CHAPTER 505: CHAPTER 386 PLEASE GIVE ME (DAD) SOME FACE (4400)

Byron’s gambit had succeeded. As the fireworks from the explosion of the King Edward’s Ammunition Depot rained down, the Mandate of Heaven associated with this Sacred Relic also descended upon him.

——Toying with emperors.

He needed to act like the two swindlers who crafted "The Emperor’s New Clothes," tricking a king who held a kingly title and nailing him to the pillar of shameful incompetence.

Otherwise, he would suffer a backlash from this new attire.

Although the end of that story didn’t record the fate of the two swindlers, everyone knew that even the most cowardly and incompetent king, if mocked in such a way, would have them hanged on the spot.

Mocking them was one thing, but the consequence of failed deception was losing one’s own life.

"However, for me, this isn’t much of a problem. After all, my main profession isn’t being a swindler, but a pirate and a rebel. With this new attire, I can elevate the king to an altar. Once he becomes autocratic, is abandoned by his allies, and is weakened to the extreme, I can simply cut him down. Wouldn’t that eliminate any future trouble? You agree, don’t you, my most esteemed... King Edward IV? Any good thing I come by, I must offer it to you without delay. No need to thank me; this is what a faithful servant of the York family ought to do."

The moment Byron understood its third ability, he had already concocted the lie that would have King Edward IV parading naked through the streets.

In fact, the ascent of the York family was predicated on a well-known lie: "The Mandate of Heaven of the Tri-Phantom Sun"—only no one had bothered to expose them.

Now, Byron just needed a suitable gift to present to King Edward IV. Then he could watch him build high towers, feast his guests, and see it all come crashing down.

"However, seizing a nation isn’t as simple as hosting a dinner. If I don’t fight a hard battle now, there will be countless smaller ones to fight later. Advancing to the Fourth Order is the basic prerequisite for starting the War of Treason; it would be even better to reach the Fifth-order Legend. Additionally, I need to equip myself with over twenty thousand elite professional soldiers and at least a double-digit number of Heavy Cruisers or equivalent Battleships. Until enough power has been accumulated, I’ll have to continue biding my time and building strength. Moreover, the Whale Oil power revolution will soon bring earth-shaking changes to the entire world, and the development speed of state-level forces will undoubtedly be the fastest. This new attire has arrived just in time; if used well, it can completely slam the brakes on the York Dynasty’s development. With their decline, the colonies and I will have the opportunity to rise."

Having made up his mind, Byron tucked away "The Emperor’s New Clothes." He checked the Sailing Logbook and saw that after the deciphering, his Spirituality had not only shot up to 14.5, very close to the pivotal 15-point threshold of the Fourth Order, but he had also gained new entries in addition to his existing titles: "Historical Reviser; Heartfelt Trouble; Outlaw Madman; You Are Not the Killer; Why Did You Carve Your Name on My Pipe; Invincible to All Ills; The Three Musketeers; and Halo of the Great Benefactor."

——[Please Do Me (Dad) a Favor]:

"Allows any creature capable of communicating with you to show you deference.

The higher your reputation, the stronger your power, and the stronger your backing, the better the effect will be. It can even work on strangers who don’t know your name, or on animals.

This can only be used once per day on an individual.

Once the other party makes a concession—at least temporarily halting their aggression and listening to you earnestly—you must give them something in return."

Perhaps because he had tentatively established a "holy" name and gained a new backer, this tailor-made entry also fit Byron’s situation quite well.

"Dad, rather than you trying to meticulously cultivate me, it’s better for me to leverage your power directly. Whether I can coast to easy victories under the name ’King of the Undying’ from now on, it’s all up to you!"

The King Edward, after all, was not truly the Blue Dragon King; the battle began quickly and ended even more so.

While many still felt that this First-Rate Ship did not live up to its name, the Spirituality on this "Blue Dragon King" had already been divided among the other Ghost Battleships.

Since they didn’t need to offer tributes to the Slumbering God, they naturally received a larger share, and many crew members on the Ghost Battleships regained consciousness.

Violet, standing beside Byron, even "faithfully" recorded this scene with a Memory Crystal.

It would serve as evidence of Byron, a Great Loyalist of York, saving and assisting the Ghost Battleship "King Edward" in completely annihilating Lancaster.

For this spectacular fireworks display, if King Edward IV didn’t immediately grant him the title of Earl of Tudor, the court ministers would surely call him obtuse.

Violet’s smile was like a blooming flower, brightening the stormy weather by several degrees. "Thank you, Mr. Norwich York, for your selfless contributions. Hee hee."

Yet, her methods weren’t just about killing; they aimed to crush spirits. Beyond utterly destroying her enemies, she would even use the news of their ’deaths’ to gain benefits.

"The raven flies over my vast domains;

War songs, legacies, all fated;

I am both the sturdy shield and the piercing spear;

In hardship and in plunder, we strive against our mortal enemies..."

The sailors and officers on the King Edward even began singing the "Call of Valhalla," a song that served as both a war anthem and a funeral dirge.

Since both Lancaster and York originated from the Bayfolk, their singing this song didn’t seem out of place.

However, it made Dagon and his group of Bay Exiles want to curse their mothers.

"Lancaster was so arrogant and overbearing in the shipwreck graveyard, acting like they were on top of the world. How did they become so pathetic right after getting out? They’re all useless weaklings, completely unreliable!"

He immediately signaled Bonaparte, the Father of the School of Sharks, and the remnants of two other Deep Sea Clans, to collectively retreat towards the only Legendary Warship that could still hold the line.