Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 510 The Invitation of the "King of the Five Seas"

Nastur, the "King of the Five Seas," sought to establish order at sea. He not only established codes of conduct for pirates but also held regular pirate conferences. He mediated conflicts between various factions and provided a platform for pirates to communicate.

"I'm counting down the days; the new conference is about to begin."

"Bosun 'Sea Serpent' Walter said happily."

Walter was happy for good reason, having successfully obtained a Sequence 7 potion recipe, for which he desperately needed the necessary materials. The Pirate Convention had also added an open market where pirates would trade all sorts of items, from extraordinary materials to precious jewelry. He had already prepared the money to buy the materials and was just waiting to attend the gathering.

"Ah."

Lu Ze nodded noncommittally, his gaze sweeping over the others in the captain's cabin. After receiving the invitation, he had summoned his extraordinary crew members back to the ship for a small meeting to hear their opinions.

"Captain, you really have a lot of influence. Someone even came specially to deliver the invitation."

"Sea Serpent" continued, "Generally speaking, pirates receive notifications through public channels."

At this point, a sense of honor rose within him. He felt that his captain truly deserved to be called a world-renowned Blood Cultivator, someone even the "King of the Five Seas," whose fame had been widespread for hundreds of years, had to take seriously!
"I don't think Nast is giving the captain much face."

Anderson, standing to the side, crossed his arms and expressed a different opinion.

"Ah, why do you say that?"

Walter asked in surprise.

"I judged it from the way they addressed me."

Anderson shook his head. "'King of the Five Seas' Nast didn't call the captain 'King of Blood,' he just called him 'Blood Monk.' This likely means that he doesn't recognize the captain's status as the king of the seas. After going to the Pirate Conference, he might continue to suppress us."

In other words, there may be unexpected dangers behind this invitation.

"Like this?"

Walter blinked. Although he was quite shrewd, he had no experience in such high-level matters.

"Indeed, invitations for such occasions are worded very carefully."

Sofia, standing nearby, also expressed her agreement. As a member of the royal family who is most particular about etiquette, she has the right to express her views on this matter.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.

As the most powerful pirate, Nast, the "King of the Five Seas," wielded considerable influence. If he were to object to his captain's self-proclaimed kingship, their fleet would likely find itself in a precarious situation.

The worst-case scenario is that they will face the enemy of that sea king.
But Lu Ze didn't care much; he was more concerned about something else.

I said,

He glanced around at the crowd, then spoke:

"Actually, there's something else I've been curious about since earlier. Isn't the 'King of the Five Seas' a pirate? Why does he call himself 'Earl White Maple'?"

"That's because of Emperor Roselle."

Anderson from Intis offered to explain, "In order to undermine the maritime trade of other nations, he summoned Nast's father, the great pirate Savigny Solomon, to the White Maple Palace and bestowed upon him the title of 'Earl of White Maple.' Nast inherited this title and continued to call himself 'Earl of White Maple.'"

Lu Ze chuckled to himself.

“Even though Roselle, who bestowed the title upon him, has perished, and Intis has become a republic, Nast still cherishes this title like a treasure?”

he asked.

The whole thing seems to have an absurd and comical irony.

“That’s right. Not only that, he also publicly declared that sooner or later he would establish a pirate kingdom and become a grand duke, a prince, or even an emperor.”

Anderson laughed too.

Luze was a time traveler, while Anderson came from the Republic; their attitudes towards nobles and titles naturally differed. The expressions of the others present were even more complex, especially Sophia's.

So, should we go or not?

Darkwell wiped the grease from his brow and asked. Luze gradually stopped laughing.

"I do not mind."

He said.

Whether Nast genuinely objected to his claim to the throne or simply misspoke, it didn't matter to him. He didn't care about empty titles; what mattered was whether his goals had been achieved.

"How about this."

Lu Ze thought for a moment and said, "Let's do our work as usual and wait for further announcements. If the 'Kings of the Five Seas' is holding a pirate tournament nearby, then we can go there. If it's far away, then there's no need to make a special trip."

Nast didn't give him much face, so of course he didn't need to be so attentive.

"Ok."

"understood."

No one else had any objections; even Walter only showed regret and did not express any dissatisfaction.

"Alright, everyone can disperse now."

After listening to everyone's opinions, Lu Ze waved his hand, then, as if suddenly remembering something, asked, "By the way, did you learn any new information while you were on the island?"

"New information? The hottest news at sea right now is what we did a few days ago."

Anderson smiled, took a newspaper from his pocket, and handed it to Luzer.

Lu Ze casually took it and saw that it was written on it:

The Blood Monk attacks Bayam again, publicly declaring his ambition to become the fifth king of the sea!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The newspaper photos were striking—the square was badly damaged after being bombarded. Amidst the burning flames, rising smoke, and crumbling buildings, the flagpole remained intact. At its very top, instead of a colonial flag, flew a black pirate flag, with a bloodstained skull at its center, a truly terrifying sight.

"It is reported that the pirates, disguised as warships, infiltrated the harbor and immediately opened fire, ambushing and destroying the coastal defenses. Admiral Emilius was injured in the attack. The Fussac Empire has issued a public bounty for the whereabouts of the [Blood Monk]."

Leonard read the newspaper with a heavy expression. When he saw how much damage the pirates had done to Bayam, he finally couldn't hold back and slammed the newspaper on the table with a "bang".

"Old man!"

He suppressed his voice and whispered, "Tell me the truth, did you already find out?"

"What did you find?"

An aged voice asked in his mind.

"Don't play dumb! It's about the 'Blood Cultivator'!"

Leonard shouted, "With your abilities, there's no way you wouldn't have noticed his problem. You must have known all along, but you didn't tell me!"

Over the past few days, he has become increasingly convinced that the two people are his former colleagues, and many of the previous doubts seem to be confirmed by this.

But why? On what grounds?

His mind was in turmoil, but he heard the aged voice calmly respond:

"Watch out, someone's coming."

"Ding dong."

The doorbell rang, and Leonard got up to go to the door. When he opened it, a handsome man with red eyes stood opposite him, slightly raising his chin upon seeing him.

"Good afternoon. Are you Mr. Leonard Mitchell?"

Emlyn White asked with a hint of arrogance.

(End of this chapter)