Nine o'clock in the evening.

John Raskin, dressed in black and red bishops, took Carl Horeday in a horse-drawn carriage to the door of the Prince of Wales' luxurious villa.

"Catherine's Palace, the masterpiece of the Tertiary architect Elysée Catherine, combines the artistic style of the time with luxurious minerals, and she is the only one who can create an architectural villa that amazes the entire Third Age."

After passing through the main entrance, John Ruskin and Carl Horedday, led by the male servants, entered the golden corridor composed of the Golden Hall, the Oil Painting Hall, and the Cultural Relics Hall.

At the end of the three corridors, there is a shrine made of black ebony.

Above it is a large shrine with a dark red cross emblem representing the sleeping and crimson gods.

Above the shrine hang several crystal chandeliers in the shape of owls, and below are slender candles and upside-down metal dome lids filled with dull golden wax.

At this time, these candles have all been lit, illuminating the entire golden corridor bright and clean, with an inexplicable sacred smell.

"Praise Crimson, praise my Lord."

John Ruskin solemnly bowed his head to the shrine, raised his right hand, and tapped it four times on his chest, drawing a sign of slumber and crimson.

"Praise Crimson, praise my Lord." Karl followed with a solemn drawing of a crimson sign.

"You have to learn more about the etiquette of the banquet tonight, record more, as the Holy Son of St. Hornavich Church, it is indispensable to interact with these nobles in the future, and also, you can't call me teacher on formal occasions, you must use the archbishop's crown."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Archbishop." Carl replied softly.

John Ruskin bowed slightly, and then, led by the manservant, walked into the formal hall where the banquet began.

Karl followed behind Archbishop John, and when he looked around, he saw the crystal seats arranged in the golden hall, and saw the nobles and guests dressed in extraordinary clothes.

In it, the male gentlemen are dressed similarly, with tuxedos, suits, and, of course, beautiful mustaches.

In the kingdom of Ghent, the nobles and gentlemen competed not only with their top hats, but also with their collars, and even their beards.

Compared to men, young women dress up much more cumbersomely.

Their oversized, ornate dresses were decorated with lace, sparkling gemstone necklaces around their swan-like necks, and a variety of precious ornaments, making them bright and sexy, and if you look closely, you can even see the large snow-white on the chest and the slender collarbones on both sides.

Of course, this is not absolute, a small part of the dress is quite conservative, the dress is also mainly dark color, and even the stockings on the legs are pure black.

In the Kingdom of Ghent, this meant that they were widows or divorced noblewomen.

In addition to these, Karl also saw representatives of the bishops of other churches, among them two bishops with blond hair, who for some reason looked extremely incompatible, and the momentum of the two sides was quite feuding.

Karl didn't pay much attention to it, this was not very polite, he followed the manservant into the hall, and began to greet the nobles he knew, while Archbishop John chatted with the other archbishops and noble councilors......

......

The second floor of Catherine's Palace!

Lilith Moore sat in the lounge, dressed up, waiting for the celebration to begin, and in front of her was the open letter of acceptance, which read:

"Dear Mr. Lilith Moore, you have been admitted to the University of St. Hornavich, please arrive at the steam train platform 9643 on December 12, 1751, and take the extraordinary train into the ......"

Call......

Lilith exhaled softly, and just then her father, the Prince of Wales, and her mother, the Lady Victoria, knocked on the door and walked in, and complimented in unison:

"Baby, it's time to go out, tonight is your college dinner, and everyone is waiting for you, including Mr. Carl."

Cal?

Mom and Dad are a little strange tonight, as if they came to tell me?

Lilith exhaled slowly, her eyes rolling slightly, and an elegant smile bloomed.

"Okay!"

"Let's go, my dear little princess."

Accompanied by her father and mother, Lilith walked out of the lounge and into the hall of the party, where she took the Prince of Wales by the arm and walked to the center of the stage.

"Everyone!"

The Prince of Wales smiled at all the guests, and after a slight pause, he said:

"Thank you for joining me today for my daughter's college dinner, and today she will officially become a new student at St. Hornavich University, and I would like to solemnly introduce her to you."

"My beloved daughter, Lilith Moore!"

As soon as he finished speaking, rows of huge fireworks rose into the sky from outside Catherine's Palace, exploding in the center of a dreamy and brilliant light.

December 8, 1751, is destined to be an extraordinary night......

.........

Florence, the Black Isle.

Bang!

The sudden sound of gunfire rang out from the darkness, and Jack D. Sparrow gently blew the silvery-white revolver in his hand, and a pungent and exciting illusory white smoke slowly drifted from the muzzle of the gun.

Wendy's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the bloody black hole in his chest, and he looked back in disbelief at Captain Jack standing behind him, still shooting.

"Why, Captain?"

Jack pressed the tip of his gun against the brim of his tricorne, then tilted his head to look at the entrance to the Deep Black Temple, and said with a blank expression.

"You know what? Wendy, though he does things recklessly, never says the root word 'understand' in front of me, he doesn't make decisions on his own, he just waits for me to speak! ”

"You know what? Wendy doesn't call the first mate either, he only calls John Ming after him, and sometimes even brings his last name, because the two of them are cousins, and they are from Chambeye, which is important. ”

"I don't know exactly what you are, but it's clear that you're playing a terrible role, and your IQ is not even as good as that of a short-haired marmot."

After listening to Jack's story, Wendy saw that the matter had been exposed, and the painful expression of being shot before disappeared.

His face was gloomy as he looked at the bleeding wound, which seemed to be slowly stirring with countless twisted worms, stretching out tiny tentacles one after another, as if repairing.

"You are very difficult to deceive, if you obediently walk in with me, maybe you won't have too painful experience."

"Do you want to consider another option, you come with me?"

Jack raised the silver revolver in his hand and pointed his gun at Wendy.

"Bullets don't work for me."

Under the light of the torches burning with crimson flames, Wendy's body was completely distorted, his mouth cracked to the back of his head, countless tentacles protruded from it, and his limbs began to fester.

Jack looked at Wendy, who was no longer human, and he sneered, and said in the ancient Hermetian language:

"Storm!"

As Jack pulled the trigger again, there was a 'bang' and the crackling sound of a hammer hitting the primer came from his ears.

In the next second, Wendy's tentacle head exploded with brilliant flowers, and a silvery-white liquid mixed with thick things flowed out of it, which was the purifying effect that only occurs when the Sea King's bullet hits the pollution.