Pirate Kingship

Catherine's guess was absolutely correct.

What Edward did was actually Byron's idea from the beginning.

Whether it is the operation mode of the undead camp, the vision for the future, the slogans in the camp, or the step-by-step feasibility planning, it was all completed by Edward under his "unintentional prompts."

After all, although the Lancasters have all become undead, in this magical world, who stipulates that they cannot create greater value for the company after their death?

If I could just watch such a large sum of human resources being wasted, would I still be a human being?

In other words, resurrected corpses, suture monsters, skeleton soldiers, ghosts, lichs, etc. that do not need to eat, drink or defecate are the real innate working bodies!

If whale oil power was not available in the New World that was more energy efficient and more convenient, Byron might have taken the initiative to click on the undead technology tree.

The Great Tomb is a multi-layered three-dimensional chemical factory, and the Frozen Throne is a large will-o'-the-wisp engine. Eventually, an undead power revolution was launched that shook the world.

And you only need to use the lowest quality spices to serve as "fodder" for those low-level undead donkeys and horses.

Just like the incense provided for burning in a lighthouse, it is sturdy and durable.

In Byron's imagination, except for his father's "King of the Immortal" and his cousin's "Human Resources Manager", the other uncles and brothers all have their own uses.

Of course, there are only a few people who can successfully embark on the path of lich or other undead creatures.

Most people's job is to continue to serve as ship-bound spirits on the [Blue Dragon King] for life.

Edward's cross-border communication today was purely to show off to Byron the underworld business he had successfully established, and to show off the staged results.

What? Am I being used as a spearman again by my 800-minded cousin?

It doesn't exist, it doesn't exist at all. This is my own idea. I just got some inspiration from him, just like the dozens of times before.

"Right!"

At this time, the straight-minded Edward seemed to suddenly remember something, and a bit of embarrassment appeared on his face:

“Do you know what the side effects were after I performed the first ritual of the Necronomicon?

He is a sleepless person!

From now on, I can't sleep, and I no longer need to sleep. As long as I can find a way to relieve my tired soul, I can completely replace sleep and stay awake twenty-four hours a day.

From now on, I can stare at them 24 hours a day without blinking. No one can try to slack off for me. I am a ruthless supervision machine.

Appreciating other people's work is my greatest pleasure as a lich, hahahaha."

With a move of his hand, the soul fire formed a blazing whip, waving continuously in the air, making a popping sound.

[Soul Whip] This lich skill is a perfect match for Edward.

If this guy were really allowed to be the master of the country, he would probably support the restoration of slavery with both hands and feet.

Byron: "."

Sleepless person?

Good guy, other undead souls also need to hibernate regularly. At most, they are just innate working holy bodies. You are simply the Hunyuan working holy body.

Convinced, now Byron is really convinced.

But what could he say?

I can only give a thumbs up and sincerely praise:

"excellent!"

Although Edward is too straightforward and too simple, the countless troubles he has caused in the past have proven that his cousin's execution ability is absolutely outstanding!

Byron has already taught everyone his "management skills".

"Result definition, one-to-one responsibility, process inspection, and instant motivation" made Edward even more powerful and brought his talents to the extreme.

The undead people under him will be blessed from now on.

In this warm atmosphere, Byron, as the spiritual mentor of Edward and the undead souls, made his final speech to them:

“Everyone does a good job.

At the middle and end of the year, our Pioneer Pilot will hold an outstanding employee selection event, and the winners can take photos with Manager Edward with a photo stone.

When you go home for the holidays, you can prove to your friends in your hometown that the company and managers you work for value you very much.

Isn't it great? "

I just added an extra sentence in my mind:

‘Well, if our company really has such a thing as a holiday. ’

Soon, the undead returned to their jobs, and the passage to the edge of the world slowly closed.

Edward sent over the first batch of specialties from the edge of the world and winked at his brother:

"Byron, with this industry, our private money will definitely become richer and richer.

Good brothers are loyal. When I crawl out from the belly of this old god, I will definitely find a way to bring you a super-breasted vampire succubus."

Bang!

Byron suddenly turned off the communication.

"The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes. I don't understand anything you say.

As an older brother, you should also act like an older brother. What if I lead you astray? "

Looking back, Catherine was staring at him with a half-smile.

"Oh, private money? A busty vampire succubus?

I heard that Corpse Princess at the Edge of the World is also pretty good. Do you want to try it together? "

Byron saw sweat on his forehead and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

At this time, there were only two of them left in the bedroom, and the girl naturally took off her mithril armor, showing off her good figure unscrupulously.

The white silk robe on her body was slightly disheveled, and her head of brilliant blond hair was spread over the silky shoulders of her slanted white skin.

Under the moonlight, it is gorgeous, charming and breathtakingly beautiful.

I was slightly drunk on a summer night, with a thin layer of sweat all over my body. The faint body fragrance mixed with the aroma of rose water was intoxicating.

She moved her body slightly and sat on the edge of the bed again, with her arms folded across her chest, making her already explosive figure look even more "rich and generous".

The slender right leg with golden proportions is crossed on the left leg, and the jade color between the high slit is more charming than the finest jewelry.

The crystal toes painted ruby ​​red were swaying on golden teak slippers.

Byron was in no mood to appreciate it, and his heart rose and fell with it. His face was bitter, and his heart was filled with grief and anger:

"Edward is a pig teammate. He didn't send the message earlier, but he didn't send the message later. Why did he do it at this time?

I have only heard that there seems to be a convergence effect between certain extraordinary things. Could it be that Catherine and my money also have a convergence effect?

Also, Edward, this guy, has to be so attentive to give you a bird skirt for nothing, does it make you appear to be very active?

What if I don't send something more expensive and make Catherine sad?

And I'm not even interested in vampire succubi or corpse queens.

It's all Edward's fault! "

The two bird skirts Catherine had just received were priceless.

Without using any extraordinary abilities, it can achieve magical effects like strange objects.

Each skirt needs to be woven from the feathers of at least a hundred species of gorgeous birds.

The color of the skirt is so bright that it's hard to see its true color.

Because one color appears from the front and another from the side, one color appears in the sun and another in shadow.

The skirt also shimmers with elaborately embroidered bird patterns.

Especially if you dance at a ball, birds will accompany you between the interplay of light and shadow, which is beautiful.

It is said that every time one is made, it may cause an ecological disaster, and there are not many left in the world.

Only the Kingdom of Castile has the human and financial resources to produce such top-notch luxury goods that please the upper class.

A while passed, until Catherine's dragon soul struck, and her eyes turned into dangerous golden dragon pupils.

Byron finally accepted his fate completely, rushed forward and hugged her pair of crystal calves, raised his head and tried to force out a somewhat ugly smile:

"Sister, please listen to my explanation.

In fact, the shares of this World Edge Branch were originally intended to be used by me to honor you.

Like the bird skirt, it is also a birthday gift for you.

I want to take it out to give you a surprise on your birthday. "

Catherine gradually narrowed her eyes, smiled at Byron, and stretched out her hand to pull him up:

"Is that so?"

Byron nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice:

"Absolutely true!"

Secretly, he tried hard to raise his head to prevent tears from flowing down from the corners of his eyes, lamenting for his private money:

“Another of my little coffers is gone.

This is exploitation! press! Woo woo woo.”

What does it mean that one thing defeats another, and evil people will always be punished by evil people?

Byron relied on his bad intentions to drag his cousin Edward down and become the scapegoat every time, but he was easily manipulated by his sister Catherine when he turned around.

Of course, as long as he is willing to lose his moral integrity, throw himself on Catherine's bed and roll on the spot, saying: "I want it, I want it, and I won't get up if you don't give it to me."

[Mithril Dragon] No matter how greedy the dragon soul is in Catherine, it will be severely suppressed by the forcibly awakened maternal nature.

Then he activated the Fu Di Demon form and struck hard at his own little treasury.

Can't stop it, can't stop it at all.

The next day.

The news that Byron Tudor, the governor of Port Royal [Sea Hunter], had been awarded a knighthood by the kingdom, spread like a gust of wind throughout the Hattings Colony.

The headline on the front page of the temporary extra edition of "Lighthouse Weekly" is the news of Byron's promotion to the title of knight.

There were even rumors spread throughout the Bantaan Islands: "There was actually a Triwizard Battle between the fourth orders, but in the end only Byron himself survived."

In a sea where "the only one left is king", such a record adds several points of legend to his title of "Sea Hunter".

The next node at 25 is not too far away.

Thanks to Byron's high reputation and legend among the colonies, all the major colonial towns were decorated with lights and colors to congratulate him.

Leading figures came to congratulate him one after another.

The highlight is undoubtedly the inherent repertoire of the colonies and the mainland - taking advantage of opportunities to make money.

Byron was not only made a baronet, but also had the word "agent" removed from his head, and truly secured his throne as governor of the colony.

Two happy events combined into one, this double joy is naturally worthy of double gifts.

However, as a loyal minister of York who can say "loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal", how can Mr. [Sea Hunter] accept money at will?

Officials, lords, shareholders of pioneering companies, shipowners, privateer captains of all sizes within the colony. After being declined gold and silver gifts.

After painstaking efforts, we learned from insiders that the Governor is usually diligent in government affairs and has no special hobbies.

I just love the tortoise shell handicrafts that are a specialty of Great Taiman Island.

And I don’t like anything else, I only like the exquisite products made by “unknown masters” sold in the “Old March Store” opposite the International Port Earl’s Palace.

Although the craftsman is not famous, the big turtles in the Taiman Islands are bigger than carriages, and the raw materials of hawksbill turtles are not very valuable.

But each handicraft is worth a lot of money.

It is enough to make those who give gifts to him feel painful, but they really have to buy.

Governor Byron may not remember those who gave gifts, but those who did not give gifts will probably be recorded in the little book.

The governor who holds military and political power, plus the powerful local snake baron, no one dares to neglect such things.

Moreover, if those who accept gold and silver are greedy colonial bureaucrats, those who only accept art are collectors with elegant tastes!

Even the high-ranking officials of the kingdom who heard about Byron's hobbies through informants could not help but admire: How honest and elegant.

As for the gossip that "the hawksbill turtle shop seems to be the property of the countess".

Nonsense, all nonsense.

But no one knew. In fact, even Byron himself was not sure whether he really accepted the gift money.

After all, if he accepted it, he didn't see a single gold coin; if he didn't accept it, his sister was in a good mood these two days, and her small treasury was obviously fatter.

It can only be said that he accepted it, but not completely.

"Baron, congratulations!

This is my first visit. I heard that you like tortoise shell products, so I bought one from the International Port. I hope you like it."

Byron pretended to be overjoyed and took a tortoise shell spice box handed over by the black nun with both hands.

"Thank you, Sister Teresa.

Sorry to make you spend money again."

The last wave of visitors were in the reception room.

Sister Teresa, who has served as the Archbishop of Jamestown Church, and [Doppler Heavy Swordsman] Quasi-Sword Saint Herman served as her guards.

According to convention, the Archbishop is already a big man in the colonial city, whose status is only second to the Governor.

After Byron obtained "immunity" that day, Theresa returned to Royal Port with him.

[Armed Priest] Brandon, as her deputy, went to the Iris Kingdom, which also obtained "immunity".

After the Octopus Battleship was killed, the coral diseases did not disappear on their own.

According to the established plan, the Iris Kingdom took over the task from the Cardinal.

The vaccine was used to clean up the coral disease remnants in the entire Bantaan Islands on a large scale, and naturally obtained "immunity".

Inevitably, Byron had to pay a large amount of additional treatment fees.

After the greetings, Theresa hesitated for a moment and got to the point:

"Governor, the last time you told me about the tithe in the Financial Street, is this share ratio a bit inappropriate?"

Hearing this, Byron's face also straightened.

Speaking of tithes, now except for Hastings and Iris, the colonies of other countries have welcomed the settlement of secular priests from the Kingdom of Castile.

Not only the most stringent traditional doctrines have begun to be fully implemented in these countries.

The intensity of the tithe tax collection was unprecedentedly high, even greater than that of the issue of faith.

It is better to say that these guys trained by the Kingdom of Castile are well-trained tax officials than missionaries.

The church stipulates that believers should pay one-tenth of the land, trees, cattle, sheep and livestock to the local church every year.

It is mainly used to support clergy who specialize in religious activities and charitable activities.

The accounts have never been transparent.

No one knows how much is used for charity and how much is used for support except the top leaders of the church.

Originally, the tithe tax was not a compulsory collection in the colonies, but was based on the principles of faith and voluntariness.

In the doctrines of some sects, believers are even encouraged to donate more than 10% of their income or property to support the work of the church and other charitable activities.

In the past, the main constraint on whether the tithe tax was paid was faith, and as much as possible was collected.

Some people did not pay a penny, while others would donate all their property and beg for a living with their family.

It is different now.

Those Castilian lay priests have already begun to measure land, count cattle and sheep, and review account books in various countries. The colonists in various countries are simply miserable.

In contrast, Hastings is much more flexible.

When the stock market on Financial Street opened last time, Byron had already consulted Theresa, who had to log in every day, and gave her two days to consider.

Seeing that she was still hesitating, he spread his hands and said frankly:

"In theory, the tithe should be paid.

But the church and the merciful Creator can't bear to see their lambs and the shepherds who shepherd the lambs starve together, right?

I think it is completely reasonable for the church, your majesty, me, and you to split the accounts 6:2:1:1.

As long as the two of us reach an agreement, it will be easy to make a set of yin and yang accounts.

We have the most professional accounting team, which will absolutely guarantee that it will be seamless and will not cause you any trouble."

He stood up and poured a cup of black tea to the nun, and said in a gentle and persuasive way:

"I think people should have a bottom line. We can't even give up money for dignity and faith.

Miss Theresa, don't you agree?

With this money in hand, do you still have to worry about not being able to make a comeback? Not being able to buy off your confidants?

I can also exchange stock trading experience with you. Maybe someday I can pay off the debt owed to our Pioneer Navigation."

Seeing that she was still struggling with her mind and body, the devil and angel above her head, representing desire and faith, were fighting each other and bleeding, and then he threw out a trump card.

"It's better than firing with public funds."

Theresa nodded decisively:

"I totally agree with your opinion."

Byron smiled easily and clinked his teacup with her.

"Happy cooperation."

Edward IV thought that it would be much better to have the religious monks with firm beliefs and loyal ministers to check and balance each other than to send greedy supervisors.

He had no idea that he had given huge benefits to a stock fan who was obsessed with the stock market and could not extricate himself, the number one enemy of the York family.

How could they not take the opportunity to bite hard?

As for the sudden tax audit?

There is something to say about the flare explosion case.

Soon, Byron sent away Theresa, who was ready to continue to show her skills in the stock market after reaching an agreement, and Herman, who did not say a word throughout the whole process.

Looking at the colony under the night sky, he nodded with satisfaction:

"It took ten days to sort out the harvest and get the territory back on track.

Now it's time to go to the Bloodthirsty Cult to see the true face of [Mother of Creation·Lilith], and by the way, use the title and the fourth-level transmutation blood to complete my [Ritual·Blood Feast Holy Grail].

People should have a bottom line, then I...will not be a human anymore."