In the blink of an eye, the time came to a few days later.

In the direction of the two compass points north-west of the [Maneater], against the cold current and northeast wind along the ice sheet, it crossed half of the North Sea all the way to the north.

In late October, the sea breeze is getting colder, but the sun is very good.

Bell, bell, bell...

On the back deck, Byron was playing against little Hans, the carpenter, and Jon, who had two fingers cut off by Salman.

Even if they use real swords, the gap between the swordsmanship of the two sides is too big, and no one will worry about causing accidental injuries.

With the power system of the [Silver Law] in this world, there is no future at all for going it alone.

No matter how powerful an extraordinary person is, he must have an army that is absolutely loyal to him, so that he will not capsize in the gutter.

Although compared to the guardian knights and guards trained by his uncle and father, most of the pirates on this ship were rotten sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs.

But these two guys who have not been contaminated by the [Blood of Transmutation] have the potential for spiritual awakening, and it is not impossible to use them if they are cultivated.

Thomas and Parry, the trainee navigators he also manages, are similar to them.

Basically, there is no hope of self-awakening, it is nothing more than a question of how many resources need to be spent on cultivation in the later stage.

After a while of sparring, the two of them were panting and shaking, and their footwork was scattered, but they couldn't even touch the corners of Byron's clothes.

Seeing the two trainee navigators lying on the ground sticking out their tongues next to him, Byron also felt as if he was in a hurry, and shook his head and put his sword into the sheath:

"The foundation of several of you is too poor, and you have not systematically learned swordsmanship at all, at most it is at the level of ordinary militia.

Let's put aside the [Fisher's Sword Cutting Technique], which pirates must learn, and start with holding a sword.

The same goes for everyone else. ”

Turning his head, a few other young people in the small circle who were not so good in qualifications also approached.

Teach them how to hold a sword.

"Hold the sword firmly, but not too tightly, or your arm will get tired quickly.

Only when slashing and blocking do you need to exert force.

How to relax your hand after completing a movement is a very important ability, which is called by swordsmen: soft hand.

It's a necessary introduction to learning any swordsmanship, and it will make your hands more agile without getting tired and stiff..."

"The essence of the ferocious [Fisher's Swordsmanship] is to attack, attack, and attack.

Beginners must firmly hold their 'line of attack', which is the trajectory that the weapon will pass if it wants to hit the opponent.

Remember the main points of the offensive moves:

When attacking, never let your front foot land before your sword reaches its target, and never let the tip of your sword leave the best line of attack for attacking!

Only in this way will you be able to stab your opponent faster than your opponent and save your own life..."

A group of young people listened very attentively.

They may be naïve, but they are definitely not stupid, and everyone knows that every word Byron says now has the potential to change their fate in the future.

Unlike the navy, which has a systematic training system, the pirate community pursues the principle of "the leftover is king".

Countless sailors who can't survive board the pirate ship, and after experiencing bloody battles, as long as they are alive, they will definitely be able to become strong between life and death.

If you learn more now, you will be more likely to be the "leftovers".

This is the right way to cultivate transcendental beings in a down-to-earth manner.

It's not as mysterious as that [Blood of Battle], but it's really for their good.

Thus, in the minds of the small group that already worshiped Byron, he added a benevolent label to strength, erudition, and humility.

In particular, [Eight Fingers] is especially grateful to him.

With Chef Byron in the way, there was no longer a need for his little assistant to serve the terrifying captain.

It even gave him a glimmer of otherworldly hope.

Compared to some of the people on the ship, the perfect knights who play the main role in the saga are nothing more than that.

Feeling the fiery gaze of [Eight Fingers], Byron glanced at the [Logbook] and smiled knowing when he saw the new content on it.

"Date: October 22, 1471.

The weather is sunny with a northeast wind of level 4.

Route: North Sea area, Eternal Night Peninsula offshore route, starboard wind-close sailing

Supplies: Pirate ship Man-Shark (small Galen)...

Crew:

Cook Jon, 19 years old, a native of Northland Bay, a fisherman from the Kingdom of Darkins, has only received three months of militia training, and has a clean background, honest to the point of being cowardly.

Title: [Eight Fingers]

With the title of ridicule and contempt of his companions, the most helpless moment of his sailor career was inscribed.

Because he was honest and easy to bully, he was sent to the most dangerous position by his sinister companions.

Ever since I got on board, I have always lived in fear.

The two fingers that were bitten off by the captain were the helpless blood and tears of the weak, and the helplessness of an honest man against bad luck.

But this humiliation has been buried deep in his heart.

When the threshold is broken, even if it is just an insignificant fuse, it is possible to completely break through the bottom line of honest people and usher in an explosive terrorist backlash!

(Don't bully those honest people casually, or you may not realize that your life is worth until you fall...) Five bucks. ）

Loyalty: 91 (full value of 100, betrayal can occur at any time below 60)

Knowledge: Fisher's Swordsmanship (Beginner)

Note: The ordinary passer-by is the existence on this ship that most wants you to replace the captain [Bloody Eye] Salman, and there is no one! ”

[Echoes of History] records its own crew in more detail than the enemy, and there is also a hint of "loyalty".

Even if you haven't been an officer on a ship, if you've played a strategy game, you know what loyalty means to an organization.

As long as he has it, it means that Byron knows the condition of his crew at a glance.

Not only can you keep out the dangers in the dark, but even if your own people are suddenly turned against you, you can also find the abnormality at the first time.

And he's just one thing short of now... Captain's title.

Out of the corner of his eye, he swept through the door of the captain's quarters, and his face was unmistakable, as if he had never seen the horrific scene of that night.

At this moment, the lookout, who had been guarding the mainmast, suddenly shouted:

"Look, the buoys on the sea, Iron Anchor Bay has arrived!"

No matter what the pirates on board were doing, they were all in good spirits and poured onto the deck.

When he escaped before, in order to break the hook of the warship, he used the extremely dangerous "anchor turn" to shake the whole ship.

It was necessary to go to a large dry dock for complete repairs.

Only Iron Anchor Bay, the largest pirate port in the North Sea, could meet the demand.

Moreover, they lost more than half of their personnel, and even if they saw merchant ships, they could only stare dryly, hoping to replenish a group of elites who could dare to rush from Iron Anchor Bay.

What's more, the Maneater used to only need to "sacrifice" the chef every once in a while.

But catalyzed by Byron's never repeat gout package.

Salman is in this "pre-dawn darkness" with increasing frequency, more and more pain, and more and more madness.

In the past few days, several people have disappeared on the ship, causing everyone to be in danger and eager to get off the ship quickly.

"Huh? Why are there only buoys here, and what about the port? ”

Most of them were coming to Iron Anchor Bay for the first time, and they were a little dazed when they saw what they saw.

Not far from the bow of the ship, there was only a rudimentary barrel buoy tethered by anchor ropes, with a skull pierced by a spear.

Behind the buoy, there was a wall-like white mist.

There is no shadow of a pirate port at all.

Although Byron was well-informed, he had never been to this iron anchor bay, which was only accessible to pirates, and had only heard many legends about it.

Just when the pirates were getting restless.

"Iron Anchor Bay is here."

The door to the captain's room slammed open, and Salman limped out.

Gastronomy - Seriously Ill - Cannibalism - Relief - Gastronomy - Seriously Ill - Cannibalism... Repeat the cycle on him.

His stomach was gradually conquered by Byron's cooking skills, and his five meals a day were inseparable from his food.

Especially after taking out the hot pot where everything can be shabu-shabu, as well as the wise saying that "nutrition is in the soup", Salman must even kill the bottom of the seafood pot before he stops every meal.

I'm afraid it's almost over.

It depends on which of the two of them can't hold it first.

He took out the [Ten Commandments of Pirates] written on parchment paper and covered with bloody fingerprints from his bosom, and solemnly placed it on the steering wheel.

A blood-colored spiritual glow spread over it.

Slowly recited the motto of the Lighthouse Sequence, also known as the Pirate Ship Sequence, which was adhered to by the transcendents:

"Strength is better than hard work!"

Buzz——!

In Byron's [Vision], a secondary legal net different from the [Silver Law] instantly emerged, which perfectly matched the [Ten Commandments of Pirates].

It was the iron law of royal power that belonged to the Pirate Emperor - the [Pirate Code].

A blood-colored spiritual glow spilled out from the French Open, staining the white mist in front of his eyes, forming a pirate emblem that belonged to the shark-riding skeleton of the Man-Shark.

Rush into the depths of the mist.

Soon, a "bang" of paddles came from the depths of the white mist.