Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 129: Holy Relic Golden Toilet

The young man was none other than the gunnery chief Wyandot of the Golden Hind.

There were not many high-level people in the city-state. When he was captured by the colonial slave-hunting team, it caused quite a stir among the upper echelons of the city-state.

It’s a pity that the city-state of Chichen Itza did not have enough power to go out of the island to search and rescue.

As a result, he was transported all the way from the Bantaan Islands to Iron Anchor Bay under the guidance of slave traders' idea of ​​selling slaves in other places.

If it weren't for my good luck, I wouldn't have met Byron who had the [Ship's Log].

He saw that this indigenous youth and several of his followers had an unusual past, so he thought they were a rare treasure and invested in them.

There is a high probability that he will never come back in this lifetime.

Even the Great Shaman was surprised when he recognized his identity.

Every year, many tribesmen were captured by slave squads near the city-state of Chichen Itza.

But Wyandot was the first slave in history to escape alive!
And he didn't look like he was being abused.

The undisguised extraordinary aura on his body also showed that he had successfully been promoted to become an extraordinary person different from other [Eagle Spirit Warriors] in just a few months?
That seemed to be the glory of the outsider [Silver Law].

"It's actually Wyandotte?!"

"Have you been to the homeland of those outsiders? Are their pyramids taller than ours?"

"Can we also take on the extraordinary jobs of outsiders?"

After confirming his identity, the reactions of the others were not much better than that of the Great Shaman. They all talked at once, some expressing concern, some expressing curiosity.

This young man, who had just returned to the city-state from the Great Taiman Island, learned here that his own Princess Kyatri had been skinned and sacrificed.

He suppressed the grief in his heart and, despite his grandfather's objection, he took a step forward and continued to explain to everyone:
“I received reliable information from those outsiders that the Kingdom of Castile is plotting to annex the entire Yucatan Island in one fell swoop.

To cooperate with them is undoubtedly to seek the skin of a tiger and be exploited for nothing.

You have not been to the Old World.

They have no idea that their most powerful weapons are actually first-class battleships equipped with more than 100 guns, as well as various relics that have allowed civilization to evolve over a long history.

What was exposed in the Bantaan Islands was only the tip of the iceberg of their strength.

The power possessed by a king in the Old World is far greater than that of the emperor of the Azik Empire.

I also want to avenge the princess and the king, but those ambitious Castilians are by no means easy partners.

If the Great Shaman and everyone agree, I am willing to go out to sea again to contact a reliable partner for the city-state."

Wyandot and Princess Kyatli were not a pair of lovers who were separated forever.

But it is certain that every young man of marriageable age in the upper class of the city-state is an admirer of the princess.

The things he loved but could not have were trampled and destroyed by others, which made him feel painful and hateful, but he still retained a trace of rationality.

He instantly connected the information he heard from his captain with the major event that had just happened.

By the time the anti-Azik alliance is formed, those outsiders will most likely come out in full force.

Even he himself didn't know how the Castilian people, who were not numerous, could conquer the two empires in one go.

But his solemn warning drew ridicule from others.

A young nobleman who had disliked him before even opened his mouth and sneered:

"Outsiders want to destroy our country? This is ridiculous.

Endot, you are failing your coursework.

You have to know that we and Azik together have 500 city-states and a population of 13 million, not counting other small tribes.

Don't think that you are the only one who has been exposed to the outside world.

Even if all the outsiders scattered in the eastern archipelago were added together, how many would they be? Three hundred thousand or four hundred thousand?

Not to mention flintlock rifles, even if we asked them to bring over the battleships and bombard us with their shipboard artillery, how long would it take to kill so many of us?

What’s the use of even the most powerful military force?

What right do they have to conquer the land beneath our feet?"

A glimpse of the whole picture is somewhat different from what most proud people in the Old World imagine.

The natives at this stage have never regarded them as mortal enemies of a dangerous species.

They already had fierce internal struggles, and their hostility toward other city-states that competed with them for living space was even stronger than toward outsiders.

Most people just wanted to use the power of outsiders to defeat the other side, and did not regard the sparsely populated colonists as their opponents at all.

They never regarded the Taino people on the eastern islands as their fellow ethnic groups, nor did they have any anti-colonial sentiments that shared a common hatred of the enemy.

This is the mainstream thinking among the entire indigenous community.

Or perhaps those outsiders are just a group of war agents used by them.

"You are too careless, my..."

Seeing that everyone agreed with each other, Wyandot swallowed the word "Captain" that was about to come to his lips.

He now has too little information.

Even though he had witnessed the prosperity of the Old World with his own eyes, he himself did not quite believe that the Castilians could really conquer the entire Yucatan Island, let alone convince their own people.

He retreated behind his grandfather and secretly decided to send out the "Swift Eagle" as soon as the meeting was over to ask the captain to find a way to help his people.

Following Byron through many battles, he gradually formed an idea in his mind that the captain was omnipotent.

【History Modifier】Effect 1:

“The anchor in you is more solid.

The person with whom you have an anchoring connection will also be more likely to be drawn into a certain historical vortex with you, approaching all kinds of unknowns and secrets. "

This time, the one who was dragged into the center of the vortex, and who was about to drag Byron in with him, was the [Artillery Expert] Wyandot!
While the meeting was going on in Chichen Itza, Byron was still on the Great Taiman Island, doing a great cause that promoted the rapid development of human civilization. - Composting!
Under his command, a large amount of waste from the planting industry: straw, stems, weeds, fallen leaves from trees;
Industrial or domestic waste: pond mud, rotten vegetables; and aquaculture excrement: poultry and livestock manure, domestic flushing wastewater, etc. were gathered together by the hired workers.

"One group took the guillotine and shredded the plant stalks, stems and branches into pieces no longer than 10 centimeters.

Don't know how long 10 centimeters is? Just the same as the one in my hand will do.

Group 2 took wooden shovels, mixed all the raw materials, and covered them with straw, taking care to avoid sun, rain and wind to prevent loss of fertility.

You are responsible for taking care of the compost and turning it every three or four weeks. After about three months, it can be used.

Before that, no one is allowed to be curious. If you poison the crops, I will whip you."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Governor."

Byron personally confirmed that there were no mistakes or omissions before nodding with satisfaction.

Who says our ancestors made no contribution to human technology?
At least in the era of agricultural civilization, this is undoubtedly cutting-edge black technology, the kind that can be compared with the pearls of industry!
Next to him was Catherine, who was wearing a lady's dress, white stockings and high heels.

When the weather got hot, she always liked to stay close to Byron.

Even if a [Storm Knight] does not activate the ability of the Son of Storm, there is always a cool breeze blowing on his body.

Even though I was wearing formal clothes, it wasn't hot at all.

And the air barrier automatically isolates the smell of compost.

The two of them standing together were like returning to their childhood in Home with Children, when they held Prince Thornburg's arms, one on each side, and listened to his adventure stories.

But when the compost pile is just completed, all you have to do is wait for natural fermentation.

A golden light suddenly flashed in Catherine's beautiful lake green eyes.

From the looks of it, it seems that his financial resources have skyrocketed, pushing his spirituality forward by a huge step.

"Ah! What's going on? I didn't do anything, how come I suddenly became rich?"

At the same time, as if sensing something, Byron pulled her up and turned around and ran, quickly arriving at the "Earl's Palace" not far away.

Rushed into Catherine's toilet.

boom--!
The dazzling golden light instantly stung the eyes of both people.

In the middle of the toilet, a toilet made of pure gold specifically for Catherine was radiating golden light.

The two of them even seemed to hear hymns from heaven surrounding them, filling the air with a sacred atmosphere.

"Holy! Holy!"

Logbook automatically updates: [Second Level Relic: Golden Toilet]

This is made possible by creating the initial raw materials for composting.

Deeds: "You are the destination of the cycle of grains, you are the promoter of the natural cycle, you are the gospel of the vast number of famine hunters"

Effect: 1. Greatly improve composting efficiency.

Normal composting takes sixty days to three months, but now, as long as the composting conditions are met, even the humus beneath the ground layer of the rainforest can be quickly enhanced in just a few days.

From now on, you no longer have to worry about the loss of soil fertility. Even the land within the impact range of the toilet will slowly be transformed into extremely precious black soil.

2. Like some special legumes and microorganisms, it can solidify nitrogen in the air and convert it into an endless supply of nitrogen fertilizer.

You can choose to apply it directly to the soil, or extract it separately and use it as fertilizer in other places.

It starts as a level 2 relic, and will continue to be upgraded as its influence spreads.

Even if it turns into a level zero relic in the end, it’s possible!

"We are rich. We are really rich."

The relic was far more valuable than an equal weight of gold, or even the fifty thousand pounds of spoils of war.

With the help of the [Level 2 Holy Relic: Golden Toilet], this place will soon become the most suitable land for farming in the entire Bantaan Islands!
Byron also suddenly realized that his greatest golden finger was not the [Ship's Log] that was suspected to be related to the God of the Wild Hunt, but a series of knowledge about the progress of civilization in his mind.

He believed that this was the first [Holy Relic] he created with his own hands, but it would definitely not be the last.

“Little Taiman and Taimanbulak are also our lands, but they are a little too far away.

Even the complete development of the Great Thaiman Island has yet to be completed, let alone these islands.

Why hasn’t my development order come down yet? The Taiman Islands simply cannot realize its potential.”

Then, he slowly lowered his head and stared at the golden toilet.

"I just wonder what it's like to use a holy relic to go to the toilet?

Even the Pope of St. Peter's Cathedral in the Holy Silver Empire doesn't have this kind of treatment, right?"

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"As long as I can unbutton my pants first, Catherine will."

But the latter was quick-witted and kicked him out.

"Go away!"

"You stingy guy, will you die if you pee on me?!"

Just as he was about to scold his sister for being disloyal, [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred came over like the wind and shouted from afar:

"Captain, something bad has happened. A group of people have just occupied Little Taiman Island and Taiman Brak Island with great fanfare.

The camp is already being built.”

Byron no longer had time to compete with Catherine for the holy relic, the golden toilet.

"Who is it? Did you see the flag clearly?"

Even Alfred, a nearly invincible transcendent at the second level, looked solemn:
"It's the Flayed Cult!"

(End of this chapter)