The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Ticky raised his hand to interrupt his argument.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't provoke them, they naturally won't bother you. We've been dealing with them for a while now. Even if you don't trust their integrity, you should trust mine... Retreating to the worst-case scenario, if they really do anything, we'll avenge you."

Ai Wen, still angry, wanted to say something, but was pulled back by Kedson beside him.

Looking at his follower whose face was flushed with agitation, Kedson shook his head and said,

"Enough, Ai Wen. We've barely survived, and they have no obligation to save us. Baron Ticky is willing to provide us with food and tools, and he's allowed us to use the resources on his land, which is already very generous..."

"As expected of a man who used to be a captain, you indeed understand better than your crew." Looking at the sailor whose face was flushed with anger, Ticky teased with an amused tone, "I'm in a decent mood today and won't compare myself to you. Otherwise, you would already be hanging on the mast right now."

Fear crossed Ai Wen's face, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

Spending too much time on the deck, he almost forgot that the other party was a noble, while he himself was no different from a wanderer who ended up on a noble's land.

If the other party wanted to kill him, there were countless legal or illegal ways to do so, purely depending on how they wanted to play.

Unlike Ai Wen, who lowered his head, Kedson gave Ticky a peculiar glance, a trace of doubt flickering in his eyes.

What puzzled him wasn't the harsh words this guy put out, but the first half of the sentence, "In a decent mood today."

This was his territory.

Kedson couldn't imagine any reason why he would feel good.

However, this didn't seem to be something important.

Glancing at the row of Imperial Soldiers behind Ticky holding firearms, Kedson suppressed his discontent and said humbly,

"So, where do we begin?"

"It's simple, of course, the first thing is to set up a place for you and your sailors to live."

Ticky's tone was gentle and natural, like a landlord comforting his tenant farmers, as he pointed to the area of shriveled rainforest by the beach.

"You can build your houses there. Make sure to build them properly, as it is your own home, and I hope you take it seriously."

After speaking, he pointed to the fortress on the nearby hills.

"See that fortress? That's my castle. Later, I'll have my servants fetch some convenient tools from there to support you. If you encounter any trouble during the rebuilding process, you can send someone to find me, and I'll have someone come over to take a look."

Kedson followed his finger, and his gaze fell on that "castle"—in reality, it was just a simple fortress made of wood and stone, seemingly ready to be thoroughly destroyed by the next storm.

However, since Baron Ticky called it a castle, let's assume that's what it is.

"Understood," Kedson sighed lightly and withdrew his gaze, "We will start right away."

Ticky nodded in satisfaction.

"Very well, go ahead. I look forward to your performance and hope Withered Wood Port can quickly restore order... Later, we'll check nearby to see if there are any other unfortunate souls like you. At present, I'll leave this place to you."

As he spoke, he cast his gaze towards the nearby sea and said in a pretended tone of compassion,

"Saint Sis above... I truly dare not imagine what those ports closer to the storm are like right now."

"May the Emperor bless them."