The grieving and angry people gathered in front of William's sickbed, only to see the attending physician stand up and shake his head silently......

Cries of grief began from the crowd! William Orange has been leading the Dutch people to fight on the front line of independent development for decades, and enjoys high prestige among the broad masses of the Dutch people. Today, however, he fell two days before his coronation!

Two Assassins, one captured on the spot, and the other escaped. The man who was caught, Balzata, was a Frenchman who worked as a messenger between William and Catherine, the regent of France, who had only recently arrived at this post, so it was considered a crime.

After being tortured, Balzata had to confess that he had been tempted by the benefits of King Philip II of Spain - he promised him that if the matter was done, Balzata would have the title of hereditary viscount of the Kingdom of Spain and a fief of his own in rich Barcelona!

So he was tempted and successfully used his identity to stab the soon-to-be-crowned King of the Netherlands to death - William Orange! As for the other assassin, Balsata couldn't say why, but he thought that he must have seen it somewhere, it must have been someone in the inn, who must have been bewitched by Spain and wanted to cut down the grass and eradicate it!

After Ling Chi's execution of Balzata, a thorough inspection of the national post stations by the security department was indispensable, and Amsterdam was in a state of chaos for a while.

But I firmly believe that no matter how thoroughly they investigate, they will not be able to find out the true identity and traces of this assassin - how can the skills of "Stalker" Mavi be beyond the reach of these scumbags? And the identity of "the new king's savior", I really enjoy it and am very happy!

In the next two days, at my suggestion, the Kingdom of Holland will have a funeral and a happy event together, after all, the world cannot be left without an owner for a day, and the major events of the world must be decided quickly, so as not to have too many dreams at night!

Prince Morris, who was grateful to me, immediately agreed to my suggestion, after all, it was also a major event that directly affected most of his life after the age of eighteen! So, on July 12, 1584, the original coronation ceremony was held as usual, but before the ceremony, a state funeral was arranged for William I, that is, King William Orange.

Here are some minor problems: at the state funeral, everyone is required to wear the traditional black dress, but at the coronation, it is required to wear a bright dress! To finish these two things in the morning, what will happen to people's clothes?

Morris turned his gaze to me again for help. I thought about it for a moment and came up with an idea. And Morris consulted with the minister in charge of court etiquette, and immediately agreed to my suggestion, and once again expressed his sincere gratitude to me. The address to me has also changed from "Your Excellency the Earl" to "my friend Mr. Sun".

This is undoubtedly a welcome change.

At the state funeral in the early morning, everyone – and I mean all the people who attended the state funeral, including the people who had come to pay their respects to the former king and the former leader, in addition to their grief, everyone wore a black cloak, and on top of the black top hat, all of them were tied with a white flower.

On the basis of the previous night's funeral, vigil and usurpulation, and in the cold breeze of the morning, the priest gave a funeral mass to William I in Dutch and according to the canons of Protestant doctrine, in which he expressed his respect and gratitude for the life of the deceased and entrusted them to God.

In the mourning space for the living, the priest encouraged people to continue the journey of life in a compassionate tone, expressed God's love and mercy to William's family, and proclaimed the gospel message of Christ's death and resurrection according to the canon, reminding the living of the inevitability of death, but also encouraging them to live with the hope of eternal life.

Finally, the pastor said, "Amen! The crowd chanted, "Amen! Then, people took turns to lay flowers, and they all took off the white flowers from their hats and laid a huge white wreath around William's grave! Then he saluted and left silently.

However, everyone did not go far, everyone walked around the newly built royal palace adjacent to the governor's palace, they took off their black cloaks, put them on in turn, and suddenly their eyes turned into a golden tulip!

Thanks to the well-developed textile industry in the Netherlands, especially in cities such as Bruges, we were able to produce a batch of gold and black capes in two days, which is also my previous suggestion, to solve the problem of embarrassing clothing for funerals and coronations held at the same time, and so far, the effect is very good.

Especially after people put a golden tulip on their hats, the festive atmosphere is even stronger! So much so that the symphony sounded、Prince Morris, no! It should be said that when King Maurice came out of his luggage in the dress he had changed, the crowd had already become a boiling sea of gold!

The coronation went smoothly and successfully, and Prince Morris became the second king of the Kingdom of Orange - Orange II. This young military genius will lead the Netherlands on a great quest to dominate the world's seafaring trade for a hundred years in the coming decades!

Great oaks from little acorns grow.. When I suggested that I had to keep my feet on the ground after the coronation, King Maurice immediately agreed with me. He instructed the Secretary of Commerce and the Secretary of the Navy to consult with me to begin the New Virginia Raiders as soon as possible, and to cooperate with me in completing a series of preparations before then.

In addition, he stated that, in view of my great contribution to the Kingdom of the Netherlands, he had provided me with a financial aid in the name of the Crown, and the amount was exactly the amount of my bandwidth at the Bank of Amsterdam. I knew it was a gift, a favor, but I refused. My reasoning is: business is business, and friends are friends. Business can be measured by value, but friends cannot. I don't accept such gifts, because friends don't need such politeness.

My attitude greatly impressed those in the know, including Morris, after all, the gold and jade are in front of the face and do not change their faces, which most people cannot do. For people like the Dutch, who are good at business calculations, this is even more of a nostalgic move. So Morris sincerely apologized, thinking it was an offense to his friend, and I accepted his apology.

Of course I don't think so! I'm not the White Lotus, and I'm not a Mary Sue! I just don't want my efforts to cash in so quickly! For me, money is a tool, not an end. I can't tear down the road I have carefully erected for the sake of tools, that is killing chickens and taking eggs, is it the behavior of my generation?

Definitely not.

So by the time our next step began, Morris had changed his address to me as "my sweet friend" and deeply regretted that I could not join pure Protestantism and become his godbrother.

He preached to me again, expounding the doctrine of Protestantism, hoping that I would "come back from my path", so I once again expounded my attitude of not encouraging, not guiding, not opposing, not resisting, and advocating freedom of belief, which once again aroused the feelings and sighs of Morris and others, and persuaded me to join the Church first.

After consulting with the Dutch commercial and naval authorities, I was ready to return to England with a huge loan, which I had already paid with my own funds, which would fill the huge void and serve the wartime afterward. This just makes me more ammo and more confident.

While I went to sea, I also sent two teams of small boats to Africa, and some things not only require my own efforts, but also need the cooperation of all parties to complete!

When I returned to the UK, it was the night of the 14th, and after I got off the ship, I took only the nine ghosts and Masataka alone, and quietly went to the headquarters of the Blade Sea Chamber of Commerce where I did not regret it, and after explaining the matter, I quietly returned to the headquarters of Frost Rose.

The next morning, I rushed to the Palace of Westminster with the results of this trip to meet Elizabeth I. Elizabeth I was pleased with the report on the results of her trip to the Netherlands—it was tantamount to bringing England and Holland closer to each other, and a rich and powerful ally in the struggle against Spain was a very valuable asset!

Then I quietly reported my plans and intentions for the next big * Virginia Raiders, which made Elizabeth I even more amazing! And I immediately execute. And Undersecretary of War and Armed Forces, an old acquaintance, Jack Bravo, will assist me in this matter.

In recognition of the tremendous results of my hard work, and in the absence of any further increase in my title, Elizabeth I gifted me a manor house at Stamford Bridge, and placed me with a servant, and paid for the running costs for the next two years from the Crown funds.

I didn't dislike the icing on the cake, so I embraced the estate. Looking at the location, I smacked my tongue and named it Chelsea Manor – because isn't this the location of the great football club of the future, the Chelsea club I loved with all my heart from 2003 until the end of 2015, Stamford Bridge?

Fate is so magical! My hobby coincided with the trajectory of my life 500 years ago! This has to be said to be an interesting fact.

As for the question asked: Why don't I fan Chelsea after 2015, I can only say that if you know football, then you do!

To get back to the point, the five new warships purchased through the PPP model have already been implemented - the ships are actually ready-made, but the warships of the British Royal Navy have been transferred to me and converted according to my requirements. The British Navy, on the other hand, took the gold coins it had collected from me, which were significantly higher than the actual price, to build more, new warships.

Out of a disturbed conscience, they did spend a lot of money on refitting my battleship. The 50 mm iron armor that originally covered the side sides of the ship was generally thickened by ten centimeters to more than sixty centimeters, the ramming angles in the bow were indestructible, and the spinnaker in the stern was also equipped with the latest technology. So I'm just turning a blind eye to the moisture they had when they quoted - the wool is from the sheep, and what they owe me, I'll get it back from Virginia!

It was already a month before I received a reply from several convoys of ships that had been dispatched, and at the same time the new ships had been completed in actual combat exercises. Since everything is ready at this time, and only the east wind is owed, then I don't need to delay for a long time!

Secretly informed of all aspects, on the morning of August 16th, the first chapter of my Virginia Raiders* is about to begin!