But he was in an exceptionally good mood today. Considering his current status as a shareholder of various nations, killing directly was indeed too crude.
So, he raised a finger to his lips.
"Shh, listen!"
Louis XI didn't know what he was up to, instinctively shut his mouth, and listened intently.
He heard a howling wind coming from the depths of the North Sea.
Woooo...
It grew faster, louder.
Simultaneously, the operatives from various countries preparing to rob the Impoverished Knights Order also looked up at the sky in horror.
"Look at the sky."
The clouds gathered, pitch-black. In an instant, a storm descended upon the North Sea.
A giant face, identical to Byron's, opened its eyes from the bottom of the clouds, gazing coldly at the terribly small warships of various nations on the sea, its voice like thunder:
"Tell your kings, I will protect the Impoverished Knights Order.
If you have the courage, come find me in the North Sea Empire. Now, go back!"
