Pirate Kingship

"Captain, look, the lighthouse on Taiman Brak Island has appeared.

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

As the world's fastest three-masted ship, the [Golden Deer] took only about two days to complete the journey that other merchant ships would take at least five days to complete.

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

Of course, Byron's navigation knowledge, 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 not be approached.

At least if the luck is not particularly bad, it is not a problem to reach the colony of Hastings without any danger.

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

The lighthouses in the colony generally use whale oil for lighting.

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

The lowest-level small lighthouse on the edge of Taiman Brak Island does not project very bright light in the material world, but it is a little blurry just a few miles away.

But in the spiritual vision, there is a brilliant beam of light that goes straight to the sky, sinks into the void, and pulls a huge silver-white net to cover the entire island.

Many inexplicable weird things are blocked out.

That is the [Silver Law] that uses the lighthouse as an anchor and net knot to expand from the old continent to this bloody and chaotic overseas land.

This is why no matter how small the overseas colonies are, lighthouses must be built as soon as possible.

From a distance, in other directions that are invisible to the naked eye on this sea, one after another beams of light pierce the darkness, and each beam of light represents a lighthouse.

Human colonies may not have churches, but there must be lighthouses and taverns.

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-level lighthouses from low to high in every place where humans arrive.

The Lighthouse Federation has made great contributions to human overseas development.

Byron closed his spiritual vision and did not find any abnormality in the island on the surface.

Instead, he gave a good introduction to the pirate officers around him about this organization:

"Ordinary people only pay attention to those maritime powers with vast colonies, and those big pirates and pirate warlords who occupy the mountains as kings.

Little do they know.

The seemingly detached Lighthouse Federation is the one with the greatest potential energy among many forces and groups!

Their influence is spread across every corner of overseas where there are people, and even the church has to be polite to this force.

Since we are ready to manage 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 to work 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 of the earl, 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 off directly!"

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

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

Not only is he only one ceremony away from being promoted to [Bay People Berserker], but his knowledge accumulation in all aspects has also made great progress.

He is no longer completely in the dark about the situation of overseas colonies.

The colonial craze in the Bantaan Islands has only been rising 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 wanted to sit back and watch the vast and rich land full of opportunities slip away from their hands.

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

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

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

There are also judicial jurisdiction, franchise rights, exemptions, royal rights and tax exemption rights for a certain number of years.

In addition, the most critical one: the power to freely stipulate, formulate and promulgate laws!

The premise is that as long as it does not violate the king's [Iron Law of Royal Power].

In short, the kingdom gives the pioneers all independent economic rights and political privileges, which are much freer than the traditional nobles on the Old World.

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

If you have the relevant knowledge, it is completely legal to train [Law Masters] yourself.

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

There are also a large number of "company colonies" established by pioneering companies and ocean-going 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 a pioneering order, can build a lighthouse and gain a foothold.

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

"Captain, the Tyman Islands, which now belong to your Earl of Greenville, are one of the 'owner colonies'.

The Tyman Brac Island occupied by that group of Castilians is just an 'autonomous colony' composed of private pioneers.

You are the legal 'lord' here to a certain extent.

It is not comparable to the Newman family, who are concerned about both the domestic situation and the reaction of the Kingdom of Castile, and are bound by their hands and feet, and dare to do things secretly.

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

"Now that you put it that way, it is true."

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

As long as it can withstand the possible military intervention of the Kingdom of Castile in the later period, it can indeed be simpler and rougher.

Of course, the other party may not care about such a small place at all, which would be the best.

The risk is still controllable.

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

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

Major General Newman wanted a method for "mass production of high-quality spices", so why didn't he want it?

He wanted to plunder rather than destroy.

Even if he had to use radical means in the end, he had to find out the situation on the island in advance so that he could act with a clear purpose.

If he accidentally destroyed the treasure, there would be no regrets.

Besides, Byron still had a secret weapon that penetrated deep into the enemy camp.

An excellent assassin with zero presence!

"Gus, let's go."

The second mate [Phantom Blade] Gus on the ship jumped down from the mast like a monkey, pulling the rope.

It can be seen that he has already deliberately imitated the eagle and is preparing for the [Eagle Leap] in the future, which will not die no matter how high he jumps from.

"Haha, Captain, I have been waiting for you to say this. I have been idle for a while and my bones are almost rusty.

The name of the Illusion Murder Case on the Isolated Island is very exciting."

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

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

The first time they set foot on the island and smelled the unique smell of spices.

There was a dark blue ink stain on Byron's logbook:

[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 little smell of blood and brain juice in the secret room.

In addition to the old priest and the young dancer, the last second-level extraordinary person was on duty here.

He had a shaggy beard and was not good-looking. His dirty clothes also had a lingering smell of soil.

This was a [Famine Hunter] that was not very common overseas.

From the Fortress Sequence, but with an independent professional motto, simple and unpretentious, but of great significance: "Eat well! Dress warmly!"

Yes, this profession is often called another name in the Old World. Farmer.

Although they always insisted that they were the [Famine Hunters] when they introduced themselves.

At this time, the unkempt [Famine Hunter] was staring at the eye sockets of the crystal skull in a trance.

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 who were just fed two days ago are almost digested, and the knowledge it spits out is getting less and less.

I'm almost there, and I can read some additional agricultural technology that uses fungi to infect wood and obtain high-quality spices.

This technology does not require drilling holes in the tree, and there is no abnormality from the appearance, and the degree of secrecy is greatly enhanced.

But this [holy relic] of the Taya Empire does not eat the natives nearby, otherwise we would not 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 of an alien civilization is There is a deep gap between the collective subconscious of our old continent.

Even if we find a few first-level historians and naturalists, they can't interpret the corresponding information from it.

In order to keep this secret, we have to kill all the people we find.

Now we can't chant the deeds of the [Holy Relic], stimulate its true ability, and use its full power.

Only by relying on the most primitive blood sacrifice learned from the natives can we use ritual witchcraft to guide its little bit of activity and "abundance" power.

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

This experience of returning empty-handed is really crazy, and this sigh has almost become the daily routine of all local pioneers.

While sighing, he suddenly heard the crystal skull's jaw open and close, and uttered:

"In the southwest corner of the island, outsiders have invaded the land of abundance."

The first reaction of [Famine Hunter] was not to warn immediately, but to be stunned:

"How is it possible? Why didn't the lighthouse alarm?!"