I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

A little over a month ago, Saladin, under the guise of pirates, stormed the ship. Knowing the dangers of a sharpshooter duel, the Black Sails who believed their cause was lost were the first to surrender.

Afterward, Saladin, along with the Black Sails, persuaded all the passengers to surrender, bringing the traitorous passengers under his command—these people didn't care about Saladin's current power; they only cared whether he could give them an identity to survive.

Saladin granted them this identity, and so the traitorous passengers also joined his ranks.

Today, everyone suddenly realized that Saladin was a penniless pirate with nothing, just a new team among the many three-headed snakes.

His only ship was the 'Black Coral' under their feet.

The Black Sails were naturally unwilling, but it was already meaningless because the traitorous passengers were supporting Saladin! Their numbers were even greater, and their strength was even more terrifying.

Their interests were deeply intertwined with Saladin's. If the 'Black Coral' were retaken by the Black Sails, they would have to follow their leader to find another ship!

Therefore, they harshly disciplined the Black Sails wizards who couldn't understand the situation—against the methods of these pure Eastern Territory black wizards, the Black Sails wizards had no power to resist!

Thus, the Black Sails also recognized the situation—without a doubt, Saladin was an incredibly strong three-headed snake!

A little over a month ago, he was indeed a nobody, but now he had gathered a group of extraordinary Eastern Territory traitorous wizards!

Moreover, he possessed the strongest and newest ship in the world—the Black Coral!

Most of the Black Sails had chosen to completely submit. They accepted their defeat wholeheartedly and believed that as long as they followed Saladin, he could give them more wealth, and becoming his subordinates would be better than their previous lives in the Black Sails.

However, there were also many Black Sails who were unwilling and couldn't get over that hurdle in their hearts.

—No wonder there were so many Black Sails slaves on the ship!

These Black Sails slaves wouldn't live long. This ship hadn't seen blood yet; the new subordinates had only witnessed Saladin's wisdom and hadn't seen his cruel and thunderous methods.

He would use those slaves to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, letting his subordinates see the consequences of opposing him.

The slaves didn't know they were doomed to die, but even if they did, it would be useless.

After Saladin sacrificed them to the sea, he would pick a bone that was neither too soft nor too hard but had plenty of meat, and then lead his subordinates in a hearty victory, letting everyone see the wealth and the future he would lead them to.

Where could one find such a good bone that was neither too soft nor too hard but had plenty of meat?

It was easy to find—the remaining Black Sails forces were such a good bone!

And currently, only Saladin knew how weak the Black Sails headquarters was.

With the Eastern Territory traitors as his strong soldiers and the Black Sails wizards helping to cover his tracks, Saladin's forces would very smoothly devour the remaining Black Sails!

From then on, the navy that the Eastern Territory had spent thirty years building would completely disappear.

And Saladin, who devoured this navy, would become the strongest three-headed snake!

Such a suddenly rising force would inevitably attract the jealousy of many, including many within the Hydra and even Hydra himself.

Saladin would be suppressed.

But the Church would secretly support him. After all, the Hydra couldn't be allowed to dominate, and the more internal strife there was, the more beneficial it would be for the Holy See.

Roland shouted in his heart, 'How amusing, how truly amusing!

Old Biden, Old Biden, I'm not wronged to lose to you this time.'

No wonder such a small Tier 2 wizard like Saladin would attract the attention of the King of Thousand Eyes. Once Saladin's own strength reached Tier 3, he would be even more troublesome than Hydra.

After this incident, the probability of both Saladin, this rising star, and Hydra betraying the South would greatly decrease because they were both the Church's eyes and ears, watching each other within the Hydra.

The Hydra would become even more difficult to deal with and even stronger. Conversely, the Eastern Territory had lost its most important naval seedling—the Black Sails were finished.

In the future, under the suppression of the Hydra, the Eastern Territory would not only have no chance to develop its own navy, but the King of Thousand Eyes would also have no way to win over the Hydra.

Roland sighed inwardly, 'The South has too many talents... Or rather, there are too many talents like Saladin who defect from the Eastern Territory, and they are too awesome.'

Those who could climb out from under the shadow of the Twilight Council and dare to challenge the Twilight Council were all top-notch big shots—even if their level was low, they were still extraordinary figures!

Such a Tier 2 wizard was an example—such a small person had actually ruined the King of Thousand Eyes's grand plan!

The Twilight Council's future Great Navigation Plan was likely to be aborted. The Twilight Council might have to change some strategies.

Roland shook his head and thought to himself, 'I must be mistaken, overthinking it. There's no reason Saladin would be my good father-in-law.'

At this moment, Roland heard someone on the deck calling the name 'Lawrence.' He subconsciously looked over and saw his good father-in-law.

Roland was now very afraid of this guy, but he was also incredibly angry in his heart.

Saladin kept saying that if he could play the role of 'Lawrence' well, he wouldn't have to go to the dairy farm.

But this old bastard had set an impossible condition for him—how could he possibly advance to Tier 2 within a month?!

'This old bastard is determined to send me to the slave ship. You won this round... Let's see what happens in the next round!'

The Nagas led Roland over, and Roland noticed the four people at the bow of the ship—four Tier 2 wizards.

Two of the Tier 2 wizards were Roland's two cellmates—both were mid-Tier 2 wizards.

These two were grinning as they played with several puppets, which were constantly screaming and begging for mercy. From their appearance, one of them seemed to be the original captain of the Black Sails.

One of the Tier 2 wizards was Mary, in human form.

The last Tier 2 wizard looked over fifty years old, with some wrinkles on his face, but one could still vaguely see that he must have been a strong and handsome man when he was young.

He wore a tricorn hat and had an exaggerated handlebar mustache. This guy sat casually on a kneeling person, pinching his mustache and looking over here with a smile.

Mary stood behind him with a charming smile, massaging his shoulders.

Roland knew that the mustachioed pirate was his father-in-law, 'Saladin'—his strength was only early Tier 2.

Looking again, the person sitting under the mustachioed wizard's butt was actually a mid-Tier 2 wizard!

That mid-Tier 2 wizard seemed to be a Hydra. Roland hadn't seen him before, but he must be someone from the Hydra group who opposed Saladin.

He didn't know what had happened in the meantime, nor did he know how many people that guy had brought over. But he had obviously lost and could only tremble like a dog, lying under Saladin's butt and acting as his chair.

In his thoughts, the Nagas had already led Roland over.

Saladin stroked his big handlebar mustache and said with a chuckle, "My dear good son-in-law, are you really not considering my previous proposal? Is my daughter any worse than Gawain's daughter?"

Roland bowed slightly and said, "Respectable Lord Saladin, first of all, I am not your son-in-law. Secondly, I have a family. Finally, don't think that just because you have a letter of marque, you are some kind of navy. Even if I didn't have a family, I wouldn't associate with you notorious pirates!"

"Hmph."

The smile on Saladin's face cooled down a bit. He said, "I wish you a pleasant slave life for the rest of your days. The 'Secret Society of Light' will like a sacrifice like you."

The Secret Society of Light was by no means a benevolent organization. It was not a church or a monastic order but a mysterious organization hidden within the Church of the God of Heaven, worshiping demons.

The Nagas escorted Roland away. Saladin looked at Roland's back, revealing some interest and appreciation.

Mary, who was standing beside him, suddenly asked in a low voice, "Master, are you really going to send Sir Lawrence to the ship?"

She could see that her master had begun to like this son-in-law a little.

Saladin did not answer his slave's question. He kissed Mary's hand—Mary understood her master very well and knew that when he kissed her hand, it meant she should stop talking.

Saladin said to the Tier 2 wizard under his butt, "Dagmar, is that batch of 'human cargo' that I owe the group enough?"

The wizard kneeling on the ground looked up at the ship and said, wiping his cold sweat, "Enough, sir! Enough, Lord Saladin, it's almost doubled!

I will explain your achievements to the group and explain your sincerity to the 'Secret Society of Light.'

Compared to the original list, there are so many more people now.

I think the 'Secret Society of Light' will pay an extra price for those extra people. Not only that, but they will also give you enough goodwill in return... I will personally deliver these favors to you later."

Saladin smiled, got up, and left with his men. He left a sentence: "Don't forget the slave ship I lent you and the people I lent you."

It wasn't until Saladin had walked far away that Dagmar dared to stand up.

He looked at Saladin's back, a hint of resentment in his eyes.

That third-generation magic ship was originally his!

Those people under Saladin were originally supposed to be his!

Dagmar didn't dare to look at Saladin's back any longer. He took his men onto the ship.

Slave ship...

This slave ship was nothing like the 'Black Coral'. It reminded Roland of the slave trading ships of the nineteenth century.

Roland followed the line of prisoners onto the ship one by one. On the deck, some Nagas and three-headed serpent wizards were using high-pressure water jets to wash down each passing prisoner.

Roland ignored the high-pressure water jet washing over him and surveyed the entire ship.

He realized that using 'slave ship' to describe it was a bit of an exaggeration. Because it was actually unusually large.

Compared to the Black Coral, it was a bit old, and the terrible weather at sea had made it a bit dilapidated. But it was a standard three-masted warship!

Its main mast was like a towering tree, and the fore and aft masts also soared into the sky.

The three masts and the huge sails together resembled a giant canopy, with sailors climbing, crawling, and sliding around like little monkeys.

This large ship could easily carry seven or eight hundred people!

The weight of the two hundred or so prisoners combined was probably less than one percent of its draft!

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This was a standard behemoth, enough to make most pirates, and even many kingdom navies, tremble with fear.

Judging from the many runes and the giant fins retracted on both sides of the hull, this thing seemed to be able to submerge!

This should be a third-generation magic warship! Although it couldn't compare to the three-and-a-half generation 'Hydra-type' magic warships of the three-headed serpent's main force, nor could it engage in sharpshooter duels with fourth-generation magic warships like the Black Coral.

But in other forces, and even in the ordinary troops of the three-headed serpent, it was a terrifying sharpshooter.

Coupled with the escorting Nagas, it could run rampant on the sea.

It seemed he was right in his guess that Saladin was indeed a favorite and confidant in the eyes of the Hydra!

As a newcomer, the Hydra Group had tried its best to pull together a force for him.

You had to know that there were only a few 'Hydras' in total. This kind of third-generation magic warship was a mainstream good ship. Everyone usually had to fight for it.

But the Hydra Group had freed up such a ship, and judging from the traces on it, it was clearly taken from another three-headed serpent.

It was estimated that many people were green with envy because of this.

Without the support of 'Hydra', Saladin would definitely not have gotten such a ship. Giving him a few dozen people would have been good enough.

Saladin also seemed incredibly loyal. Judging from the Black Coral incident, he was simply dedicated to the cause. He almost firmly stood on the opposite side of the Eastern Territory and firmly stood with the South.

So, how could he be the King of Thousand Eyes?

Roland wiped the water off his face and didn't want to think about this question anymore.

No matter who he was, he had to reverse the current situation.

Soon, Roland and a group of prisoners were stuffed into a large cargo hold.

Just as he was entering the cabin, he and the last few people were called over by the three-headed serpent wizards.

There were more than a dozen large buckets next to those three-headed serpent wizards, filled with something like swill.

It turned out it was mealtime. The three-headed serpent wizards thought the smell was bad with so many people in the cabin, so they had Roland and the last group of people to board bring the food in.

Although this large ship was very big, two hundred people was not a small number. Stuffed into a large cargo hold, it was quite crowded. The air was naturally not very good.

There were some hammocks in the cabin, but only about twenty. Half of the hammocks were tattered.

People said that when the number of men exceeded three, a boss and a strategist would automatically be generated.

These two hundred or so prisoners had been together for some time, and their boss had already been automatically generated.

It was a Blood-Depleted Witch.

Everyone was wearing shackles, so they couldn't see each other's magic or strength. But her strength should be in the mid-first tier or late-first tier. In any case, she was definitely not a second-tier wizard, otherwise Saladin would have picked her out long ago.

Because besides a large group of Blood-Depleted Wizards around her, there was also a group of tall, grim-faced Blood-Depleted Knights—in this cabin, body cultivators were the strongest!

Although these Blood-Depleted Knights were also suppressed by another kind of shackles, their bodies were still strong. They had shown their strength before. Some of the Blood-Depleted Knights were in the mid-first tier, and some were even in the late-first tier.

The Blood-Depleted Clan, although they were placed in the Eastern Territory and treated as leeks by the pure Twilight Wizards all day long, and bullied by the Black Abyss Wizards to the point of begging for mercy, their individual strength could still rank in the top five among the various schools in the Eastern Territory.

In the South, Blood-Depleted Wizards were genuine evil demons, the blackest of the black wizards.

So, although they had all become stray dogs, they were not so easy to mess with.

In this cabin, the pure Twilight Wizards and the Black Abyss Wizard traitors had all been picked out by Saladin. Therefore, the Blood-Depleted Wizards had become the real bosses here.

Moreover, they had a large number, accounting for one-fifth of the total number of prisoners!

That Blood-Depleted Witch took over the dozen or so hammocks with many followers, and the prisoners around them all tried to stay as far away from them as possible.

These two hundred prisoners were originally locked up together and had seen the terrifying scenes of the Blood-Depleted Wizards torturing people. They also knew that these wizards' bodies were very strong, even with shackles, they were fiercer than a great knight.

Many people had already become dogs for the Blood-Depleted Wizards.

The Blood-Depleted Wizards were all lying on the hammocks, and those with higher status could lie below them.

Originally, the Blood-Depleted Wizards had not revealed their identities, and some knowledgeable prisoners only suspected that they were from the Blood-Depleted Clan.

But now everyone could see who they were.

Because after they adjusted their positions, they smiled and searched the cabin with their eyes. Before long, the leading Blood-Depleted female boss stretched out her long fingers and pointed to several male and female prisoners who still retained their innocence and had better looks.

Several prisoners who were named thought they had gained the favor of the boss and hurriedly crawled over on their knees.

As a result, when they knelt in a row, they saw the bosses reveal their fangs.

The Eastern Territory wizards in the cabin showed extremely ugly expressions at this scene—damn it, it really was this group of vampires. We're going to be blood bags all the way!

A few of the Southern Territory people were directly scared to pee—weren't all the people on this ship wizards? How could there be blood-sucking demons? Lord, forgive me!

Roland was among the last batch to enter the slave ship, and also among the last few to enter the cabin.

After coming in, seeing that group of Blood-Depleted Wizards, he was slightly stunned.

It really was a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road.

When that Blood-Depleted Witch saw 'Sir Lawrence' come in, her eyes suddenly lit up, and a green light of desire emerged.

This was the blood of a second-tier Holy Knight.

The purest and sweetest.

No, it wasn't just a second-tier Holy Knight. Judging from Saladin's attitude of insisting on making this knight his son-in-law, Lady Belinda strongly suspected that this Sir Lawrence was an angel descended into a mortal body.

Hmm… Forcing a descended angel to be his son-in-law and forcing him to carry on the family line. Only a wizard could do such a thing.

The probability of their offspring producing a holy son was extremely high. Even if it wasn't a holy son, it would be an excellent body for angels and gods to descend upon.

Of course, the value of an angel's blood was even greater!

His blood was not just pure and sweet… Just smelling it would prolong life!