Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 112: Secret: The Mystery of the Richness of Taiman Brak Island
"Captain, look, the lighthouse on Taiman Brak Island has appeared.

According to the coordinates on the nautical chart, there is only this one island nearby, there is no mistake."

As the fastest three-masted ship in the world, the Golden Hind took only about two days to complete a journey that would take other merchant ships at least five days.

Under the cover of the dim night, we arrived at our destination at the east-west junction of the Bantaan Islands.

Of course, Byron's knowledge of navigation, which was ten years ahead of most ordinary adventurers, was indispensable.

He remembered many secret supply points, safe ocean routes, private ports, and those deadly restricted areas that must never be approached.

At least if the luck is not too bad, it should not be a problem to reach the colony of Hattings safely.

Byron handed the steering wheel to the guardian knight Bruch, turned on his [Spiritual Vision], raised the brass telescope and looked at the small island in the night.

Lighthouses in the colonies were commonly lit by whale oil.

Fill a brazier with whale oil, add a small amount of spices, light it, and then use a huge mirror to reflect it.

The light projected by the small, lowest-level lighthouse on the edge of Taiman Brak Island was not very bright in the material world, and it was a little blurry just a few nautical miles away.

But in the spiritual vision, there was a brilliant beam of light shooting straight into the sky, sinking into the void, pulling a huge silver-white net that covered the entire island.

Keep out many inexplicable and strange things.

It was the [Silver Law] that used the lighthouse as an anchor and a network to expand from the Old World to this bloody and chaotic overseas land.

This is why no matter how small an overseas colony is, a lighthouse must be built as soon as possible.

From afar, in other directions of the sea that are invisible to the naked eye, beams of light pierce the darkness, and each beam of light represents a lighthouse.

A human settlement may not have a church, but it will definitely have a lighthouse and a tavern.

It is particularly worth mentioning that the "Lighthouse Federation" formed by many Lighthouse Sequence Extraordinary People is an international organization that does not favor any party.

No matter which force applies, as long as the owner of the land pays the fee, they will build three levels of lighthouses from low to high in every place reached by humans.

The Lighthouse Federation has made great contributions to mankind's overseas exploration.

Byron turned off his spiritual vision and did not notice anything unusual about the island.

Instead, he gave the pirate officers around him a thorough introduction to this organization:
“Ordinary people only pay attention to the maritime powers that own vast colonies, and the pirates and pirate warlords who rule the mountains.

I don't know.

The Lighthouse Federation, which seems to be aloof from the world, is the one with the greatest potential energy among many forces and groups!
Their influence is spread across every inhabited corner overseas, and even the church has to be polite to this force.

Since we are preparing to operate our own territory, we will have to deal with them sooner or later, and it is not certain that we will even reach in-depth cooperation.

Let’s get started today.”

At this time, the boatswain [honest man] Eight Fingers seemed to have been holding back for a long time and couldn't help but suggest:

“Captain, those powerful people will bully honest people like us. Since you have obtained the authorization from the count, this island is your land.

Besides, this is just a small private autonomous colony. Apart from paying taxes, it has little to do with the official Kingdom of Castile.

Why don't we just go all out and chop them up directly!"

He turned the battle axe in his hand, and the sharp blade and his teeth reflected a cold light.

As Byron's number one lackey, Eight Fingers has followed him for such a long time that he is no longer the little pirate who dared not say a word even when two fingers were bitten off by the Gourmet.

Not only is he only one step away from being promoted to [Bay Citizen Berserker] after completing the final ritual, his knowledge accumulation in all aspects has also advanced by leaps and bounds.

We are no longer completely in the dark about the situation in our overseas colonies.

The colonization craze in the Bantaan Islands has only been going on for a few decades.

In fact, at the beginning, most officials and royal families of colonial countries had no money, no people, and insufficient military strength.

But no one wants to sit back and watch that vast, fertile land full of opportunities slip away from their hands.

So the monarchs of various countries, including the Lancaster royal family which was still in power at the time, jointly adopted a brilliant idea.

They supported private colonial companies in their development, and at the same time issued appeals to domestic civilians, merchants, adventurers and nobles of all levels in the form of charters.

They were given the right to develop land, forests, and minerals within their territories, the right to build churches and recommend clergy.

There are also jurisdiction, royalties, immunities, royal rights and tax exemptions for a certain number of years.

In addition, the most crucial one: the power to freely define, formulate and enact laws!
The premise is that it does not violate the King's [Iron Law of Royal Authority].

Simply put, the kingdom grants pioneers all independent economic rights and political privileges, which are much freer than the traditional nobles in the Old World.

As long as they do not openly rebel and stop paying taxes, they are local tyrants in their own territories and can do whatever they want.

If you have the relevant knowledge, it is completely legal to train your own [Lawyer].

Therefore, so far, apart from the official and royal colonial forces of various countries.

There are also a large number of "company colonies" established by pioneering companies and ocean trading companies on this sea;
"Owner colonies" established by nobles from all over the world; and "autonomous colonies" established by adventurers, big businessmen, and even civilian extraordinary people.

In a word, as long as you have the pioneering order, you can build a lighthouse and gain a firm foothold.

And by submitting the lord's decree or the general convention of the territory to the colonial governor's office and the maritime court of the country, it can be officially recognized.

"Captain, the Tyman Islands, which now belong to your Earldom of Grenville, are one of the 'owner colonies' within it.

The island of Taiman Brac, occupied by a group of Castilians, is just an "autonomous colony" composed of private pioneers. To a certain extent, you are the legal "lord" here.

They are not comparable to the Newman family, who are concerned about both domestic affairs and the reaction of the Kingdom of Castile, and are tied up and can only do things secretly.

Even if the land is forcibly taken back by force, it is completely in line with domestic law.”

"Now that you mention it, it is true."

Byron touched his chin and had to admit that what Eight Fingers said made some sense.

As long as we can withstand the possible military intervention of the Kingdom of Castile in the later period, we can indeed be simple and rough.

Of course, it is also possible that the other party simply cannot take care of such a small matter, which would be the best.

The risks are still controllable.

"There are indeed two kinds of perfect infiltration in this world. One is that no one finds out, and the other is that 'no one' finds out."

But after thinking about it, I temporarily rejected this suggestion.

Major General Newman wanted a method to "artificially produce high-quality spices on a large scale", so who wouldn't want it?

He wanted to plunder, not destroy.

Even if you have to use radical measures as a last resort, you must understand the situation on the island in advance so that you can act effectively.

If you accidentally destroy the treasure, there will be no regrets.

Besides, Byron has a secret weapon to penetrate deep into the enemy camp.

An excellent assassin with zero presence!

"Gus, let's go."

The ship's second mate, Guts, jumped down from the mast like a monkey, pulling the rope.

It can be seen that he is now deliberately imitating an eagle and preparing for the "Eagle Leap" that will allow him to survive no matter how high he jumps from in the future.

"Haha, Captain, I have been waiting for you to say this. I have been idle for so long that my bones are almost rusty.

The Lonely Island Illusion Murder Case, the name sounds very exciting. "

Byron arranged for Bruch and his men to be ready to implement the second plan and launch support at any time.

Then he and Gus, who had been eager to try, jumped out of the boat, were caught by two sharks, and slipped onto the island without anyone noticing.

The first moment they set foot on the island and smelled the distinctive scent of spices.

Byron's logbook is smudged with dark blue ink:
[The mystery of the abundance of Taiman Brak Island, historical influence 15, deciphering density 5%]

At the same time, inside the chapel, there was still a slight smell of blood and brain juice in the secret room.

The last second-level extraordinary person besides the old priest and the young dancer is on duty here.

He had an untidy beard and an unattractive appearance, and his dirty clothes carried a lingering smell of dirt.

This is a [Famine Hunter] who is not very common overseas.

Coming from the fortress sequence, it has its own professional motto, which is simple and unpretentious, yet of great significance: "Eat well! Dress warmly!"

That’s right, this profession is often called by another name in the Old World: farmer.

Although when they introduced themselves, they always insisted that they were the [Hunger Hunters], which sounded very impressive.

At this moment, the unkempt Mr. [Famine Hunter] was staring at the eye sockets of the crystal skull in fascination.

Many words and symbols flowed between the two pairs of eyes.

After a long time, he blinked his dry eyes and sighed deeply:

“Alas, the six people it just fed two days ago are almost completely digested, and the knowledge it spits out is getting less and less.

I am almost there and will be able to read some additional agricultural technology about using fungi to infect wood and obtain high-quality spices.

This technology does not require drilling holes in the tree, and there is no visible abnormality from the outside, so the degree of stealth is greatly enhanced.

But this [Holy Relic] of the Taya Empire doesn't eat the natives nearby, otherwise we wouldn't have to take the risk of constantly feeding it with people from the Old World."

He held a long-handled sickle and looked around the crystal skull, unable to hide his regret:
“It’s such a pity that this treasure from an alien civilization has a deep gap with the collective subconscious of our old continent.

Even if we find a few first-level historians and naturalists, we still cannot interpret the corresponding information from it.

In order to keep this secret, they had to kill all the people who came.

Now we cannot chant the deeds of the [Relic], activate its true ability, and use its full power.

Only through the most primitive blood sacrifice learned from the indigenous people can a little bit of its vitality and "fertility" power be brought out through ritual witchcraft.

What's the difference between this and a beggar who starves to death despite having a golden bowl? What a pity! "

This experience of returning empty-handed after discovering a mountain of treasure is truly maddening, and this kind of sigh has become a daily routine for almost all local pioneers.

As I was sighing, I suddenly heard the crystal skull's jaw open and close, and uttered a sentence:
"In the southwest corner of the island, outsiders have invaded the Land of Plenty."

The first reaction of [Famine Hunter] was not to issue a warning immediately, but to be stunned:
"How is that possible? Why didn't the lighthouse call the police?!"

(End of this chapter)