"Your Majesty the Governor, some of the supplies sent by the Duke of Annecy have been distributed to the pirates who came out of prison." Luas reported softly to Vitor, who was sitting in the office of the Governor's Mansion.
"We have almost eliminated the real pirates, and those poor people who were just led astray and did not commit any trouble should not be called pirates. They have a chance to change their ways, and I am willing to Give them such a chance." Vitor looked at the batch of documents placed in front of his desk tiredly and corrected Luas.
"Then what are you going to do with the remaining supplies, the Governor?"
"Leave it to Butler Rossis. He is much more familiar with Norton than we are. He will distribute these things reasonably."
“My concern is whether the supplies are getting to the people in need.”
"Don't worry, the nobles here are not interested in black bread and old clothes." Vitor organized the documents on the table and put them aside.
"During my time as governor, I have done some things within my power. I don't have the ability to decide the future direction of this sea area, but I can still make him slightly prefer the good side." Vitor rubbed Rubbing his eyes, he continued to say to Luas: "Are all Norton's nobles and officials here?"
Luas replied: "Except for the death of Viscount Andrew of Red Rose Port due to illness, the death of Earl Ikanade of Catterall, and the death of Baron Gill of Kraft Town on the Norton border, other people who hold important positions have not yet arrived. Most of the nobles and officials have gathered in the conference hall of the Governor's Mansion, waiting for your arrival, Lord Governor."
"They quite respect me as the governor, so let them wait a little longer." Vitor nodded, and then took the wanted poster hanging next to his desk in front of him, "This one is called Plisson. Have the pirates been caught?”
"My subordinates are incompetent and haven't found any trace of this guy."
"You implanted the poison into his body. Even if he can temporarily relieve his symptoms with curative drugs, he will probably die in the end." Vitor looked at the young Jolsa on the wanted order, his rose-red eyes There was a strange light shining in his pupils.
"I remember you said that when you were fighting him, his body mutated for some unknown reason. His strength and speed increased astonishingly, and he grew a pair of wings, right?"
"Yes, his own strength is only that of a high-level knight. Although he is superb in swordsmanship, his physical fitness is far from comparable to that of an awakened person. But when he was fighting with me, something strange suddenly happened. He didn't know what he drank. Suddenly a pair of wings grew out, and the strength and speed were greatly increased. He was even fighting with me for a while." Luas recalled what happened on the day of the raid on Black Crow Port, and he felt the changes in this body. The leader of Black Crow Port, her memory is particularly profound.
"What are the obvious features of his mutation? Is it just an extra pair of black wings?" Vitor asked again.
"More than that, let me think about it, oh, by the way, his hair and eyes have turned pure black, and he also lost a lot of feathers. I even picked up one, which looks like a crow's tail feather." Luas didn't know. He took out a gray-black feather from somewhere and placed it in front of Vitor.
"The crow's tail feathers..." Vitor stared at the feathers on the table, with a bit of confusion and confusion in his pupils.
He had seen such a feather a long time ago.
At that time, he was still in the military department and was mainly responsible for matters related to the Evil God Sect within the country.
While preventing a sacrifice ceremony for a fallen sect, he met a "tax officer" who had failed in promotion.
"Tax Officer" is one of the legendary professions controlled by the Fallen Sect. Whether it is an awakened profession or a legendary profession, there is a risk of failure in promotion. Of course, these hidden risks vary in size.
Among them, the riskiest is the profession of the Fallen Sect. If other professions fail to be promoted, the most they will do is drop their ranks and leave some sequelae. But if the sinners of the Fallen Sect fail to be promoted, they will face a huge crisis. Death is an even more terrible outcome.
He lost his mind, his body was alienated, and he completely became a monster.
Vitor's troops broke through the sacrifice ceremony of the fallen sect, which also interrupted the advancement ceremony of the tax collector. The opponent failed to advance and fell into madness. His body began to distort and alienate, turning into a monster.
The image of the monster is very similar to the Plisson described by Luas, but its image is more human and closer to a "bird".
The feathers that fell from his body were the same as the feathers that Luas took out at this moment.
"A high-level knight can be promoted to the position of 'leader' by several awakened people, and have several awakened pirate captains and nearly a thousand Norton pirates work for him. If he doesn't have some skills, I'm afraid it's hard to say it. I won't let others believe it." Vitor temporarily cleared the chaotic thoughts in his mind and stopped thinking about this issue.
"In some ways, this Mr. Wilson has done me a great favor. Without him gathering these scattered pirates in a port, I might have wasted more time here."
"He has cooperative relationships with many people sitting in the conference hall, which is why he is able to thrive in Norton." Luas looked at the wanted poster on the table with some dissatisfaction. The pale-skinned young man above made her feel a little uneasy.
"Oh, I almost forgot, there are people waiting for us in the conference hall."
Vitor slowly stood up from the chair, with a trace of aura that could not be described in words.
"Let's go, it's time to meet the people who can influence and control the future of this sea area."
...
On the border of the golden sea.
A large and terrifying black ship appears and disappears on the stormy sea, like a ghost existing in this sea. Sometimes it is clearly visible, and sometimes it disappears in the majestic mist. There is no trace of it.
Suddenly, a green fire slowly appeared on the bow of the huge black ship. An old man wearing shabby black clothes walked out of the strange green fire. He had a delicate tattoo on his chest. Zhang, holding a faintly burning candle in his left hand, and a decayed black pine walking stick in his right hand.
His face was as dead as tree bark, and his gray beard reached straight to his chest. Combined with his strange attire, this old man looked like a man who had never seen the light of day who had walked out of a wizard's tower. The black magician.
"Friends at the bottom of the boat, can you come up?" The old man closed and closed his lips like two pieces of dead tree bark rubbing against each other, making a very hoarse sound.
"Boom!"
A strange sound came from the bottom of the ship, and then two huge green tentacles stretched out from the unfathomable ocean and touched the bow of the giant black ship.
As the tentacles continued to climb, a huge green sticky monster appeared on the dark deck of the giant ship. The monster waved several tentacles that spread out from its body, and then its figure began to shrink visibly to the naked eye. In just a few seconds, the disgusting monster that had been showing its teeth and claws just now instantly transformed into a dark green outline that was about the size of an ordinary person.
"How did you find me?" The dark green humanoid silhouette made a deep voice.
"Because I know you... Marquis Lane of Duran Province." There was no expression on the old man's face that was as dead as tree bark, but there was an intriguing trace of it in his deep eyes. Feeling the chill of palpitations.
"How come... I look like this now..." Marquis Lane, who turned into a human silhouette, seemed to be in disbelief. The pirate king in front of him could actually recognize a dead person. Five years, and now a man who has changed beyond recognition.
"Your extraordinary fluctuations are more than twice as strong as before. Now, I'm afraid you have reached a high-level legend." The old man said lightly.
"You know me, who...are you?" Marquis Lane stared at the old man in front of him who had almost half stepped into the coffin board. He didn't feel any fluctuation of extraordinary power in this guy. .
This person was supposed to be a person without any threat, but his identity made Marquis Lane feel palpitations like never before.
"I should have had a name before, but it's been so long that I can't remember it. But now the little guys in Xihai have given me a simple and easy-to-remember name." The old man's voice paused obviously. After a pause, a heart-stopping smile appeared on his face that was as dry as dead tree bark.
“They call me Ghost Count and I love the new name.
