Pirate Kingship-Chapter 572 - 417: Fourth-Order Gunsmith: Death Roulette Bet!
It’s no exaggeration to say that Byron’s strength might only correspond to a modest 2.3 out of a possible 4 in his Order. However, his allure could conservatively be estimated at the level of a Sixth Order demigod, making him nearly invincible in the mortal world!
Yet, having used that deadly appealing charm to tantalize the "Succubus Princess" and left her yearning, he hadn’t appeared at Atahualpa’s Royal Palace for several consecutive days.
The Succubus Princess was left drooling with desire, waiting and waiting, but Byron never took the initiative to knock on her door for the marriage trial.
Impatient and restless, she felt as though countless insects were crawling all over her body, a sensation that only intensified as time passed.
The most painful thing in the world isn’t "the flowers have feelings, but the flowing water is heartless," but "he is clearly within reach, yet as distant as the ends of the earth."
She couldn’t help but send her Maids, commanding them to make a round trip to the main hall’s entrance every hour.
But the answer from The Fourth Prince remained the same: His Majesty, the Lord of Heaven, is preparing for the coronation ceremony at the Holy Lake, and will return shortly.
The succubus had yet to sow her controlling seeds in him through intimate relations, and with no way to find him, she was helpless.
Yet, whenever midnight dreams returned, her ’fluids’ would shamelessly flow from her.
She had thought about seeking relief from Captain of the Guard Xin Qi Luo Ka, a Fourth Order Mythical Creature, but the man was not only devoted but also a man of his word. Having said he would withdraw from the courting ceremony, he did so completely, even refusing her invitations to meet.
This caused the guards stationed in her palace residence to suffer greatly; each of them seemed to age more than ten years.
Had the succubus not experienced delicacies from land and sea, finding dry rations difficult to swallow, those dozen or so guards would likely not have survived a single night.
In reality, Byron had not stayed in Hot Spring City Kahamaka at all.
That day, after a battle that wowed everyone and secured him command over The Fourth Prince’s coronation ceremony, he had taken The Golden Deer back to his first scientific research base—the Sparrow Archipelago.
This land, once privately occupied by Colonizers, now received official endorsement from Atahualpa, the Governor of Chinchasuyu, and the entire "deserted island" was gifted to Byron.
Atahualpa is, in some ways, a person like me. Discovering I could marshal the winds and command the rain and act as a surprise weapon against his other brothers, he immediately took the initiative to deepen our ties of mutual interest.
This group of islands, consisting of 13 small islands and 19 rock reefs, totaled over 7,500 square kilometers. It was presented to me just like that—far more generous than Edward IV.
The Tayman Archipelago, an Earldom of barely 260 square kilometers, was exchanged with our own territorial land. In comparison, I, the prospective Count of Torrentfort, have not even seen a speck of land.
Even I, someone who has seen the world, can’t help but exclaim to Atahualpa, ’What a magnanimous Boss!’
We both serve as lords to others, so why is there such a vast difference in the way we conduct ourselves?
Of course, if I can help Atahualpa become King, everything is negotiable. Not just a mere island, but even ports within the Empire, leased lands, and fortresses would all be merely a word away.
The incident with the Little Hound stealing the Sun Crown, even if eventually exposed, will be of no consequence whatsoever.
However, if he loses his life in the struggle for the throne, all his promises will vanish into thin air, like drawing water with a bamboo basket.
This Fourth Order Mythical Creature must advance, and preferably before the coronation ceremony!
I don’t have much time left to prepare.
Dressed in a white coat that was becoming increasingly popular among the Bloodthirsty Cult and The Skinners’ Church, Byron walked through this island, a place where everything seemed exceptionally large.
In the newly cleared, simple camp, many wooden buildings constructed using Black Sorcery had already risen from the ground.
Days ago, Byron had received a research and development plan, formulated overnight by the Scroll Kings of the Bloodthirsty Cult, and had conveniently allocated materials, funds, and an experimental site.
Most of the Grand Wizards from the Bloodthirsty Cult, along with their apprentices, had already moved to the Sparrow Archipelago. This biological haven, rich in species, was where they began to devoutly research the mass production of rubber, preparing the industry for vulcanized rubber and Whale Oil Steam Engines.
They also happened to become neighbors with Charles, the Naturalist, and Louis, Mr. "Not," who were conducting biological research here.
Putting these two groups together, they seemed to complement each other perfectly.
"Oh, Creator! The pea hybridization experiment by the Father of Healing is nothing short of divine revelation! This is the fundamental driver of changes in biological forms—absolutely marvelous.
Genes and hereditary laws are indeed the intrinsic factors in the adaptive evolution of species I discovered. My findings are the expression.
However, these genetic mutations should be random, possibly better or worse. There must be some selection mechanism at play. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
I must record it all..."
Listening to the sounds coming from Charles, the Naturalist, in the makeshift laboratory, Byron couldn’t help but show a hint of anticipation on his face.
Though the people are no longer the same as in the history of my previous life, the twin pillars of life science still stand.
I wonder what changes the meeting of these two mutually affirming theories will bring to the Old Continent ruled by the Church?
In any case, it won’t be what the Traditional Faction, which bears a grudge against my family, would like to see.
Sooner or later, when the walls come tumbling down and everyone starts pushing, I’ll shoot them in the back. Yes, in the name of the York Family. HEHEHE...
He walked past a group of hairy tripe mushrooms, which had bull tails and bull feet, scrambling about on the ground.
