"10th January (3 years later), I heard someone grumbling that the road surface of the port is too terrible. Indeed, it is so. Walking on it after it rains, if one isn't careful, the mud would splash onto one's trousers. That was how my beloved embroidered trousers were ruined. Uncle Catley doesn't seem to deal with such matters anymore. Has he forgotten that Tortuga port is the foundation of our family? "
"6th February, Uncle Catley returned from a business trip. He had been away for an entire year and a half, and it seems like his journey wasn't smooth sailing. His complexion was extremely unsightly, and less than half of the sailors that followed him returned. Without a doubt, his efforts were futile. One can only describe his misfortune as a complete loss. "
"3rd July, the family is in deficit. Yes, the family is in massive deficit! Not only is Uncle Catley not managing the port, he is squandering the family's wealth that was painstakingly left behind! Look at what he has been doing? Last month, he had already expended 5 kilograms of gold. Not to mention 3,000 pounds of Indonesia's resin, the so-called ghost of Solomon, China's mysterious spring water, bricks from the long city, and 10 gallons of lion's blood! He must have gone mad. I cannot sit idly by and watch such a situation occur! "
"6th November, I have already bribed 14 subordinates. They are all murderous villains, retired soldiers, and vicious bandits. I have armed them to the teeth. Such a battle prowess is sufficient to stop Uncle Catley and force him to hand over his authority. I don't wish for my children to be a bunch of paupers."
"8th November: Oh god!! What did I just see? Momore, that monstrous horse of the family's legends. It is actually being ridden by Uncle Catley. I know, I know why Uncle Shinak's father-in-law suddenly died … … .that healthy old man's death was exactly the same as the death of my hired men!! "
"… … ….."
Reading till here, Sheyan closed the diary. No wonder Little Lord Fokke wanted to obtain this diary no matter what. As it turns out, the Fokke family still had someone outside, and had successfully stolen the wealth and title of nobility of another family. Furthermore, he had used some unscrupulous methods to obtain a high position. Because Little Lord Fokke had lost his reproductive ability, he had placed all his hopes on Shinak.
Naturally, if one were to take this diary to find Mister Shinak, who currently controlled the Edward family, and was willing to take on the immense risk of being silenced, then undoubtedly, one would reap bountiful rewards. Speaking of which, the rewards were indeed proportional to the risk of being hunted down by Little Lord Fokke.
At this moment, the surface of the water began to sway. With a twist of his tongue, he swiftly inserted the straw under his tongue. The pursuing pirates had arrived, it was best to be cautious. Nevertheless, hoping that they could discover any anomalies in the dark, the Edward's Sheyan's's, the Sheyan's, Sheyan, Sheyan.
To these pirates, as long as they could sense that the location of the gold coins wasn't moving, they could unhurriedly search for it. If they really couldn't find it, they could just wait for dawn to arrive and call for reinforcements. Eventually, they would find it.
Sensing the pirates had left, Sheyan faintly poked his head out of the water surface to listen for any movements. Then, he heard Ragnarok shouting impatiently.
"That damned thief must be too terrified, and casually tossed away our gold coins before fleeing. It's not like such a thing hasn't happened before. That damned bastard, if I catch him, I'll stuff his stomach with black bread!"
The curse of these pirates was that their lust couldn't be satisfied. Hence, their methods of punishment were all bizarre and perverted. When the rest of the pirates noticed their leader, Ragnarok, slacking off, they naturally weren't willing to exert themselves. Instead, they muttered under their breaths as they lazily sat on the reef.
Such an action naturally earned Sheyan's praise. He continued retreating underwater, before retrieving the triangular shaped piece of paper he obtained from Little Lord Fokke's dropped key. He discovered that it was actually a nameplate. For example, if there was an exhibition, such a nameplate would be pasted on the display window. It would be used to explain the origin, characteristics, material etc of the exhibition item.
Written on the nameplate were:
[In the summer of 1563, the majestic goddess of fortune descended upon Navarre's' Flintlock 'military factory. Within a short span of two months, a total of five exquisite weapons were produced. They played a huge role in the war that followed.
Currently, the trigger firing flintlock gun displayed here was one of them. Its name was' Repentance '.
That year, the French Duke of Anjou, Philippe, led his army to invade Spain. During the critical juncture of the war, the lover of a brave warrior named Paulino was slain. Paulino then organized a rebel army to resist the French. Finally, during a surprise attack, Paulino slaughtered his way to the front of the Duke of Anjou, Philip. Pointing this gun at this noble and important personage, Paulino forced him to repent for his sins. Then, he pulled the trigger.
This lethal weapon that slew the Duke of Anjou, a descendant of the French King, had its own name from then onwards – 'Repentance'! Thus, its reputation surpassed the other famous gun produced by Navarre's' Flintlock 'military factory,' Ambition '!
[Presented by: Earl Carson Bourbon]
[Britain's Royal Museum would like to thank Earl Carson for his support for this military exhibition.]
Gazing at this nameplate, Sheyan's pupils contracted. Without a doubt, the words on this nameplate indicated the whereabouts of a weapon even more formidable than 'Ambition'!
Sheyan had seen this weapon in the hands of Little Lord Fokke ten years ago. Its specifications were exactly the same as' Ambition ', yet it possessed an awe-inspiring and majestic might. It was as if there was an army holding the line and saying that they wanted to kill you. It was as if they had passed the judgment of the court and were going to punish you according to the law. Under such power, the only thing that could be done was to repent!
As for how this weapon ended up in the hands of Earl Carson Bourbon, Sheyan could roughly imagine. It was probably due to the Fokke family's second son, Shinak, wanting to climb up the social ladder. Hearing that this Earl was fond of weapons, he took it as a gift from Little Lord Fokke, and used it to garner support.
Since Sheyan knew the whereabouts of this weapon, he naturally had to pay a visit to his beloved Earl Carson Bourbon when the time was right. This mister actually kept such a formidable firearm in his cabinet, wasn't that a waste of a heavenly gift? It was better to display it for himself.
Following that, Sheyan became even more curious. He had long known that after being infected with the curse, there would be an exceedingly clear notification.
"During the duration of this curse, no matter what mission you complete, you will not receive any reward of utility points or potential points. Any storyline characters you kill will only drop relevant storyline items and mission items. They will not drop equipment, utility points, scrolls etc."
That was to say, this nameplate was actually a mission item that was bound to drop. However, it should've been triggered by the presence of 'Ambition', and had nothing to do with the 'Dead Sea Scroll'.
Therefore, the final remaining parchment booklet, was the true carrier of the incomparably treacherous mission line of the 'Dead Sea Scroll'! Thinking of that, the usually calm Sheyan's hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.
This wasn't because he was unable to maintain his composure. Instead, Sheyan suddenly recalled that the 'Dead Sea Scroll' had mentioned beforehand that the rewards one could obtain would not be directly proportional to the risks one had to take. If he opened up this booklet, and a smiley QQ emoticon was printed inside …... Sheyan would really vomit out a mouthful of blood.
With a feeling of facing death with equanimity, Sheyan opened up the booklet. Fortunately, it wasn't a smiley face on QQ. The first page was filled with densely packed numbers, the numbers were old and new in colour. Moreover, it wasn't in a regular pattern, obviously it wasn't written at the same time.
Sheyan was a veteran who had been on ships for a long time. After carefully examining, he realized that this booklet was filled with latitude and longitude. However, the latitude and longitude written in the UK and Sheyan's understanding had a definite difference. This was mainly because the technology of that time was very backward. Now, the diameter of the earth could be accurately measured down to a millimetre. Back then, being able to accurately measure down to a metre was already pretty good.
If there were only 1 or 2 sets of latitude and longitude, Sheyan could still make a rough geographical judgement. However, if there were dozens of densely packed sets of latitude and longitude, then he would have to carefully examine them. These numbers most likely represented a sea route. In this world, the dangers weren't limited to the sea, wind and waves, and the scarcity of food and fresh water. There were also various legendary creatures and strange occurrences.
Following that, Sheyan continued flipping through the booklet. Gradually, he realized that this booklet should be a nautical manual. Inside, it recorded a fragmented story of the Fokke family's pioneer – Bernard Fokke.
Everyone knew that Bernard Fokke was originally a great pirate, plundering hundreds of merchant ships. When he was 50 years old, he retired and offered his wealth to the Queen. The majestic Queen of England coveted his wealth, disregarding public opinion to whitewash him, and even conferred him the title of Lord.
Bernard Fokke's life was a legend, and one could tell how much wealth he amassed. If his life story was written into a book, not to mention the monthly votes list, just the number of words alone would be enough to enter the top 50 of * * * *.
Sheyan slowly flipped through this booklet. Only then did he realize that the time recorded in this booklet, was actually when Bernard Fokke wasn't a pirate, but was still a merchant ship's sailor! Such a long time ago, yet in front of Sheyan's eyes, it gradually revealed an exceedingly bizarre, bloody and astonishing picture scroll!!! (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to * * * * (qidian.com) to vote for me. Your support, is my greatest motivation.)
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