Pirate Kingship

Looking further down, an even more bizarre scene gradually unfolded before Byron as described by the words.

"This country is warm in Winter, cool in summer.

The houses here are not built of bricks but of honey cookies. The roofs are not tiled but made of egg-fried pancakes.

In this blissful country, every house is fenced with various sausages. Instead of water, all sorts of flavored fine wines spring forth from the wells.

The birch and willow trees in this country bear fresh bread. The rivers run with milk, and when the bread ripens and falls into the river, it becomes milk bread.

The sky is full of roasted geese, ducks, thrushes, grouse, capons, and wild hens...

Little pigs are cooked in sour cream, with knives and forks sticking out of their backs. They walk around all year round, with carved gold and silver platters on their tails.

The leaves of the oak trees are Gold Coins or silver coins; if you want them, you just knock them down with a stick.

Even stranger, on the various unnameable trees in the great forest, grow all kinds of clothing: vests, skirts, formal dresses, short jackets, coats, cloaks, pants..."

Those around him listened as Byron recited this absurd fairy tale, their faces all involuntarily showing looks of longing.

"If only we could live in such a place," someone sighed. "No hunger, no poverty, masters of feasting and revelry. Whatever you desire, you simply reach out and receive nature's bounty."

"And of course," Jacqueline chimed in, her Chameleon nature surfacing with her words, "if wives could grow directly on trees, and each of us bachelors were assigned one, that would be beyond perfect!"

Clearly, if such a place truly existed, Byron's subordinates—particularly those embodying 'Wine,' 'Lust,' 'Wealth,' and 'Fury'—would have no resistance whatsoever.

Hearing about the well that gushed with fine wines, Alfred 'Blood-Red Whiskey' couldn't help but gulp.

This was simply the perfect "drink" on life's menu. To lie on the ground in that gourmet's Heaven and nibble at anything, life's menu would be more than half complete, right?

Nearby, Gus, the "mole" infatuated with wealth, was already calculating how large an underground vault he would need to store the golden leaves of an entire forest. And this was without Catherine, the Mithril Dragon, even being present.

Violet's breathing grew a little ragged as she pressed closer to him, craning her neck to see the words in the journal.

Originally, Byron thought he only had three "generals"—Wine, Lust, and Wealth—while the one representing extreme emotions and Original Sin, 'Fury,' was still vacant. It was not until he learned that the epitome of forbidden knowledge within Violet was the Mythical Creature, the Calamity Witch, that he realized he had, without noticing, already completed his collection. Because according to the theory proposed by the Religious Tribunal when hunting Witches, if an extraordinary path includes the word 'Witch,' its source of power can certainly be traced back to the legendary Seven Deadly Sins. Among them, Leviathan, the Rift Whale, precisely represents 'Jealousy' from the Seven Deadly Sins!

"Whoever wishes to work diligently, do good, and fight against evil shall be treated as an enemy of the state and exiled.

Whoever is foolish, greedy, ignorant, skilled only in eating, drinking, and having fun shall gain a noble title.

The most greedy, vicious, lazy, and gluttonous person shall become the great King of Xilaralavia!"

After he finished the last passage, even the elite Marines couldn't help but whisper amongst themselves.

Loving ease and hating labor is human nature. The residents of the Old Continent generally believed that those who lived idly each day, supported only by land rent and interest, were true gentlemen. They were also known as the rentier class. They believed in obtaining things through bloodshed rather than sweat, and the entire nation viewed labor as shameful.

To ordinary people, Xilaralavia—not the beautiful and strict place preached by the Church as Heaven—was the true paradise.

Violet, who had never lacked material wealth, was the first to snap back to reality. She frowned slightly and said, "This must be an old fairy tale from an unknown source. From the beginning, where it says, 'one must first learn to find one's way from a blind man, and only those without feet can get there,' it's clear that Xilaralavia is a place that exists only in fantasy. It has no substantial meaning for us..."

However, before she could finish speaking, an "GRUNT GRUNT..." sounded. The nearby bushes suddenly shook, and a small, gray-black wild boar emerged from the thicket. Although it was only the size of a winter melon, it was not afraid of people at all, tilting its head up at these outsiders and grunting defiantly.

Startled, Jacqueline patted her flat chest and stuck out her pink tongue. "You scared me! I thought a roast suckling pig had really run out. Wait, there's something off about this pig."

Gus, obsessed with wealth, reacted even faster. His eyes suddenly gleamed as he observed the "wild boar" that had popped out unexpectedly. He realized that although this wasn't a roasted suckling pig, it was something he loved even more—a money pig. To be more precise, it was a pig-shaped... ceramic piggy bank! And now it was scurrying around just like a real pig.

"A money pig? A walking piggy bank?"

"I'm not dreaming, am I? Someone pinch me."

The team exclaimed in shock, many rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

But Byron knew that what appeared before their eyes was no illusion. In any part of the Old Continent, a piggy bank running around would undoubtedly be sheer nonsense. Yet, in those Secret Realms seemingly woven from reality and fantasy, anything was possible. Especially when the Decryption Rate for 'Hidden: The Mystery of Silvergold Island's Wealth Growth' quietly increased from 25% to 32%, proving this was not false information.

He didn't forget to enlighten his team members with the hidden knowledge of the Supernatural World: "The Secret Realms that appear in the Material World originate from the gaps between reality and the Primordial Ocean. The Primordial Ocean lies on the periphery of the sea of human collective unconsciousness, where the entire history and collective memory of humankind are deposited. The Secret Realms born from this are often interwoven with distorted legends and myths as their background. Perhaps this fairy tale is not meaningless; the mythical background of this Silvergold Island could very well be the so-called Kingdom of Xilaralavia."

A new question subsequently arose: what exactly was the red macaw recorded in Uncle Andrew's Sailing Logbook?

GRUNT GRUNT...

While everyone was still astonished at the sheer magic of this world, the little piggy bank seemed rather restless. It pawed the ground with its front hooves, occasionally showing them the small rectangular coin slot on its back. It seemed to be urging them to deposit all their money into it so it could grow up quickly. Moreover, Byron, with his keen eyes, could clearly see the silver gleam inside its body, proving there was treasure inside its belly!

Gus, closest to it, tossed his dagger into the air. Infusing it with his presence, it transformed into a gleaming, giant Wolf Fang Club as it fell back into his hand.

"Ridiculous! It would be one thing if you were a real wild boar daring to provoke a tiger, but a mere piggy bank dares to demand money from us Pirates? Or rather... hand it over!" Gus cackled.

SMACK!

Swinging his Wolf Fang Club, Gus smashed the little money pig hard. It exploded on the spot, dark gray ceramic shards scattering everywhere. Simultaneously, a burst of silver light flashed, and hundreds of shiny silver coins from various eras rolled and scattered across the ground.

Before they even had time to count their first spoils of war, the dying squeal of the little piggy bank echoed far and wide.

「The next moment.」

GRUNT GRUNT...

GRUNT GRUNT...

The sounds of wild pigs erupted from all around in the rainforest, followed by an earth-shaking rumble.

Byron immediately took out the Number 12 Crystal Skull, [Polaris], unfolding a real-time strategy map. Instantly, dozens of hostile red dots, large and small, appeared on the map within a hundred-meter radius.

"All units, prepare for battle! Straight ahead, a large wave of... piggy banks is approaching!"