As Wynheim would take some time to return, I cast a spell to control the schools of fish. Under the spell's command, the fish would not disperse for a while.
After taking care of miscellaneous affairs, I began my journey towards the Mediterranean Sea. To get from the North Sea to the Mediterranean Sea, one had to first cross the Atlantic Ocean, and then pass through the English Channel. Although it was a busy channel, with hundreds of human vessels passing through every day, it was still more time-efficient to enter the Atlantic from the English Channel than circling around Scotland and entering from the northern tip of the British Isles. So I chose to enter the Atlantic from the English Channel.
However, the situation here seemed worse than I thought.
Why are there so many ships?
It was too crowded, and I dared not expose my head above the surface of the sea! Damn it, it had only been a few hundred years, yet human shipbuilding technology had made such great progress! In terms of ship design and speed, they had progressed too much compared to before.
Why do humans have such terrifying creativity?
This is not science!
Moreover, isn't England at war with France? Why is this channel still so busy? You merchants who only care about profits, do not consider your own country at all.
I say, if all French merchants stop doing business with England, and all French people stop buying British goods, England's economy would collapse within a year, and France could defeat the British and regain Canada.
This is such a simple truth. Where is the intelligence of the humans when they build warships?
To put it rudely, this is even dumber than that comedian, Leviathan.
Oh, really.
I sighed in my heart and carefully avoided the ships above the sea surface.
Uh... I can't take it anymore! I can't manage so much, I just want to float to the surface! Whether they can see me or not.
I saw them and just wanted to show off my majestic posture to those stupid humans. Let them appreciate the power of the King of the North Sea.
With such thoughts, I leaped out of the sea like a lunatic and frolicked joyfully on the sea surface for a while.
After jumping for a while, I suddenly realized that this behavior was extremely stupid. Thinking of Leviathan, who acted similarly, I immediately stopped this foolish act.
Really, it seemed like fools were something contagious! Keeping a distance from him, that mentally challenged creature Leviathan, was the wise choice.
I wondered if my schools of fish were also infected by Leviathan's idiocy. This was a big problem. It seemed like I needed Wynheim to wash their brains properly later. However, the more foolish my subjects were, the more advantageous it was for me, the monarch. When I was in Hell, that human philosopher often said that the ruling technique of an autocratic monarch was to let the people hold ignorance, rather than letting them think. Therefore, ruling a group of foolish fish was greatly advantageous to me.
So, was this a blessing in disguise? It seemed like fools had their uses too.
Thinking of this, I became excited.
Hmm, I suddenly want to show off.
Come on, let some human merchant ships appear, I want to see their scared faces.
With such thoughts, I opened my eyes as wide as possible, intentionally emitting golden light in all directions. I even raised a few tentacles out of the sea surface, flapping them hard.
After a few minutes, I stopped my foolish behavior again.
Why... aren't there any ships at all?
This is not science; there were so many merchant ships just now.
Not even an audience. This is really awkward.
It seemed like fools were a malignant disease that could be transmitted. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to let Wynheim exorcize me with some Bible verses.
Since there were no ships on the sea surface, I decided to just keep my head above the water as I continued my journey. After traveling for dozens of kilometers, I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a lot of people gathered on the English side of the coastline.
What were they doing?
My curiosity was piqued, so I changed my direction and swam towards the beach.
...
On the other side.
In the port of Plymouth, England, a ceremony was being held to celebrate the five-hundredth anniversary of the coronation of King Alfred.The viewing platform in front of the port faces the sea, and it is filled with local dignitaries and aristocrats. Thousands of citizens surround the entire platform. The guards, dressed in bright uniforms, blow their military trumpets. The cheers and laughter of the people are constantly heard. At this moment, the Archbishop of Plymouth is giving a speech in commemoration of King Alfred, facing away from the ocean. "......In the unfathomable depths of the sea, a giant sea monster is sleeping. It has been sleeping for centuries and will continue to lie on the huge sea worms until one day when the flames of the sea worms warm the sea floor, and both humans and angels will witness it emerge from the sea with a roar. Everything on the sea will be destroyed at once......" The Archbishop, who is over fifty years old, continues his long-winded speech, completely ignoring the playful crowd. He is quoting Emperor Alfred's sayings without any sign of stopping.
Suddenly, the noisy crowd quiets down. "Thank the Virgin Mary; these lost sheep have finally quieted down to listen to the Lord's teachings." The noise from the audience has already made the Archbishop somewhat annoyed. This sudden calmness makes him a little happy. "Your Excellency, Your Excellency......" A young monk beside him pulls the Archbishop's clothes, his face full of fear. "My child, what has made you so frightened?" The sudden interruption of the speech naturally makes the Archbishop a little unhappy, but he still takes his eyes off the manuscript and looks around. "What's wrong with them?" The Archbishop is puzzled because everyone on and around the viewing platform is looking behind him in shock. Suddenly, the Archbishop feels that the sunlight above his head has become much dimmer. He turns his head hesitantly. "Oh my God!" The Archbishop screams, trembling and falling to the ground. There is a giant creature, several thousand feet long, slowly approaching the port on the sea in front of him! The monster has a huge single eye, and the golden pupils emit dazzling light, almost like a sun hanging on the horizon! The sea monster waves its thick tentacles, each of which is several hundred feet long. The terrifying arms are covered with suction cups the size of wheels! The sea monster beats its tentacles on the surface of the water continuously, each wave causing waves more than ten meters high. The wave surges wet the beach and soak the Archbishop's clothes.
At this moment, the Archbishop, who is sitting hunched over on the ground, is trembling all over, staring with his eyes bulging, unable to say a word. He can only tremble his mouth. "The Knights of the Apocalypse! It's the Knights of the Apocalypse! God sent the Knights of the Apocalypse to destroy the world!" Not only did someone say these words, it also triggered a riot. People screamed and scattered. There were cries and shouts everywhere, and people were constantly being knocked over and trampled by the panicked crowd. "God will destroy Plymouth like he did Sodom!" "Oh my God! Has Plymouth also committed sins that you cannot forgive?" Seeing this situation, many people fell to the ground in pain, praying for the forgiveness of the gods.
Just as chaos and fear were spreading, the monster standing in front of the harbor spoke. "It seems that little Alfred was a good person!" A deep and gentle voice appeared in the ears of the citizens of Plymouth. For some reason, after hearing this voice, the people who were scared just a moment ago suddenly calmed down. They stopped their footsteps and looked around, searching for the source of the voice. "There are still people who remember him after hundreds of years. It seems that little Alfred has become an excellent king." The sea monster spoke again, and this time, all the citizens were sure that the voice came from within the monster's body. But they still couldn't believe their ears. "This voice sounds like that of a kind old man." Despite their doubts, the sea monster continued to speak. "It has only been a few hundred years, and human life is fleeting and fragile." There seems to be some regret in the voice of the sea monster. "Well, it's time for me to leave." After speaking, the sea monster dived into the sea, leaving Plymouth Harbor without ever looking back. "Farewell, Little Alfred."The voice of the sea monster resounded once again from the depths of the ocean. The sound was incredibly warm and powerful. The citizens of Plymouth were amazed when they heard these words. All the people who had been injured in the previous commotion had now regained their health, and all their wounds had automatically healed!
"This is truly an incredible miracle!" exclaimed the people.
On the other side, the Archbishop, who was closest to the shore, had just recovered from his previous shock.
"What on earth...," whispered the Archbishop, his heart filled with doubt. The events that had just taken place were so unbelievably extraordinary that they had caused a slight crack in the Archbishop's devout faith.
"Can what just happened really be explained through theology?" the Archbishop pondered deeply. Suddenly, a flash of insight crossed his eyes as he caught sight of the speech manuscript that had fallen to the ground moments ago.
On it was a quote from King Alfred, which read, "At the unfathomable depths of the sea, the North Sea monster slumbers. It has been sleeping for centuries, resting its head upon a massive sea worm. But one day, the flame of the sea worm will warm the depths, and both humans and angels shall witness the creature rise from the sea with a thunderous roar, causing the destruction of everything on the surface."
Eventually, the Archbishop of Plymouth became the bestselling author of "The Alfred Code". In his book, the Archbishop claimed that Jesus, after his resurrection, traveled to England on a giant sea worm and became the ancestor of the English royal family. King Alfred, who received the blessing of the sea worm, then defeated the Vikings and unified the kingdom of England. This secret about the descendants of Jesus had long been held by the guardians of the Holy Land, the Knights Templar. The evil French king destroyed the Knights Templar in an attempt to acquire this secret...
This novel was banned in France and Rome and the Archbishop was excommunicated by the Vatican. The angry Archbishop then sparked a religious reform in England... but that is another story.
