose to retreat.

Only three people remained in the room, along with the self-developed radio equipment from Heaven Port.

Wesker fiddled with the gadget. Though crude, it was a genuine pirate innovation with technology.

Mika already knew Liszt was a Cosmic Person.

"Do you know, one of the masterminds behind the Northern Prison riot is not from this world."

Wesker said calmly.

Mika had already been prepped by Marcus, thinking everyone knew Liszt was a Cosmic Person now, right?

Swan, on the other hand, was listening as if it were a heavenly story, utterly bewildered.

"It seems Liszt's relationship with you, the doctor, is indeed better, so let's begin. Contact Liszt immediately and have him come over now."

Wesker pointed to the radio equipment on the table.