Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 839 - 720: Planning and Turmoil Rise Again
Deep in the Far Sails Territory of the Aimoer Peninsula by the Golden Sea, the twilight deepens as the sun sets in the west.
"Aiven, the intelligence from the frontline has come back. The last territory in the New Hilus Vice-Kingdom, Saint Domingo Island, has just been breached. The Voodoo Sect entrenched there has already withdrawn, and we suffered no losses.
The colonial authorities of various allied countries have also submitted their demands, just waiting for your approval.
At a crucial moment, you are being too careless, aren't you? This isn't just about acquiring a house; it's New Hilus with a total area of over 4 million square kilometers, filled with fertile lands and precious metal mines!"
Originally a foothold and the furthest into the Golden Sea, the Far Sails Territory, closest to the New Hilus Vice-Kingdom, has become a temporary command center where high-level officials from various allied countries have gathered.
However, all the high-level officials, including the kings of various nations, are well aware that they are merely companions to the Crown Prince's studies, and this land has long been completely marked with the Galliot symbol.
Apart from his undisputed contributions to this war, no other kingdom has the strength to take down New Hilus, separated by a Black Sea, and they also can't stop the subsequent actions of the remaining three colonies of the Southern Continent and the Hilus Mainland.
Being able to have a share of the soup is a treatment unseen for hundreds of years, and the bone soup of Hilus is unbelievably rich.
"My Majesty, the outcome has been predetermined since the end of the 'Battle of Dierben Castle,' so there's nothing surprising for me.
The Fluorescent Sea here is a rare natural wonder, why not take the time to enjoy life? Beautiful scenery cannot be missed!"
Still stationed in Far Sail Port, Liweina looked at the beautiful figure standing beside Aiven in the video call and thought: 'And a beauty is not to be missed either?'
A vague emotion couldn't help but well up in Liweina's mind, perhaps, maybe, probably... jealousy.
"Besides, isn't the purpose of having retainers to make life a bit easier so that one can do the things they enjoy? If I have to personally handle everything, what's the use of them?"
In the past few days, after organizing military forces to launch surprise attacks on the capitals of New Hilus, cutting off communication between various strongholds, the possibility of them uniting to resist was minimized.
With three Peak Official Wizards from the 'Mechanical Immortality School' taking action, they forced Vice King Flavio of the New Hilus Vice-Kingdom to surrender and then used some subtle means on him. Aiven and Olivia became hands-off bosses.
There's not much left to do.
Since the Spirit Tide shifted back a thousand kilometers before, the east-west span of New Hilus is now a little over half.
With the assistance of Sky Knights and the [Dream Cruise], soldiers carrying a handwritten letter of persuasion from Vice King Flavio managed to easily subdue most cities in the territory within a few days.
Of course, as the world's number one power, Hilus still had loyalists. Some cities ignored orders from their superiors and continued to carry out their duties steadfastly, but it amounted to nothing.
They all became tragic spirits under the air raids.
With coordinated land, sea, and air forces along with peak battle strengths, if even such a simple task as picking up the spoils couldn't be done right, then it would be truly inappropriate. So, Aiven, taking time out to relax, felt no burden at all.
He was like a true boss with countless followers, effortlessly content.
When the news that the entire New Hilus Vice-Kingdom had been completely breached returned, Aiven was strolling with Olivia on a beachfront in Far Sails Territory, enjoying the strange sight that suddenly appeared today—the Fluorescent Waves.
Aiven dressed casually in a white shirt, with his military pants rolled up to his calves, and barefoot.
Beside him, Olivia wore a white beach sundress, with her black braided hair intertwined with a silver ribbon, tied into a cute bow at the end, with a large blue Cattleya Orchid tucked beside her temple.
The girl was also barefoot, her toenails painted a sparkling blue, like perfectly polished dazzling sapphires. Her feet, white and almost transparent, left a delicate trail of footprints as she walked on the fine sandy beach.
Refreshing and bright, like a gleam of light slipping quietly through the forest.
The waves under their feet, resembling flowing blue luminescence, each holding a coconut, sipping as they strolled hand in hand on the beautiful fluorescent beach, as if walking amidst the splendor of the starry river.
Beside them, an activated [Memory Crystal] automatically captured the scene in 360 degrees without any blind spots, recording this beautiful moment.
Others may not understand the principles, but Aiven was clear about this phenomenon.
It's caused by a special kind of algae, "dinoflagellates," somewhere between animal and plant, multiplying explosively to create this stunning sight, almost rivaling the splendid auroras of the Arctic.
Upon seeing this magnificent scene through "video communication," Liweina, who lacked an aesthetic sense for such things, slightly puckered her lips: "You, with your enthusiasm, make me look like your retainer."
"Ha, although you don't want the land, the value of those thirty Level 3 Battleships from the Invincible Fleet, under the current circumstances, is far more than their intrinsic worth.
Plus, the cost of the modifications and transportation I personally handled is definitely more significant than the mining rights they want. Isn't my heartfelt patriotism worth your two months of delay?"
In group operations, there's naturally a stage for distributing spoils. Although not finalized, the demands and contributions of each party broadly match.
Full land ownership goes to Aiven, while most allied nations traded their wartime credits for shares in precious metal mines, seemingly the least disadvantageous option.
As for Liweina, she didn't ask for any real gold or silver, but instead took some of the captured warships from the Invincible Fleet, and Aiven generously assigned the best-maintained ones to his kingdom.
This was in return for Liweina's decision to stay and fight alongside them earlier, even requesting assistance from the Kingdom Guardian.
As for Aiven himself, with three Legendary Battleships at his command, maintaining roughly twenty Battleships was more than sufficient.
"Ahem... Come back soon."
Then the call was disconnected.
The rule of those whose mouths are fed and hands are tied, and the return is far greater than the effort put in,
next time if there's such a good thing again, Liweina wouldn't mind lowering the queen's stature and modesty, and boldly saying to Aiven: "Marquis, your queen is up for it!"
Whoosh—
The setting sun fully sunk into the sea at the horizon, as the fluorescent waves became increasingly brilliant, a slightly cool night breeze also refused to stay silent.
Despite being in the tropics, the season has indeed reached deep winter. Aiven thoughtfully took a warm-colored knitted sweater from the [Witchcraft Garden] wardrobe and put it on his charming fiancée, while drawing her into his embrace.
As if just realizing, he looked across the Golden Sea and smiled lightly:
"The bleak autumn wind is here again, the world has changed!
Hesi, are you ready to become the mistress of this vast land?"
Leaning against Aiven's warm and sturdy chest, Olivia raised her head and blinked her beautiful, starlit eyes at him, with a slightly mischievous smile:
"It's a pity, my dad will never continue his smuggling business with New Hilus again."
"Heh heh, don't worry, haven't we already made our five-year, ten-year, and twenty-year plans? Your father-in-law's retirement life is very fulfilling, and this vast New Continent is waiting for him to cultivate it slowly."
Marquis Duke: ...feeling appreciated.
Now no one knows that, after defeating Hilus, what Aiven obtained was not just the 1,000 kilometers of the Western Coast with a total area of 4 million square kilometers. But more than 10 million square kilometers from the Six Great Lakes south, west of the Abayachi Mountains to the Broken Star Sea, half of the Northern Continent.
Others fear the Spirit Tide that ravages the inland as if it were a tiger, and the larger the territory, the greater the pressure.
But Aiven's Tree of Rest had long been planted by the Itasca River, if he actively dealt with high-level ghosts, in no time, this land could be restored to its original habitable state.
Moreover, after years of nurturing by the Spiritual Origin, the land would only become even more fertile than before.
And then, he has an even grander plan.
To construct a "World Bridge" through the "Balboa Isthmus," the narrowest connection between the north and south of the New Continent, linking the Black Sea and Broken Star Sea.
Once completed, ordinary ships would no longer need to circumnavigate the entire New Continent to travel between these two seas, and then he would dominate the Golden Sea, thereby leveraging complete control over the entire northern continent! 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
At this moment.
By independently slaying a Tier 4 Knight, the reputation forged with the life of a Tier 4 Knight laid a strong foundation for him to rule the New Continent like a Titled Knight.
And the real Tier 4 would not take long, soon! Very soon!
...
The global situation was surging and changing.
Source Continent.
Like a series of giant deep-water bombs, the massive waves from the previous "Battle of Dierben Castle" had not yet been fully digested when the news of the change in power of the New Hilus Vice-Kingdom stunned the civilized countries.
A name as loud as thunderous echoes lingered in their ears once again.
From the Church, Kingdom Guardians, Kings, down to nobles at all levels, big merchants, and bankers could not help but reassess that place, and the "young man" who could no longer be comprehended by age.
Those with wealth and an adventurous spirit have even begun their journeys, hoping to contact that "Sir" ahead of everyone else, expressing goodwill to seek cooperation, because who wouldn't want the gold and silver of the New Continent?
The Hilus Empire, of course, received the news earlier than anyone else, but...
It is said that the roaring like a lion in the Dome Palace lasted for half the night, and later news came out that a side hall "caught fire," and had to be rebuilt.
The second to receive the news was, of course, the mastermind behind this event, "Eye of Wealth."
The Kingdom of Frisia, Antwerp City, headquarters of the "Eye of Wealth."
"It's truly unexpected that this would be the end! But it's the best outcome for us, Hilus has taken quite a fall!"
The "Saint William Orange," who proposed the "sovereignty belongs to the people" principle, the modern "democratic system," the "God of Capital and Wealth," smiled and gently clapped his hands.
Standing beside him, responsible for executing the plan, the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Argo, slightly bowed:
"Sir, under our lead we've secretly assembled the most influential super-capitalists of continental countries, forming an even stronger 'Eye of Wealth.' In pursuit of the immense benefits of ruling the world, past competitors are insignificant.
The Master of Gold's [Capital Divine Position] will soon be successfully condensed, and the church has promised to provide us with a strong extraordinary support.
Taking advantage of the turmoil following Hilus's severe setback, it is time for our 'Lowland Republic' to officially stand on the world stage."
Then... they will follow the guidance of God and unleash another great wave.
Let the seeds of "democracy" spread throughout many countries, grasping the lifelines of many duchies and marquisates, and eventually driving a trend that will sweep the entire world, thoroughly sweeping at least the thousands of years-long feudal monarchy into the dustbin of history!
