Ticky was stunned upon hearing this.
Don't know?
He thought it was soone arranged by Lord Demon King...
"You an... that guy is an imposter?"
"Perhaps yes, perhaps no, who knows?" Luo Yan smiled faintly, seemingly unconcerned, leaving behind a thought-provoking statent, "When necessary, the fake can beco real, and the real can beco fake. Maybe so day in the future, even if General Hamoldon discovers he's trading with demons, he'll convince himself to turn a blind eye."
Could it really be so?
That's the "Imperial Griffin," a general already legendary!
Ticky expressed doubt about this, but dared not question the respected Lord Demon King, rely nodding in agreent and praising the wisdom of the Demon King.
Perhaps General Hamoldon still has the chance to disembark, but he has been thoroughly bound to this pirate ship, sharing honor and loss with Lord Demon King.
Just like Lumier said, he was destined not to ascend to Heaven, better to seek a good position in Hell.
Perhaps Hell isn't as terrible as the Imperial propaganda portrays, just like the Empire isn't as sacred as it claims to be.
Luo Yan didn't take Ticky's complints to heart, looking at this baron speaking insincerely, he casually instructed.
"You can prepare for the next few days, I'll take you and Lumier for a trip to the Holy City."
Ticky was taken aback, instantly becoming nervous.
"I... am I going too?"
Luo Yan calmly said.
"Hasn't Lumier already told you?"
This indeed sounded tempting—
Ticky swallowed hard.
"But what about Withered Wood Port?"
Luo Yan replied casually.
"Didn't you appoint a Governor? That Captain Kedson, I've observed, is a good 'Steward.'"
"But after all, he's an outsider, I'm worried—" Ticky's voice grew smaller, too embarrassed to admit he was worried that the guy would steal his Gold Coins.
Fortunately he didn't say it, or Luo Yan would surely give him a kick.
"The first flaw you need to fix is worrying about unimportant matters, and instead focus on truly important things."
Luo Yan interrupted him, patiently continuing.
"Our layout at Withered Wood Port is complete, the consensus built with multiple endorsents isn't sothing a small governor can influence. If he's smart enough, he'll find his value and position in this already ford consensus and beco your most loyal supporter... just as you must and can only support ."
As long as the people are your own, what difference does it make who has the money?
Isn't it just a piggy bank?
Looking at the heavily breathing Ticky, Luo Yan smiled, patting his shoulder, and continued.
"Cheer up, this is a great opportunity for 'returning ho in glory.' No one will know you were once a pirate, they'll only be fascinated by a surviving baron and the wealth he's extracted from the colony... If I were you, I'd use the ti drifting at sea to write a moir, which might beco your first pot of gold once ashore."
As for the na, just call it "The Curious Adventures of Imperial Baron Ticky Cosia: Narrating How He Survived a Shipwreck, Drifted Alone to the Shores of the Gana Continent, Lived near the Beaches by the Sun Step Mountain Range for Almost Ten Years, and How He Was Eventually Rescued by the Imperial Navy. Written by Himself."
Abbreviated as "Kosia's Drifting Story."
Facing the slowly unfolding treasure map, Ticky swallowed hard, along with the rationality suppressing his madness and the fear keeping him from moving forward.
The voice echoing in his ears carried a hint of seductive lody—
That voice was like the whisper of demons.
"Every penny and every piece of land that Saint Sis's servants cheated from you, your Demon King will take back for you."
"This is what I promised you."
...
For the rest of the day, Ticky almost forgot how he spent it, with a single thought left in his mind—
Perhaps he should seriously consider picking up the Cosia family genealogy again, and carefully think about how to fill in those missing years.
Facing the fort's stone walls, sitting on the wooden stake, he suddenly blurted out.
"Perhaps I should have a loyal Lizardman servant..."
Today seems to be Saturday, let's call him Saturday.
Just as he was crafting the opening of his autobiography, urgent footsteps suddenly sounded from afar, and Captain Kedson ca rushing over.
"Baron! Sothing terrible has happened!"
Ticky didn't even lift his eyes, casually dismissed him.
"What's up, Saturday, look how anxious you are."
"Sa-Saturday?" Kedson was stunned for a long ti, then continued half laughing, half crying, "Sir, with all that's happening, you're still in the mood to joke?"
Ticky chuckled without speaking.
If it's you, brat, it ans the matter surely isn't urgent.
Perhaps he'd pay more attention if General Hamoldon or an Imperial ssenger ca running.
At this mont, he finally understood why Lumier was always so calm.
This is called looking at issues from the height of the Demon King.
"Oh well, go ahead, what is it."
Facing Ticky's blatant disregard, Kedson didn't bother expressing dissatisfaction, spoke hurriedly.
"It's those idle sailors and captains at Withered Wood Port! And the rchants stranded at the inns! They've heard the rumors of Prince Colin's secret pact with General Hamoldon and are in an uproar, protesting why the grain is sold cheaply to the Empire, yet they have to endure flour costing six silver coins a bag!"
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