Pirate Kingship-Chapter 719 - 478: Male Lead 1, Male Lead 2, The Curtain Rises

The force field ring at the rear pushed the seawater, causing the warship to continuously accelerate, leaving a long fissure on the sea surface wherever it went.

Title Ability [Heavy Armor Force Field]:

"Charge forward fearlessly, unstoppable.

Activating the force field is like a peerless warrior, capable of beheading enemy generals amidst millions of troops.

Even if surrounded by numerous warships, they would be forcibly pushed aside by its force field.

It can even constrain the force field into a ramming edge, charging irresistibly toward the target.

Limitation: One hour of continuous use per day."

Unlike the [Golden Deer], which only worked on sailing ships, Byron thought the name [Fearless] could continue to be used even in the future era of whale oil-powered ironclad battleships.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the Castilia warship was fiercely rammed, creating a hole, and the two sides completed boarding.

After a round of firearm volley, the pirates from the Wings of Death and the undead crew swung ropes or threw grapples, rushing onto the enemy ship.

The ensuing battle was without suspense.

With Byron and the [Fearless] leading, the pirates, with overwhelming numerical superiority, captured this fleet loaded with specialties from the Southern Continent in just a few hours.

Just as Byron personally disposed of the enemy ship's captain, wiping his gun barrel clean of blood, preparing to leave the looting to Bruh and return to the [Fearless] to stop multitasking and reduce consumption,

he suddenly discovered an invisible puppet thread in the cabin of this warship.

It was much more delicate than the thread that fell onto the Golden Deer.

If it weren't for the upgraded [Sailing Logbook], allowing his secret-seeing ability to be effective anywhere within sensory range, even a Fifth Order Legend might accidentally overlook it here.

And just as Byron looked over, he realized that thread had been trembling for an unknown amount of time.

This indicated that the puppet anchored by this thread was having its original fate altered by Puppet King Louis!

A flash of insight appeared in Byron's eyes.

"Is this aimed at me?

No, it should be aimed at the [Fearless] and [The Mad Hunt].

Whoever wears this guise will find it seeking them amidst a series of fateful coincidences."

Thinking this, he took the lead, striding into the lower cabin stocked with supplies like rum, drinking water, and hardtack.

As Bruh just lit the whale oil lamp, an oak barrel, seemingly for holding liquor, suddenly toppled over, rolling to his feet.

The loose barrel lid was knocked open, rolling on the ground.

Then a beautiful girl, wearing a dance dress, splendidly dressed but looking quite disheveled, climbed out of the barrel, disoriented.

She looked up to see several dark gun barrels pointed directly at her, instinctively raising her hands in alarm, exclaiming:

"Don't kill me!"

Byron examined her with great interest, finding her more curious the longer he looked.

Some described a girl's beauty as doll-like, but this speaking, moving girl was an actual doll!

Her skin was pale with faint wooden textures, her joints bizarrely spherical, her features exquisitely stiff, incapable of smiling or crying, completely emotionless.

Only her eyes, which had turned to glass, moved slightly, retaining emotions that belonged to a mortal girl. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

If any crew from the [Castle of Dreams] were present, they would immediately recognize her.

This puppet girl was the dancer, turned into a puppet on the spot by Puppet King Louis for disrupting the lineup due to a snapped dance shoe lace (Chapter 447).

After two months, her soul was still trapped in this puppet shell, unable to live or die.

The girl's glassy eyes moved, already guessing the identity of Byron and his party.

Summoning courage, pretending to be familiar with such situations, she tried to stand firm and asked Byron, the leader:

"Sir, are you pirates?"

Her tone carried an innocent canary-like quality, clearly having suffered little hardship in the dance troupe formed by Puppet King before misfortune befell her.

Yet it also easily made others lower their guard, naturally engendering trust.

Byron waved his hand, and the guardsmen behind him immediately put away their firearms, gesturing for her to rise:

"Beautiful lady, as you can see, we are indeed pirates.

But what about you? Why are you hiding on this ship?"

The puppet lady stood up, executing a flawless curtsy, possibly influenced by Byron's gentle manner, her spirit noticeably less tense:

"Pirate sir, my name is Tracy, two months ago I was a dancer serving Puppet King Louis on the [Castle of Dreams].

As for now... I am merely an undead puppet."

As she spoke, a hint of sadness, fear, and deeply hidden hatred flashed through her clear eyes.

After a slight hesitation, as if deciding something, she suddenly looked straight into Byron's eyes and asked:

"Pirate sir, who I am is not really what matters.

What matters is, I have a vast fortune here, don't you want it?"

To bolster the persuasiveness of her words, she straightforwardly recounted her experience:

"After being turned into a puppet by Puppet King Louis, I was reduced to a general servant on the ship, doing all sorts of complicated chores.