Heaven’s Intention

At dusk, the setting sun shines

Vardenwen's face turned ashen. Patrol around.

At this time, the dead have been eaten up by all kinds of fierce fish attracted by the blood, and the few survivors are rescued by the old captain Jing Ke.

The entire ocean is rough, but there is no trace of it. Once the opportunity is lost, it is impossible to know a ship and a fleet in the vast sea.

Wadenwen held back his breath and asked a man in a black robe with his face hidden in the darkness.

Master Pumiz, do you know the whereabouts of this Romon? Wadenwen asked, I heard that there are prophecy spells in the magic system.

If prophecy can be used in this way, there will be no fugitives in this world, and there will be no pirates! Pumiz said with a sneer: If I want to predict the general direction, I can barely do it. The fourth-level magic creature positioning can reach .”

If you want to directly obtain the specific location of a ship in the vast sea, in terms of magic, only archmages above level 15 can do it, but you only know the location at that time, and you can't keep track of it. Knowing the exact location of a ship and keeping track of it all the time, the only way to ask the gods for answers is to ask the gods directly. Unfortunately, the gods are generally not interested in answering such idiotic questions. Of course, if you think your grace and favor are enough, you can try it .”

Master Pumiz, as long as you can find out the direction, that's enough. Hearing the sarcastic words, Wadenwen said with some embarrassment.

Pumiz snorted coldly, and said, I need the aura of one of the opponent's items to cast this spell.

Master Pumiz, we don't have any items with the other party's aura now, but don't forget that they are fighting here. Although they have been cleaned by fish and the ocean, it is not difficult for us to find an item with aura. Wa Deng Wen said in a good-tempered manner, and then ordered people to fish for something: After all, we don't need to find the items of that nobleman named Romon, we just need any item related to the opponent's fleet.

A seventh-level mage can still improve in the future. No matter what time it is, he is a noble person. In the future, Jianguo will also borrow a lot of strength from him. He can tolerate the other party's temper.

Seeing him like this, Pumizi felt that Waddenwen should not be underestimated. Although the sneer was not dismissed, his words were not so harsh.

After a while, an item from the Romon fleet was picked up. The mage took it over and his face became serious.

He began to chant the mysterious mantra.

The mysterious power slowly condenses, and a finger is condensed in the air. When the spell is over, you will get directions from the other party, and everything is going well.

But just as the spell was about to end, the originally serious mage suddenly showed an incredulous expression on his face, which was truly a shock from the heart.

Almost at the same time, a rumbling sound of thunder was heard in the ear, followed by huge lightning streaking across the sky.

The mage fell down in response, with blood spattering from his mouth, and his fingers in the air immediately dispersed.

Master Pumiz, what's wrong with you? The people around were shocked.

Panting for a while, Pumiz stopped, he pushed away the pirate who was supporting him, and raised his head, a few drops of cold water fell on the mage's face, he raised his head and stared into the distance: It's raining?

at this time. Another bolt of lightning strikes, and with the lightning, amidst the crackling sound, heavy rain falls from the sky.

Master, are you okay?

No, it's okay. It just so happened that the thunderstorm interrupted my spellcasting. The mage narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully, but said this: I won't be able to cast this spell for you again within three days.

Hey, this nobleman is really lucky. Vardenwen glanced at the fifty ships on the sea, and then saw a group of mages behind. Although there were only five or six of them, he still showed a satisfied look.

...The people on the Iron Throne will all be relocated to the island this time. My lord, there are quite a few people who can't stay at sea for a long time. Pumiz said slowly.

...Master Pumiz, I will pay attention, but it is said that this nobleman is a druid, maybe we need your strength.

Understood, send the apprentices and related personnel to the island, and we will keep three mages here—including me! Pumiz said while looking into the distance.

That's enough. Wadenwen showed a satisfied look, and then showed killing intent in a blink of an eye: Hey, this nobleman is really interesting. He even learned our tactics. Next time, he will definitely not let him have another chance.

Almost at the same time. The wind blew up, and Romon's fleet in the distance was also affected.

In the wind and rain, the vast ocean appears dark. Countless waves collide with each other, stirring and roaring.

Shaking his body, Romon woke up from his meditation, and the detection that had sunk into his body receded like a tide.

When I opened my eyes, I felt the storm outside.

How's the situation? Romon came out, not surprised to see a first officer waiting on him, so he asked.

My lord, although the storm is strong, the Ogg Strait is close to the mainland, and the waves are not very big. The first officer said, he was a middle-aged man, and he was also in the same group as Shakat back then.

The group of people who are still following after fifteen years, after Shakat developed. They all became captains or first mates, and Romon didn't mind much about it.

In a country with a feudal system, although the royal power and the sovereign power are not life and death, but at the same time, they also ensure the stability of the status and order, and it is basically impossible for treasonous behavior.

Then when can we return to the port?

Without interception, if we sail overnight, we can reach the port before dawn.

Well, I'll leave these things to you, by the way. Call me Shakat. Romon said.

Yes, my lord!

Seeing the first mate go out, Romon sat lazily on the sofa.

Holding a piece of parchment in his hand, he turned it over and over again, and looked carefully, it was a map of the coastal area.

From the perspective of the earth, this map is extremely rough and not accurate enough, but in this world, this is an accurate map, and it is not for the nobles who cannot get this kind of thing.

Of course, the upper echelons of the Mage Guild and the Adventurer's Guild must also have them.

To a certain extent, the map production is quite detailed, and the towns and even villages along the coast are marked, and feasible rivers, forests, and coastal waterways are also drawn.

The entire coastal area presents a concave shape, and the coastal plains have been developed. Not far away, there is a thorn forest. On top of it are large mountains and forests that no one has set foot in, forming a nearly long and narrow area.

With only a glance at the Thorn Forest, Romon found his territory, and then looked at the surrounding islands.

There are more than a dozen islands around, but the one that attracted Romon's heart was an island called Treasure Island. , only briefly introduced.

At this moment, the door opened, and Shakat, who was wearing a navy uniform, came in: My lord, what is your summons?

Sit down, is the sailor's condition stable now?

My lord, it has been completely stabilized. Except for the war dead, it is estimated that only about 20 people have become disabled and cannot be fully recovered. The rest have been stabilized under your healing potion.

Well, this time we took advantage of many opportunities to delay and exhaust the pirates, and won the battle, but many problems were exposed! Romon said.

Yes, I haven't seen it in more than ten years. I can't imagine that the level of pirates is so high now. Shakat is a straightforward person, he said: Compared to the combat effectiveness of our sailors, even if they are adjusted, they are still a little short.

After this battle, what now?

It's still worse. Shakat understood what Romon meant, and said.

We launched a sneak attack this time, but judging from the pirates' reaction, we may not have this chance next time, so in the final analysis, it is still about strength. When you go back this time, you must enrich the navy and fill up the four extra ships. Luo When Meng said this, he narrowed his eyes sharply: As for the original naval officers, all of them will be repelled.

Yes, my lord! Shakat couldn't help but tremble when he heard this.

Seeing that he agreed, Romon smiled. This victory, pulling back four ships and sinking one, has already done a great job, and the nobles urged it, and there is a reason for it.

Maybe only by raising the bandits to be self-respecting can he benefit continuously?

Romon even faintly flashed this thought.

Afterwards, he put this thought aside and asked, You were at sea before, do you know the situation of Treasure Island?

My lord, I know a little bit. It was said that a gold mine and a silver mine were discovered on the island, so it was called Treasure Island, but now the gold and silver have been mined long ago.

What's the condition, can it be developed? Romon asked this question.

My lord, there is a small plain in the eastern part of the island, and the other landforms are hills, but the water depth is wide and it is an excellent harbor. The vicinity of this island is the best fishing ground along the coast. It is rich in various fish, shrimp and crabs. Sha Carter thought for a while, then replied.

After a pause, he understood what Romon meant, and said excitedly: My lord, I think that the island, not to mention the hills, can develop five jazz collars on the plain alone! It's no problem at all! And , and there are abundant fishing grounds nearby, if this island can be obtained as a territory, it can at least be equivalent to a territory of 50 square kilometers on land.

It's good to have plains, and we can develop some farmland. Romon smiled slightly, and just said simply, shrugging his shoulders: This piece of meat is not big or small, who has no plans for the nobles? It’s hard to say if you can’t take it.”

My lord, didn't you say before that the spoils belong to you? If you capture this island, it should be your territory, right? Shakat slapped his thigh and made a crisp sound as he said.

Hmm... spoils of war refer to general spoils of war. It's hard to say whether this island counts or not. Romon stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and then said slowly, I'm afraid it's not as simple as that, it's really tricky!

However, it depends on human effort. As long as you train the fleet well, we still have a chance—I won't be stingy with those who have made merit. Romon said with a sneer.

Yes, my lord! Although the words were vague, Shakat had heard the meaning, and he saluted: Yes!

Seeing Shakat leave after a while, remembering that fifteen years ago, this person fought for his ideals and regarded wealth as dirt. Romon suddenly remembered something on the earth, and couldn't help but smile: Sure enough, time and setbacks are the biggest Once a person reaches middle age, no matter how great an idealist is, he will become a real person, hehe. (!)