Pirate Kingship

The young man was none other than Wyandotte, the gunner on the [Golden Deer].

There were not many high-level people in the city-state. When he was captured by the colonial slave-hunting team, it caused quite a stir in the upper echelons of the city-state.

It was a pity that the city-state of Chichen Itza did not have enough power to search and rescue him from the island.

As a result, he was transported all the way from the Bantaan Islands to Iron Anchor Bay under the guidance of the slave traders' idea of ​​buying and selling in different places.

If he hadn't been lucky, he would have met Byron who had the [Ship Log].

He saw that this indigenous youth and several followers had an unusual past, and thought that they were rare and valuable, and invested in them.

He probably wouldn't be able to come back in this life.

Recognizing his identity, even the great shaman was shocked.

Every year, many tribesmen were captured by the slave-hunting team near the city-state of Chichen Itza.

But Wyandotte was the first slave in history who could escape alive again!

And he didn't seem to be abused.

The undisguised extraordinary aura on his body also showed that he had successfully promoted to a supernatural being different from other [Eagle Spirit Warriors] in just a few months?

That seemed to be the glory of the outsider [Silver Law].

"It's really Wyandot?!"

"Have you been to the hometowns of those outsiders? Are their pyramids taller than ours?"

"Can we also take on the supernatural professions of outsiders?"

After confirming his identity, the reactions of others were not much better than that of the Great Shaman. They talked about it in a flurry, some concerned, some curious.

This young man who had just returned to the city-state from the Great Taiman Island only learned here that his own Princess Kayatri was skinned and sacrificed.

Forcefully suppressing the grief in his heart, he ignored his grandfather's objection and stepped forward to explain to everyone:

"I got a reliable message from the upper echelons of those outsiders that the Kingdom of Castile is plotting to annex the entire Yucatan Island in one fell swoop.

Cooperating with them is undoubtedly seeking the skin of a tiger and being used for nothing.

You have never been to the Old World.

You have no idea that their most powerful weapon is actually a first-class battleship equipped with more than 100 guns, and various holy relics that have allowed civilization to iterate under a long history.

What was exposed in the Bantaan Islands is just the tip of the iceberg of their strength.

The power possessed by a king in the Old World is far greater than that of the emperor of the Azk Empire.

I also want to avenge the princess and the king, but those ambitious Castilians are by no means a good partner.

If the Great Shaman and everyone agree, I am willing to go out to sea again to contact a reliable partner for the city-state."

Wyandotte and the Princess Kyatri are not bitter lovers who are separated forever.

But it is certain that every eligible young man in the upper class of the city-state is an admirer of the princess.

He felt pain and hatred for the things he loved but could not get, but was trampled and destroyed by others, but he still retained a trace of reason.

He instantly connected the information he heard from his captain with the major event that just happened.

When the anti-Azik alliance was formed, it would be the time when those outsiders would come out in full force.

Although he himself did not know how the Castilians, who were not many in number, could conquer the two empires at once.

But his solemn warning attracted the ridicule of others.

A noble young man who had disliked him before, even directly started to sneer:

"Outsiders want to destroy our country? This statement is really ridiculous.

Endot, you have failed your homework.

You should know that we and Azik have a total of 500 city-states and 13 million people, not counting other small tribes.

Don't think that you are the only one who has been exposed to the outside world.

How many outsiders are there in the Eastern Islands even if they are added together? 300,000 or 400,000?

Let alone flintlock rifles, even if they let the battleships come over and use the ship-borne artillery to bombard us, how long will it take to kill so many of us?

What's the use of powerful military force?

How can they conquer the land under our feet?"

A glimpse of the whole picture is a little different from what most proud people in the Old World imagine.

The natives at this stage have never regarded them as the mortal enemy of dangerous populations.

They have fierce internal struggles, and their hostility to other city-states that compete with them for living space is stronger than that to outsiders.

Most people just wanted to defeat the other side with the help of outsiders, and did not regard the sparsely populated colonists as their opponents.

They never regarded the Taino people on the eastern islands as their own people, and there was no anti-colonial sentiment of common hatred.

This is the mainstream idea of ​​the entire indigenous group.

Or those outsiders are just a group of war agents used by them.

"You are too careless, my..."

Seeing that everyone agreed with each other's expressions, Wyandot swallowed the word "Captain" that was already on his lips.

He now has too little information.

Even though he had seen the prosperity of the Old World with his own eyes, he himself did not believe that the Castilians could really conquer the entire Yucatan Island, let alone convince his people.

He retreated behind his grandfather and secretly decided to send "Swift Eagle" immediately after the meeting to ask the captain to find a way to help his people.

Following Byron through many wars, he has gradually formed the captain's omnipotent thinking stamp in his mind.

[Historical Corrector] Effect 1:

"Your anchor is more stable.

The object with whom you have an anchor connection will also be more easily drawn into a certain historical vortex with you, approaching various unknowns and secrets."

And this time, the one who was dragged into the center of the vortex and prepared to drag Byron in with him was [Artillery Expert] Wyandot!

When the meeting was held in Chichen Itza, Byron was still on the Great Taiman Island, doing a great cause to promote the rapid development of human civilization.

- Composting!

Under his command, a large amount of waste from the planting industry: straw, stems, weeds, fallen leaves of trees;

Production or domestic garbage: pond mud, rotten vegetables; and excrement from the breeding industry: poultry and livestock feces, domestic flushing wastewater, etc. were gathered together by the hired workers.

"Group One, take the guillotine and crush the plant stalks, stems, and branches into a maximum length of 10 cm.

Don't know how long 10 cm is? Just the same as the one in my hand.

Group Two, take the wooden shovel, mix all the raw materials, and then cover them with straw. Be careful to avoid sun, rain and wind to prevent fertility loss.

You are responsible for taking care of the compost and turning the pile every three or four weeks. It can be used after about three months.

Before that, no one is allowed to be curious. If the crops are poisoned, I will whip you."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Governor."

Byron personally confirmed that there were no mistakes, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Who said that his ancestors did not contribute to human technology?

At least in the era of agricultural civilization, this is undoubtedly cutting-edge black technology, which can be compared with the pearl of industry!

Beside him is Catherine, who is wearing a lady's dress, white stockings and high heels.

When the weather gets hot, she always likes to stay close to Byron.

Even if a [Storm Knight] does not activate the ability of the Son of Storm, he always has a cool breeze blowing on his body.

Even if he is always wearing formal clothes, he is not hot at all.

And the air barrier automatically isolates the smell of compost.

The two of them standing together are like returning to the childhood of the family with children, when they hugged Prince Sorenburg's arms on the left and right and listened to his adventure stories.

But when the compost pile was just completed and just needed to wait for natural fermentation.

Catherine's beautiful lake green eyes suddenly burst into golden spiritual light.

From the looks of it, it seems that her wealth has skyrocketed, pushing her spirituality forward by a big step.

"Ah! What's going on? I didn't do anything, how can I suddenly become rich?"

At the same time, as if sensing something, Byron pulled her up and turned around and ran, and quickly came to the "Earl's Mansion" not far away.

Rushed into Catherine's toilet.

Boom——!

The dazzling golden light instantly stung the eyes of the two people.

In the middle of the toilet, a toilet made of pure gold for Catherine was emitting golden light.

They even seemed to hear the hymns from heaven surrounding them, full of sacred breath.

"Holy! Holy!"

The logbook automatically updates: [Second-level holy relic · Golden toilet]

It was achieved because of the creation of the original raw materials for composting.

Deeds: "You are the destination of the reincarnation of grains, you are the promoter of the natural cycle, and you are the gospel of the vast number of famine hunters"

Effect: 1. Greatly improve the efficiency of composting.

Normal composting takes sixty to three months. Now, as long as the composting conditions are met, even the humus under the ground layer of the rainforest can be quickly enhanced in just a few days.

From now on, there is no need to worry about the loss of soil fertility. Even the land within the influence range of the toilet will be slowly transformed into precious black soil.

2. It can solidify nitrogen in the air like some special legumes and microorganisms, and convert it into an endless supply of nitrogen fertilizer.

You can choose to directly apply it to the soil, or extract it separately and apply it to other places.

It starts as a second-level holy relic, and then it will continue to be promoted as its influence spreads.

It is possible that it will become a zero-level holy relic in the end!

"We are rich, we are really rich."

The holy relic is much more valuable than the same weight of gold, or even the 50,000 pounds of spoils.

With the help of [Second-level holy relic·Golden Toilet], this place will soon become the most suitable land for farming in the entire Bantaan Islands!

Byron also suddenly realized that his biggest golden finger was not the [Ship Log] that was suspected to be related to the God of the Wild Hunt, but a series of knowledge about the progress of civilization in his mind.

He believed that this was the first [Holy Relic] he created by himself, but it was definitely not the last one.

"Little Taiman and Taimanbulak are also our lands, but they are too far away.

It's unknown when the Great Taiman Island will be fully developed, let alone them.

Why hasn't my development order come down yet? The Taiman Islands can't realize its potential at all."

Then, he slowly lowered his head and stared at the golden toilet.

"I just don't know what it's like to use a holy relic to go to the toilet?

Even the Pope of St. Peter's Cathedral in the Holy Silver Empire doesn't have this treatment, right?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"As long as I can unbutton my pants first, Catherine will definitely."

But the latter kicked him out with a quick kick.

"Go!"

"Stingy, will you die if you pee on me?!"

Just when he was about to scold his sister for being disloyal, [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred came over like the wind and shouted from afar:

"Captain, it's bad. A group of people just occupied Little Taiman Island and Taiman Brak Island with great fanfare.

Now they are starting to build a camp."

Byron no longer cared about the first time he fought with Catherine for the holy relic golden toilet.

"Who is it? Did you see the flag clearly?"

Even Alfred, a nearly invincible transcendent at the second level, looked solemn:

"It's the Skinning Cult!"