Pirate Kingship-Chapter 643 - 453: Return to the Homeland, Death God is Here (6300 merged)!_2

Catherine playfully stuck out her tender pink tongue. She did not have Byron's [Nautical Logbook] and could not tell where other things originated from. Only now did she realize that staring at those highly polished financial statements in the office was hardly comparable to sitting here and experiencing the subtle changes firsthand, which made her more acutely aware of the importance of the colonies.

A year later, they not only returned to their homeland with a different status, but they had also had a profound and lasting impact on the place.

"Byron, this must be the strategy of the colonies encircling the homeland and ultimately seizing the kingdom's power by force that you talked about, isn't it?"

The most important sunrise industry under their family's banner, the Standard Whale Oil Company, had already begun normal operations. As The Golden Deer sailed back from the Southern Continent, a large quantity of whale oil was shipped in sync, and support personnel were gradually stationed on Island No. 1 of the Centaur Archipelago. A select few powers with the right connections, using Beast Tamers and flying beasts, were among the first to transport goods to the Old Continent. If operated well, this could be another road to the throne of the world's wealthiest.

And Violet brought back the largest batch of whale oil to her research center, the Torrent Fortress, and gathered a large group of Tower Sequence [Artisans] and [Naturalists] to tackle the problem. Equipped with exceptional resource advantages, and guided by technologies like rubber and steam engines, they firmly believed it wouldn't be long before they could build the first practical whale oil-powered steam engine.

When the first whale oil-powered steam engine was launched, it signified that the next season was about to unfold! It was also the beginning of the Sacred Golden Empire's demotionary attack on less advanced countries. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

However, Byron didn't just bring his sister back to Melrose Street on his first day back in Kingston to reminisce about old times. It was also because the area attracted a large number of upper-middle-class individuals and artists who often had insider information about the noble estates, clearly making it an excellent spot to gather intelligence. Although Catherine maintained good relationships with many old friends from the Grenville family, Succubus Therese, having acquired a new identity forged by Catherine, had also infiltrated the capital city early on. But firsthand observations and hearsay were undoubtedly more timely. Byron urgently needed firsthand intelligence on the current disputes between the Royalist Party and the Earl's Party within the Royal Capital.

Sitting leisurely here, sipping coffee, Divine Sight captured intelligence within a few kilometers radius and transferred it directly to his brain. Together with his [Nautical Logbook], which worked as long as it was within his sensory reach, he alone was equal to an elite intelligence troop.

Behind the café, in a dark alley, a carriage bearing a noble crest slowly stopped in front of an inconspicuous door. Byron recognized it as belonging to Viscount Owen of the Royalist Party faction, currently serving in the City Guards, and even one of the few high-ranking officers.

The door cracked open, and a still-charming matron stood by the entrance, lifting her skirt to curtsy. "Viscount Owen, you've arrived quite early today. Please come in."

A middle-aged man with a somewhat gloomy face stepped down from the carriage, wrapped in a cloak, and said, not too politely, "Cut the chatter. The invitations sent to my estate mentioned you've acquired some top-notch goods from the Remit slave traders, is that true?"

The woman replied with a serious expression, "Certainly. The theme this time is a Demon Monster party. We have prepared Lonely Reef Minotaur, Swamp Giant Squid, Forest Giants, Ironback Hippopotamus, Spore Mantis, among other prime goods, attracting enthusiasts of this sort. I must remind you, though, to be careful with the Spore Mantis. After the deed is done, you should run quickly because they have… a unique habit of eating the males after the wedding night."

The Viscount, far from being frightened, actually gleamed with excitement. "What do you know? Is that a flaw? Shouldn't it be an even more thrilling selling point? Quick, lead me in to claim a Spore Mantis before someone else snatches them all."

The first conversation overheard through Divine Sight made Byron spit out his coffee.

"COUGH, COUGH... COUGH, COUGH..."

He knew the private lives of the upper nobility were decadent and extravagant, but he had not anticipated it reaching such a degree.

Are you sure the word 'girl' wasn't left out after 'Demon Monster'? That it's not 'Demon Monster Girls' they're talking about, but actual Demon Monsters? This is venturing beyond the realm of ordinary human peculiarity, isn't it?

And this sort of establishment was brazenly hidden on Melrose Street, clearly indicating that its owner had incredibly far-reaching connections. If time were turned back a year and cousin Edward was also here, Byron would definitely have instigated him… to personally go and provide some criticism. Just like the countless troubles the brothers had stirred up from childhood, one bold in making plans, the other brave in executing them. But now, he immediately blocked out information from that building.

"What's wrong?" Catherine saw Byron choking and quickly helped him clean up.

Byron waved his hand, with no intention of sharing such explosive visuals with his sister. "No, it's nothing. I just suddenly feel that our Miss Succubus Therese has a long and arduous road ahead in her social work within the Royal Capital's noble circles. She might... not be extreme enough!"

After mentally preparing and cautiously screening several times more, Byron finally heard what he wanted to hear. The conversation came from a nearby army officer's lounge. A few Transcendent officers of the Fortress Sequence were playing Whist Cards while chatting.

An officer began speaking: