The glowing dust that floats in the bottle is the "dust of evil spirits" that Evan once couldn't ask for.

However, two months ago, the indigenous Yucatan tribe had just coincidentally acquired a part, and now it didn't take long for another one to appear.

Even if the New World is rich in all kinds of spirits, it can't be so casual, right?

And listening to Necador's tone, this bottle of "Evil Spirit Dust" seems to come from that tribe as well?

"Your Excellency, I feel like we're in trouble.

I don't know why, some time ago, when our people went to trade with them again with the goods, they found that the entire camp of the Yucatan tribe had been emptied.

Didn't even leave us any information, only found this in the longhouse of the tribal leader Apsova.

Since you got something similar last time you killed the Lost Evil Spirit 'Pocatello', I want you to see if there are any clues. ”

While talking about Necado, he was also a little worried, the Yucatan tribe was related to a large part of his fur trade.

Now that you don't say goodbye like this, how will the fur trade continue in the future?

Hearing his words, Evan didn't immediately study what was special about the bottle of "Evil Spirit Dust", but lit up all the hanging wind chimes planted in the captain's room.

Carefully staring at Necardo's face that had become much haggard recently, he frowned slightly and asked:

"Mr. Director, have you not been sleeping well lately, and you can often hear some inexplicable movements?"

Ai Wen looked a little hairy, took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, a little unsure:

"I think so, I've been feeling a little heavy in my neck lately.

Maybe it's because I've been too tired lately, and I've encountered this kind of strange thing again, and it's normal to have a bad rest.

I also have a few company employees in my department who are exhausted and even on sick leave.

It's not as good as my body!hahaha..."

Hearing his account, Evan had already confirmed his guess.

Suddenly, he reached out and snapped his fingers.

Smack-

Cracking sound...

Necardo immediately trembled, his body crackled as if he had been electrified, and even his hair stood on end.

"Captain Aven, this... It's dry... What the... Huh?"

The numb tongue has not yet been straightened.

Ah——!h

A shrill and short scream rang out in the captain's quarters, then vanished in an instant.

"There used to be something that wasn't very clean, but now it's okay.

A word of advice to you, don't worry about your fur anymore.

There may be a more powerful guy than the bereaved spirit 'Pocatello' who has been to the Yucatan tribe.

Just a little bit of breath has this level, and if you want to pursue it, it will really kill you.

Go to the church and ask a priest at least the rank of patriarch to perform a purification ritual for all who have been to the Yucatan tribe. ”

"Something even more terrifying... Evil spirits?"

Necardo, who finally realized what Evan had just done, couldn't help but feel excited.

While his face turned paler, he no longer dared to mention the word Yucatan tribe.

After several ships have completed the transfer of supplies.

Seeing the three merchant ships and the preoccupied Necardo, he left in a hurry.

Evan looked at the bottle of "Evil Spirit Dust" in his hand that had been exchanged for several "silver talismans" with Nekado, and he felt that things might be a little tricky.

In the fur trade, it is not only the Donglunzhi company that is the beneficiary, but the win-win cooperation between Yucatan and Donglunzhi.

If the Yucatan tribe had repelled the more powerful "evil spirits" and left calmly, it must not have left no message.

Judging from the clues that are available now, it is clear that the situation of the Yucatan tribe is not very good.

But.

This news has no effect on Evan for the time being, he has no interests in Yucatan, and he lacks the motivation to track down the follow-up truth.

Especially now that he has a task on his own, at least until the Potosi Silver Mine decides to belong, or until he gets orders from above, he will not be able to step out and do anything else.

And the duration of the "Silver War" is beyond anyone's control now, including the high-ranking officials of the countries who made the decision to "start fighting".

For the time being, I can only silently hope that Necardo can find a new source of goods as soon as possible, or form his own hunting party like the North West Leather Company.

......

After the last loot trade.

It didn't take more than a few days for Evan to be able to do his sorcery research at his leisure.

The two battleships "Stormhorn" and "Endeavour", which had been cruising near the supply line, finally welcomed the first support fleets from the other colonies of Hilius.

At the same time, it finally ushered in its biggest challenge, and it was also the first head-to-head confrontation with the world's most powerful navy.

"Attention units! New targets have appeared, prepare for battle!"

Looking at the powerful fleet that was two hundred kilometers away, after repeatedly scouting to determine the strength of the other party, this time they did not choose to retreat.

Although it couldn't be easy, after weighing it with the officers on board and the "Endeavour", I felt that I could fight!

As soldiers in the rising period of the country, it is impossible for them to be afraid of war.

And if they can kill or capture this fleet, even if the "Silver War" that is related to the sky's wealth is lost in the end, their credit will be difficult to erase!

Eventually, Evan gave the order as the commander of the fleet:

"him!"

The New World is a long gourd-shaped arctic with less than 700 kilometers in the middle, known as the Balboa Isthmus, which is composed of rainforests, mountains, inland seas, and rivers.

However, even in the middle of this complex terrain, there is no way for ships to pass through, and it is impossible to connect the east and west shores.

Most of the colonies of Cyrius were located on the west coast of the mainland.

In normal times, they usually transport the gold and silver produced by the Secret Dragon and New Cyrius to Balboa City on the side of the Broken Star Sea by sea.

It was then transported by mule and horse through the tropical jungle of the Isthmus of Balboa, and transported to the port of Dios on the golden sea, where it was then transported back by sea.

The goods are okay to say.

But if the fleet of ships wanted to get from the west coast of the New World to the east coast, it had to cross the vast sea through Cape Freud, the southernmost point, and make a little detour along the coastline of the New World.

Fleets sent from the northernmost Vice-Regre of New Cyrius, or even a little closer to the Vice-Regatta of New Granada.

It would take two full months to get around the southern part of the New World to Fort Navidad in the "Golden Sea".

It was also the closest naval base to the Potosí silver mine in Hylius.

The second closest is actually the farthest geographical location, located in the southernmost part of the New World, the Vice-King of La Plata.

Although part of the colony's territory was on the east coast, it would take about a month for reinforcements to sail to the Golden Sea, and another 20 days to travel from there.

So after a full month of blockade from the sea supply line, Evan and his team finally welcomed a fleet of aid from the vice-king of La Plata.

In fact, if it weren't for the unexpected leakage of intelligence by the vanguard troops, they would not have had to move their forces in such a hurry.

It is completely possible to establish an outpost on Potosi Island, calmly deploy the army, and then unite the forces of the four vice-royal districts to crush the past in a dignified manner.

It was because of the unexpected exposure of Silver Island that infinite variables were added, and this "Silver War" was pulled into a stalemate confrontation.

It also gave Evan a chance to fish in troubled waters.

A group of officers in crisp naval uniforms had arrived en masse on the stern floor for a pre-war meeting.

"There's a third-class ship of Syrius?

Your Excellency, Captain: Conventional combat power is not a big problem.

However, according to the tradition of Cyrius, large warships such as the third class are usually equipped with the patriarchal (transcendent second order) clergy of the Eternal Flame Church.

At critical moments, the priesthood may also provide various spell countermeasures, so we must be careful. ”

Boris, who has been fully integrated into the "Cape Storm", has the special authority granted to him by Aven, and has been able to use the ship's powerful intelligence capabilities with ease.

The first time he saw the other party, he had already proposed to Aven the part of the ambush that was most likely to go wrong in this ambush battle based on his own experience.

"Okay, I got it!"

Didn't ask Boris how he gained these experiences, frontal battles, disguised privateer fleets... Twenty years of service in the New World has too much potential for conflict.

Hearing his advice, Aven was only eager to try.

Gently rubbing the "acorn" on his neck, the opponent of the spell can only be a spell, and the time has come to verify the results of his research during this time.

In the distance, the Sylius fleet, the flagship "Startenburg".

"Your Excellency, Captain, why don't we wait for Fort Navidad to depart?

Didn't the front line send back information that the sea area has not been peaceful recently, and many of the small supply fleets have been missing?"

In the captain's quarters of the flagship and pilot ship, the Startenburg, two officers and a clergyman dressed in red-edged robes on a white background sat around the command table and looked at the charts on the table.

The clergyman, with his wavy hair and short beard, suddenly asked.

"Imam Edmond, rest assured that there will be no accidents.

The missing were all ineffective supply ships and merchant ships, and the so-called 'ghosts of the sea' were nothing more than a trick by Sack or Atlan.

Maybe there are still some guys who are not willing to be lonely behind the scenes.

But any intrigue is meaningless in the face of absolute strength, and with this third-class battleship 'Startenburg', any enemy will only be directly crushed. ”

The captain, Colonel Stanley, looked at the actual Supreme Commander next to him, Colonel Reynolds Ban, who belonged to the Army, and explained to the servant of the "Eternal Flame" very easily.

"And as far as I know, those restless nations did not have a few third-class battleships in the entire New World, for fear that the kingdom would not like it and send them to the bottom of the sea with their hard-earned money.

Unless they dispatch the 'Quasi-Legend' to completely start a national war, no one will be our opponent!"

Although this is a bit proud, they do have the confidence to be proud.

At this time, he had a total of four warships under his command.

They are the third-class battleship "Startenberg", which is almost the most powerful third-class battleship under the quasi-legend, and three full-service fifth-class cruisers in the military configuration of the New World.

In particular, the "Startenberg" was a large ship with 74 shipboard guns, a total of 28 32-pounder guns, 30 24-pounder guns, and 16 9-pounder guns.

With a capacity of 680 people and a displacement of 1,500 tons, it is also the main battleship among the battleships of the Navy. It is the most perfect combination of firepower, speed and cost in this era, and it is the backbone of the battle line.

Different from the compromise model of the fourth-class ship, the third-class ship is a real weapon to suppress sea power, and it is also one of the foundations of a country's naval strength.

And because of the naval warfare that Cyrius was accustomed to, their warships were much wider, longer, and larger than those of other countries, and had extraordinary stability.

Like a mobile fortress on the sea, it is condescending in the battle and has an unparalleled combat advantage.

If someone else wants to attack them, they must first capture a huge sea fortress.

"What's more, even if there is really a 'ghost of the sea', isn't there still you, the servant of the 'Eternal Flame'. I believe that in your flames, any evil will be cleansed!"

"It's all the power of God! The flame protects the world. O man who stands in the light, he will not be harmed by evil!"

Edmund crossed his hands on his chest and reverently preached the prayers of the Eternal Flame Church.

The two officers looked at each other, crossed their hands and chanted aloud:

"Flame cleanses our souls!"