[Note:
[The 'Dead Sea Scroll' possesses the unique property of space.]
[Therefore, the information revealed a secret – the relevant mission items on Fokke's body will also possess the unique property of space. Henceforth, they will no longer drop in this realm.]
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Although Little Lord Fokke's death was extremely tragic, Sheyan wasn't able to properly appreciate that scene. His teeth were gnashing furiously, as the five fingers of his intact hand were completely embedded into the soil. This was because his severed arm had sunk into an incomparably intense agony. It was an indescribable agony, as though every single cell in his severed shoulder was wailing mournfully; transmitting the pain back to his nerves!
This was the remnant manifestation of the chaotic forces that had invaded Sheyan's body!
Under such agonizing torment, although a mere 10 seconds had elapsed, it felt as long as 10 years to Sheyan's senses! Fortunately, this agony came and went quickly, vanishing without a trace in a flash.
At present, when he glanced at his severed shoulder, even Sheyan himself was startled. His wound had actually corroded into potholes, and this sensation was akin to a wind-eroded rock in the Gobi desert!
Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Sheyan struggled to stand up. He then walked towards Little Lord Fokke's corpse and sighed. Then, he picked up the dropped key.
A blood red key!
It was identical to the radiance emitted by the 'Dead Sea Scroll'.
Under normal circumstances, Sheyan would absolutely not be able to defeat Little Lord Fokke. Even if he was weakened to an eighth of his original strength, and even if he didn't have a mount, with his incomparably horrifying disease and frost effects, it was sufficient to annihilate Sheyan and his entire party Ace within a short period of time; dying to the Black Death.
Therefore, even if Little Lord Fokke wasn't attacked by Chevalle, Sheyan didn't harbor any hopes of dropping any equipment or divine artifacts due to his cursed body. Sheyan then picked up that blood red key, and casually utilized his' Captain Plundering 'ability before fleeing!
Don't ever forget, Sheyan was currently carrying the Aztec Cursed Gold Coin! With the death of Little Lord Fokke, the demon horse Momore definitely had some sort of contract or spirit link with him.
If he was loyal to Little Lord Fokke, he would've immediately rushed over to rescue his master. If he wasn't, he would've immediately fled after regaining his freedom. In any case, he wouldn't delay the pirates for Sheyan. Once the pirates of the Black Pearl reacted, they would undoubtedly sense the existence of the gold coin on Sheyan's body. Their first reaction would undoubtedly be to pursue.
The only good news was – there were less than two hours left before the deadline for completing the main mission. To the current Sheyan, Tortuga port was located on an island that spanned 30-40 square kilometres. Moreover, he had to face off against the relatively weaker Black Pearl pirates. Grinding out these two hours wasn't an issue.
Therefore, in the process of fleeing, Sheyan still had the time to check on a series of battle notifications that he hadn't noticed previously.
"Your plundering ability failed. The difference in ability between the target and you is too great. You won't be able to get anything of value out of it. "
"As expected." Sheyan wasn't surprised to see such a notification. Therefore, he didn't feel depressed at all. He continued to flip through the pages.
"Your actions have resulted in the death of an important storyline character – Little Lord Fokke."
"Your actions will have a definite impact on the storyline of this world."
"You have received 3 + 1 achievement points (Legend Level + 1)."
"Your pirate reputation has risen by 10,000 points. Do you wish to publicize this matter? Yes/No. "
"If you choose yes, then every person in this world who knows of this matter will grant you + 3 pirate reputation."
At present, Sheyan hesitated slightly, but still chose 'yes'! Because to him, his current prowess was no longer that of a puny crew head of the Bell and Mug. Instead, he was the mighty Seaman Yan who owned a quasi-legendary warship! Presently, he had the confidence and capability to face any challenge!
After choosing to publicize, Sheyan's reputation amongst the pirates had already reached 'Worshipped'. At present, it continued to soar. After reaching 15,000 points of 'Worshipped', Sheyan suddenly received another notification from his nightmare imprint.
"Your pirate reputation has reached 'Worship' of 15000 points."
"You possess the Black-Iron title: 'Pirate Captain'."
"You have fulfilled the promotion requirements for the Bronze title: 'Pirate Commander'."
"You must first possess a fleet. The number of ships in your fleet must not be less than 5. Your fleet must possess at least 1 quasi-legendary warship, 2 5-masted warships, and the remaining ships cannot be below 3-masted class!"
"Details: After your promotion, until you control the authority of a certain sea region, you can even temporarily summon your unrivalled flagship in other dimensions! Allow your enemies to witness your might as you traverse the seven seas! "
When Sheyan saw the Bronze title 'Pirate Commander', he actually didn't feel much. However ….. the following notification caused his blood to rush to his head!!
"Summon my flagship in other dimensions!!!!"
In this instance, Sheyan couldn't wait to pay any price to continue staying in this world for another month! Instead, cruel reality instantly shattered his fantasies. Piercing gunshots and hysterical curses drifted in from the darkness behind him. Those were the unique curses of the two living treasures, Ragnarok and Sandro.
"You damned thief, stupid donkey, lunatic, slut. You better not be caught by Mr Ragnarok. If not, I will let your eyeballs experience the taste of being scalded by a fiery red fork!"
"Shut up Ragnarok! It won't be too late for you to say that after we capture him. You should be gentler now. Tell him that if he hands over the gold or stops fleeing, we will consider forgoing his punishment. "
"I've never lied, Sandro! Never! "
"I've already told you to shut up, idiot. If not, I will gouge out your fake eye and stuff it into your ass."
"… ….."
Sheyan shrugged his shoulders, and activated the acceleration ability of his soul equipment, 'Endless Spirited Vodka'. Then, with a burst of strength, he fled towards the reefs of the Tortuga seaside. The terrain here was incomparably complex. Moreover, the Black Pearl had to be left behind to guard the ship. Hence, there were only six pirates pursuing him. For those six pirates to search for him amidst the incomparably complex terrain of the reefs, could be said to be as difficult as ascending to the blue skies.
Amidst this pursuit, Sheyan directly opened up the blood red key dropped by Little Lord Fokke. Within the treasure chest, there were only two items. Both items were made of paper. The first item was a yellowed triangular piece of paper describing a commodity. The second item was a small booklet bound with parchment paper. At the end of the parchment paper, one could see the signature of Bernard Fokke.
"This item is?" Sheyan had never expected that the key would actually open up these two items. Paper was a medium of information. That is to say, the item dropped by Little Lord Fokke wasn't an actual item, but a clue! This signified that the final reward of the 'Dead Sea Scroll' would actually require a series of twists and turns before one could obtain it! Even the arduous mission of killing Little Lord Fokke was merely a transition point!
Therefore, how difficult would it be to obtain the final reward of the 'Dead Sea Scroll'? How bountiful would the rewards be?
At this moment, the pursuing cries of the Black Pearl pirates drifted in once again. Instead, Sheyan was long prepared. Taking advantage of the concealment of the darkness and reefs, he stealthily crept to the shore of the bay. Then, he stealthily laid down in the seawater, and buried his body with fine sand. While at the same time, he found a straw and inserted it into his mouth for ventilation …... the pirates' probing range of gold coins was only accurate to a hundred metres. Within this hundred metre radius, there were numerous reefs, precipitous cliffs, caves and beaches. With merely 5-6 pirates, how could they accomplish a thorough night search without 2-3 hours?
Stalling for time was his only goal.
After submerging underwater, all sounds were filtered out by the gentle seawater. Sheyan could distinctly hear his own breathing and heartbeat. After pondering for a while, he first opened up the easier book in his nightmare imprint – 'The Diary of Morgan Fokke'. Following the scribbled words, he entered the world of an otaku.
"…"
"13th May: I went hunting for skylarks today, so I felt a little tired and went to bed early. However, Butler Dick woke me up at two in the morning. Yes, I saw Uncle Shinak. Didn't they say he died a long time ago? But why does it look so good now? Even the servants are wearing ribbons and tuxedos? "
"14th May: As it turns out, Uncle Shinak has inherited the Edward family title. His current name is Bernard Edward … … once he becomes an assistant minister, he will return to the Fokke family, and push the family's glory to the pinnacle."
"Uncle Catri (Little Lord Fokke) informed me that the profits obtained from Tortuga would be used to support uncle Shinak's activities in the upper echelons. So, my monthly allowance will be halved! My hounds will be slaughtered and half of my servants will be disbanded … To hell with the glory of my family! To hell with the bullshit Edward Family! To hell with the assistant ministers! "
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