Pirate Kingship-Chapter 701 - 472: Begging on Their Knees? Mad Hunt Goes Live (6200)!_3

Immediately understood the intentions of his cousin Saranthe. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

He had clearly heard the name "Byron Tudor."

He wanted to use the characteristic of [Triton of the Sea King] that only those of Sea King lineage could employ to verify if this "Tudor" was related to their own "Tudor."

Byron also intended to be upfront with Saranthe; after experiencing the "Death Stranding" event in the Royal Capital of Kingston, he at least determined that Saranthe's character was quite reliable.

He jumped down from the second floor and casually picked up the trident fragment.

As expected, just like the previous one he had touched with his mother Heather's, there was no resistance whatsoever.

Just as he straightened his back, he heard an excited voice from behind:

"Captain!"

Turning around, he found Saranthe standing behind him, visibly excited.

His eyes slightly red-rimmed, clearly feeling particularly emotional at encountering family far away from home after a significant ordeal.

Yet he mumbled twice, eventually suppressing his intense emotions and refrained from revealing identities.

Because the two core survival taboos of the Eastern Continent: "If words are spoken, they will be heard; it's not humans pursuing knowledge, but knowledge pursuing humans." had deeply ingrained into his being.

Any leaked intelligence could become a bridge for pollution to spread.

Moreover, the calamity faced by the Mermaid Kingdom wasn't something that a mere Fourth Order Mythical Creature could withstand; having one more person knowing wouldn't be more than another potential victim.

Instead of revealing identities, it was better to maintain the status quo; perhaps Byron, who knew nothing, could continue living safely on the Old Continent for another hundred and eighty years.

Saranthe's confirmation of Byron's identity this time was merely to prepare for his own affairs.

His mind was genuinely filled with too many forbidden secrets, he even had directly seen the indescribable entity residing in the deepest ocean.

If the Material World continued slipping towards the "Intertidal Zone," it was inevitable he would be caught by the living knowledge.

By then, the family heirloom Zero Level Sacred Relic Fragment [Triton of the Sea King] would be entrusted to Byron, slightly boosting his survival chances during the Spiral Annals.

Finally, saying nothing, he just sighed internally:

"Forgive me, Byron, let your elder brother shoulder all of this.

Before I die, I will desperately protect you."

Byron saw Saranthe's conflicted expression and the anchor chain that suddenly thickened between them, at once guessed most of his current thoughts.

However, like how he never proactively asked his father about his mother's past, he wouldn't waste Saranthe's goodwill by inviting trouble himself.

The kind who couldn't figure out the situation at all, only going against everything by saying "I'm not, I'm not, I just won't," eventually ruining things was the most annoying.

Wait until he had enough strength to capsize small boats, being a joke in the face of powerful warships and cannon fire.

So Byron casually handed the halberd blade back to his cousin, casually advising:

"Mr. Saranthe, is this item you lost?

Take care of it, don't lose it again next time."

Truthfully, he originally had a slight interest in [Triton of the Sea King], one of the strongest sacred relics of the Spiral Annals, but upon comprehending the "Mandate of Heaven" connected with "Sea King," he immediately shook his head repeatedly.

A "tentacle fetish" born there had already spawned lingering poison to this day.

If a "coelenterate fetish," "lamprey fetish," "sea urchin fetish," were to come... wouldn't it take his life?

This blessing would still be better left for Saranthe to enjoy slowly.

Byron then cheerfully patted his cousin on the shoulder:

"Mr. Saranthe, you arrived just in time.

Today we'll take you out for fun; we're going to Pirate City Black Sails Harbor, let you see what it truly means to be a pirate."

He then connected with his Queen Violette:

"Young mistress, scientists shouldn't always do the engineer's work; learn to prioritize and let others have a chance.

Transfer the task of industrializing bolt-action rifles to the firearms engineers and come out with me.

The Bay Citizen Princess and [The Mad Hunt] that had long since vanished should come back online."

....

Later.

At the edge of the Devil's Triangle sea region, within the Bahama Archipelago which encompasses over 700 islands and 2400 reefs, lies Pirate City Black Sails Harbor.

The air was filled with the scent of freedom and depravity.

Unlike the Bay Citizens Pirates or Barbary Pirates who had a singularity of group and profession.

This notorious pirate port was home to most of the Bantaan Pirates, with very complex pirate origins.

There were free pirates from various countries, privateers serving merely one country holding a Privateering License, various black or grey smugglers...

Bounty Hunters claiming to be Robin of the Sea, Native Extraordinaries whose homes were destroyed, countless Black Wizard Syndicates, Fallen Ones and spies from various countries...

Calculating by population and the land area alone, it could be considered one of the major cities within the Bantaan Archipelago.

But as everyone knew, as long as the primary nationality didn't dominate in numbers, good governance under power struggles from all forces was impossible.

The nickname "one of the most depraved places on the sea" for Black Sails Harbor spoke volumes.

At this moment, many pirate ships circled around a Miracle Battleship [Suffering Cathedral] like stars around the moon.

This warship was a standard large Garen, its ship tower soaring high, with its stern tower remodeled to resemble a small cathedral.