Two days later, Midi and his entourage finally set foot on the land of Faroe Bay, the largest city on the West Coast.

Instead of immediately trying to break into the upper echelons of the West Coast's maritime families, as Wells thought, Midi parted ways in a very low-key and cautious manner.

He disembarked from the ironclad battleship of the Conqueror, still aboard the Southern Sky Star, and arrived at Faro Bay as if nothing had happened.

If you have to say anything, it's just that he has changed from a passenger of the Nantian Star to the boss of the Nantian Star, and from now on he can dispatch the Nantian Star and the Albatross at will, that's all.

Although she had not yet set foot on the shore and found an overly beautiful and gifted partner, Midi did not take it lightly. He knew very well that no matter how outstanding he was in personal force, in this land full of sea breeze and humidity, he could still only be regarded as a self-made type with no foundation.

Not only that, but because it was to complete the expansion of the power before the Delos Empire, many drastic methods could not be used by Midi at all.

And the chips he has now are only one - money.

With the support of Fina, the queen of magic bullets, how much money is needed, that is just a matter of words. However, Midi is also very clear that using money to open the way seems simple and rude, but in fact, it can't go too far after all

Although a disadvantaged child like Wells will need investment and support, if he is the head of the Feifan family, how can he be short of money?

And those giants who control the apex of major fields are unlikely to be impressed by such a thing as money. At their level, like Midi, they all look at the overall situation, and what they want to grasp is the general trend, and money is of little help in such a contest, and it may even make people perceive that your means are single, and then be targeted.

So, with only money, Midi won't be in the West Coast's social circles easily.

It would be equivalent to a defenseless warrior, not to mention a soldier with incomplete weapons or even armor, going directly to a bloody battlefield, and the result, even if he did not die, was seriously injured, but it was impossible to achieve victory.

He has to arm himself and find out the details of his opponent at the same time, so that he will emerge from behind the curtain and enter this battlefield without gunpowder.

Wells was one of Midi's landings on the West Coast's huge chessboard, but it wasn't an immediate one, at least not until the ironclad ships were built and the crew was configured, and he would be able to make his voice heard within the Sail family.

During this period, Midi did not mean to wait, but continued to keep falling, covering the entire chessboard with his open and secret moves.

At this moment, his second target is another major area on the West Coast besides maritime affairs-

Dojo.

If "maritime" is the blood of the West Coast's prosperity, then the "dojo" is the foundation of the West Coast's self-reliance.

As a loose system of business alliances, the West Coast has no aristocracy, let alone kings, only a variety of families and powers. In the smaller areas, whoever established the town and the port was the person in charge of it, while in the case of the largest metropolis on the west coast, such as Faroe Bay, a few large families and powerful forces formed a commercial council to jointly administer the city and the docks.

In such a way of governance, it is natural that there can be no army. In addition, since the power of the west coast is concentrated in the cities, unlike the Belmar nobility, each lord has a large territory under his rule, so it is not easy to raise a private army with thousands of people.

And the dojo is a kind of group that is born in this kind of intertwined mutual struggle, with force as the greatest reliance.

They usually recruit students from the West Coast, teach moves, and help students level up, similar to a martial arts training camp, and when the time comes, they become a powerful force, each student is a warrior, and only fights for their own dojo.

Over the past 100 years, "maritime" and "dojo" have finally become the two biggest features of the West Coast.

And many maritime families are also inextricably linked with the avenue, one of them has mastered money and the sea, and the other has mastered the force and the city, supporting each other, coexisting and coexisting, and firmly controlling the entire West Coast.

Now that there is an entry point in the maritime industry, it is natural that Midi will also participate in the dojo now.

With a two-pronged approach, he was able to truly gain a foothold in this land of sea breezes, and then seek greater influence.

This time, though, Midi didn't need to try her luck and wait for another Wells to come out. Before he boarded the Southern Sky Star, he had already made up his mind about which dojo he was looking for as a place to enter the master, and all he had to do now was to go there to find out the specific situation.

As soon as he landed, Midi summoned a spacious carriage and sailed directly from the deep-water port to Faroe Bay

The horse's hooves galloped, the wheels rolled, the sea breeze blowing, and the colorful introduction of the veteran coachman that Socia had specially found, and time flew by imperceptibly. Soon, this bustling port city came into the eyes of Midi.

Unlike the fortified cities of Belmar, which have high walls, Faroe Bay is a completely open area, with no walls, no moats, not even any defensive towers, and is a completely commercial city.

In the city, each force has its own range of neighborhoods, like satellites, that surround the main city. The main city in the centre is bustling with traffic – the old Colosseum, the Grand Theatre, the expansive racecourse, the auction houses, and the various trading centres that make the whole of Faro Bay bustling with activity.

Not only that, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the people walking on the street come from all over the world. Here, you can see the Void Ancestors who are accustomed to wearing white practice clothes, those who are tall and thick-haired Bantu from the north, and of course, there are also many adventurers from the Delos Empire.

However, due to the civil war in Belmar some time ago, at this moment, the number of rich Belmar who came to Faroe Bay for refuge, as well as those parliamentary nobles who fled, are the largest. Fortunately, Midi has also been disguised, so she is naturally not afraid of being recognized.

Through the bustling streets, the carriage traveled all the way, and finally, it came to the door of a dojo.

This ashram looks to be some years old, and its main entrance is made of black cedar wood, and the system is open and atmospheric, revealing an ancient charm. Obviously, the people who founded this dojo back then had great foresight and ambition.

And above the main entrance of the dojo, there is a plaque with such a large line written on it - Lionheart Dojo.

This is the destination of Midi's trip.

A dojo named after a lion.

The ashram was founded by the famous Iron Lord Heydrich Hamilton

Thirty years ago, the Iron and Blood Grand Duke was in the prime of life. In the process of adventuring around the Arad continent, he not only honed his fighting skills and continuously improved his rank, but also considered the future development of the Hamilton family and even Belmar according to the different customs of each country. Soon, he realised the significance of the West Coast, a rich and militarily and politically weak land, to Hamilton, who owned the harbor.

Although he was not the head of the Hamilton family at that time, he could not make any big moves, but this did not prevent him from laying some foreshadowing casually.

The Lionheart Dojo was a product of that time, and it was a foothold established by the Iron and Blood Grand Duke himself.

And now, when the Duchy of Belmar has become a kingdom, and Midi has once again set her sights on the land, this foreshadowing has finally come in handy.

However, of course, Midi will not be naïve enough to think that there are really good things waiting for him such as "the predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade".

Although he carried the tablet of the founder of the iron-blooded Grand Duke on this trip, which can prove his identity, but thirty years have passed, and everything must have been a matter of fact.

Who is the owner of this ashram today?

Does he still recognize the original tablet?

Or, what about the level and reputation of the dojo itself, and can it have enough foundation to become Midi's help?

Everything is variable, and it is unknown.

It can even be said that the reason why the Iron and Blood Grand Duke pointed out this dojo to Midi was not so much to help Midi as to test Midi - I established the dojo back then, do you have the ability to revive the dojo now? If you don't even have this ability, you better stay away from my precious granddaughter

It's just that for Midi, who has experienced great ups and downs, great sorrows and joys in his previous life, and even tasted the death of his lover and his own death, how can he be afraid of such an examination school?

No, it should be said that to be able to get the favor of this famous iron-blooded Grand Duke, he is extremely scrappy

Being able to prove his strength in the eyes of the future Lord Taishan is an opportunity that every man wants.

His star-black eyes swept over the huge "Lionheart Dojo" plaque in front of the door, and a gleam flashed in Midi's eyes.

However, just as Midi was full of ambition to come to the ashram of the Iron Blooded Grand Duke, before he could step into the main gate with his front feet, he heard a sharp and cold voice coming from inside the dojo.

"Randall, don't hold on, in the entire Faro Bay, no one can save you, and no one can bring the Lionheart Dojo back to life, this is the place that our Zhenluo Dojo fancies, why don't you let it out quickly?"

The words were as arrogant as if no one was around, as if a crow hovering over a corpse on a battlefield was hissing, and it was disgusting.