"Mr. Mordent, I not only guarantee your personal safety but can also offer you the position of Dean of the Royal Engineering Academy and satisfy your need for a series of rare Extraordinary Materials for the ship transformation ceremony.
The price is the sovereignty of Island No. 3 in your hands, as well as the complete version of the Theseus Ship Spirit Ritual that can create a Legendary Ship Spirit.
Once the deal is struck, even if you killed the Cardinal Archbishop of the Church, I could keep you safe and sound!"
The tone was arrogant, full of overwhelming authority.
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness."
Yet Mordent Gray knew well that the other party did indeed possess the capital to be so arrogant. At this mont, he felt a sudden sense of certainty upon hearing the personal assurance from the Puppet King.
Because tonight, the person he was going to kill was not the Cardinal Archbishop, but given the prestige derived from the other party’s ’miracles,’ his influence was likely to soon surpass that of a regular Archbishop.
Once the news spread, the trouble it would cause would certainly be no less significant than the assassination of such a high-ranking figure.
The communication was then cut off from the other side.
My purpose isn’t to kill anyone. I just want to stay with my beloved beauties forever. Now that I’ve prepared my way out in advance, I hope you beauties’ ’ex-husbands’ won’t obstruct , or else I’ll have no choice but to deal with you ruthlessly and then hide back in the Kingdom itself. Tomorrow is the final window of opportunity. Once Barbarossa and the others notice sothing’s amiss, it will be too late to chase after .
To this Sailboat Fanatic, the indispensable [Lantern Carriers] of these waters and the vast profits brought by the whale oil industry were less valuable than a single plank of a Legendary Warship.
He exchanged these interests with his forr employer without hesitation.
Until reaching the Fifth Order, he had always been one of the most wanted criminals on the wanted list. But after reaching the Fifth Order, as long as he was willing to join a Kingdom’s faction, he would imdiately beco an honored guest of the Royal Family.
In the international system, if one is not at the dinner table, they are likely to be on the nu.
Ascending to a Fifth-order Legend is tantamount to making a spectacular transformation from being on the nu to sitting at the dining table.
"It’s ti to make a move."
SWISH!
After grasping the bronze rudder-wheel-shaped Miracle inheritance item on his chest, he spun his body and instantly shrank a hundredfold, disappearing from the captain’s quarters.
***
Under the cover of night, Whale Song Town, built on Island No. 1 by the Rift Monastery, was not much different from Island No. 3.
Aside from the living people on The Golden Deer, most of the Ghost Battleships that had co out with the Blue Dragon King lacked Middle Sequence Captains and had not regained consciousness.
Having escaped the old gods’ stomachs where they were forced to cannibalize each other, most were subdued and brought under control by Prince Sorrenberg using his Rank.
He then dispatched his own Guardsn officers or other Lancasters as Captains, quickly integrating them into a mighty Phantom Fleet of 63 ships that truly belonged to him.
However, there wasn’t a single living person in this fleet. Having been cursed by a Fifth Order [False God], they could only co ashore once a year and would not waste the opportunity in such a place.
In the end, only the 140-plus crew mbers and officers of The Golden Deer went ashore to take up residence in the town.
Byron, clad in his nightrobe, stood before the tall French windows of his temporary dwelling. He looked out at the Phantom Fleet, which continually emitted green flas on the sea, as if he could already see the vast territory his father had conquered for him.
Even without considering the undead attribute of the Ghost Ships, simply based on the weight of fire from a full fleet volley, they were already in no way inferior to the Direct Lineage Pirate Fleet of the Ocean Throne.
Gazing beyond the Phantom Fleet toward the scattered lights of the other islands, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of emotion:
True freedom is not doing whatever you want, but not having to do what you don’t want. The gun in your hand is what gives you the confidence to speak loudly to anyone. If it weren’t for the backing of the Blue Dragon King and the Phantom Fleet yesterday, it probably wouldn’t have been monopolizing Island No. 1, with the others eagerly making concessions to appease , and all of them sincerely thanking .
Byron well knew that on these seas, there are only two kinds of people: pirates and potential pirates. Where could one find so many ’normal people’ who were grateful and reciprocated kindness?In front of a pack of hungry wolves, a weak person offering benefits doesn’t earn gratitude. Instead, the wolves feel they’ve been given too little and want to snatch away all that remains. To be weak and kind is a sin! Thankfully, the War King, who could teach the Deep Sea Clan to be skilled in singing and dancing, could surely teach pirates and adventurers to be loving and humble. The sacrifices of those in lower positions are taken for granted, while the sacrifices of those in higher positions are hailed as the radiance of human nature. If he only possessed ’kindness,’ he would likely be devoured alive by the pack of wolves. But by holding the Halo of the Great Benefactor in one hand and the Phantom Fleet in the other, he was able to gain abundant benefits and an extraordinary reputation from a single performance. Everyone gave him a thumbs-up. Moreover, that performance made the Ocean Throne completely lower its guard against him—a ’dying man’ who, at most, could live only a few more years. It was truly killing several birds with one stone. After all, in this world’s power system, reputation and degree of legend are inherently part of one’s strength, and a very significant part at that. Who wouldn’t love such a wonderful thing as gaining both substantial benefits and a fine reputation? And the benefits he gained from that performance were imdiate.
Byron quietly watched his degree of legend rise bit by bit toward the critical point, a faint smile suddenly appearing on his face. He glanced at the description in the [Nautical Logbook] and softly called out:
"Hugin! Munin!"
Two large Ravens, black as ink yet with golden eyes, flew out from his shadow, landing on his shoulders like fierce Falcons.
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