Throne of the North.

Chapter 775 The World's Only Pirate

These raven crows, or rather, these wizards.

They weren't any smarter than Ryan; their apparent intelligence stemmed solely from their longevity.

Furthermore, the divine bodies stripped them of their human spirituality, preventing them from being swayed by emotions and allowing them to calmly observe everything that happened in the world, just like gods.

Under these various conditions, the crows achieved intellectual suppression.

"If you keep going like this, then nobody will be your match?"

Ryan asked curiously, and he was genuinely curious.

"For strangers, knowing too much is not a good thing."

"Furthermore, why would you think that our kind of 'wisdom' and 'cognition' would lead us to fight and brawl with others?"

Kledal's eyes remained calm throughout.

"No one will be our enemy, and we will not be our enemy."

"Otherwise, in the world of Mikragard, beneath this ocean, those magical beasts would have been wiped out by us long ago."

Yes, each of these ravens is a legend in the long history of the world, and these six are not the only ones.

This was a world ruled by wizards, but later, the wizards lost their sense of love and hate. They became neither kind nor evil, but rather a chaotic force like the gods.

At most, they are still within the bounds of order.

Ryan felt like he had punched a cotton ball.

They couldn't even bring themselves to ask why they didn't engage in an ideological war with other crows.

"Have all you crows become like this? That world must be so boring."

Their ultimate goal is to await the return of divine power.

Does that mean I can't make any deals with them that involve any financial benefit?

This is how to do.

Ryan left the wizard's tower, intending to go to the village to take a look. These witch crows were too intelligent, leaving him feeling powerless.

Kledal and the other crows did not stop it.

……

……

Klerdar village.

That's right, the village is named after that shaman Lord Raven.

The village has more than ninety people, including men, women, and children. It can be said that at this size, the village could easily survive for several hundred more years.

There must have been some involvement of those witches and crows to create such a village that can sustain its lineage.

Ryan walked through the village, quite curious about it. Similarly, pairs of eyes stared at him, equally curious.

Unlike the spiritless, emotionless crows on the mountain, these are proper humans, possessing all the souls and thoughts that humans should have.

Legends of a distant continent circulate among the Blue Sea Islands.

At that moment, the people from that 'continent' appeared before them.

"The wizards said that our Blue Sea Islands are located on the edge of the world, far from the mainland, and impossible to cross over to. I never expected to see humans on land."

From one of the two houses, inside a craftsman's shop, a shirtless man covered in wounds emerged. He possessed far more courage than the others, and loudly inquired:
Did you come here from 'land'?

Ryan glanced at the wounds on the other person's body and replied with a smile:
"Yes, where I am, you can walk for ten days and still not see the ocean."

"That's really big."

They were surrounded by envious glances; they had longed for land for many years, and it had become a legend.

"And you? How many years have you lived here?"

“I don’t know either. My grandfather told me that his grandfather’s grandfather lived here.”

"Have you ever fought here? You mean, fought with villagers from other islands, or people from even further away?"

"No, the adults on the mountain don't allow us to start wars. Every time we fight over something, they will show up to stop us."

The man used such a sophisticated word as "war".

Ryan exchanged some more questions with the other party and found that no matter how disheveled the villagers looked, they did not have the air of peasants when they talked.

Many of them can even write.

In a world where 'knowledge' is mastered, are even ordinary people influenced by knowledge?

That's a good discovery.

"Are the wounds on your body from hunting magical beasts?"

Ryan looked at the man in front of him. He already knew that the man's name was Freya, the only blacksmith in the village. Well, he made tools and occasionally made some metal utensils for the crows in the mountains.

"About half, I guess."

Freya proudly pounded his chest, revealing these scars not just because of the heat from forging iron.

"What about the other half?"

"It's the honor I earned fighting those pirates. I could kill all five of them by myself!"

Freya extended her palm, revealing her five fingers.

"pirate?"

Ryan's expression was strange. What kind of pirates would dare to rob a settlement protected by witches? Or are the pirates also witches? Aren't they said to lack spirituality and not care about worldly affairs at all?
"Tell me about these pirates?"

Ryan asked curiously, and Freya was very welcoming to this human from the 'land'.

"Those pirates have only appeared in the last ten years; there have never been any before. They have plundered many places, according to the wizards."

“Our Blue Sea Islands were also plundered, and these wounds are from the battles we fought with those pirates.”

"Don't the wizards on the mountain care?"

Ryan asked, and Freya thought for a moment and shook her head.

“We don’t know why either. When we asked before, the wizards said it was hard to manage, impossible to manage, and even if we tried to manage it, it wouldn’t work.”

"Fortunately, the pirates didn't kill anyone; they just robbed all the supplies."

As Freya finished speaking, her voice became slyly lowered.

"I heard from those pirates that they were going on an adventure at sea, to find the legendary Golden Sea, to find the greatest wealth in the world."

"What is that place?"

"I don't know, that's what they said anyway. They also said that there is no 'land' left in the world, and that we should quickly soak in water to grow fish tails."

The last sentence is a joke about the islanders.

"Are the pirates led by a wizard?"

"This... doesn't seem to be it."

“I saw crows on the pirate ship, but not the kind that belong to the wizard. Their pirate captain is a woman.”

"A very beautiful woman."

After years of uneventful life, the pirates brought turmoil to their lives. Ryan saw a different light in Freya's eyes, a longing that was unwilling to live the same monotonous life on the island.

Ravens, pirates—this world seems vast, with boundless oceans where ships can never reach every corner. Yet it also seems small, with a small population concentrated in a circle. Ravens can connect with every part of the world. From the far north to the far south, the northernmost raven might be a friend of the southernmost raven.

Ryan pondered, gaining a deeper understanding of the differences in this world.

Are there many pirates like this?

"Not many, just one pirate crew."

"Others have tried to imitate that raven ship, but they were all killed by wizards in a very cruel way."

Freya glanced in a certain direction where several scarred skeletons still hung. Ryan thought they had been there for a long time, but in fact, they had only been there for less than three months.

"But the wizards didn't attack the raven ship. The woman wasn't powerful, and I don't know why."

Ryan understood. The only reason that could make the Witch Raven back down was probably the great god of this world. That pirate? Perhaps he was the one he could look for.

Ryan wandered around the villages on several islands before finally returning to the location of the Kledal Wizard Tower.

"Do you have any information about that pirate that you can share with me?"

Kledal looked at Ryan, seemingly unsurprised by his purpose in coming, and said directly:

"She is the child of God."

"A great being, with its final will, gave birth to such a being—humanity."

“If Mikragard had not fallen into the ‘winter’ of the North, she would have inherited this world, crowned with the entire world, and made herself the queen of the world.”

"But now, the world has withered, and all that remains of the land covered by her crown is that ship."

Ryan understood that the other party was indeed someone like Brand, and that in this world, these ravens who sought the truth had a very clear understanding of such things and such people.

Unlike his previous encounters with other worlds, where he could only see the strong and the weak.

These ravens before him possessed unimaginable knowledge, which made Ryan extremely envious.

"I'm planning to get to know her. Do you have any suggestions?"

Will you kill her?

As Kledal asked this, five more ravens silently appeared from the surrounding trees, their eyes fixed on Ryan.

then……

Ryan saw their blood-red vertical pupils and looked at Brand beside him.

“I have great goodwill toward her, and I do not wish for her to die unless under extreme circumstances.”

Upon hearing Ryan's words, the ravens had no doubts whatsoever and completely believed him.

"In the presence of the wise, the fool cannot hide his true feelings."

"We can give you a boat, but whether you can find her at sea depends on your luck."

"If you're lucky, you'll see her on a sunny day."

"If you're unlucky..."

"You will see the storms and waves of this world."

"There are still waves on this sea?"

Ryan turned around and looked at the ocean outside the island, which remained calm despite the raging winds. At first, he thought it was the power of the wizards.

“Mikragard has fallen into a state of stagnation, and that woman represents the last will of the gods. The great being wants to revitalize the world to get through the ‘winter’.”

“That woman certainly has such power. Even now, with half of the gods’ authority lost, she still wields the power of the storm.”

"Your soldiers can't fly, so I hope you have a pleasant meeting."

The raven took flight, and the next moment, the seawater at the edge of the island churned, and a black ship hidden beneath the surface of the sea surfaced. Its deck had a raven-beak ram at the front, and the flag on the mast was also a black raven. At the headpost, there was also a wooden raven.

Faced with unknown magic, the rigging started to spin on its own, raising the three large banners.

This is the Raven Ship of the Blue Sea Islands. It looks ordinary on the surface, but in reality, every plank contains extraordinary power.

It is alive.

Ryan, his eyes gleaming with envy, turned to look at Kledal and said:

"You gave me this ship?"

The raven shook its head.

"It has an even greater mission."

Ryan could only borrow it, and an hour later, he had already boarded the raven ship with his servants.

None of the group could operate the ship, so Ryan used gold coins to recruit a group of sailors from the village, and the ravens did not stop them.

"Frea, we meet again."

Ryan said with a smile, while the blacksmith stood shyly beside him, staring at the ship with curious yet intense eyes.

Every villager living on the island knows how to drive a boat. They also have their own small boats, and some can even hold their breath underwater for more than half an hour to hunt for food in the water.

"Woo——"

As the horn sounded, and under the watchful eyes of everyone on the island, the ship, which had not been used for thousands of years, set sail on the calm ocean.

With nothing much to do, Ryan found a fishing rod in the captain's cabin and then sat on the edge of the headpost.

There was no bait, and no fish.

The hook can slide faster than a fish can swim in the sea.

"Captain, can you really catch fish like this?"

Freya shouted it out with such practiced ease that Ryan wondered if he was the very pirate he was talking about.

"This is called 'willing to take the bait'."

Ryan spoke with feigned profundity, and then in the next moment, he was engulfed in flames that transformed into a ferocious dragon, its claws reaching straight for the ocean below. The next instant, a crystal-clear...squid? appeared before Ryan.

Its body is composed of a black crystal, and its tentacles are also connected by segments of cylindrical crystals, but they are transparent white and look beautiful, if you ignore its body which is more than ten meters long.

"Is this a magic crystal?"

The dragon formed from Ryan's blood and qi suppressed the demon, staring at its tentacles. This time, he discovered that the tentacles, which looked like they were made of cylinders, were actually rhomboid inside. This was the most perfect shape of a magic crystal, which could perfectly preserve the magic power inside.

Then his gaze fell on the monster's head, or perhaps its body.

"obsidian?"

This is the most favored mineral vein by dragons. After the Kingdom of Sera was established, it relied on the obsidian mine in the former territory of Grand Duke Carlos to establish its economic foothold.

Even now, Ryan can still reap substantial profits every quarter from the obsidian mines there.

The relationship with the Frost Dragon Areris was maintained entirely through obsidian.

Ryan glanced at the crystal-shelled squid. On its head, inside the smooth obsidian outline shaped like a tortoise shell, there were wisps of blue lines, beautifully resembling the luminous roots of a deep-sea plant.

"Still blue-eyed, would Areris like this kind of food?"

Ryan thought it was possible.

"This ocean is truly full of treasures."

Ryan opened his eyes wide, looking at the ocean with immense joy, until ripples appeared on the surface of the sea that shouldn't have appeared.

The storm is coming.

(End of this chapter)