On the same day, the son of the former commander-in-chief of the Armada de Guzmán and the admiral of the third detachment of the Armada Gudorov Sharznan was burned at the stake.

At the time of the execution, many people came to watch, but the mood was different.

When de Guzmán's old subordinates saw the end of Charznan, they all burst into tears of sorrow, of course, in their hearts.

If anyone dares to shed tears on his face, he is sympathetic to heresy and guilty of the same crime.

Who would give their life for a relationship at work? No one is so stupid in such a world.

Belief is not shared by everyone. The most convicted people are burning in front, and who will dare to rush forward in the back?

That's the reality.

By the time the torch had been extinguished, the charznan had turned to ashes with the burned timber, and the only thing left was the white ash that remained in the ruins.

It is said that after hearing the news, Emperor Philip II was silent for a long time, and seemed to take out a pendant or something from his pocket and gently threw it into the ruins by the sea.

Little Alfred was very excited, and it was human nature that his number one enemy was permanently destroyed, and this annihilation was a complete and complete destruction from body to soul.

Looking at the whole of Spain, who else could be their own competitor? Inexistent!

On qualifications, ability, family affairs, and background, no matter how you compare horizontally and vertically, the rest is only yourself!

So how could he not be excited?

It is said that the elder Alfred heard about it in a coma, and was once awake for a moment, and was moved by the sincere feelings of his parents for their children, or the depth of their faith in the greatest pursuit of his life.

However, bad news followed—the elder Alfred seemed to have a preoccupation on his mind, and the day after hearing that Charznan had been burned at the stake, his health took a turn for the worse, and he soon went from a dying state to a near-death state.

I couldn't figure it out, because I had treated him a few days ago, and old Alfred, though weak, was absolutely imminent.

Why so fast? I checked the pulse of old Alfred, and to my dismay, he was indeed dead.

Why? Why is this happening?

My heart burst into deep doubts.

As if sensing my heart, old Alfred struggled to open his eyes, glanced at me, and then at his son next to him, and smiled with satisfaction. Said a sentence that shocked my heart!

"I don't die for a day, you can't be on the throne for a day! The more I die, the more hidden dangers you have! So, I have to die fast! ”

For some reason, listening to his words, my eyes moistened.

Objectively speaking, Alfred Sr. is definitely not a good man, but he is definitely a good father!

For his son, he really put in his life's hard work and hard work.

For his son, he really paved all the roads, until now, he decided to use his death to send his son on his last journey......

Of course, I also know that Alfred Sr. is right, one day he is still alive, Alfred Jr. will not be able to take the position, and there will be other hidden problems at any time.

So he went on a hunger strike, cut off his medicine, and begged for his own death!

This is the deepest love a father has for his children.

Little Alfred stood to the side, his lips twitching slightly, and he tried to speak several times, but was interrupted by his father.

The old man waved his hand to show that he didn't have to be sad, then looked at me and said to me in a hoarse and difficult tone, "Qilan! We have known each other for more than ten years, and we can be regarded as New Year's friends! When I die, I beg you to take care of my son more!" ”

I nodded silently, I really couldn't refuse the request of the dying man.

"As for how far you can go together, I believe that with your wisdom and his generosity, your future is limitless!"

I was silent and nodded slightly.

The old man turned to his son again and cried softly, "O child! ”

Little Alfred immediately walked up to the old man and knelt lightly in front of the bed.

The old man's voice was hoarse, but extremely resolute: "Give me your hand!" ”

Little Alfred immediately stretched out his left hand and handed it to Old Alfred.

The old man turned to me again and continued to say hoarsely: "Qilan, give me your hand too!" ”

I didn't object and gave him a hand as well.

Old Alfred took out two short knives from his bosom, looked unpretentious, put one in our hands each, and then said with almost all his strength: "These two knives were given to me by my master when I first went to sea, and they have followed me for nearly sixty years!" Now I give them to you, and my last wish is that the two of you can become brothers of the opposite sex, and never leave each other, and help each other for the rest of your life! ”

Little Alfred burst into tears, and I was so excited that I nodded vigorously, hoping to give the old man the last comfort in his life.

Just as we were holding the dagger in our hands and were about to speak in response to him, the old man's hand suddenly fell, as if he had lost all his strength, and he hung limply on the edge of the bed!

Marquis Alfred, a leading figure who served three generations of Spanish monarchs, witnessed the rise and fall of the Armada, and held the leading positions in the Spanish military, passed away suddenly.

As the only male in the family, little Alfred took full responsibility for his father's funeral.

His younger brother has been trading overseas recently, and people don't know where he is, so naturally there are no other thoughts.

It's going on here, and it's going on in the Spanish royal family. The Armada is now in ruins, and one day it cannot be left without an owner.

But when it comes to the right person, there is only one last one left, and of course, it is also the most appropriate one so far.

Philip II had two documents on his desk that needed to be signed.

One is the title succession document of the Alfred family, and the other is the nomination document for the new commander-in-chief of the Armada.

Looking at the exact same person on the two documents, Philip II suddenly felt that something was not quite right in his heart.

Isn't it too much of a coincidence? Why are two major events at the same time, on the head of this person?

But after thinking about it, he still signed it.

Because he really had no other choice, little Alfred, was the only viable option for him.

In this way, the Spanish Supreme Philip II signed a big letter, agreeing that Alfred the Younger would inherit the family title and at the same time succeed to the position of commander-in-chief of the Spanish Armada!

In this way, the dust settled on the important event that had been pending for a long time, and the important position that the whole of Spain had been waiting for was finally famous.

Of course, no one dared to disagree with Philip II's decision, but private discussions were absolutely indispensable.

But after all, private discussions are just private discussions, and they can't be put on the table, and as time goes by, everything will be calm.

Just like the one it was designed by its designers.

Of course, there are some hiccups in the middle - Philip II considered that little Alfred had just lost his father and was emotionally unstable, so he deliberately comforted him in the edict, asking him to mourn and endure the pain.

Clear-eyed people know that little Alfred is too late to be happy, but there is no way to say it, so he can only follow Philip II's argument to persuade little Alfred not to be overly sad, so as not to miss the big thing.

Little Alfred is naturally also a drama master, how can he not understand the truth when he sees this scene? Immediately hit the snake with the stick, indicating that he must be mournful, live up to his mission, and grit his teeth to do the important task assigned by His Majesty!

Who would have thought that the originally confusing plot would develop into what it is today in such a short period of time, and everything was finalized quickly.

When later generations commented on this matter, some people once mentioned that it was little Alfred who came to the stage, but the adjutant standing behind him was actually the real hero!

But I don't know these things, I do know that through hard work—of course, the means may not be so clean and pure, and the result of my doing so is that I have another life in my hands that may not be innocent, and I have a strong backer behind it.

It also gives me a deeper foundation to deal with the disturbances that I will face.

Now that the matter is done, I don't have to stay here any longer, and it would be better for little Alfred to leave a day earlier to avoid long nights.

So on the very day that Alfred Jr. gave the order, I led my fleet and quietly and without warning from the bay of Villarel on the pretext of going out for trade......

As the saying goes, I don't care about the quality of these faces, I want the inside.

Alfred Jr. kept him in many ways, but he also knew that what he needed most now was not friendship, but stability.

So our difference was so simple that I disappeared without even knowing that many people around me knew about it.

The shadow military division, which had been studied by later generations for a long time without a trace, disappeared from people's field of vision completely.

When I returned to Nantes after a short drive through the Iberian Peninsula, I heard the roar of artillery near the bay in the distance, and the two fleets were firing at each other in the air.

What's going on? Who fought with whom?

I asked the ink beside me suspiciously.

When I sent a small boat to observe, I was overjoyed to get the news!

The two sides of the "war" in front of me are none other than the students of the French Maritime Academy under the leadership of Adicon, who are conducting live-fire confrontation exercises according to the requirements I explained when I left!

It's just that the "live ammunition" here is made of hands and feet, and the training bullet with a wooden shell and iron core is used.

Such a shell cannot penetrate the deck, but it can leave a clear bullet mark at the point of hit, and it is definitely the best training ammunition.

Knowing that it was me who came back, the students on both sides began to fire cannons into the air, and the intertwined flames were as brilliant as fireworks!

These are my treasures! My most precious asset!

I may be gone in a few years, but the treasures I have left behind will live on forever.

And this is the most important proof that I have not lost my life.