Chapter 295: 288, too despicable, too shaless
Golden Ram Herolf was eager to return to St. Michael Island, and his Magical Alchemy Warship was fast, already leaving his fleet of ships far behind.
nilman’s fleet had long since separated Golden Ram Herolf’s Magical Alchemy Warship and his twenty-so standard warships. By the ti Golden Ram Herolf realized, under the threat of three Sacred Order mbers, the pirates of those twenty-so ships had all surrendered.
Witnessing this scene, Herolf wanted to fight again but no longer had the courage, and he could only watch helplessly as nilman took his twenty-so ships away.
Although Herolf’s heart ached, he remained confident with a Magical Alchemy Warship still in his possession, as regular warships could be recruited at will. After all, St. Michael Island always had hundreds of rchant, war, and slave trade ships docking, so he could quickly restore his strength.
He cursed loudly into the sky for quite so ti before realizing, why was there no one to respond from St. Michael Island? He had left a few ships on the island, and the slave traders and underground rchants’ ships would normally join in the commotion. Why was there no sign of them this ti?
Herolf brought down the warship and directed the Magical Alchemy Warship toward St. Michael Island. When he arrived back at his base and stepped out of the cabin, he saw that the entire St. Michael Island was deserted; the usually bustling slaves and lower-rank pirates, the ships docked at the ports, even the taverns, shops, and exchanges that should have been lively were all eerily silent.
Herolf was dumbfounded and soared into the sky to scout layer by layer, growing increasingly disheartened. He couldn’t accept the reality—how could St. Michael Island suddenly be empty?
He even doubted if he had gone to the wrong place.
But the familiar buildings confird that he had not made a mistake—this was St. Michael Island. Moreover, he had just summoned the spirit of Saint Michael, which responded as readily as ever, so there could be no mistake!
It wasn’t until Herolf reached the first layer of Saint Michael City that he saw the familiar guards, who had mixed emotions upon seeing him. They also saw how nilman’s fleet seed to deliberately keep the Magical Alchemy Warship separated from the ordinary warships, and Herolf, disregarding the regular warships, was desperately sailing towards St. Michael Island, leading all the warships to be entangled by nilman’s fleet.
nilman appeared to be intentionally maintaining the battle situation, not even attacking much with cannons, just keeping a restraining distance.
Only after Golden Ram Herolf returned to St. Michael Island did nilman, with three Sacred Order mbers, withdraw, then strike full force, taking down the “last twenty-so warships” of the Golden Ram’s fleet in one fell swoop.
Well, St. Michael Island didn’t have a single ship left—Charles’s move was much darker than nilman’s.
Golden Ram Herolf might not have realized during the battle, but his pirates on the first layer saw it clearly—nilman played with Golden Ram Herolf like a child, making this sea battle a classic.
nilman’s strategy wasn’t very complex; he simply exploited Golden Ram Herolf’s fear and eagerness to return to St. Michael Island, waiting until he got back and activated Saint Michael’s spirit before closing in for the kill.
Actually, Golden Ram Herolf still had a chance. He could have turned the Magical Alchemy Warship around to rescue his warships, but he missed the opportunity, not daring to leave the protection of Saint Michael’s spirit, and watched helplessly as nilman won the battle and reaped a rich war bounty.
By taking those twenty-so warships, nilman also gained a large number of experienced, skilled sailors, instantly becoming the largest fleet in the Whale Sea. Except for lacking a Magical Alchemy Warship, there were almost no flaws.
The morale of these pirates was nearly broken.
Charles klen had just robbed St. Michael Island clean, and now it was nilman’s turn, but it truly left the Golden Ram’s fleet without a pot to piss in.
If this were ancient China, such a scene would undoubtedly entail a drama of monarchs and ministers weeping in despair, but the Golden Ram Herolf was just a pirate from the Old Continent, and he had just been inford of the shenanigans Charlotte had pulled on St. Michael Island.
Charlotte had done these deeds in his true form, so the mont Herolf heard about it, he knew that it was this despicable bastard who had stolen his Queen Bee ship.
Golden Ram Herolf was so angry his hands trembled. He had gone to Notruden Island and inquired about the Queen Bee. Although he thought several tis about taking it back by force, he never had the opportunity. After all, the Queen Bee was in the hands of Princess May, and Notruden was the capital of the Inglima Empire, filled with countless Sacred Order mbers. Would they really allow a pirate leader to wreak havoc? He had long spied for a chance but returned only with festering hatred.
Herolf had also gathered information about Charles klen.
Since Charles was a man of Fars, the rumors about him in Inglima were wild and varied, the most sensational being that as a servant of Fars, while on a mission to Inglima, he had chanced upon the widowed Princess May and was so awestruck by her beauty that he was relentless in his pursuit.
The son of Count Ranmalock, the youngest lion of Notruden, Ban Lanmalock, couldn’t stand watching his obscene antics and issued a challenge.
The two fought a duel on the River Seventure, witnessed by Emperor Alfred Guillau, and this despicable and shaless man resorted to cunning to defeat Notruden’s youngest lion.
Princess May originally had no regard for this man, but after he learned of the princess’s fondness for novels, he took up the pen himself. Disguising himself as a female author, he used the feminine pseudonym Annie MacLennan to write a total of four novels to win the princess’s favor…
As for the gossip about giving away second-hand carriages, that was a complete ss.
On the contrary, the act of giving away the Queen Bee ship was rarely discussed because it reflected too positively on Charles, sothing the Inglima People were uncomfortable to acknowledge.
Despite his infamous reputation, when the people of Inglima talked about him, they strangely felt a sense of endearnt, as if he were a mischievous child of their own, without too much hate.
Most of that was because Charles was also an official of Englima, with legitimate duties and a political identity, also considered one of their own in the hearts of the Inglima People.
This gossip even overshadowed the old tale from Fars, Charles’s hotown, where he was once pursued by a gentleman with a sword and had to run naked through the streets.
The Golden Ram Herolf couldn’t help but curse loudly, “Charles, you are too despicable, too shaless, how could you stoop to do such things?”
“How could you do such things to Saint Michael?!”
“This hatred, this vengeance, we can’t coexist under the sa sky!”
“I swear I will kill Charles, this despicable little man, this utterly shaless wretch.”
Charles had never imagined that one day a great pirate would damn him as despicable and shaless…
Well, that’s very Charles.
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