"Kronin said that I can't be a king yet, and this incident has proven his theory. This is good. I can just tear away these false hopes. I'm not some master's disciple, I don't want to be some bullsh*t king, I'm just a general!"

Lei Luo clenched his right fist slightly.

"Ever since I came out of the mountains, I've actually always felt like being at a loss. The empire is so big that I don't even know where to start or where to go. Now, everything is no longer a problem. I've already thought it through. I want to be a general. Kronin said that I'm just a second-rate general. Very well, then I want to become a first-rate general. I want to be a general that everyone fears! A general that can make the enemy tremble in fear just by hearing my name! What will a general be when everyone is afraid? A general will be the king!"

After Lei Luo finished expressing his inner monologue, he raised his head and looked at Morton. He saw that Morton just kept nodding his head without showing any strange expression.

He couldn't help but ask, "Morton, I've changed so much. Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Afraid? Why should I be afraid?" Morton asked. "No matter how ruthless you are, you're still biting the enemy. You won't bite me, right?"

Hearing Morton's words, Lei Luo nodded in relief. "With your words, I'm relieved..."

Morton clicked his tongue and looked at Lei Luo disapprovingly before asking, "Sigh, don't let your imagination run wild. If I had suspected you, would I have followed you to this day?"

"Tell me first, what should we do next?"

"First of all, no matter what, our established strategy cannot be changed. We still have to take down the Cape of Good Hope," Lei Luo said firmly. He was not a person who would express his determination based on his will alone.

As long as he expressed his opinion firmly, it meant that he must have a thorough consideration of this point, and he was quite confident.

Morton knew this better than anyone else, so he did not question whether Lei Luo could do it. Instead, he asked, "How many fleets did Katz bring?"

"Before he came, Katz had already reorganized his pirate crew. The old, weak, and crippled soldiers were all eliminated, and the weaker ships were also eliminated. This time, he brought along all the heavy patrol and battleships. There are 300 heavy patrol ships, 200 battleships, and 120,000 empire soldiers. "

"300 heavy cruisers, 200 battleships, and only 120,000 empire soldiers? This should be the lowest formation, right? Why are there so few people? Could it be that there are no pirates in the Free Sea?" Morton asked curiously.

Lei Luo explained, "No, I told him to do so. After all, this fleet will be stationed in the third province for a long period of time.

"As time passes, these pirates will definitely miss home. In the end, we will have to slowly repatriate most of these pirates. Therefore, the fewer the number, the better. The pressure to repatriate them in batches will be very low. If there are too many of them, there might be a mutiny."

"That's true."

Morton nodded. After hesitating for a while, he asked, "However, with this strength, even if we have internal support, isn't it a little difficult for us to attack the Great Wall of Iron Blood directly? Moreover, even if we succeed, our losses are so great. Will we not be able to control the situation?"

Lei Luo glanced at Morton and shook his head.

"The situation has already changed. If we follow the same old routine, we can only use an egg to strike a stone."

Hearing Lei Luo's words, Morton was a little confused.

"If we don't attack the Great Wall of Iron Blood, how will we get the Cape of Good Hope? Don't tell me we can directly attack the Cape of Good Hope?"

Lei Luo replied affirmatively, "That's right. We can directly attack the Cape of Good Hope, but not now."

Ten days later, the fleets of the original East God that had verbally surrendered to the lords had already arrived at the Holy City of Beauty.

After all these fleets had arrived, Karman immediately began to completely reorganize them. At the same time, he asked for a large number of manpower from Strachey.

This was because when these lords sent these fleets over, they had already planned for these fleets to be reorganized. Hence, the quality of the commanders and soldiers they sent over was terrible to look at.

Karman calculated that it would take at least two months to completely reorganize these fleets into three lord-tier fleets.

Fortunately, Karman now had enough time. Because of the expulsion of Lei Luo and Morton, the anger of the citizens of the Holy City of Beauty had subsided, and the uprising had basically subsided.

Apart from frenzied preparations, the city was back to normal.

However, not everyone had as much time as Karman.

For example, King Beichen did not have even a second left. Coincidentally, when the fleet of the eastern gods arrived at theHoly City of Beauty, King Beichen died.

King Beichen died on the bed of one of his beloved concubines. The coroner determined that he died of a heart attack because he was too excited during sex.

The deputy coroner agreed with this statement. However, in an inconspicuous corner in the middle of the autopsy book, he wrote:

"King Beichen had died of a heart problem because he had taken an aphrodisiac that had an obvious effect on his heart before he had sex."

According to common sense, such an aphrodisiac with an obviously excessive amount of ingredients should not have reached King Beichen's side.

Perhaps it was because the explanation in just a few dozen words was too inconspicuous in the twenty-plus pages of the autopsy book.

As a result, no one noticed its existence for a long time.

Meanwhile, Ulysses sat on a chair in the study. His chair had always been placed beside the desk, which made it easier for him to read while searching for the information he needed.

However, today, Ulysses moved his chair to a position near the window.

His left leg was crossed and pressed against his right leg. He held a paper book in his hand. Four fingers on his left hand supported the bottom of the book. His thumb gently pressed against the raised page while his right hand was placed on the edge of the book.

He had already read through the first five pages. The angle of the white pages just happened to reflect the light from the window. The pages reflected dazzling light.

However, this would not affect Ulysses' vision, because he was not reading at this time. Instead, he was looking at Strachey, who was more than three meters away.

Strachey did not sit like Ulysses. Instead, he stood respectfully with his back slightly bent.

Now, the master and disciple looked at each other silently. Before this, Strachey had already conveyed the news of Ulysses' father's death to him.