Pirate Throne of Salt

While several people were discussing the issue of Sky Island, three people walked into the shrine.

"Well, there's no need to discuss it. Someone has already found a solution to the problem for us."

The three people who came were Ganfuor, Enilu and the old chief of the Shandia clan.

Enelu followed the two old men with a somewhat subtle expression. He didn't know whether it was right for him to come here today, but his intuition told him that it was right to come to see this man today.

Seeing the three people slowly walking in, Shi Sheng and Simon slowly became quiet, waiting for their captain's intention.

Matthew lay on his seat and looked at the old chief of the Sandians with a playful expression on his face.

With that slap yesterday, the young elite of the Sandia clan, War Ghost Weipa, lost all life.

Matthew was very curious about how the chief guy in front of him would face him. In fact, Matthew hoped that this old guy would express his anger directly and then give Matthew a reason to destroy the Sandia clan, so that things would be settled. Much simpler.

But obviously, the old chief across from him is not the kind of person who seeks death. He is very capable of recognizing reality.

I saw the old chief saying this: "The long-cherished wish of our ancestors for 400 years has been realized. It has been..."

Matthew curled his lips: "Oh? Aren't you ready to fight?"

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Matthew's words were like a needle sticking into the old man's heart. The old man shed tears, "There is no reason to fight anymore!"

"The Sandians, the 400-year war has ended!"

Listening to the old man's generous words, Matthew waved his hand.

"Oh, that's great."

"What about you?"

Matthew looked at Ganfor.

The representative of Kongdao nodded and said: "Your Excellency Matthew, after discussions between my successor and I, we hope that you can rule Kongdao..."

"stop!"

Matthew signaled Ganfur to pause.

"Hey, hey, I'm a pirate."

"Also, is that guy Enelu out of his mind? Don't you want to give up your position as a god?"

As he spoke, Matthew's eyes drifted towards Enelu behind Ganfor.

"Asshole!!! You guy, you are no longer interested in the position of God!!!"

"Then do you think I would be interested in this position?"

"Forehead……"

Enilu was speechless. He was no longer interested in this position, so would that man, the man who defeated him with just a few moves, be interested?

The answer is, yes! ! !Matthew is still a little interested in this, but wouldn't it be too unqualified to show it?And who said that ruling Sky Island must belong to God?

"So, what Sir Matthew means is..."

Ganfuer asked tentatively, he wanted to know what Matthew meant.

At this time, Matthew stopped talking nonsense and said directly: "Put my flag on the empty island!!! Accept my asylum."

Matthew pointed to Ganfur.

"It's up to you to be the God of Sky Island."

"But, you have to know..."

Listening to Matthew's words, Ganfu was shocked. He had come into contact with many pirates from Qinghai before, so of course he understood the significance of planting a pirate flag, especially one who was famous on the sea. The meaning of the famous pirate flag is even greater!

By planting Matthew's flag, Kongdao can be completely unafraid of the pirates coming from Qinghai, because those guys can't afford to offend the people represented by that pirate flag.

Oh, by the way, the pirate flag of Matthew and his group was slowly finalized during the voyage to Qinghai. It was drawn by Simon and pointed by Matthew, Shi Sheng and Barsad.

It has the basic pattern of a white skull on a black background, but behind this skull is not two crossed bones, but two white spears. These two spears represent the abilities that Matthew often uses.

"How about it? Do you agree to this request?"

"By the way, the same is true for the Sandians. If you agree, the Sandians and Sky Islanders will share this land... Of course, if you don't agree, I will force you... "

"agree!"

Before Matthew could finish speaking, Ganfu had already expressed his opinion. After all, he had always advocated peaceful coexistence between the two races, but it had never been realized, and this time there was a high chance that it could be realized.

Matthew looked at the hesitant expression on the face of the old chief of the Sandia clan, and said lazily: "Hey, old guy, why are you so depressed? I just asked you to plant my flag. Besides, follow me, but You won’t suffer any loss.”

"The Golden Bell should be the treasure of your family, right? I can return it to you, and I can even tell you that there is an abandoned ancient city named Shantora on the layer below the huge vine!"

Hearing this name, the old chief was shocked.

"Could it be that……"

"Yes, the city where your ancestors lived is still there, but it's just in ruins. If you agree, I can set aside that place for your family to survive."

After saying that, Matthew turned to look at Ganfuer again.

"You don't mind?"

Ganfu shook his head, indicating that there was no such thing. Even if there was, he would not dare to say it.

Matthew didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did. There was no problem letting Sandia stay on the Island of Gods. After all, wouldn't it seem too desolate to have only a few animals in a huge forest?

The gold in the ancient city of Shantora had long been evacuated, and it was stored inside the shrine at his feet. Naturally, it belonged to him. There was only a ruins left, and only the Sandians still thought about her. Not to mention the golden clock that is not left. This is his thing anyway, so it would be good to find someone to look at it. At least he doesn't have to worry about it disappearing.

So using this to recruit Sandians is equivalent to recruiting a group of warriors for nothing. After all, they are a fighting nation, so isn't this a very profitable business?At least Matthew didn't feel like he was losing money.

Simon, who had been studying a rubbing, whispered at this time.

This rubbing was made from the golden clock of Ma Xiu Cong, and it had historical text printed on it. Obviously, Simon also saw it at this time.

"I see, is that a historical article?"

Simon looked at the strange words and said, "I didn't expect that there would be such a thing on the empty island. The captain is right. This thing must not be brought to Qinghai, at least not until we are strong enough."

"There are still people who know the ropes!"

Matthew smiled, "So, Sandia's representative, the old chief, do you accept this condition?"

"Mr. Matthew, on behalf of the Sandia clan, thank you!"

Hey, that's right, the world will continue to develop, and it won't stop just because of the death of one person...

"Hahaha, then it's decided!"

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