The weather in London is as gloomy as ever, and the air condition of the corrupt country during the Industrial Revolution was surprisingly harsh. London, with the title of fog, is thicker than Beijing in the 21st century. The pungent vulcanized atmosphere and the industrial waste gas emitted everywhere make the city's living environment close to Beijing's sewers.

The corrupt people obviously don't think so. "If a person is tired of London, he must be tired of life." Samuel Johnson said that the big men living in London have become accustomed to the "bad weather" here and are even proud of it. Even the Thames, which emits stench and dirty things, has become a sight for them to visit.

But today, the nobles and great merchants who lived here had to face a threat from the West and the fierce "pirates" in the Caribbean. They endured the smell of sweat in the air and gathered in a small auditorium to discuss the weather in London and the "mud legs that deserved to be hanged" in the New World. The fat-headed and big-eared merchants, and the nobles who pretended to be makeup and powder, gathered together in a noisy manner, either gritting their teeth or casually mentioning the legend circulating on the sea.

"I have seen them with my own eyes, those black-haired devils! They burned my boat, and those smelly monkeys should be hung in the port!" A fat businessman with lead white sat on a chair, squeezed into a pile of meat, scolding loudly, and the white and white on his face fell down.

A thin old nobleman next to him glanced at him disdainfully and said to the same old-fashioned nobles beside him: "How can these merchants whose fat flesh has filled their brains understand the glory of Great Britain? Under the glory of Her Majesty the Queen, what are the sinners to worry about? They can't even speak, but can only hold stone axes and spears and scream like beasts. Only the Spanish are our enemies. Since the Invincible Armada was defeated by us, they still occupy the richest place in the New World and dominate the power of the Caribbean. We should concentrate on dealing with them!"

A middle-aged nobleman wearing a wig condom replied with a smile: "Our will is the will of Europe, our territory is the boundary of the world. The rule of Great Britain is like the ever-set sun, shining in all light forever. God blesses Great Britain to conquer all pagans and heresy. Those sinful people occupy the land given to us by God and do evil things. They dare to hurt God's people and do evil things worshipped by heresy. We should cleanse this unclean land and let the light of God shine in all forever."

At this time, the side door of the auditorium suddenly opened. The old man in a black priest robe surrounded by people and sat down in the main seat. Beckett, with a one-eyed mask, was taken to him and sat in the side position next to him. The old man picked up the small hammer in front of him and gently knocked on the table.

The people who were talking were obediently shut their mouths, and the noisy hall of the auditorium suddenly became quiet. The old nobleman looked around the hall and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, we gathered here today to make news from the New World. A shameful, barbaric pirate group appeared in that area, causing countless losses to everyone! The ships from the New World of London Port have gradually decreased since a month ago, and no ships even entered the port this week. This is unimaginable!"

The old man glanced majesticly, his eyes were deep and terrifying. He raised his voice and said, "According to the latest news, the ports in the southern part of the New World, Royal, Havana, Santiago, and Port-au-Prince, were all trapped in the attack of pirates! Three governors in Great Britain died in this riot, and nearly a hundred warships were lost. The merchant ships and cargo ships were even more uncountable. Our rule in the Caribbean was overturned. This was a provocation to Great Britain! A provocation to the East India Company!"

Although the nobles and merchants vaguely received some news, their news would definitely not be as detailed or clear as the East India Company. Most people only knew some of the fur. In their opinion, this time it was probably another pirate growing and robbing the Caribbean Sea. It was just a disease of pityria, but they did not expect that the form had deteriorated to such a level. For a moment, the whole hall was in chaos. The old man picked up a small hammer and hit the wooden table hard.

"Dangdang!" The loud noise covered everyone's panic and calmed down. The old man's voice was like the dull thunder in June, low and powerful. "Silent! Gentlemen, we are here not to show your helplessness, but to discuss solutions!"

"Earl!" A young nobleman stood up from his seat and saluted him and said, "In the face of such a provocation, we can only return to war, and only with the blood of these sinners can we wash out the glory of Great Britain! What are we waiting for? Use war to respond to their provocation!"

Under his leadership, many nobles and merchants who had interests in the Caribbean supported: "Yes, war! Only war, cleanse the entire Caribbean Sea, and plant the flag of Great Britain on every inch of land!"

Some people were watching with their arms around. Most of them were nobles who had no interests in the Caribbean. Some expanded Far East routes, and some established plantations and mines in India. It was reluctant to make them pay for the interests of the Caribbean.

At this moment, a nobleman poured cold waters: "War? We have lost all the ports in the Caribbean and all the control power there. We have sent fleets from thousands of miles away to expedition without any support to a powerful force that can wipe out the Caribbean Sea. This will hurt our interests again. I will never support this practice!"

"That is the colony of Great Britain, the sacred territory, conquered by a group of stinky pirates. Every year, the vast amount of wealth from the New World will disappear. They also threaten our colonies in the north! We must not compromise, and we must immediately push the parliament and send expeditionary fleets to clean up there!" The nobles of the pro-war faction occupied the vast majority of the here, and they retorted angrily.

"Gentlemen! Before making the resolution, we can listen to the opinions of Lord Beckett, who faced the pirates and even escaped from them!" The old Count, who presided over the meeting, interrupted the argument and proposed.

With a blindfold, Beckett held a disabled leg and stood under the old earl, facing the many directors of the East India Company. Looking at them with sympathy, sarcasm, or ridicule, he was a lord named by the Queen, with a much higher status than these people, but had to endure their contempt.

Becket stood up straight, pretending not to hear the sneer on the stage, and said in a deep voice: "Gentlemen, we are not facing a pirate trying to plunder wealth, but a group of conquerors who want to drive us out of the Caribbean. They are not Spanish, not Dutch, and have nothing to do with any country or force on the Europa continent. They are wearing yellow skin, believe in heretics, and want to drive God's people out of their homeland! This is the glory of God and the glory of white people, the war with heretics, the war of life and death!"

"His Excellency Becket, are you scared by those yellow-skinned demons?" A nobleman who was disagreeing with Becket openly mocked: "Those demons, with their sharp teeth and claws, scared our Lords out of their courage. He actually believed that these savages had a life-and-death relationship with Great Britain. Lord, not every noble British nobleman is as cowardly as you. We have enough courage and strength to destroy those dirty pirates."

Beckett raised his head suddenly, and a brutal cold light flashed in his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a strong sailor on the sea. Everyone saw that his muscles were tight and he pulled out the dagger under his feet. The next moment, the dagger was nailed between the legs of the noble young man who was not in harmony with him, and cut his pants, revealing a black ball inside.

"Is this your courage? Anthony!" Beckett grinned and shouted, pointing down at him maliciously | he was wet and had a ferocious murderous intent in his eyes. "Do you want to see the black snake flag? Do you want to experience the coldness of death? Do you want to try the evil and madness of the Lord of Ghost? On the Caribbean Sea, there are countless heroes who lick blood on the tip of the knife, and countless pirates holding their heads. Each of them is fearless! Do you know what they have become? Those iron-clad men, now whenever they see the heavy fog on the sea and the black flag, they are like those who have pulled off their backbones, trembling with fear. In the port, there are many warriors who are storms and sea, but now they are drunk and out!"

"Whether it is the pirates across the world, our well-trained fleet, whether it is the strong ships of giant ships and cannons, or the fast-speeding fast ships, they are all trembling under their shadows, and are burned and sunk under the ghost fleet! The bell, the starling, the sailfish, the fire and the beauty, the interceptor, the hardship, the flying, the goddess, these warships and clever ships that are famous in the Caribbean have become history! Gentlemen, they are not pirates, not riot Indians, but the undead crawling out of hell, driving their ghost ships, bringing destruction and killing to the sea!"

The old earl persuaded the crazy Beckett, comforted him back to his position, and gently tapped the wooden hammer in front of him and said, "The King of Spain wrote to the Queen, proposing that several countries with special interests in the Caribbean to jointly resolve the problem. Her Majesty the Queen is already considering it carefully, and there is not much time left for us!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, someone immediately jumped out and said, "What else do you think about? We can no longer give the Spanish the opportunity to intervene in the New World. They have occupied it greedily for so long. This time Great Britain should dominate the Caribbean!"

A servant ran in small steps, whispered to the old Count for a few words, and the audience was talking, "Silent!" The old Count said in a deep voice: "The Portuguese informed us that they had encountered an unknown attack in the port near Gibraltar. According to analysis, the pirates had come to the English Channel, and the Spaniards and the Netherlands and Portugal were preparing to fight with them nearby, and we had no choice!"

"For the glory of Great Britain, we are not afraid of life and death sacrifices, and the empire will shine forever without setting sun!"

All the nobles and merchants stood up together, pulled out their swords under the guidance of the old earl, and sweared in unison: "Under the holy war, the empire is with us!"
Chapter completed!