In the primitive jungle outside Bayam in the Rorsted Archipelago.
The leaders of the Resistance Army gathered in a cave and looked respectfully at the Blessed of the Sea God, who was wearing a black cloak and had yellow eyebrows and deep blue eyes.
"Lord Dhaniz, this is an opportunity!" Kalat, who had a shaved head and sat in a wheelchair with a green beard, said excitedly.
His partner, Edmonton, whose face was smeared with short red lines, followed closely.
"Lord Dhaniz, according to the feedback from our intelligence personnel, the situation in Bayam is very chaotic. Be it the Church of the Storm or the governor-general's office, they are all anxious because the Feysac army has besieged Baekeland."
Having said that, Edmonton looked at Kalat, allowing the person in charge of the corresponding field who knew the situation better to give a more detailed description.
Kalat looked at the solemn Lord Dhaniz and deliberated over his words.
"There are already differences among them. Some want to transfer the strength of the colony back to Baekeland, while others want to defend this place and use it as a spark for revival.
"Such differences have caused the military and the Beyonders of the Church of the Storm to be at a loss. There are loopholes in all aspects.
"Lord Dhaniz, this is our opportunity. We can completely agree to the conditions of the Feysac and Feynapotter Navy and cooperate with them to attack Bayam and take back the country that belongs to us!"
It's indeed an opportunity … But is this something I can decide? I'm not stupid! Dhaniz quietly listened to the statements of the Resistance leaders and muttered inwardly.
As an Intis person, a famous pirate, and a treasure hunter, he didn't have any mental burdens when it came to attacking the Rouen colony. He didn't have any hesitation or hesitation.
Of course, he didn't have a strong sense of belonging to the Republic of Intis. Even when he occasionally worked as a part-time pirate, he preferred to target Intis merchants because they carried more valuable luxury goods with them.
There was only one reason why Dhaniz didn't agree to the Resistance leaders' request on the spot. As a Conspirer, he knew very well what his position was.
A human-shaped microphone!
A tool responsible for passing messages between German Sparrow and the leader of the Resistance Army!
There's a high chance that Gehrman is from Rouen. If I were to agree to it directly, I might not be able to see the Sun tomorrow … However, he doesn't seem to care about Rouen at all … Dogsh * t! We can't be fooled by superficial appearances! Dhaniz cleared his throat and looked around.
"This matter is of great importance. Prepare a clean and peaceful altar for me immediately. I want to pray to God."
In an organization that generally believed in the Sea God, such a request didn't surprise Kalat, Edmonton, and the others. It was even in line with their expectations. Therefore, they immediately arranged for people to prepare for the sacrifice.
…
The Rorsted Archipelago's Resistance can't sit still either … They themselves have the support of Feysac, Intis, and Feynapotter countries. That's why they're able to hold on and not be wiped out by Rouen and the three Churches … I even got them to extract quite a lot of subsidies from the various countries … After hearing Dhaniz's prayer, Klein sighed.
Sitting in the ancient palace, he tapped the edge of the long mottled table in front of him. After a few seconds of thought, he conjured The World, German Sparrow.
This crazy adventurer immediately assumed a praying posture and said in a deep voice,
"… Make use of the current situation to directly negotiate with the upper echelons of the Church of the Storm and the Rorsted governor-general's office and exert the necessary pressure … The goal is to force them to back down and accept the idea of the Rorsted people governing the Rorsted Archipelago …
"… The Resistance can guarantee most of the benefits that Rouen currently has, allowing them to transfer troops and Beyonders back to Baekeland with peace of mind …"
…
Inside the clean and tidy altar, Dhaniz, who had received the feedback, straightened his back.
He turned around, cast his gaze at the rebel leaders waiting outside, and said with a solemn expression, "Don't worry.
He said with a solemn expression, "I have received a revelation.
"God told us that every one of 'His' people is precious. Don't sacrifice them for unnecessary wars.
"We will never lightly start a war, but we will not be afraid of war either. In short, we will first try to use the current situation and our forces to negotiate with the Rouen, forcing them to make concessions that can satisfy most of us. If that doesn't work, then we will consider war.
"God said, remember hatred, but don't be blinded by it. The people around you and a beautiful future are the most important."
After becoming a Conspirer, Dhaniz realized that his ability to fabricate reasons and persuade others was increasing. Many a time, ideas would form as soon as he opened his mouth.
Kalat, Edmonton, and the other leaders of the Resistance had a deep hatred for the Rouen colonists, but Sea God's words and Lord Dhaniz's words had succeeded in making them waver.
They had a clear understanding of how powerful Sea King was during this period of time. If the war were to develop to the point where both sides were enraged, the Blue Mountain Island where Bayam was might be completely submerged by the seawater and become a ruin. All the locals would be dragged into the afterlife.
The powerhouses of Feysac and Feynapotter did have the ability to prevent the situation from collapsing, but how much strength could they spare on a peripheral battlefield like the Rorsted Archipelago?
Kalat and the other leaders of the Resistance didn't believe them too much. They believed that these fellows were essentially no different from the Rouen. They were all bandits from the Northern Continent who could tear off their masks at any time and become new colonists.
After a moment of silence, Kalat, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked at the man in a black cloak on the altar.
"Lord Dhaniz, we are willing to work hard for a peaceful resolution."
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"According to the intelligence, the one who has the final say in the Rorsted Archipelago is Sea King, Jaan Kottman. It's best we negotiate with him directly."
Dhaniz nodded slightly.
"That's exactly what I'm thinking.
"We need to send someone to Bayam as a representative with full authority to face Jaan Kottman …"
Just as he was about to ask who was willing to go, he suddenly realized that Kalat, Edmonton, and the others were looking at him. It was as though they were saying that the Blessed of Sea God, the relatively transcendent Pirate of Intis, was the most suitable target.
… Dogsh * t! Dhaniz cursed inwardly as he looked at everyone. His thoughts raced as he said, "Yes, this is an honor, but it also contains extreme danger.
I know that some of you are filled with the spirit of sacrifice and want to make your due contributions. Uh, why don't we do it this way? Let's draw lots to decide. That's the fairest way. "
"I have no objections." Kalat and the others answered without hesitation.
A few minutes later, Dhaniz looked at the cards in his hand, and his facial muscles twitched indiscernibly.
…
City of Silver, in the Chief's room at the top of the spire.
Colin Iliad cast his gaze at Derrick Berg, who appeared stunted compared to his surroundings.
"Are you ready?"
Derrick held the Thunder God's Roar hammer that looked like a leg bone. It had a dark blue surface and was surrounded by lightning.
He nodded heavily and said, "I'm ready."
He didn't act like a Beyonder from the Sun domain at all. He looked more like a Berserker.
The white-haired Colin Iliad, who had an old scar on his face, shifted his gaze and looked at Lovia.
"Are you ready?"
Lovia, who had a head of silver-gray curly hair and a pair of light gray eyes, didn't wear her usual black robe with purple patterns. Instead, she had changed into a set of dark armor.
She moved her head indiscernibly.
"There's no problem."
Demon Hunter Colin, who had become a Silver Knight, cast his gaze at the others in the room and asked if they were ready.
After receiving an affirmative answer, Colin Iliad slowly walked to a wall, took down the two swords hanging on it, and carried them on his back.
"Set off." The City of Silver's Chief gave the order concisely.
The exploration team he led would head to the Afternoon Town camp once again to further explore the Giant King's Court and find a path that led to the real sea.
Amidst the sound of metal armor clashing, Lovia, Derrick, and the others silently followed behind the Chief. They walked out of the room in a single file and walked down the stairs.
On the way, they saw Waite Chirmont and the other Elders of the six-member council, as well as the residents of the City of Silver who were maintaining order in the spire.
These people were either leaning on the railings or waiting at the stairwell. Their expressions were abnormally solemn, as though they were sending off the exploration team that carried their hopes on their shoulders.
No one spoke, and there was silence. However, when Colin Iliad, Derrick Berg, and company passed by, the residents of the City of Silver raised their right arms and placed their fists in front of their foreheads.
Amidst this action, Colin and the other members of the exploration team left the spire and arrived on the road.
Then, they lit lanterns made of animal skins.
Under the dim yellow light, the residents of the City of Silver walked out of their houses and stopped by the side of the road.
They looked at Derrick and company with admiration and anticipation. One after another, they raised their right arms and placed their fists in front of their foreheads.
Derrick subconsciously straightened his back, his heart burning with passion.
Just like that, the exploration team followed the road to the city gate under the escort of the crowd and walked out of the City of Silver.
As though they had a tacit understanding, the moment Colin, Derrick, Lovia, and company left the protection of the city wall, they turned back to look at their hometown that they had guarded in the darkness for 2,584 years.
They saw that the residents of the City of Silver hadn't left. They were all standing near the city gate, looking at them.
With a whoosh, the black mass of people raised their right arms and placed their fists in front of their foreheads.
This was not only an expression of the highest respect, but also the deepest blessing.
Colin Iliad stared silently for a few seconds before closing his eyes. He raised his right arm and suddenly waved it down.
"Let's go!"
Derrick and company immediately turned around, carrying the animal hide lanterns that emitted a faint yellow light. They silently and firmly stepped onto the path that was shrouded in darkness.
Destination: Giant King's Court
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