Pirate Kingship-Chapter 872 - 516: The East Wind Blows, War Drums Pound, Two Letters for Reinforcements (Part 3)
Silently, he warned himself not to impulsively betray this powerful partner before truly understanding her strength and hidden cards.
Thus, he maintained a humble, bowing posture until she finished performing a piece, and only then did he slowly relay the key points of the current throne war’s movements and the Royalist Party’s plans to her.
In particular, he explained to her the Royalist Party’s biggest concern at the moment—Byron Lancaster, the Uncrowned King, who is always watching the throne.
"Your Majesty Lorraine, we have basically confirmed that the last Lancaster is not yet truly Fifth Order, and his ability to wield Fifth Order strength is very limited.
But the strength of the Pirate Fleet in his hands, which defeated the Treasure Fleet, cannot be underestimated, and the consequences would be unpredictable if it suddenly joined the battlefield. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
If a secret cooperation is reached with the Kingmaker Warwick, we could suffer greatly."
The Demon Lord opposite turned back, revealing a mature, intellectual, and bewitchingly captivating face.
He said to the Devil Duke slowly, with an authoritative tone that brooked no argument:
"Go ahead and act, I will intervene at the critical moment.
Not only the undead wander at the edge of the world, but also my... Phantom Fleet!
According to the current level of the Source Tide, the activities of the Ancient God’s Chosen Races in the Inland Sea are somewhat difficult, but within the North Sea, participating in battles is absolutely no problem."
Upon hearing this, Richard finally felt a sense of relief.
Without hesitation, he signed a contract with the other party: after the war, regardless of victory or defeat, they must sacrifice one percent of the entire nation’s population as the military expense for the other party’s dispatch of troops.
If violated, his soul would belong to the other party.
The Devil Duke sent off Lorraine, his strongest card for seizing the throne, and returned to the study to sit at the desk. He looked at the nautical chart placed on the desk and the pre-determined location for the decisive battle and fell silent.
After a long time, he slowly uttered a name:
"Strait of Dover..."
This is where it all began, and it shall also be where it all ends (Chapter One).
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The east wind blows, the war drums beat, and the footsteps of the homeland’s great battle are gradually approaching, tightening the Spring Drive throughout the Sacred Golden Empire located in the colony.
Especially the industrial center, Torrent Fortress, which had long since become the war engine of the entire Empire and even the entire world.
Bang bang bang...
The powerful roar of the Zero-Level Sacred Relic: Whale Oil Steam Engine never ceased, and white steam permeated half of the city.
Mechanical Engineers and workers, wearing goggles and work clothes, each performing their duties in the factory in an orderly manner.
The intertwining of whale oil, steam, and gears... the smell of whale oil punk grew increasingly strong.
With the help of the Whale Oil Steam Engine, the production efficiency of major factories increased more than a hundredfold.
Take the most important Heavy Cruiser, for example; about every two days, a modified warship with cut decks is launched from the factory, and at least one newly built warship made of teak wood is launched every month.
The fleet’s number increased dramatically by thirty-three ships after the year, with its privateers, pirates, and Navy all entering a state of closed training.
And notably, a large number of Tower Sequence Transcendents from the Old Continent Nations, in order to avoid disaster, joined Torrent Fortress, so their high-end human resources were no longer strained.
Moreover, the working attitude of these people is extremely enthusiastic, with each being a workaholic.
According to an interview conducted by the newly created "Labor People’s Daily" of the Governor’s Mansion of Torrent Fortress, the current mainstream attitude is surprisingly consistent:
"You ask me what I think of overtime?
How else can I see it? In today’s chaotic Old Continent economic depression, is this an overtime we can work if we want?
We are incredibly fortunate to join such a stable and powerful company, where we don’t have to worry about unemployment; it’s simply paradise here!
Moreover, using the word ’overtime’ is simply inappropriate for us. How can such a cold, unfeeling term come from the mouths of such passionate workers?
Overtime implies putting Miss Willette and me at opposing ends; do you even consider me one of your own?
So, where is the saying of overtime? It’s all part of my job!
Moreover, is our overtime for Miss Willette?
Sure, she indeed earns a little gold pound from our labor, but compared to my gains, her gains are insignificant.
On a smaller scale, my Artisan abilities and skills are honed through overtime; on a larger scale, my spirituality is elevated through it.
In this city belonging to strivers, my willpower rises alongside the rising sun at five every morning.
Today’s work, you let me do it, I must do it, and even if you don’t let me, no one can stop me.
Hey, Miss Willette has arrived, have you seen about my application to change jobs to Whale Oil Mechanic..."
As long as the Artisans can learn the prerequisite knowledge and do their jobs well in the factory, the Order of Whale Oil Mechanic will rapidly advance.
The saying that work makes me happy is not an empty phrase, as every Whale Oil Mechanic will become the factory’s most beloved "Sacred Body of the Later Worker."
And it’s a win-win that’s pleasing to everyone, with absolutely no need to doubt their subjective enthusiasm.
With the manpower problem solved, aside from a large number of bolt-action rifles, another weapon for boarding and street fighting has been successfully produced:
Violet and her old mother discussed compensating her treasure, the Pump-action Shotgun—"Sleeve Sword Model 1473."
