Pirate Kingship-Chapter 627 - 445: I’ll Keep Your Secret for a Lifetime (6300 in One)_3
As he regained his original appearance, Byron could also quite distinctly feel a part of him that shared his bloodline. He only had to take a sniff to determine that the person was not from his mother's generation. It was most likely the son of one of his maternal uncles—his cousin.
As for whether he was an older or younger cousin? As long as he couldn't beat Byron, of course, they were all younger! Could he let someone take advantage of him?
"There are quite a few paternal relatives; this is the first maternal cousin. Not bad, not bad, he's like me."
Byron, born into royalty, had always yearned for maternal relatives, such as uncles. This was because it was an excellent tradition among royal families worldwide. Many kings in history books favored employing their maternal uncles, especially those kings or emperors who ascended to the throne at a young age. They often used their maternal uncles to stabilize their regime instead of relying on paternal uncles who shared their surname. The mystery behind this can only be understood by those in the know. It has more to do with political ecology and less with kinship.
By the time Byron became the last Lancaster, there was no longer a rigid need for this aspect of support. Then, to his pleasant surprise, a maternal relative descended from the heavens.
Seeing that his cousin needed a little more time to fully recover, Byron casually took over the Number 13 Crystal Skull. He activated [Blood Altar Flesh Jar] to recreate the bodies of those forty or fifty believers and Priests and pushed their souls back into them. He even thoughtfully prepared a robe for each of them with the Philosopher's Stone.
In an instant, the group was resurrected.
The Nether Authority, coveted by the Solar Deity System, was hardly more difficult for Byron, the [Lord of Heaven], than eating and drinking. Except for being a bit expensive and difficult to be widely used on the battlefield, there were no other problems.
Wait until I'm promoted to Fifth Order [False God], or when Dad is promoted to King of the Undying, maybe then there will be a chance to fish out Mother from the collective unconscious sea of the Bayfolk. By that time, the boundary between life and death in the Old Continent might also be less distinct!
Although Mother Heather Tudor didn't turn into foam on the sea at fifteen like the Little Mermaid in fairy tales, she too passed away under mysterious circumstances before Byron was three, not yet twenty years old.
Looking back on that event, there are far too many questions left unanswered. Byron planned to ask his father about it again.
He ordered the crew members to take those resurrected believers below deck. When he turned around, his cousin, the most powerful among the believers, had already stood up. He looked young, but his features were rugged, with seaweed-like dark green long hair hanging down to his shoulders. Standing at two and a half meters tall, he was even more robust than Eight Fingers, the Bayfolk Berserker, who was the largest of the pirate officers. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
He patted the Storage Curio on his waist, draped himself in a deep blue robe, and affixed a shiny Miracle brooch to it, instantly transforming into an elegant Mage.
His expression was still a bit dazed; he probably still had vague memories of what happened after his mutation. When he forcefully shook his head and his gaze refocused, the first thing he saw not far in front of him was the "black mermaid" he had just been chasing, asking her to procreate little fish with him.
Instantly, not only did goosebumps rise on his skin, but every hair on his head stood on end. Instinctively, from his Storage Curio, he took out a white, bone-like "magic wand." One end was embedded with a large sapphire, and the other swelled into... a Wolf Fang Club. Two meters long and thicker than an adult's thigh, its stark white bone spikes glinted coldly, intimidating anyone at a glance.
"HIYAH!"
His first move was a dazzling [Flash Technique] that lit up the entire deck, making it hard for everyone to keep their eyes open. Then, with both hands, he swung this uniquely shaped "magic wand." Wrapped in wind and thunder, with a deafening explosion of air, he fiercely smashed it toward the "black beauty"—no, it was the "black history" he had failed to fully obliterate multiple times!
CLANG—!
Amidst the flash of white light, a dark, heavy Big Spear suddenly appeared, accurately intercepting the Wolf Fang Club and staunchly blocking its path. Byron, with [Divine Sight], was not afraid of the [Flash Technique] that could only seal vision. No matter how hard Saranthe tried, the Big Spear didn't budge.
Once Saranthe recognized the gap between them, Byron spoke in a leisurely manner, "Friend, she is, after all, your lifesaver. It's not nice to greet her with violence upon meeting. Please put away your Wolf Fang Club."
Although he was speaking seriously, his mind was swirling with numerous wicked thoughts: Look at the Black Mermaid's shiny bald head, those muscular arms, and the nearly off-the-charts female fish hormones. How could I let you easily destroy the evidence? Little brother, this secret of yours, I plan to feast on it for life! After all, you wouldn't want your relatives and friends back home to know about what you've done in the Southern Continent, would you?
At that moment, Saranthe had also fully regained his senses. He knew that even if he killed this "black history" as before, a sixth, then a seventh, would soon appear before him. Thus, he slowly retracted the Wolf Fang Club in his hand and, staring into Byron's eyes, earnestly corrected, "Thank you, and your men, for saving me and the followers of His Excellency, [Whale Hunters]. But I must emphasize one thing—I am an elegant Mage, with the dream of becoming a God of Mages. This here is not any kind of Wolf Fang Club, but the magic wand I'm accustomed to using."
