Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 245 Secret: Whale Oil Power Revolution!
"Could it be that the legitimate ruler of the Azik Empire is not the royal court that hates us so much now, but you who took away the [Golden Code]?!

Please save me, save us!"

Schneider, as if waking from a dream, hugged Byron's boots and kowtowed as if he felt no pain.

His two brothers followed closely behind.

However, these undercover agents originally planted by Blue Hair in the Kingdom of Castile obviously have different beliefs.

One kissed the tip of his boot, and the other even imitated the indigenous people's prostration when worshiping the "Father of Medicine".

The three people chose the highest rituals of three religions, and the main point was flexibility of belief.

Moreover, the lower limit is much lower than those of the Barbary pirates, so there is no psychological burden in changing allegiance.

"As long as you save us, let us do anything, not to mention being slaves."

Alfred, the Blood Red Whiskey who had been acting as the company's black glove and was known for his low moral bottom line, suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

"Here comes the robbers! You bastards, I'm the captain's top thug!"

Byron ignored the crew's thoughts and nodded in satisfaction to the three defectors:
"Very good. Since you have turned from darkness to light, we are all family members from now on."

What he saw was not only the three people in front of him, but also more "living dead" in the Bantaan Islands.

Even though a long time has passed, there are still at least several thousand royal city raiders still alive.

But what they took away from the royal city was not gold, but their "life money"!
Only after experiencing the pain of living a life worse than death can one appreciate the value of being a normal person.

If Byron came to them and recruited them to join his gang by offering to lift the curse, I'm afraid no one would be able to refuse.

Some are even like these three, willing to sell everything to the devil!
The most important thing is that these colonists who dared to travel a long distance to the capital of the indigenous empire and buy for free are undoubtedly the elite players among the major forces.

Thousands of desperate criminals who have been forced into a desperate situation are obviously a powerful force that should not be underestimated.

Some small countries may not even have such large-scale garrisons in their colonies.

Not many of them can get a treasure map and come to Treasure Island to hunt for treasure, hoping to use Azik's cursed gold coins to lift the curse of the living dead.

Outside the Treasure Island, there are more "living dead" struggling, waiting for Master Byron to lead them out of their suffering.

Byron opened his spiritual vision and saw a black and gray curse aura entwined around the three people.

Just as "bones" kept popping up, they gathered together to form the head of a shaman full of hatred.

He just stretched out his fingertips, casually mobilized a little power of the Golden Law, and gently pressed it towards them.

The faces of those shaman heads showed a look of taming, and the curse aura immediately shrank back into their bodies, condensing into an illusory mark of a gray skull gold coin at the heart position.

"Recovered, hahahaha, my senses are really restored."

"Me too, I can smell the aroma."

"Thank you, Mr. Wild Hunt. Thank you, thank you."

The three people cried with joy, and the first thing they did was to lie on the ground and lick the sea water in big gulps.

After eating "sand" for several months, they were already starving and thirsty. Even the taste of sea water made them linger on it.

Although the curse was only suppressed temporarily, they probably would never be able to escape Byron's clutches in this lifetime.

But a good death is worse than a miserable life. They don't want to go through those dark days when they couldn't even get an erection anymore.

Of course, this is because they don't know that Byron is the one who cast the spell on them.

If you let them know.
Well, it won’t be a big deal actually.

Even the "switch" to achieve great harmony in life is firmly grasped in someone's hands, and they don't even have the chance to work without putting in any effort.

Apart from being submissive, the only thing left to do is to obey orders.

After dealing with the idle personnel, Byron came to "Bald" Hailding with his hands behind his back.

The pirate vice king, who had been exposed, was holding his head with a look of despair on his face.

Normal hair loss would at least give people the look of an overworked leader, but on him it just looked ridiculous.

When his men were killed, refined, or surrendered one by one in front of him, he just shrank his neck to the corner, showing no sense of responsibility to stand up.

His strength disappeared along with his hairstyle, and his domineering aura of being the only one who does it all also disappeared, as he was afraid of attracting other people's attention.

Looking at Hailding, who had changed drastically from the outside to the inside in an instant, Byron couldn't help but sigh:

"If you rely on mountains, they will fall; if you rely on people, they will run away; you still have to rely on yourself.

This is true for Helding and it is also true for me.

The fathers and brothers of the wealthy families are famous, while the poor families have to fight for the world with their own hands. When the two sides really fight, few people in the poor families will be nervous.

Even if there are ten generations of accumulation, as time goes by, who can survive?

If you are not capable of doing this, even if you are helped up, you will fall down again sooner or later."

The second generation that Byron was talking about was himself. He naturally noticed Jacqueline's fiery gaze behind him, and could roughly guess what she was thinking.

It is indeed great to have the support of Iris, but he must build up his strength step by step and at his own pace.

Otherwise, what external forces can give him can also be taken away at any time.

All achievements will eventually disappear in an instant like sand castles on the beach.

So the strategy he prepared was to "release goodwill and limited cooperation."

Of course, even if Hailding no longer had the extraordinary ability to bully others with his power, his brother was still his brother.

A fifth-rank legendary pirate king who leads a team to explore deep into the "World Serpent·Celestial Circulation"!
With nothing to do, no one wants to make a mortal enemy with such a terrifying person.

"A good meat ticket like 'Bald' Hailding should be well fed and well cared for, and his brother should send him some 'living expenses' every now and then.

Help my brother, and help me, too."

As for now, it is time to interrogate for key intelligence.

Byron came up to the other person and said expressionlessly:

"Mr. Barbarossa Helding, we have a question for you. Would you mind answering it for us?"

Hailding slowly raised his head and saw Feilong sharpening the axe on the ground again, his eyes staring at his remaining hair with ill intent.

I shuddered instantly.

I am the fish on the chopping board and others are the butchers. This is the correct way to "ask questions".

Hailding quickly lowered his posture and bowed to Byron:

"It's convenient. Please ask, Mr. Wild Hunt."

Andrew next to him shook his head with some regret.

The torture techniques he had mastered during his lifetime were obviously useless on this spineless person.

Because the matter was of great importance, Byron did not ask questions immediately, but read a short passage from the logbook, and then warned him with a smile:
“Don’t try to lie or hide key information.

Since I can recognize the special effects of your title, it is naturally easy for me to judge whether what you said is true or false.

I really can't guarantee that if you lie, nothing bad will happen, such as: not having a single hair from head to toe.

If you behave well, I can give you a bottle of 'Quick Hair Growth Agent'."

Then he gestured to Violet beside him to invite her in.

"Miss, please ask."

The latter immediately stepped forward, took off her bookish disguise as a craftsman, and transformed back into the appearance of the Princess of the Bay and the Pirate Commander of Anchor Bay.

When Jacqueline saw Violet's true identity, her eyes lit up even brighter.

She had long known that the Wild Hunt had a close relationship with Anchor Bay, but she still wasn't prepared for the depth of their friendship.

The success rate of the rebellion immediately increased by more than ten percentage points.

I couldn't help but make up my mind to write a letter to persuade my mother to put all her fortune on the gamble.

If they win the bet, their family will probably become a multinational aristocratic family.

Hailding did not play any tricks and honestly told them the content of the conversation between the two pirate kings:
“I was the only person present at that original conversation.

[Whaler] Sir Jack Harold didn't say where he was going, nor did he even make any deal with my brother.

All they provided us with was a fragmentary nautical chart and some unconfirmed news.

It is said that there is an inexhaustible whaling ground there.

Urge us to go out to sea as soon as possible to take a look there in person, and by the way, lead the various forces in the Bantaan Islands to continue exploring the depths of the celestial circulation."

Byron and Violet looked at each other.
"Whaling? What's so strange about this? Is it worthy of two pirate kings plotting together?"

Hearing this, Hailding immediately shook his head and corrected:
“No, no, no, although Sir [Whale Hunter] left in a hurry, he didn’t explain much to us.

But it was also stated that the whale there was not an ordinary whale, but the giant whale Leviathan that escaped from the Echidna Triangle.

It is one of the largest whales in the world.

The whale oil in their bodies carries a high concentration of Essence.

It can be used as the finest fuel, acting as pure energy to drive rituals, ceremonies and various forbidden knowledge, or to drive heavy machinery.

To human civilization as a whole, that is most likely something more valuable than spices.

It’s a treasure trove that’s enough to start a whale oil-powered revolution!”

(End of this chapter)