Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 165: Founding a Sect, Prince Becomes a Disciple
Dark clouds gradually gathered over the Great Taiman Island, and only a ray of setting sun fell on Byron over the cowshed.

“Kukulkan is both a king and a god.

When Quetzalcoatl was king, the corn god, flower god, rain god, and water god helped the people with farming and granted them abundance.

The corn harvest is good, the gourds are as thick as human arms, and cotton of various colors grows on its own without the need for dyeing."

When he held the crystal skull number 8 whose jaw could not move, he suddenly began to chant an epic song, which attracted strange phenomena from the sky.

The expressions on the faces of several natives all became extremely interesting in an instant, and they couldn't help but exclaimed:

"How could you possibly sing the epic poem of Quetzalcoatl?
The poems that activated the power of the relics were all lost along with the thirteen crystal skulls when the thirteen-story pyramid collapsed.

"Could it be that the child of prophecy is not actually a Taino, but a person from the Old World who came all the way here?"

Due to the different focuses of the extraordinary system, there are no high tower sequence [Historians] or [Naturalists] among the natives who can read history.

Due to racial barriers, the related professions of outsiders cannot communicate with their collective subconsciousness and cannot read the knowledge deposited therein.

Once a civilization is broken, it is truly broken.

The Taya people can only hope that after the thirteen crystal skulls become one, there will be a turn for the better as predicted.

But seeing such an unexpected and shocking scene before their eyes, if they did not have the last bit of reserve in their hearts, they would probably have regarded Byron as the son of prophecy and kowtowed to him.

Byron glanced at them casually without paying much attention.

“Oh, the natives are still somewhat simple after all.

If the same thing happened in the Old World.

Not to mention the Son of Prophecy, even if the Creator, who represents the ultimate of rules and has never appeared in the material world, suddenly came to the world and spoke.

Maybe the church's top leaders would immediately label him as a heretic and send troops to attack him.

After all, 'no little boy ever walks out of a church intact' is not some joke used to discredit the church."

Hiss hiss.
As the sound of snakes hissing rang out around the crowd, a bright morning star lit up inside the crystal skull and then slowly rose into the sky.

Under Byron's guidance, a beam of light was shone on a nearby branch, instantly transforming it into a simple wooden gun.

Another beam of light shone on a piece of stone, instantly transforming it into an exquisite Quetzalcoatl sculpture.
The Great Shaman's eyes lit up as he looked at this magical power that had never been displayed in his hands.

“Mr. Byron must be the Son of Prophecy!

He is the messenger of the Taya gods.

I will go back and reorganize the inscriptions left by my ancestors, and I will definitely find some clues."

Kukulkan is in charge of the morning star, wind and rain, knowledge, books, and legislation, representing death and rebirth. The power of the crystal skull is called [Morning Star, Light of Knowledge].

To put it bluntly, as long as the holder has a thorough understanding of a certain knowledge, he can omit all the intermediate processing steps and let this knowledge directly shine into reality!

For example, making a flintlock rifle requires a series of military knowledge:
"First of all, we need to solve many technological problems such as iron ore, coke, carburizing, etc.

Three types of steel with different properties need to be produced at the same time.

One is the iron pipe or iron rod blank used to make gun barrels, one is the spring steel used to make flintlock reeds, and the other is the hard steel used to make boring machines and cut and polish gun barrels.

The second is the production of mechanical parts related to the musket, such as polishing the barrel and bore, making reeds, and assembling the mechanism.

Whether it’s because the craftsman’s knowledge level is not up to par, or the tools at hand are substandard, it’s impossible to make the product.

This does not even take into account the issue of standardized large-scale manufacturing.

The third is black powder. Different proportions determine the quality and characteristics of gunpowder.

It took centuries to transition from a formula that was prone to exploding in situ to a more stable formula that was suitable for use as a projectile firearm.

The subsequent production process of granular gunpowder is also not simple.

Compared to powder, granular gunpowder is easier to load, has greater power, burns more completely, can make the lead bullet have a greater initial velocity, and is safer to transport. "

Then, based on this knowledge, we can design drawings, select materials, smelt, process parts, mix gunpowder, and manufacture finished products.
There is no doubt that this will be a long and complex military industry.

On this pristine island, an industrial system was built from scratch.

But for [Morning Star, Light of Knowledge], it is much simpler.

As long as you master this series of knowledge, you can skip all the complicated processes in between.

Let raw materials + knowledge be transformed into firearms in one step!
The clearer the manufacturing principles are and the more complete the knowledge system is, the stronger the ability to turn knowledge into concepts and directly transform reality will be.

In fact, when Byron first saw this ability, the first thing he thought of was not curing diseases, but the bullet whose craftsmanship was difficult.

Once you find the raw materials, give them a try!
The only drawback is that Quetzalcoatl is not a borrowed ox or horse from a neighbor's house, so it cannot work all the time. There is a limit to its transformation of the material world.

Moreover, the larger the mass of the material, the greater the consumption, and it cannot be used for large-scale industrial manufacturing.

But there is no such problem when using it in smallpox vaccine.

As long as it is within fifty meters of the [Weird Funeral Bird-Billed Plague Doctor], it can spread the smallpox virus in a conceptual way.

It can easily break through the spiritual barrier of the extraordinary person and cause him to attack on the spot without any delay.

Compared to the conceptual smallpox virus, Quetzalcoatl can also transform vaccines or other treatments into the same concepts and rules.

If it is directly implanted into the collective subconscious of a certain indigenous city-state, it can be reflected in reality and take effect on an entire group!

Byron couldn't help but think of it as targeted genetic weapons against specific ethnic groups, and the extraordinary version was even more powerful.

"Let's get the smallpox vaccine out."

After a few experiments, Byron shone the light of knowledge on the cows and extracted it into a conceptual vaccine. Turning his head to look at Catherine, who had never had smallpox before, he half-jokingly said:

“There were two possibilities for people in the Old World who were infected with smallpox.

There is a one-quarter chance of dying on the spot, and a three-quarter chance of surviving but becoming a woman with pockmarked face.

"Beautiful Earl, do you want to die as the beautiful flower of the North? Or do you want to live as a pockmarked woman?"

Whenever smallpox broke out in the Old World, pockmarked faces became the norm there, so much so that any woman without pockmarked faces would be considered beautiful and her value would soar.

Milkmaids often had no pockmarks on their faces, so they were called "beautiful milkmaids", regardless of whether they were beautiful or ugly.

Hearing his words, Catherine's head immediately shook like a rattle.

"Neither. You should just vaccinate me with the cowpox."

A beautiful girl who is only 19 years old, but can tell Byron to save all the Bloody Mary for her (Chapter 107).

How could I allow myself to become like that?

As he said this, he rolled up his sleeves and gritted his teeth to extend an arm as smooth as white jade to Byron.

It sparkles so brightly in the sun that not even a pore can be seen.

Although vaccination will leave ugly acne marks on flawless white arms, it is much better than the previous two outcomes.

"You can't wear pretty short-sleeved dresses anymore."

Byron threatened Catherine verbally and shone the light of knowledge on her.

However, unlike what was expected, the girl only felt a slight pain in her body and then had no more symptoms.

The vaccination against smallpox has been completed.

It's such a waste to leave scars on such a beautiful body.

The conceptual vaccine also seems to skip the process and fast forward to the production of antibodies.

By the way, Byron also used the island's [Golden Law] as a medium to inoculate the cowpox vaccine into the bodies of all pirates and islanders.

Finally, I let out a long sigh:

“It’s done.

With this successful case, we don’t have to be afraid even if we encounter a pandemic in the future.

The natives feared all the viruses from the Old World: smallpox, measles, tuberculosis, plague, and various forms of influenza.
If it weren't for Crystal Skull No. 8, I might have been able to cure them once with cowpox, the natural nemesis of smallpox.

But what can be done about the subsequent plagues?
If, at the end of the empire's development, I discovered that the natives under my command were completely wiped out by a series of plague outbreaks, then I would be the most ridiculous emperor in the world.

Quetzalcoatl's [Morning Star, Light of Knowledge], combined with the immunology knowledge in my mind.

As long as the corresponding antibodies and other biological materials are obtained, the corresponding immune products can be directly made.

This is also called 'convalescent plasma' therapy.

Those genocidal biological weapons should not exist in the world."

To achieve this, the Crystal Skull No. 8 in the hands of the Taya people and the knowledge in Byron's mind are obviously equally important, and neither can be missing.

After figuring out the whole story, Catherine looked at the natives who were thanking her profusely with a subtle look in her eyes.

I had a sense of déjà vu as if I was lending my own money to support the development of the Pioneer Colonial Company, paying myself a salary while working hard for the company.

Of course, the natives did not suffer any loss.

If they lost their lives, wouldn't all the gold, silver, treasures and lands just go to the Castilians?

They can still distinguish the gains and losses.

At this time, the native prince, with stars in his eyes, walked up to Byron and begged:
"Mr. Byron, can I ask you to be my teacher? I want to learn medical skills from you!"

"Medical skills?"

After a moment of hesitation, Byron suddenly felt that this proposal might have great potential.

In his previous life, he became a doctor after suffering from illness for a long time. Before his ALS became so serious that he had to be bedridden, he had tried every possible way to save himself.

Since I couldn’t afford a professional R&D team, I studied various medical books on my own.

The level may not be very high, but he has a clear understanding of what modern medicine should be like.

In addition, there is a third-level hospital sequence [Changeable Enchantress] Beatrice in the shadow, who is more than qualified to be his teacher.

Touching his chin, he thought to himself:

“In the Old World, doctors who study the human body are still persecuted by the church.

Perhaps in this land where witch doctors are prevalent and the church is weak, medicine can shine with a completely different brilliance.

Moreover, many things can be handed over to the disciples to do, which is good, good."

So, under the expectant gaze of the young prince, who would be the next king, he decisively agreed.

"The next step is to race against time with [The Funeral Bird-Billed Plague Doctor] and the Kingdom of Castile to be the first to digest the big cake of Yucatan Island.

It’s time for our foreign players to come on stage.”

With a sly smile on his face, he raised his hand and sent a message to Bruch:
"Mr. Bill, come with me, let's go visit your father-in-law (Chapter 152)!"

(End of this chapter)