Pirate Kingship-Chapter 691 - 470: Sugarcane Bagasse Papermaking Technique, Headless Knight Group (7400)

"Red sky at night, sailors' delight. Red sky in morning, sailors take warning" obviously wasn't accurate on the Bantaan Archipelago.

Just yesterday evening, a brilliant red sunset as gorgeous as his sisters' cheeks had been followed by heavy rain the very next morning.

In Violet's bedroom, listening to the PITTER-PATTER of rain outside the window, Byron, who had toiled through the night, felt too lazy to get out of bed.

Especially since he had been "sealed" onto the large bed by his two sisters.

In his left arm lay Violet, her shimmering silver hair scattered across the pristine white pillow like a silver moon descended to the Mortal World.

On his right, Catherine lay with her equally disheveled, sun-golden hair, resembling a radiant and passionate sun.

What they shared were enchanting sleeping faces, each with a trace of intoxicating rosy red on their cheeks. From their lustrous shoulders and delicate collarbones, faint kiss marks and...suction prints extended down beneath the covers.

Byron sighed to himself:

I've truly experienced what is meant by 'A night of passion makes it hard to rise early; from now on, the king will not hold his morning court.'

Facing such a lineup every day, I can't believe I haven't aspired to become a debauched and negligent monarch. I'm truly a paragon of royal willpower.

I deserve a pat on the back for that!

Moreover, thanks to a physique as powerful as a Demon Monster's, the girls' weight felt as light as goose feathers to him.

Unlike those men who dream of romantic bliss but are sucker-punched by reality, neither of his arms was numb.

He kissed the cherry lips of the sister on his left, then the rose lips of the sister on his right, smacking his lips to savor the taste before kissing them each again.

"Good morning, Byron, Catherine."

"Good morning, Byron, Violet."

Only then did the two sleeping beauties open their large, beautiful eyes, a hint of shyness within them. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Evidently, both had been awake for a while, but recalling the madness of the previous night, even the usually bold Violet felt somewhat embarrassed.

Byron, full of smug satisfaction, teased, "Young Miss, your skill with your feet is indeed top-notch, and Sister, your dedication as a rope assistant was also very proper. I am very satisfied. Keep it up, and next Sunday we'll..."

Before he could finish, two small hands fiercely pinched and twisted the soft flesh on his waist.

"HISS—!"

Byron instantly sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

Doing something was one thing, but talking about it was quite another. He had gotten carried away with his words and was immediately taught a lesson by the two girls, united in their retaliation.

Byron, not one to take it lying down, immediately counterattacked. His tendrils wrapped around his sisters' ankles, tickling their moonlit-white soles like feathers.

"TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE... HA HA... stop it..."

"You scoundrel, still daring to bully us... GIGGLE... Take that!"

As the three of them played, the silk sheets slipped away, exposing the girls' lovely upper bodies and large expanses of pristine skin, instantly brightening the room considerably.

But no one cared. After all, everything had been seen the night before. They immediately pounced on each other again, determined to settle the score.

So early in the morning, it was inevitable that sparks would fly once more. The two girls were again upended onto the bed by Byron, the only Mythical Creature in the house, pinned down together, one atop the other, and thoroughly attended to.

After sessions of 'clouds and rain,' followed by 'the sun reaching three poles high,' and finally 'high noon,' the two girls, who had received a generous replenishment from the [Night Demon Prince] Panacea but still felt somewhat weak, lazily got out of bed.

There was as much Panacea as they desired; Byron couldn't bear to let his sisters go wanting, no matter how much he had to exert himself.

However, their capacity to absorb it was limited, and replenishment wasn't instantaneous. Perhaps only when Catherine and Violet also advanced to become Mythical Creatures would there be an exponential improvement.

SWOOSH...

Violet summoned a water orb of perfect temperature. Byron, holding one sister in each arm, helped them wash up and then change into the personal undergarments Catherine had originally designed.

He then called for Sherry, the head maid, along with several all-purpose maids, to help the girls dress and do their makeup.

Catherine allowed the maids to comb her long hair and present various dresses and accessories, all while she reviewed the afternoon's schedule.

"Byron, preparations for the sugarcane paper mill have been underway for a long time. I'll inspect it again this afternoon, aiming to have the ribbon-cutting and start operations within this week.

"Both the Bantaan Archipelago and the Old Continent have a huge deficit in their demand for paper. This is an untouched blue ocean for us.

"Whether your title as a Saint can be upgraded to 'Reincarnation of the Holy Spirit' will depend entirely on how well this improved process works out."

The supportive sister was ultimately supportive. Though she had been "bullied" rather thoroughly, what occupied her mind most on a workday was still Byron's industrial planning.

"It's happening this quickly? I thought we would have to wait until the end of the year at least."

Byron felt slightly ashamed. After making the request, he hadn't followed up at all; his sister had managed everything.

Catherine gave him a sultry glance. "This is all thanks to that Zealot of yours, the Great Shaman Cihuateteo, the first to advance to a Fourth Order Mythical Creature, [Mountain Demon Bear].

"As long as it's an infrastructure project, we can get things done quickly nowadays.

"Plus, we have ample land. There's no need for land appropriation, no demolition squabbles, and no need to balance interest groups. We can start work the very next day we decide to build something.

"I believe that sooner or later, the Golden Empire will be able to build a unique, full-chain industrial system, one strong enough to arm-wrestle the entire world."

Currently, a newspaper issued by the Lighthouse Union was priced at five Copper Furls, which could buy five standard loaves of Fur Bread. This was simply out of reach for the common folk, who, for the most part, couldn't read anyway.