"Hahahaha, what a funny story......."

Savile stood a little stiff behind Charles, watching the back of the fat man's head flutter with laughter, and wanted to kick him in the ass and make him fall out of the side of the ship and into the sea.

He stood stunned for a long time, until Charles stopped laughing, and then gritted his teeth.

"Lord Earl, this is not a joke, nor is it a story, when I was very young, I once saw with my own eyes a man who pronounced the name of that Excellency was punished by God, and that tragic scene I will never forget, so trust me......"

Charles turned around and said coldly, "If what you say is false, then you are deceiving a noble, benevolent nobleman!"

"I swear, what I said is true!"

“.........”

Charles stared at Savile for a long time, then took a step forward, his strong body almost squeezed Savile down, and his face was a little distorted and he roared: "You bastard, if what you said about 'divine punishment' is true, why did you still say so many things about him in front of me?

"Lord Earl, we have no direct relationship with that Excellency, the gods are not watching us, but you have, that Excellency is your ......"

"I don't care who he is," Charles waved his arm roughly, pushing Savile a few meters away, "You go and call Byrne now, don't let me see you again!"

"You ......"

Savile staggered to steady himself, his brow furrowed to reason with Charles, but when he saw Charles' eyes, he held all the words back into his stomach.

It was no longer a pair of gentle and humble eyes, but ferocity and murderous aura overflowed Charles' eye sockets, like a wild beast about to tear apart its prey.

Savile, who had always regarded himself as a "strong fighter for freedom", unconsciously took a few steps back in succession, widened the distance between him and Charles, and after barely glaring at the angry lion-like Charles for a few seconds, he turned away from the bow of the Lothair.

It was only then that he realized that he had greatly underestimated the Count of Bayonne, and Byrne had reminded Savile that he was different from the legend, but Savile did not expect it to be so different.

Savile did not find any of the virtues of "kindness, friendliness, and generosity" that Bourne had mentioned, but the attributes of "cunning, shrewdness, and sternness" were not lacking in the possession of sophisticated politicians, and the various rhetoric he had carefully prepared did not come in handy at all, and was led by the nose by the young over-the-top Earl all the way.

"It must be reported to the higher authorities to reassess the feasibility of plotting against Count Bayonne!" Saville, an experienced freedom fighter, made a decisive decision.

And Charles on the bow of the ship also made a decision at this time, rejecting some of the ideas of the previous days, and suspending in-depth contact with the people of the Freedom Council, even if his current situation really needs to rely on one or more external forces to break the situation, but until it is clear whether the top leaders of the Freedom Council are a group of madmen or a group of liars, it is better not to make further development.

If Savile's "divine punishment" is true, then they are a bunch of crazy people, as far away as they are.

I don't know what the punishment is, but if you take it literally, you know that it involves the gods, and can a person who can attract the attention of the gods by his name alone be something he can mess with? What if he is the teacher of the dead ghost daddy Bourman Chevalier? What does it have to do with himself?

The current Shire themselves are "from the wrong birth", and they are respectful of those clergy with magical abilities, not to mention the "divine punishment" involving the gods.

But why didn't he know who that Excellency was? The Marquis of Lorraine must have known, even if he had deliberately concealed everything about "that Excellency" from his family, what about the others?

Byrne, Gerson, Forman, and others apparently did not know about "that Excellency", how could a man who was "so brilliant and close to God" be forgotten by so many people?

So, the Liberal Council could also be a bunch of crooks.

Charles is also a person who has read the Three Kingdoms, and he doesn't have much affection for those strategists who like to play tricks on his tongue, and he can't help but say, "Do you know that a catastrophe is coming?" and then a big flicker, and he deceived the white wolf with empty gloves.

If the Free Council were such an organization, the Charr would have limited cooperation with them at best. Expect to be fooled into seeking freedom and fairness for them?

A few minutes later, a gloomy Byrne walked over, looking at Charles with a dodgy look in his eyes for the first time.

This was an expression that Bourne had never had, he had always been honest and upright, and the class gap had made him always respect Bourne, but he had never been alarmed.

He stood in front of the Charles, looking down at the deck of the Lothair, the sturdy knight as if he had made a mistake, waiting for the parents' scolding.

"Byrne, ask yourself in your heart, are you still my knight?"

Without a little hesitation, Bourne knelt on one knee and swore in a deep voice: "Lord Earl, I will always be your knight, and I will bear your suffering and pain, and your sword will point in the direction of my conquest!"

Charles nodded secretly, the situation was better than he thought, if Byrne was like Saville, who didn't care about the safety of others for the sake of his own ideals, then he would have to prepare to clean the door.

"Bourne, you're familiar with Olive these days, don't you think she's a lovely and kind child?"

Byrne raised his head in surprise and looked at Charles, not knowing what his lord meant, he said without thinking: "Miss Olive is very kind, she has helped us a lot these days, and she also helped Foreman and a few of them write letters home......."

"Do you then want Olive to lose his present peaceful life, or even his dear brother, and live in fear and helplessness all day long?"

"What?"

Bourne was in a hurry, and he slammed up from the deck, and his fierce momentum returned to him, "Who is going to endanger the Earl, who is going to hurt Miss Olive Live?, I must cut off his head....."

"It's Saville, or ....... You guys!"

“.......”

Byrne, who was already preparing to fight with someone, froze, his gray-brown eyes full of confusion and confusion.

"Byrne, do you know what Savile came to talk to me about just now? What he said has endangered my life, and even the safety of the entire Chevalier family, I don't want to put my whole family's life on the gambling table for some bullshit oath of the Liberal Council, I will not put Olive in the slightest danger, you....... Got it?"

Bourne's tall body trembled inexplicably, and there was a little rickety, like a leaf beaten by autumn frost.

"I'm sorry...... My lord...... I don't know ...... Saville."

Charles waved his hand, softened his tone and said: "Byrne, I believe this is not your intention, you go and tell Saville, I can pretend not to know about your affairs, that territory can also be given to you, and even make you a real "knight", but I will not allow you to treat me as a fool who can be used with just two empty words, don't beat my idea again, and don't cause me and Olive any trouble." ”

"Otherwise, I'll let you know what regret is!"

Charles patted Byrne on the shoulder and staggered past him, leaving only a low, stern threat.

The sun was rapidly falling towards the sea level, and the shadow of the Elite Knight grew longer and longer, and finally disappeared completely.

Byrne didn't know how long he had been on the bow deck, until the sailor's shouts woke him up from his loneliness.

"Hey, knight, can you help us put this canvas away?"

"Hahahaha!"

Several crew members laughed at the bewildered Bourne, and it was clear from their calm attitude that they did not have any estrangement from Bourne just because he was a "knight master".

In the course of these few days of sailing, because the "sailor" Cook was really itchy in the face of the good ship of the Lothair, so he won universal recognition with a beautiful sailing technique in front of the crew, and with Bourne, Gerson, Foreman and others were often used by Kukra as sailors, so that they could live a boatswain addiction, and also let this group of "knights" put down the shelf and mingle with these rude crews.

But today, instead of responding to the greetings of these crew "brothers", Byrne sleepwalked back to his cabin, sitting on the bed and staring blankly ahead.

Savile stepped out of the shadows, stood in front of Bourne and said softly: "Don't blame yourself, the road to the truth is full of hardships and thorns, you and I are pathfinders, for the sake of those poor people who suffer, we must endure all the challenges and pains. ”

Byrne slowly raised his head and said, "Are we going to use Lord Earl and Miss Olive again?" I'm sorry, I really don't want to do this anymore. ”

Savile's head shook like a rattle, "Bourne, you are wrong, we can't take advantage of this Earl, maybe we will be used by him one day." ”

Charles snorted and walked from the bow to his cabin, there was still some time before the sailboat docked, and he had to go back and think about something.

"Huh, you want to use me, am I really a fool?"

Charles crossed a pile of cable debris, and suddenly saw a tall figure with a bulge and backwards in the distance, looking at him coldly with his arms crossed, and when he noticed that Charles looked over, he silently turned away.