Often referred to as the dividing line between the northern and southern seas of Correll, the Nerainsel Islands are a vast cluster of scattered islands of thousands of small islands stretching from Amm to the Sea of Traceless.

More than half of the islands lack fresh water and are not suitable for resupply, but there are still a few islands that have drinkable water and barely support life, so they are also a source of piracy for the ships of Amm, Karinsan, Sword Bay, and the Lunaris Islands, as the narrow Ethervile Strait between the Nraincel Islands and the Velen Peninsula is a must for all ships in the North and South!

It was impossible for the merchants to make a big circle to the Sea of Traceless in order to avoid the pirates that frequented the area.

It's the territory of the squid colony, and the unknown shipping routes and the deep sea mean even more unpredictable risks, often with a sudden storm that will drown you in the bottomless depths beneath the raging waves of Amberi, the goddess of the sea.

This trend grew rapidly with the sudden rise of prosperous trade such as Am, Drain, and Minas Stirris, along the coast of the northern seas.

Aside from the brutality and looting they depend on for their livelihoods, the pirates of Nälancer are anything but like their counterparts on the Dragon's Shores or in the North.

The pirates of the Dragon's Coast and the north are mostly human and subhuman, while the pirates of the Nexer Islands are mostly non-humans, such as orcs, lizardmen, ogres, and minotaurs.

While some of the thugs occasionally followed the way of knighthood in order to develop in the long run, the pirates of the Nexer Islands often tortured and tortured their captives in order to extract the last bit of value from them, and even caused them to die in all sorts of horrific and disgusting ways.

The pirates here were born in extremely brutal and cruel conditions, and were not freed until they died, and they were usually in their prime, with almost all the able-bodied fighting on board, while the weak, the maimed, and the young were stranded ashore for the hard work of repairing and salvaging wreckage.

The Minotaur Torrenir grew up in such a cruel environment, he was unlucky, he did not know who his father was, and his mother died of illness at an early age.

But fortunately, the Minotaur undoubtedly gave him more chances to survive in this harsh environment than other alien races, until he met a giant dragon, an incomparably powerful blue dragon.

From then on, he became the tax collector of the great Blueclaw Alogrosos.

At the same time, this is also a family position that is extremely rich in the characteristics of the blue dragon.

They are not as loyal to robbery as the Red Dragon, not as good at fraud as the Green Dragon, not as profiteers as the Black Dragon, nor as addicted to stealing as the Shadow Dragon, and especially staring at other people's treasury all day long.

They are also one of the few vigilant camps among the five-colored dragons who can divide labor and cooperate, and the blue dragons are willing to occupy a territory to collect taxes, and they are also good at formulating rules for tax collection.

Unfortunately, Am, Tesser, and even Kassanlin in the south were the territory of her mother, Ivy Korasagran, so Alogethos had no choice but to help her mother keep an eye on Am's tithes and turn her eyes to the sea that her mother couldn't care about.

Thanks to the development of the north-south sea trade that has become more and more prosperous in recent decades, both Alogsos and Torenir the Minotaur have lived a fairly prosperous life over the years.

Threatened by the force of a powerful dragon, all Torenir had to do every day was to patrol several large islands with fresh water in his boat, and stop and pump water when he saw the pirate ship returning to the archipelago with a full load.

Conversely, they will be protected by the dependents of the Blue Claw Crown in the event of a vendetta or the capture of an official warship.

However, today's situation is somewhat special...

"Sicilys, Serves, have you brought the will of the Great Master again?"

Torrenir saw two ogres falling from the sky and humbly fell to one knee.

The attitude was no worse than that of Alogethos, and even more serious than that, for the two ogres, though nominally the master's right-hand men, were technically dependents of the master's mother, Ivy Korasagran.

Even if it is her own daughter, Ivy Korasagran is not at ease to completely hand over the taxes of the richest country in the south to another dragon, and with the strength of the legend of Blueclaw Alogsos, even if Amm spends a lot of money to hire a legendary dragon slayer adventurer, she may not be able to bear it...

The reason why Blueclaw Alogrosoth was able to pierce the Shattered Claw Mountains like a rivet was on the one hand her mother's prestige, and on the other hand, it was the guarantee of the 'force' of the two ogre mages in front of her.

Not the force of these two ogres, to be exact... But...

Thinking of this, Torrenir couldn't help but sneak a look at the two red and blue bottles hanging around their necks in fear.

In order to deter the Nlanthor pirates, Alogethos had them use these two bottles once, releasing two fire djinns and wind djinns as huge as mountains.

The Fire Djinn directly caused a volcanic eruption of a nearby pirate, and the Wind Djinn unleashed a violent hurricane that sent the pirates who didn't want to pay their taxes straight into the sky...

Facts have proven that violence that can crush everything, no matter where it is, is always the most effective means of deterrence.

It's just that he couldn't figure out what had happened, and it was actually worth asking his master to send these two ogre mages over.

This made him... There was some trepidation.

"There's a ship from the north, probably arriving this evening, mustering the forces you can command and intercept it. Ogre Sicilies commanded.

"There is more than one high-level mage on this ship, you can wait for a while, it is not only us who is eyeing this ship. Another ogre, Serves, added.

"Thank you two for the reminder. ”

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Torrenir, who was still a little worried that he would become cannon fodder, couldn't help but be grateful, and then quickly took out some treasures glowing with magic from his somewhat tattered leather pocket and stuffed them into the hands of the two ogres.

This also made the ogre brother's gaze at the minotaur soften a little, and he said again:

"Don't work too hard, just hold on, if you encounter any irresistible external force, we and the master will come forward to solve it." ”

"The master will show up too?!"

Torrennier looked up in disbelief, shocked and frightened, and more congratulated on his previous move.

He suddenly had an inexplicable premonition, even Blueclaw couldn't help but come forward in person, I am afraid that the value of this ship is far beyond his imagination.

And the same will be true of the level of danger at that time!

......

Cascatra.

As the largest and most prosperous Woking temple in Am, or the whole of Correll, the Golden Spire joins the Church of Fortune every day with the expectation of 'making a fortune', and members will throw coins into the ceremonial bowl during the introduction ceremony to celebrate, and tens of thousands of huge crowds come to pray.

Most merchants would pray to the goddess of wealth for the security of their upcoming trade, and for their chambers to grow stronger.

The prayers of ordinary people are varied, praying that they can pick up money when they go out, praying that they can get rich overnight, praying that the debtor has something to delay loan collection, and praying that the future mother-in-law can look at her restrained gift money...

Of course, most of these unreliable prayers will be ignored.

The gods don't have the energy to deal with so many prayers, they only focus on all the devout believers who will benefit the church or 'please' them.

Today is April 10, the 'Day of Generosity'.

The archbishop, who is revered as the 'Holy Coin', had just held a large prayer service in the church himself, and just as he was about to leave and return to the inner sanctum, his old body suddenly paused, and then his eyes widened in disbelief, and even trembled faintly.

Just now, he received an oracle from Goddess Woking!

Is there anything more for any believer than receiving an oracle that makes them feel more favored by the gods?

That represents the trust of the gods!

"Sharela, I have an important mission for you. The archbishop suddenly turned and said meaningfully to the priestess, who was a little confused.

"Archbishop, you have to command. The priestess named Sharela TiBrontan bowed slightly, and lightly drew the outline of a gold coin on her chest.

"There should now be a merchant ship named Dreadnought docked in the harbor, with a devout believer in wealth on board, and it will encounter a 'storm' on its next journey, as a messenger of God, go, and pray to our god Wojin to protect it and make it safe to its destination when the ship is about to 'capsize'. "The archbishop prophesied with the temperament of a god.

But Sharela, who heard the words, was a little confused...

Yes...

It was the first time she had heard such a strange task since she had been in the Church of Fortune for so many years.

The teachings of the goddess do have an obligation to defend their wealth, but they never say that they have to defend their believers...

Wait, pray for the peace of our god Woking?

This is an oracle!

This made her faintly excited, the experience of being able to pray to the gods in person and respond to it must be an extremely rare opportunity, which will undoubtedly be of great help to her future position in the 'Shangbi'.

But the archbishop's task also made her suspicious.

As a pastor who is actively pursuing development in the Fortune Church, he will certainly not be left behind in his work on intelligence.

She had also heard of the Dreadnought, which was temporarily leased by Alyssa of the Queen of Sword Bay from the Hogg Chamber of Commerce in Drawing Water City.

But if they are 'devout' believers of wealth, why did they come to Ascatra and not even come to the 'golden spire' to pray...

But even with such ungodliness, the goddess still sent down such an oracle and sent the pastor of the church to secretly protect the safety of the other party...

Moreover, the archbishop also specially instructed that when it was about to 'fall', pray to the gods to protect it for peace...

What is the existence of the goddess that makes the goddess try to make the other party accept his love...

Such behavior... Such behavior is really...

As soon as such a thought popped into her mind, she quickly extinguished it.

'You can't pretend to be a god!'

Shareela hurriedly lowered her head and said with great seriousness:

"I will live up to the mission of the archbishop!"

"It's your mission, kid. The archbishop smiled kindly, meaningfully.

"Thank you, Archbishop, for your cultivation!" said Sharela, a little trembling.

As if he had dreamed that in the near future, his 'divine favor' would stand out from many 'sisters' and become the 'Shangcoin', and in the eyes of thousands of colleagues, the Holy Coin Archbishop brought a crown for himself and became the new archbishop, and since then he has walked to the pinnacle of life... I can't help but get excited just thinking about it...

With such excitement, she walked out of the splendid hall in the envious or jealous eyes of many sisters all the way to welcome the sun.

It's just that I just arrived at the port in a trance, and suddenly remembered that the archbishop only gave him a vague 'guard' mission, but he didn't send any escort 'guard' knights... Is it just such a pastor who travels lightly?

Wait a minute... She suddenly remembered that she was excited to be taken care of, since she was going to travel far away, but she didn't even have time to prepare a piece of clothing... Even the clothes on his body are still the sacrificial clothes of the church...

No wonder people looked at her a little strangely all the way...

She was hesitating whether to run back to the temple to pack up her salutes when she saw a loud hum from the dreadnought, painted with a battle axe and a hammer intertwined in the distant harbor...

It's leaving...

Let's go...

'Don't!Wait!Wait!Wait for me!'

A few minutes later, Sharela, who had managed to reach the entrance of the deck before the Intrepid lifted anchor, was like a Samoyed about to die, panting with her hands on her knees, and at the same time extremely afraid.

Almost! she almost delayed the goddess's oracle!

That pretty much meant her future at Fortune Church... It's bleak!

Fortunately... Luckily, I caught up...

"This... Miss Fortune Pastor, may I ask you... Are you here to enlist as a 'ship escort'?"

Felix, who was the 'Captain of the Guard' of the Dreadnought, looked up and down at the panting Pastor Woking in front of him, and couldn't help but swallow and ask.

In the bottom of my heart, I had to silently say a word of praise for the ceremonial robes of the priests of Goddess Woking.

The priest in front of her was really beautiful, with long golden hair that seemed to glow and was tied by a gilded crown full of precious stones, and a silk shirt, wearing only a sleeveless short robe made of wool, which was already half wet with sweat at the moment, and even faintly could see the black suspender wrap underneath, and a red leather skirt and white suspender stockings on the lower body, holding a luxurious cane inlaid with blue gems.

With such a degree of luxury, I am afraid that the kings of some small countries are proud of themselves...

"Hmm... Yes, but my main purpose was to travel to the south to spread the teachings of the goddess. ”

When the priest got up, she naturally saw the lewd gaze of the guy in front of her at a glance, and couldn't help but protect her chest with some restraint, and pursed her lips.

"Well, welcome to the Dreadnought. Felix quickly withdrew his gaze and stepped out of the way.

'Finally, it's finally coming up... There are so many—' Shareela came to the deck with her staff in her hand, and with all the eyes of the crowd.

A gust of sea breeze blew, and Miss Pastor, who had already been soaked with sweat, suddenly shivered, and couldn't help sneezing.

"Yawn!"

'It's over... I didn't bring any replacement clothes for the trip...'

Sharella suddenly felt that her trip was probably a bit bumpy and difficult...

......

On the top three decks, Levi naturally noticed the priest who hurried from the temple, frowned slightly, and then immediately expanded, and couldn't help but think to himself:

Did Woking foresee something? Will I play off?'

That's probably too much to look down on me. ’

Just then, the Dreadnought let out a second hum.

'Dirty ~~~~~~'

After replenishing a wave of 'escorts', the 'merchant ship' from the north finally left Am's Ascatra and headed for the unknown southern seas.

At the same time, the four two-masted merchant ships belonging to the John Chamber of Commerce were also temporarily transferred by Alyssa and left with them, like 'guards' by her side at all times.