Ultimately, it would be the collective strength of humanity that suffered a loss.
He thus ordered Delia, "Send a warning signal to the [Navigators] on the opposing ships. In my na, do your best to persuade them."
[Navigators] are roughly equivalent to a ship's navigation and communication system, a standard feature on adventurer ships, which naturally include public communication channels.
However, after Delia sent out her signal, every adventurer ship replied very politely to the renowned [Sea Hunter] 'Saint Byron'.
But instead of stopping, they each activated their transcendent abilities to flee even faster.
Clearly, even though they had witnessed that dreamlike scene of "fishing for an Old God," most of them, while perhaps believing Byron to be the reincarnation of a "Holy Spirit," were equally adept in the essence of Schrödinger-style faith.
In tis of trouble, each individual was a devout believer: "God save , I'm willing to give everything!"
But when advantages arose, it beca: "The Holy Spirit? How many divisions does he command?"
For pragmatists, the quantity and frequency of handouts from the Church determined the extent of their faith.
Upon seeing their ungrateful response, Delia bristled with anger, her eyebrows shooting up, and she was about to say more, but Byron raised his hand to stop her.
"Forget it. It looks like they can't be persuaded to turn back. These adventurer parties are probably not the first to set out. They're all hot-headed, fearless ignoramuses, likely thinking we're trying to snatch their credit and rewards. Moreover, we don't have any irrefutable key evidence. Let's just focus on ourselves for now."
At this mont, Sarant Tudor suddenly interjected, "Captain, where are you heading next? Would it be convenient to take with you?"
Byron was taken aback.
Eh, so proactive?
He had already intended to bring this cousin along, but he hadn't expected Sarant, a bishop of the [Whale Hunters] Church, to volunteer to leave with him.
Sarant, perceiving his bewildernt, gave a wry and helpless smile, "You've seen my situation. If I continue to stay in a place with such low-lying terrain, I might not be so fortunate as to be rescued by you next ti. Escaping from my holand to here with the help of the [Whale Hunters] was clearly not enough. Only by hiding in an area where the Source Tides are more stable might I possibly avoid further complications from the trouble I carry. My departure from my followers here might not necessarily be a bad thing for them. Wherever your destination may be, I can go. I might not have much savings, but my Third Order strength should be enough to offer so assistance."
Byron, naturally, wouldn't refuse and nodded to him with a smile, "Then co with to the Bantaan Archipelago first. If that's not enough, we'll head to the Old Continent. Co, sign your na here. Stick with , and your future will definitely be bright."
Byron casually took out his thick volu of the "Pirate's Ten Commandnts" and had Sarant sign his na, officially joining the Pioneer Guiding Colonial Trading Company.
And so he beca a proud... Pirate!
Who knew what the elders of the Tudor Family would think if their spirits were observing this scene from the heavens. With such a considerate cousin as Byron, his younger siblings were truly fortunate.
Of course, Sarant, now protected by the increasingly strong Law Network of the "Pirate's Ten Commandnts," wouldn't mutate and lose control as easily as before.
Afterward, The Golden Deer, following Sarant's guidance, returned the awakened faithful and Priests to the tribe's sanctuary. Violet also left them all her firearms and ammunition, keeping only what was essential for combat. As an anchor for their god, the more the tribe prospered and grew, the safer the [Whale Hunters] would be. This was also one of the few things they could do for Jack Harold.
After wrapping up the final tasks, Byron imdiately ordered the return voyage.
"Miss Delia, since we've lost the chance to na the Harold Strait, let's circumnavigate the entire Hundred Beasts Paradise along the East Coast. This achievent should be enough for you, a Second Order [Navigator], to advance to Third Order. Retracting a fist is for a better strike next ti. Take this ti to grow; one day, we will inevitably conquer the Eastern Continent."
Delia's eyes lit up. "Thank you, Captain!"
Having unlocked the National Border Lock of the [Overseas Pioneering Mandate] and with the "Universal Travelogue" capable of forging paths through mountains and building bridges over waters, they smoothly passed through the territory of the Kin. After spending three days drafting the Nautical Charts, they did not return to the Chasm Trench at the Centaur Archipelago. Instead, they went straight through the Fortress Bridgehead 'Living Hatch' and into the Doldrums and the Shattered Isles.
Byron commanded, "Full speed, return!"
Ever since a certain soone had abandoned his little sche of "One King Two Queens" and laid his cards on the table, there had been no opportunity to go back and pacify Queen Catherine. The online platform and head maid Sherry might help them achieve so form of remote connection, but not everything could be managed from afar.
At this ti, in the dungeon of Island One, Redbeard Edward was still enjoying The Skinners' Church's "Mr. Monday-Wednesday-Friday, Ms. Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday, and a half-man-half-woman on Sunday" dissection package.
Byron also had a "Witch on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; Sister on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays; and both together on Sundays" duty roster waiting for him.
Byron was already chomping at the bit.
Even the new King of the Sun Empire, his good brother Atahualpa, had urged him several tis to hurry and choose his treasures. But he and Violet had each picked only one item, intending to leave the remaining four opportunities for Catherine, as compensation for her hard work managing things at ho.
Violet chose a Miracle, the [Sun Amulet], which was constantly blessed by [Sun God] Inti, the ruler of the celestial bodies. Similar to Atahualpa's fortune, it affected a person's fate, only this was a talisman of safety. It could significantly enhance the "survival" probability of the [Death Roulette Bet], allowing this powerful transcendent ability, used only once before, to be truly deployed on the battlefield.
Byron chose a Second-Class Relic, the [Furnace Hamr]. Its effect was a collective enhancent, doubling the work efficiency of all craftsn within a one-kiloter range. The only side effect was that the user would feel uncomfortable if they weren't working. As ti passed, this discomfort would intensify; three days without work would lead to an unbearable itch in the hands, and seven days without work would be agony.
As for who specifically would use it?
Little Hans, it's you!
Eventually, he would pair up with his cousin Edward, who didn't need sleep, forming a perfect workhorse duo.
Originally, the first invincible Heavy Cruiser was expected to launch by the end of this year. Now, with Violet promoted to Fourth Order [Artisan] and the help of the [Furnace Hamr], Byron believed the eagerly awaited Warship could launch within the next three months at the latest. By next year, they could be mass-producing new ships at an astonishing rate.
Moreover, apart from allowing a person to beco a Ship Spirit, the [Theseus Ship Spirit Ritual] also possessed a forbidden ritual capable of awakening the latent potential of Wonder Battleships, giving birth to natural Ship Spirits!
With the launch of the first epoch-making Heavy Cruiser, perhaps a [Legendary Warship] capable of rivaling a Fifth-order Legend could erge from Byron's hands in the not-too-distant future.
Byron caressed the hamr in his hand, the corners of his mouth involuntarily rising.
"Around the sa ti as the Warship's launch, before the end of the November rainy season this year, the Kingdom of Castile's Treasure Fleet will definitely return to the holand from the Bantaan Archipelago. By then, my Promotion Ceremony to Fourth-order [Storm Lord] will have a fitting occasion."
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