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North of the Berserk Sea, near the safe shipping lane.
The cargo ship cut through the waves, its hull surging forward, the steam engine roaring, spewing white steam.
The Sun shone on the sea, and waves splashed spray against the ship's side as Ferran stood on the deck, enjoying the sea breeze on his face and embracing the Sun.
Most of the Sailors on deck were doing the same; on the second day after departing Hakata Port, a massive storm appeared on their original route.
The Captain immediately ordered a change of course to bypass that area; in the complex sea conditions of the Berserk Sea, no one dared to take chances.
Fortunately, the Goddess of Fortune favored them; despite two consecutive days of continuous rain, they indeed avoided the storm's center, and after leaving the dangerous area, they finally saw the long-awaited Sun.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the cargo ship headed towards the safe shipping lane.
The Sailor standing on the lookout post exclaimed with a slightly trembling voice:
"Quick, look to the east! That's..."
All the Sailors on deck turned their heads to the east, somewhat surprised, and the next moment, even the most experienced old Sailors couldn't help but tremble slightly.
On the eastern horizon, another huge sailboat appeared, its flag an eye surrounded by ten stars, an eye without eyelashes.
At the top of the sailboat stood a lady, dressed in a black classical robe, adorned with numerous symbolic patterns and magical markings, the most prominent being a mysterious eye, an eye without eyelashes.
She wasn't looking at the cargo ship Ferran was on but turned her head to gaze at the storm in the center of the Berserk Sea not far away.
Many Sailors who had once been Pirates and participated in Pirate gatherings recognized her and said with trembling voices, "Admiral of Stars Cattleya..."
Ferran felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, his mouth a little bitter, and he sighed that his luck was poor, wondering whether to pray for rescue from the Order Master or his Blessed.
The Captain, whose hair was already streaked with white, rushed out of the cabin, holding a sail with a certain symbol etched on it, and sharply rebuked:
"You cowards, are you standing here waiting to die? Hurry up and hang this thing!" He said, raising the sail in his hand, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
The Sailors on deck woke up as if from a dream, hastily hanging the sail at the very top of the cargo ship.
To Ferran's surprise, the Future only approached within a certain distance and did not show any signs of attack.
A man in overalls and a white shirt stood on the deck of the Future; he was about thirty, strongly built, with dense body hair, so much so that his exposed forearms looked like they were covered in a layer of brown sweater.
He wore a round-brimmed hat with a dent in the middle, revealing a hearty smile, and extended his right hand, saying, "Friends on the other side, hello! I am Frank Lee, the First Mate of the Future. No need to be nervous, we..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled away by a female Sailor dressed as a Sailor.
Ferran's eyes flickered; Frank Lee, the "Poison Expert" with a bounty of 7,000 pounds!
Watching the Future gradually move away, everyone let out a soft sigh, feeling as if they had escaped a disaster.
Although their ship was specifically for transporting supplies for Pirates, under normal circumstances, no Pirate would rob them, but those Pirate Kings and Pirate admirals were not bound by such rules.
Having escaped danger, the crowd quickly regained their spirits and set off towards the safe shipping lane, mustering all their strength to reach Desi Bay as quickly as possible.
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After the Rose School of Thought incident, Aaron continued to complete his bounty missions.
Perhaps his bad luck had run out last time, as the missions over the past two days went very smoothly.
At night, he would put on his black tights and search for Criminals in the East Borough, Dock District, and Bridge areas, knocking them out and leaving them at the police station's doorstep, or judging them in his own way.
This continued for almost two days, and under such high-intensity role-playing, Aaron felt his potion was digesting very quickly.
At 11 PM on Friday night, after judging a Criminal in his own way, Aaron used Spirit World Travel to return to his bedroom, washed up in the washroom, and prepared for this week's Chaos Council.
After skillfully setting up the ritual, Aaron arrived at the magnificent palace above the dark golden mist, sitting in the first high-backed chair on the lower side.
At the deepest part of the throne, a majestic figure enveloped in dark golden mist re-condensed.
Feeling that the time had come, Aaron waved his hand, and the light spots on the stone chairs below suddenly expanded, transforming into four figures.
The blurriness in front of his eyes faded, and Checker found himself once again in the magnificent palace.
Even though it wasn't his first time being pulled here, he couldn't help but tremble at such power, while Louise had an excited expression.
Aaron sat in the high-backed chair, observing the colors in everyone's spiritual depths, then nodded slightly.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Aaron was the first to stand up and bow to the majestic figure on the throne, and the others also hastily stood up, imitating him.
To avoid an awkward silence, Aaron spoke first:
"The Lord's original intention for establishing the Council was to cultivate favored ones.
As favored ones, we must help each other and communicate to welcome the Lord's arrival."
"So if you have any questions, you can ask them here, and everyone can speak freely; ordinary information is free."
Ferran's eyes lit up, recalling his encounter a few days ago, and he stood up, faced Aaron, and bowed, saying:
"Mister Blessed, could you elaborate on the four Pirate Kings and the other five Pirate admirals?"
"On the island, I've only heard their names and nicknames; I don't know what Beyonder abilities they possess."
This question also made the others' eyes light up, especially Louise, whose eyes gleamed.
As a Sanguine living inland, she yearned for the sea but knew very little about it.
Aaron nodded, pretended to think for a moment, and said:
"The most powerful Pirate King is Nast, the Five Seas King.
He claims to be a descendant of the Solomon Empire from the Fourth Epoch."
"He himself is a Sequence 3 Frenzied Mage and also possesses the Ghost Ship Black Emperor left behind by the Solomon Empire.
He is skilled at utilizing order, capable of pulling enemies into the domain he is most proficient in for combat, and creating all sorts of incredible effects."
"The owner of the Dawn is Queen Mystic.
She is Roselle's eldest daughter, once a Warlock, and now has also entered the realm of demigods."
"The King of Immortality is a demigod from the Criminal Pathway, extremely cunning and evil."
"The Black Throne King is a demigod in the spiritual domain, but he has rarely appeared at sea recently."
After briefly introducing the "Four Kings," Aaron shifted the topic to the remaining six Pirate admirals:
"Ludwell, the owner of the Black Tulip, was once a subordinate of the Five Seas King.
He later became independent, calling himself the 'Admiral Hell,' and is closely connected with the Numinous Episcopate.
He is a powerful Spirit Medium, capable of commanding various Spirit World creatures."
"Admiral of Stars Cattleya once followed Queen Mystic, and later she joined the Moses Ascetic Order."
Aaron then briefly introduced Senior, the "Admiral of Blood"; Hal-Constantine, the "The Deep Vice Admiral" who possesses some sea monster bloodline; Edwina Edwards, who calls herself "Vice Admiral Iceberg"; and Bulatov Ivan, the "Vice Admiral Dusk."
Aaron finally curved his lips slightly and said with a hint of teasing, "Qilangos, the Vice Admiral Hurricane, will become the seventh Pirate Admiral after some time."
"Thank you very much for your sharing." Ferran, having received the answer, quickly responded with gratitude.
Then he thought for a moment and asked, "I wonder, Mister Blessed, have you heard of Frank Lee, the First Mate of the Future?"
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