Chapter 587: Summoning the flagship anywhere!!!
Chapter 587: Summoning the flagship anywhere!!!
Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation
[ Note: The ‘Dead Sea Scroll’ is exclusive in this realm. Therefore, the secrets made known from it through Caterly Fokke’s relevant mission dropped loots, will be exclusive to this realm. This secret will never again surface in this realm ]
Sheyan couldn’t appreciate the scene of Little Lord Fokke’s exceedingly noble death.
Grimacing as his teeth chattered, the fingers of his remaining hand dug into the soil. This was because his severed arm was now experiencing an unbearably searing pain. A pain that was simply unexplainable, as though every cell of his obliterated arm was wailing despondently. Waves of searing pain tormented in mind!
This was the remnic manifestation of the primal chaos force that had leaked into Sheyan’s body!
Though Sheyan endured the boiling agony for a trifling ten seconds, his organs felt like it had been ten excruciatingly long years! Fortunately, the pain went as fast as it came and disappeared without a trace.
When Sheyan glanced at his mangled arm, he got a huge fright. The corrosion of his wound was full of ‘pot-holes’, a similarly impression of rocks being eroded by the winds in the Gobi desert!
After wiping his head full of cold sweat, Sheyan stood back up with great difficulty. He then marched towards Little Lord Fokke’s noble body and sighed, before picking up a dropped key.
A crimson blood key!
It emanated the exact same brilliance as the ‘Dead Sea Scroll’.
Under normal circumstances, it would be absolutely impossible for Sheyan to defeat Little Lord Fokke, even if he was weakened to an eighth of his battle power, or even without his horse.
Based on his incomparably horrifying epidemic disease and his malevolent frost, it would be sufficient to eradicate Sheyan’s party Ace within a short time; each falling to the deadliness of his Black Death.
Thus, even if Little Lord Fokke hadn’t been struck severely by Chevalle, the presently accursed Sheyan still wouldn’t harbour hopes of obtaining any equipments or divine artifact like items. After picking up that crimson blood key, he casually attempted to execute his ‘Pirate Captain’ plundering ability before fleeing!
Never forget, Sheyan was still carrying a single Aztec accursed gold! With Little Lord Fokke’s death, the demon horse Momore would definitely feel a certain connection of soul link.
If it was devoted to Little Lord Fokke, it would surely rush here to rescue its master. Otherwise, it would choose to make away with its newly found freedom. Furthermore, those Black Pearl pirates would undoubtedly still sense the existence of the Aztec gold on Sheyan. Their first response would inevitably be to pursue him.
Nevertheless, his only solace was that there was only two more hours to the completion deadline of his main mission. Moreover, the island of Tortuga port spanned over 30-40 square kilometres. Furthermore, he was squaring up with the relatively weaker members of the Black pearl. It wouldn’t be a huge problem trying to grind through these two hours.
While escaping, Sheyan could still afford to examine the list of battle information from before.
[ Your plundering ability has failed. Your power disparity between you and your target is too great. You are unable to plunder any item of value ]
"As expected." Sheyan wasn’t surprised by that notification. Hence, he didn’t feel dejected either and continued to advance ahead.
[ Your actions have led to the demise of an important storyline character – Little Lord Fokke ]
[ Your actions will have a definite influence in the storyline progression of this world ]
[ You receive 3+1 achievement points (legend level attributes to +1) ]
[ Your pirate reputation will be raised by 10,000 points if you wish to publicise this matter. Yes / No ]
[ If yes, every additional person of this world knowing this matter would supply an additional +3 pirate reputation ]
After hesitating slightly, Sheyan selected ‘yes’!
To him, he was no longer that weak little Crew Head of the Bell and Mug. Right now, he was the formidable Seaman Yan who commanded a quasi-legendary warship! He now had full faith in his abilities to meet any challenger!
After choosing to publicise, Sheyan’s reputation amongst the pirates continued to soar even though it was already ‘Worshipped’ before this. When his reputation reached ‘Worshipped (15,000 points)’, Sheyan suddenly received yet another nightmare imprint notification.
[ Your pirate reputation has reached Worshipped (15,000 points) ]
[ You possess the Black-Iron title: Pirate Captain ]
[ You have met the qualifications to trigger the Bronze class title: Pirate Commander ]
[ You must first possess a fleet of no less than five ships. You must possess at least one quasi-legendary ship amongst your fleet, two 5-masted ships while other ships cannot be lower than the 3-masted rate! ]
[ Details: After promoting to this step, and after becoming sovereign of any naval territory, you will be able to summon your incredibly indomitable flagship anywhere! Let your foes witness your prestige of sweeping the seven seas! ]
When Sheyan first examined the bronze class title ‘Pirate Commander’, he wasn’t stirred emotionally. However.....the next notification caused his blood to rush up his head!!
"Summon my indomitable flagship anywhere!!!!"
In this instant. Sheyan wished so badly that he could fork out any price, to continue staying for another month in this world! Nevertheless, the cruel reality foiled his fantasy.
Under the dark of night, a piercing pistol gunfire echoed from behind. This was followed by hysterical cursing, which was the unique cooperative berating of Pintel and Ragetti.
"Ye bilge-suckin’ thief! Silly ass madman! Beast! Yer better not allow Ragetti to find ya. Otherwise, ye shall taste the flavour of me fiery fork!"
"Shut yer trap Ragetti! You ought to say that after we capture him. Be a little gentler will ya, tell em’ to hand over the gold or cease his runnin’ and we shall contemplate forgoin’ his punishment."
"I’ve never lied, Pintel! Never will!"
"I told yer to shut it, idiot. Or shall I stuff yer false eye in your mouth?"
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"..."
Sheyan shrugged his shoulders as he casually activated the enhanced movement speed of his soul equipment, ‘Endless Spirited Vodka’. Then, he strained himself as he fled towards the reefs of Tortuga’s shores.
The terrain here was awfully complex. Furthermore, some of the pirates had to remain on the Black Pearl to safeguard it. Thus, there were only six pirates chasing up right now.
Finding Sheyan within the complicated clusters of reefs with merely six pirates at night, would be as hard as ascending to the sky.
During the chase, Sheyan had bluntly activated the crimson blood key dropped by Little Lord Fokke. The chest produced only offered two items, and both were papers.
The first was a yellowish triangular paper scrap concerning merchandising goods. The second was a little booklet formed by binded parchment. The foremost parchment faintly displayed a name – Bernard Fokke.
"This is?"
Sheyan never could’ve anticipated the key would issue two such objects.
Papers were messengers of information. This implied that Little Lord Fokke didn’t drop any concrete object, but instead clues! This further signified, one still had to experience a series of twists and turns before obtaining the ultimate reward of the ‘Dead Sea Scroll’!
The arduous mission of slaying Little Lord Fokke was merely a mid point!
Thus, exactly how tough would the difficulty of obtaining the ‘Dead Sea Scroll’s’ ultimate reward be? Wouldn’t that reward be exceedingly abundant and enticing?
At this moment, the pursuing sounds of the Black Pearl pirates became louder. Despite so, Sheyan was long prepared.
Under the disguise of the reefs and the darkness, he stealthily crept towards gulf. Then, he quietly slipped into the sea water, burying himself beneath the fine sand.
Before this, he had managed to find a random bamboo pipe like plant to act as a breathing tube...….moreover, the precision of pirates’ Aztec gold senses was merely confided to a hundred metres radius. Within this hundred metre radius were multitudes of reefs, sheer cliffs and precipitous rock caverns and beach shoals. Would a trifling 6 pirates be able to settle the deal of searching under the darkness of night within 2-3 hours?
Furthermore, dragging for time was Sheyan’s only goal.
After submerging under water, all sounds were filtered away by the supple seawater. Sheyan could distinctly hear the sound of his heartbeat.
Sheyan pondered a little, before flipping open the ‘Diary of Morgan Fokke’ within his personal nightmare imprint storage. Through the slovenly written handwritings, he assimilated himself into the world of a nerdy child…..
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「.......」
「 13th, May: I went hunting for Skylarks today. Feeling rather exhausted, I went to bed early. However, our butler, Dick, woke me up at two in the morning. Yes, I did see Uncle Shinard. Wasn’t he supposed to have died years ago? But why was his appearance so elegant? Even his servant was wearing a ribbon coat? 」
「 14th, May: As it turns out, Uncle Shinard has inherited the lordship of the Edwards family, and is now a Baron. His name is now Shinard Edwards....once he becomes a Duke of the empire, he will return to the Fokke family and bring us to the pinnacle of glory. 」
「 Uncle Caterly told me, all the profits and interests acquired in Turtuga shall be channeled towards Uncle Shinard. Thus, my weekly allowance shall be halved! My hounds must be put down, and half of my servants are to be released...to hell with the glories of the family. To hell with the dog poop Edwards family. To hell with his aspirations of becoming a Duke! 」