On a rainy night, William III was standing on the top of the Grimm Tower, quietly sipping wine in the rain.

Looking down from the Seed of Order, the entire roof of Alfred Palace had long been covered with rows of anti-aircraft guns, and the once glorious roof structure had been demolished, symbolizing the king’s abolition of tradition.

William III looked at the rainy night quietly. From time to time, a crazy smile broke out on his face, accompanied by coughing.

Aslan Castle was almost an empty city at this time. Most of the traditional factories were staffed by robots from Lansta Industries. The remaining people living here were all former nobles and members of parliament. Most of them had received benefits from the king, giving them the opportunity to gain a place on this capital island that was armed to the teeth.

Everyone knew that war was coming.

If Thebite’s iron airships came here, the nobles of E-Tran needed to be sure that their king had enough power to shoot them down.

Obviously, he did.

“Mom, your great deeds will live forever.”

William III raised his glass to the sky, an undisguised smile appearing on his red cheeks.

Just as he was drunk and wanton, the phone on the small table beside him rang:

“Jingle Bell…”

William III did not answer it. He just restrained his smile and watched the rainy night silently.

The call didn’t seem to stop, which seemed to indicate the visitor’s determination. After a while, William III sighed deeply and picked up the receiver:

“Your Majesty.” Achilles’ voice came from the other end of the microphone.

“What’s the matter?” William III shouted angrily.

“The Federation sent a message that Harry Smith went to scout the empty ship privately.”

“Then let him go! What can he find out? How long has the insole of the Duke of Bristol’s grandmother been fermenting? Will he go and find out, too?”

“Your Majesty, I don’t think he is suitable for this mission.” Achilles’ voice became more serious.

“Then get out of here,” William III yelled. “Why, Achilles, what’s wrong with you doing more?”

“I can carry out the mission alone,” said Achilles.

“Then let that damn merchant’s son come back! Chadwick’s death is no reason for him to ruin our plan!”

William III took a deep breath, calmed down, and spoke again:

“Will he run away?”

“I don’t know, Your Majesty.”

“I’ll leave this matter to you,” William III said. “In short, don’t let our federal friends feel threatened again, okay?”

“I see.”

After hanging up the phone, William III did not put the microphone back on the base, but threw it hard to prevent anyone from disturbing him again.

The microphone hit the ground hard, the sound of the collision was covered by a thunder, and then it continued to shake weakly in the rainy night.

“…”

William III calmed down. He poured himself a glass of red wine with trembling hands, put it to his mouth, and prepared to continue to immerse himself in the rainy night.

Contrary to his expectations, before his lips touched the red wine, the butler walked into the attic, bowed solemnly and said:

“Your Majesty, during the inventory tonight, three ships of the North Sea Fleet were missing. The Navy said they went fishing, but I think…”

“Then let them catch that damn fish!” William III shouted, “For the love of Mother Ersa, leave me alone!”

“…Yes…Yes…I’m sorry, I’ll leave now…”

The butler bowed deeply, then turned and left as if escaping.

But before he walked into the stairwell door, William III’s faint voice came from behind him:

“Hey, which ships are missing?”

“I don’t know the details… I may need to get a report form…” The butler murmured in a low voice, “But… if I remember correctly… it should be led by the ‘Royal Glory’…”

“That’s enough, I don’t care,” William III waved his hand, “Go away.”

“As you command, I will…”

The butler left the tower, leaving William III alone to drink with the rain.

No one noticed that when the king heard the name of the “Royal Glory”, a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Ah…”

……

14) Touch of the Creator (Part 2)

When Harry Smith returned to his room on the second floor of the Duke’s mansion, he keenly discovered that his door was half open.

He swallowed, then slowly opened the door and walked in.

Sure enough, Achilles was standing in his room, facing the door, with the window behind him flashing with lightning.

“You disobeyed orders,” Achilles whispered.

“I did what I had to do,” Harry took off his wet coat unconvinced and threw it away casually, “I can’t just live here and retire like you!”

Instead of confronting Achilles, he quickly walked to his bed, took off his soaking wet shirt and threw it on the bed.

Achilles just silently looked at his apprentice, the boy who once came out on top in the gendarmerie, with a light in his eyes that had not been polished.

“When I was your age, I once served in the navy,” Achilles said. “Yes, it was the time you were thinking of. During the [College War], I was on the Royal Glory, and Prince William led us to the north coast of the Federation.”

“When we were about to land, His Majesty’s order came from the capital, asking us to retreat immediately.”

“At that time, the coast was in sight, and I heard Prince William’s roar… Don’t look at his fat body now, it took more than a dozen sailors to hold him and execute the order to return.”

“Not long after, the Tower of Babel erupted, shredding the Dela Fleet and the World Alliance. We were the only ones who survived.”

Achilles said, looking at Harry who was making tea after changing his clothes.

“A soldier’s duty is to obey orders.”

“Are you so particular about formalities just because Majesty Glynis ordered you to be saved?” Harry said.

He slowly stood up and poured the tea into the cup, but he did not drink it himself. Instead, he walked to Achilles and handed it to the master:

“Master, let me do it, this has nothing to do with you,” he said.

Obviously, he couldn’t give up at this time, as the battle in the wilderness was about to break out, and if he could gather more information at this time, it might be able to bring something to the new coalition.

Harry had already figured it out. If he could capture more details about the Federation skyship, he could fly directly to the kingdom in steam armor before the war began and tell his allies all the information.

He must take action in the upcoming war. It has nothing to do with the attitude of the Kingdom of I-Tran; it is his own attitude.

[Dark Angel] Suleiman Agust killed Harry’s father. Revenge is Harry’s first and last goal.

“…”

Achilles knew what Harry was thinking, but the old [Steam Policeman] said nothing.

He looked at the young child in front of him silently, thought for a while, and then nodded gently:

“Ah.”

Before Harry could be happy, Achilles added:

“But there is one condition – no matter what time it is, no matter what you are doing, as long as I call you, you must come back to me immediately.”

“No problem!” Harry nodded excitedly.

“Sleep well, child.” Achilles turned and left.

“Master, wouldn’t you like a cup of tea?” Harry called out to Achilles’ back.

However, the elderly [Steam Gendarmerie] had already left the room, not even forgetting to close the door.

Harry stared at the door helplessly, then sat down on the bed, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Could it be that the master also has his own plan? He thought so.

……

Black Mist Barrier – East of Far Town – 2 days until the Lord of the Black Tide reaches the Great Wall

“Little white flower, little white flower.”

In a daze, Perlis heard someone calling her, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

When she opened her eyes, she found a pair of ice-blue eyes infinitely close to her. She could even see the lines in the pupils.

“Carly…” Perlis muttered, “I’ll sleep a little longer…”

“We have arrived at the Black Mist barrier, about half an hour ahead of schedule. You can sleep a little longer while they deploy, but I will lift the quilt at the appointed time.”

After Carly finished speaking, Perlis felt a kiss on her face, and then heard the sound of footsteps slowly fading away.

She turned over in bed in a daze, wrapped her arms around the quilt, buried her head in it, and fell into a deep sleep.

Half an hour later, Perlis’s biological clock drove her to slowly get up and rub her eyes.

“Well…”

Since she went to Black Lake to spy on historical memories last night, she didn’t get much sleep at all.

So, I stayed in bed for a while after a long time.

Pearlis looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was now half past eight in the morning, the estimated arrival time.

At three o’clock last night, Perlis and her group boarded the Tortoise RV and set off with Qi Lang’s garrison to the marked location of the Sky Eye Facility No. 0.

This area lost contact with Qi Lang after the fall of Hafurgaard. In the past ten years, Qi Lang has tried countless times to re-establish contact with this base, but due to the large-scale changes in the terrain caused by the [Creator Engine] and the black fog that filled the horizon, he ultimately returned in vain.

“…”

Perlis opened the blinds and looked out the window. At a glance, she saw the layers of black fog and the murderous aura emanating from them.

[Extrader] Maha once led an army to garrison there, but now it seems that it is impossible for him to survive.

However, what is strange is that according to the information from local people in Yuanzhen, there have been almost no Black Tide followers emerging from the black fog, which does not fit the status of the fog dead zone.

Black fog is the breeding ground for black water entities.

Is there something blocking the black water structure inside? As Perlis was thinking, the door of the room was pushed open:

“Oh, you’re up? I thought I had to lift the covers.”

Carly walked to the bedside of Perlis, pinched the sleepy little white flower’s face, and smiled:

“Their deployment work has been basically completed. It’s almost our turn to go on stage. Let’s go and have some breakfast first. This will help us to be energetic.”

“Well,” Perlis nodded, “Let’s go.”

She quickly put on her shirt and skirt, put on her pantyhose, and followed Carly to the restaurant in the middle of the Tortoise car.

The breakfast was simple, a bowl of perfectly cooked porridge and two steamed buns, one with braised pork filling and the other with mushroom and cabbage filling. They made Perlis’ stomach, which had been hungry all night, feel much better.

Breakfast is really important.

“…”

While eating buns, Perlis noticed that Carly was staring out the window absentmindedly, with a faint layer of dark circles under her eyes.

It was obvious that she didn’t get much sleep last night either.

Carly is so serious…Pollis couldn’t help but sigh.

“…”

After a hearty meal, the two of them packed up briefly and headed to the edge of the black fog together.

……

14) The Touch of the Creator (Part 3) -4k chapter-

The wind in the early morning was cool, but it seemed a little cold because of the bleak scenery of the Kuroshio land, which made Perlis suddenly sober up.

On a flat ground about one kilometer away from the black fog, Qi Lang’s army set up camp, facing the area fully armed.

Several scientists have already started setting up instruments in the open air, with Lian leading the way of course – the bad-tempered little one seemed to be in a bad mood as if she was grouchy because of waking up, with a gloomy face, making Aoi beside her feel at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Carly and Perlis walked into the open-air research area and came to Lian’s side.