Pirate Kingship-Chapter 773 - 491: Family Is His Weakness!

Have the guts to come to the colony and fight me!

Beware that Rhine Metal Company might use the excuse of a production line malfunction and refuse to supply you with ammunition.

One edict after another was born under Edward IV's pen:

"I now transfer Lancaster's Sorenburg to the Sea Hunter, locking the Mad Hunt in hatred as his wife and home are seized by the latter.

First, oppose the Sea Hunter to buy time for the mainland."

After sending out all the edicts, he pinched his temples and muttered powerlessly to himself:

"The damn Byron Lancaster grows faster than Byron Tudor and has allied with the pirates of Black Sails Harbor.

I must find a way to prepare early lest he suddenly appears on the mainland and catches us off guard."

At this moment, a pair of slender hands gently caressed his temples.

"Your Majesty, have you forgotten? We still have a secret weapon.

Although it doesn't work on other enemies, it's easy to handle a small Lancaster."

Edward IV looked back and saw his charming and beautiful Queen standing behind him, leaning over and whispering softly in his ear:

"Family is his weakness!"

This revelation made Edward IV's eyes light up:

"Indeed! During the last battle of the Strait of Dover, we failed to exploit Lancaster's weakness, but now it's different.

Mad King Henry VI's Queen, also the Mad Hunt's aunt Margaret, along with all the female members of the Lancaster Family are imprisoned in the Malta Island Monastery in the Inland Sea.

Although isolated in the Inland Sea, close to the frontline between the East Coast Church and the West Coast Holy Spirit Sect, the island is a secure base for the Maltese Knights Order State.

Fort Saint Angelo is garrisoned with the elite Malta Knights, and Grand Master Holy Spear Valletta is a powerful Fifth Order Legendary Holy Knight.

As long as we have them firmly in our grasp, we fear not that the last Lancaster will disobey."

Elizabeth had no sense of guilt for devising such a malicious plan, her face full of smiles:

"So shall we issue a notice tomorrow to transfer them from Malta Monastery back to the Royal Capital?"

Edward IV decisively raised his hand to reject Queen Elizabeth's proposal.

"No! Domestic sentiments are unstable right now.

Beyond royal members who share a deadly vendetta against Lancaster, who knows which opportunist might harbor ulterior motives and betray us?

It's best to continue keeping them at Malta Monastery.

We'll send two female assassins to infiltrate the monastery and secretly administer an incurable slow poison to those women.

Thus becoming a sword perpetually hanging over the Mad Hunt's head.

We'll see if he chooses their lives or their deaths!"

With this thought, a burden was lifted from Edward IV's heart.

At the same time, he noticed his Queen, the First Beauty of the Channel Islands Elizabeth, clad only in a sheer nightgown, her graceful figure partially revealed under the whale oil lamp, resembling a jade beauty.

His heart warmed as he rose to carry her to the bedroom.

"It's curious how this time, two months have passed since Elizabeth's last child, yet there's no movement?"

His doubts only lingered for a moment before turning to excitement:

"This must be...the creator's favor upon me!

With so many worries recently, the creator grants me a few more opportunities to enjoy the First Beauty of my Kingdom."

When he laid the Queen on the bed, a slight twinge between sharp pain and numbness at his lower back didn't even bother him as he undressed and climbed up.

Edward IV was just in his early thirties, considering himself still a vigorous young man.

Since returning to the Royal Palace, it's been festivities every night, and he's never felt there's any issue in their loving marriage.

Today he received Byron's letter and thought of the Crimson Holy Grail.

He couldn't help but increasingly yearn for this "experiment" to complete the ritual soon.

Recalling the part of the ritual requirements already obtained: "The ascender must hail from a ruling and exploiting class (regardless of generation);

The hand of loyal servants (thirteen); the bones of relatives (six, within three years of death); something about a beloved...what is it?"

Edward IV stroked the smooth, fair skin of his beautiful Queen's back, causing her to giggle, though his eyes suddenly grew dark.

"Family" isn't just Lancaster's weakness, it could also be his own...Panacea!