Several days later, ships belonging to the Westwind Express Company slowly furled their sails and docked at the Jastown Royal Harbor.
However, what the sailors carried out from the cargo hold was not the sought-after goods from Yucatan Island, but body bags and thin wooden coffins!
This attracted the residents of the harbor area, sailors, privateering pirates, bounty hunters, and intelligence agents from various forces to crowd around in curiosity.
"So many bodies, has His Excellency, "The Sea Hunter," started a war with so faction again?
That shouldn’t be. After the most recent dispute over the Right to Protect by the union of churches, our Hightins is now a colonial power second only to the very strongest, aspiring to beco number one. Who would be so blind as to provoke us?"
Most of the sailors in the harbor were Byron’s followers, having imnse confidence in his strength, and were particularly puzzled by the sight of these corpses.
An experienced old ship captain, smoking his pipe, clarified for them,
"Can’t you see?
Look at the clothes on that corpse, isn’t that the red rose of the Lancaster Party?
His Excellency the Governor also serves as the commander-in-chief of bandit suppression. I reckon with His Excellency’s capabilities, he must have wiped out those Lancasters who fled to the colonies."
"HISS! Does this an the nearly thirty years of the Red and White Rose War are finally settled, with no chance of recurrence?"
The old captain pondered for a while before replying with less certainty,
"Not necessarily. The relations amongst the nobility are so convoluted that not even the nobles themselves can keep them straight.
There must be quite a number of Lancasters still in exile in the Old Continent.
It’s normal for nobles to be interconnected, with each involved in the other’s affairs.
But, after all, these high-level struggles for power have nothing to do with us; it’s more important to focus on our own trade.
Co on, lads, stop gawking, get on with the loading. With the Crown Wars erupting on Yucatan Island and resources in short supply, we’re sure to make a fortune."
"Yes, Captain!"
Most of the onlookers dispersed after a while.
Only a few intelligence agents from various factions stayed to tally the number of corpses, assess the impact, and prepare to report to their superiors.
While the sailors were unloading cargo on one side, several bodies belonging to Transcendents were already laid out in the lighthouse on the other.
Important figures from the Privy Council, Star Chamber Court, and Parliant utilized the projection in the lighthouse to observe the corpses laid out on the ground.
The "Jailor," the "Executioner," and the "Prophet" among them even activated their diverse transcendent abilities for a ticulous inspection.
"There’s no doubt, this one is "Preempting the Enemy," Beret Tanya! The facial features, bones, and height ratio are an exact match."
"Yes, I would not make a mistake either; the bloodline divination is a perfect match."
"It’s the sa with "Unbreakable Fortress," Sam Leopold. Even the scars on his body are indistinguishable from those recorded.
Besides these two Third Order individuals, the others are all nad mbers of the Storm Knight Order.
I’ve been an "Executioner" for twenty years and I’d stake my head on it, there’s no issue with these corpses."
"Using Middle Sequence divination to ascertain life and death, we can confirm that they are indeed no longer in this world."
Byron, who had been accompanying them, remained calm and composed throughout, not the least bit worried that they would detect any flaws.
At this mont, he was no longer the only god of the natives but simply an ordinary Governor of the Royal Port.
Although it consud quite a bit of the Blood of Transformation, as of today, the Lancaster Party has managed to fake their deaths and escape, moving completely from the public eye to the shadows. Everything was worth it. With the pressure from external usurpers gone, now the Royalist Party and the Earl’s Party will really scramble their brains out, won’t they? The long-suppressed conflicts are bound to erupt soon, right?
Obviously, the bodies here were those of the soldiers and Transcendents who had been tainted in Tayapan.
The guidance of the "Desire Compass" was indeed very precise, allowing Byron to obtain sufficient bodies in Tayapan to report his mission as complete, all without any guilt.
When he and his n arrived at the scene, these bodies were still fresh and in good condition.
After death, cells can survive for a period, with reproductive cells, cartilage, and dental cells surviving the longest, up to four days.
With just a slight infusion of the Blood of Transformation, the bodies could be reactivated, and their genetic information could be altered with "Black Sorcery·Bloodhound."
They beca indistinguishable from actual mbers of the Lancaster Party.
Every detail, including their lifestyle and training traces, was carefully replicated.
Similarly, the real Lancaster Party mbers had their physical information modified by the Bloodhound, integrating them completely into Byron’s territory.
Even if divinations were employed, locating them beca near-impossible.
As for the annihilation of Tayapan, why should that concern , Byron Tudor? That’s an internal conflict between the natives. As a "Great Good Man," I’ve always advocated non-interference in others’ internal affairs. Be careful, or I might accuse you of slander.
anwhile, Governor Magnyra of Iris issued a stern diplomatic protest to Hightins, decrying the cross-border law enforcent as unacceptable.
Though it sparked a verbal dispute, it also indirectly confird the credibility of the action.
After all, in everyone’s eyes, Magnyra, the King’s illegitimate daughter, could hardly be accused of perjury. And what could Byron possibly have to bribe her with?
"Wait a mont."
Just as the inspection was coming to an end,
a distinguished gentleman from the Privy Council, Baron Fris Woodville, who was also a Knight and one of the sixteen mbers of The King’s Right Hand, suddenly stepped forward.
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