Chapter 515 Precision Strike
About thirty minutes before Sapir Rachel witnessed the undead army in Sailor Alley in the port area, two low-key four-wheeled carriages hurried into the dock and stopped in front of the skeleton ship.
A blond gentleman in turquoise trousers, a vest of the same color, and a light green shirt jumped out of the first carriage. He ignored the servant who caught up with him and got off the carriage with his coat, and hurried to the second carriage: "Madam, children, come on, come on!"
"We're getting off the bus now, don't rush us!" The noble lady in a gauze hat complained unhappily, and got off the bus holding a young child and holding the hand of a little girl about ten years old.
The blond gentleman was in no mood to argue with his wife at this time. He bent down, picked up his eldest daughter and ran towards the skeleton ship: "Hurry, let's get on the boat, otherwise it will be too late!"
"It's too late, what are you crazy about? Zaka!" The lady had to hold her little son and run after her husband.
Yang Qiu, who was sitting on the boat, heard that there were guests coming. When he came out, he saw Baron Zaka Norman with his family. He was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Baron Norman, you are... Didn't I suggest on the phone that you just don't go out to visit guests today?"
"I dare not stay at home. Who knows if there will be chaos in the city?" Baron Norman heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Yang Qiu. He put down his eldest daughter who had been pressing on him until his hands were sore, and said nervously, "I have left all our people at the collection museum. Your undead will not rob my collection museum, right?"
"Of course not. What do you think of my undead?" Yang Qiu said helplessly, "They are not robbers."
Baron Norman muttered, "It's hard to say," and then said to the crew member next to him in a familiar manner: "Hey, man, can you bring some dessert for my children?"
Baron Zakar Norman, a native of Moses Port, is an archaeologist of some fame in the Eastern Kingdom. He likes to collect various artifacts and ancient books from ancient times. He was once possessed by an ancient demon because of a volume of ancient Sokri sailor's notes. He ran to Innadri and asked Yang Qiu for help to save his life (see Chapter 250).
The Norman family lost their fiefdom many years ago, and they were not good at business management and had not kept up with the trend of the aristocracy. However, relying on the talents of successive Norman family heads in the field of art, they did "side jobs" such as appraising artworks, restoring cultural relics and antiques, translating and re-editing classical literature, and reselling, and they actually maintained the dignity of the aristocracy...
Of course, their family did not make a fortune from this unique craft... Starting from Baron Norman's grandfather, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren worked hard to earn money with their artistic talent, and most of the money went into their family's private collection.
In order to investigate the origin of the ancient god's tentacle on his body, Yang Qiu borrowed some ancient mystical books collected by Baron Norman's father and also consulted the opinion of Baron Norman, an archaeologist. As a result, they became pen pals.
Baron Norman, who did not believe that the army of undead could carry out a "precision strike", ran to the ship with his family to "take refuge". Yang Qiu had no way of driving them away, so he had to ask the crew to clean up the guest rooms and let Mrs. Norman and the two children rest for a while.
Baron Norman was indeed an antique restoration fanatic. He sat down in the guest room and asked the butler to bring over the box he brought with him. He took out a flat ball wrapped in soft cotton cloth and tangled with copper wires. He also laid out small tools such as pliers, tweezers, and sandpaper, put on gloves, and began to repair it manually...
Yang Qiu shook his head, ignored this technical geek who made a living by his skills, and walked out of the cabin.
Ms. Shirley, who boarded the ship in Newin Town, walked onto the deck, glanced at the teleportation array being assembled on the dock, and turned her gaze towards the city.
Ms. Shirley has been to the city of Dutata in Adler's territory and once to the city of Creek in Tachia's territory, but overall, she thinks that the city of Moses Port in Odysseus' territory is the most vibrant - even the capital city of Bugatti is slightly inferior.
Looking back at the cabin behind her, Ms. Shirley said with emotion: "After today, the vitality of Moses Port will burst out in full force."
Port Moses is the water transportation hub in the southern part of the Eastern Kingdom. No one knows the huge potential of this city better than Ms. Shirley, who is at the center of the Undead regime.
"Yes, ma'am." Mr. Yang, standing on the deck with his hands behind his back, did not turn around, but judging from his voice, he was in a good mood. "This city should be vibrant and all-encompassing."
Clark, the captain of the Innadri Night Watch, who boarded the ship in Newin Town at the same time as Ms. Shirley, heard the conversation between the two as soon as he walked out of the cabin, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Because Bishop Lee Gene of the Diocese of Naderi had a close relationship with the Nightmare Butcher, Captain Clark was dragged onto the ship of the Undead Regime reluctantly... although he himself did not show much resistance.
But now seeing these two people carelessly exposing their long-planned covetousness for Moses Port, Captain Clark still felt a toothache - how long ago did you have your eyes on Moses Port? !
Of course, the captain of the Night's Watch, who was the first to deal with the Undead regime, would not utter this complaint out loud.
No matter whether the Nightmare Butcher has always been unconventional in his actions or whether the Undead regime is too iron-fisted in its policies, Captain Clark is very clear about one thing - there is no harm in dealing with these people.
Yang never made things difficult for Bishop Lee Gene, never delayed the tithes, never interfered with the parish property, and never forgot to share any good things with the church.
The Odysseus family, which also allied itself with the undead regime, did not suffer any loss... Only a fool would not exchange a earldom for a sovereign kingdom.
Captain Clark looked at the undead teleportation array being assembled on the dock, then silently looked back at the cabin.
The only unlucky ones... are probably the nobles of Moses Port who were slow to make connections and didn't know how to live or die. After today, the only noble left in this place will probably be this one who has good eyesight and knows how to curry favor with others...
But...it's none of his business!
The diocesan bishop of Moses Port doesn't care about this matter, so why should he care about it!
Seeing that the teleportation array on the dock was about to take shape, Yang Qiu turned around and nodded slightly to Ms. Shirley and Captain Clark: "You two, get ready to go."
"Yes, Mr. Yang."
"clear."
The teleportation array was assembled, and groups of undead appeared on the dock, shouting and running towards the city in a mess.
Ms. Shirley and Captain Clark also got off the ship, the former took people to take over the city hall, and the latter went to contact the local church.
Yang Qiu had consulted with Cromwell, the diocesan bishop of Moses Port in advance. Not only did the bishop not mind the private transaction between the Odysseus family and the Nightmare Butcher, he also expressed his willingness to lend some manpower to help pacify the situation in the city and control departments such as prisons, the city police, and the National Garrison.
Of course Yang Qiu accepted this free help without hesitation, but he was also very clear that Bishop Cromwell had his own agenda. After all, this guy did have a "criminal record" - it was this guy who put the blame on Bishop Li Gene for the vampire incident.
If Yang Qiu accepted Bishop Cromwell's "goodwill", he would offend the prophet Carida of the Inquisition. Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?
The pile was already stressful enough, and he really didn't have the extra energy to get involved in the factional struggles within the Gold Coin Church.
So the cunning Yang Qiu found the truly pure and kind Bishop Lee Gene, borrowed Captain Clark, and let the captain of the Night Watch come forward. In the name of stabilizing the Moses Port Diocese, he confidently borrowed the manpower of Cromwell, the bishop of the Moses Port Diocese - perfect!
No one can find fault with it!
It would be good if Bishop Cromwell had no bad intentions. If he really has some ulterior motive, he should just find a corner and hide there and vomit blood!
It’s not so easy to earn favors from me, Yang!
When Captain Clark appeared in the inner city cathedral with two of his subordinates, and requisitioned the Night Watchmen and the Inquisition priests with a righteous look to suppress the illegal armed organizations controlled by unscrupulous nobles, Bishop Cromwell, who instantly understood Yang Qiu's intention, almost vomited blood.
Upon hearing the news of the Skeleton Fleet's arrival, Prophet Carida of the Inquisition rushed to the cathedral and looked at the Bishop of the Diocese in confusion.
Bishop Cromwell swallowed the blood that was rushing to his throat with great effort. He would never admit that he was actually planning to do a favor for the Nightmare Butcher so that he could use the undead regime to squeeze out the Inquisition and monopolize the power of the diocese. He forced a smile, ordered the night watchmen to follow Captain Clark, and told the messenger priests to go to each neighborhood to appease the believers...
The prophet Carida always felt that something was wrong with the bishop, but she had no evidence... She had other important things to do, so she didn't pay much attention to it and personally took the priests of the Inquisition to the city police station.
The Odysseus family's rule over the territory is quite meticulous, and Port Moses is not like other big cities in the Rhineland, which are full of gangs.
But this does not mean that there are no street thugs in Moses Port... No matter which dimension or civilization the people gather in, there will always be a group of decadent people who are lazy and do not work but yearn for a life of debauchery; and this group of people will definitely gather in areas with the shortest, flattest and fastest profit channels, and use exploitation, oppression, bullying and other means to seize profits and take root in groups.
This group has various forms, such as gangs, mafia, family-run black industries, and even... trade unions.
That's right, in the relatively industrially developed Odysseus territory, the largest grassroots evil force is actually the trade union.
The nobles who fled to the Rose Kingdom took away machines and core workers, but it was impossible for them to take away even the trade unions; these villains who had been sucking the blood of the lower-level workers for many years were naturally left behind.
The dozen nobles who stayed in the city were wantonly dividing up the land, houses and factories, and they also teamed up to raise prices, not stopping until they had plundered every last silver coin from the pockets of . It would not work just by relying on the private soldiers these families kept on a daily basis, and they had to recruit "talents" widely...
The huge trade union organization that has just become "unemployed" and the local nobles who are in urgent need of "talent" are like a pair of cuckold and a fiery rival, and they naturally attract each other.
But in the final analysis, these nobles who plundered extensively did not really intend to rebel. No matter how much their brains were burned to pieces by the fire of greed, they could still understand one fact: in a head-on battle, they would never be able to defeat the army of the undead.
So the large number of "talents" gathered under their command cannot be their private soldiers - let alone whether they are willing to raise so many private soldiers, what do a group of viscounts and barons want to do by raising so many private soldiers? Do they want to compete with the new lord in terms of military strength or what?
So... this group of nobles came up with a clever idea - to break up the "talents" they had gathered and stuff them into the city police, prisons, and national garrisons, so that these newly unemployed proletarian hooligans could be transformed into legal city police, prison guards, and militia...
Anyway, there is no one taking over the city hall and Moses Port doesn’t even have a governor, so they can do whatever they want.
Vio Shipping worked so hard to transport grain from Newin Town and put it on the market to stabilize prices. These proletarian hooligans could seamlessly return to their street thug identities once they took off their uniforms and buy up all the cheap grains with open arms. If they put the cheap grains on the shelves for sale somewhere else, the value of them would instantly skyrocket five, ten, or twenty times.
This kind of shameless operation... actually points out the path of precision strike: control the city police, prison, National Guard headquarters and other departments, and arrest people according to the list; the Gold Coin Church can complete the task, saving the effort of sending the Undead army to search (harass) and arrest (civilians) all over the city.
Sapir Rachel followed Operator John and sold goods in the port area for more than two hours. When they moved to the East City District, they were delighted to see groups of undead coming from the direction of Pine Avenue in the wealthy area, escorting nobles who were crying for their parents and carrying private soldiers who were tied up like dumplings.
Operator John ordered the tricycle convoy to stop on the side of the road to make way for the undead. When the team escorting the prisoners passed by, Sapir couldn't help but point at the people in the queue and shouted with a beaming face:
"Look, isn't that Viscount XX?"
Not only did they stop on the roadside to watch the excitement, but a large number of citizens living in the blocks in Dongcheng District near the Port District were not satisfied with watching from their own windows, and ran out of their homes to watch, wearing slippers, holding cups, newspapers, or even clothes they were mending or half-washed potatoes.
"Wow, it's Mrs. OO!"
"Ahaha, isn't that Master XXX? He's in there!"
"There's Baron OO, look!"
"No wonder we saw so many undead heading towards Pine Avenue just now. It turns out they were there to catch them!"
“You deserve it!”
Some citizens, whose savings were exhausted due to the fluctuation of food prices and who had just barely replenished a few supplies from the tricycle team, shouted at the top of their lungs: "Good catch! The undead are awesome!"
The team of undead escorting prisoners walked away, but the citizens gathered on the roadside were still reluctant to disperse; many of them directly surrounded the tricycle convoy , took out their remaining coins to buy some food, and enthusiastically asked for information from the uniformed Operator John and the sailors of the Transport Department.
Not long after, another group of people escorting prisoners passed by here again.
This time, the prisoners were not escorted by the undead, but by priests from the Gold Coin Church Inquisition; and they were not escorted by nobles, but by some bruised-faced people wearing the uniforms of the garrison militia.
The citizens hated the nobles who had teamed up to raise prices, and they hated the proletarian hooligans who bullied them on the streets even more. Some angry citizens took off their slippers and threw them at them...
