How can I become the Pirate King if you don’t work hard?.

Chapter 327 I am Britannias!
Upon hearing Joan of Arc's name, Tesoro's gaze instantly turned cold. He reached out to Desce, who immediately understood and took out a gold coin from his pocket.

Without any further action, the gold coins instantly twisted and deformed, converging in Tezoro's hand like a fluid.

"I only fell for that woman's trick before because I wasn't careful. The same thing won't happen again!"

Tezoro gave a cold laugh and turned to look at Akin:

"If you believe me, swallow it."

"This is……"

Ajin's eyes narrowed slightly.

Seeing this, Tezoro explained:

"This is my ability."

"As long as there is gold in your body, it can instantly restrict your movements."

"If any problems arise later, I can restrain you immediately, or use the gold within your body to launch a counterattack."

"In this way, even if you are controlled by Joan of Arc, you won't be taken away by that woman again."

"of course."

"This also means that your life and death are, to some extent, in my control."

"I have already informed you of the risks; the choice is yours..."

Before Tezoro could finish speaking...

Akin grabbed the liquid gold in his hand and swallowed it in one gulp, his gaze unwavering.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to get away."

"I believe you."

Crack-!
The flames burned ever brighter, and the dry branches cracked with a snapping sound.

The scorching light shone on Tezoro's face, revealing the barely suppressed smile on his lips.

Since Stella's death, he has once again felt that feeling called trust.

Tezoro's throat tightened, his mind a jumble of thoughts, but in the end, only one simple word escaped his lips:

"it is good."

Akin nodded to him, then turned to look at Dess again, and couldn't help but call out to him:

"Aren't you really going to consider switching sides and joining my team?"

"Believe me, you possess a talent that is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Only on our ship can you realize the potential of this talent!"

Just as Des was about to speak, Tesoro couldn't help but interrupt:
"It's rather impolite to try and steal my subordinate right in front of me."

"Hahahaha~"

Ajin looked up, leaned against the rock wall behind him, and burst into laughter.

Seeing this, Tezoro's lips also curled into a smile, but it also seemed somewhat helpless.

Simultaneously.

He became increasingly curious about the captain that Ah Jin had mentioned, the one for whom he was willing to give his life.

A cold wind blew into the cave, but it couldn't dispel the warmth emanating from the three people.

……

The next day.

early morning.

Britannias Centre.

An endless jungle surrounds the central megacity.

The pure white towers soared into the clouds, and countless believers dressed in monks' robes prayed everywhere.

The deep chanting echoed over the great city.

This place was once the royal city of Britannias and is now the holy city of the Church of the Awakening, known as Avalon.

Eagle Knight Bevel walked expressionlessly, step by step, along the main road running north to south into the center of the holy city.

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
The crisp sound of footsteps attracted the attention of countless people; some respected them, some were disdainful, but most were filled with fear.

He was the one who served Arthur and also the one who brought Arthur to his end.

Bevel's bravery has been recognized by everyone in Britannias, whether it was Arthur in the past or Bevel now, they all admire him greatly.

The footsteps faded away.

Joan of Arc, standing atop the city wall, leaned against the doors and windows, watching the scene with great interest.

"Did we return empty-handed?!"

"Those two are quite strong; in the outside world, they'd be considered top-tier pirates, with bounties likely close to ten figures." "But to escape from you with just that level of skill..."

"Was it unwillingness, or luck?!"

While thinking.

Two women dressed in nun's robes pushed open the door and entered, bowing respectfully to Jeanne d'Arc:
"Lady Joan of Arc, His Holiness the Pope has been waiting for you for a long time."

"I see."

Joan of Arc nodded, her expression instantly becoming serious.

She turned around and followed the two men, soon entering the central palace of the castle.

A thin, elderly man dressed in a black monk's robe sat upright in the main seat of the castle, looking down at Bevel, who was kneeling below.

The old man's appearance was extremely ordinary; sitting there, he seemed like an ordinary old man, with an indescribable kindness in his eyes.

But this trace of kindness was completely torn apart by a hideous wound that stretched from his brow all the way to his neck, almost cutting him in two.

Furthermore, three pairs of wings with pure white feathers extended from behind the old man, almost identical to the statue standing in the hall.

He was the ruler of Britannias and also the Pope of the Celestial Church, Wales.

Wales ignored Joan of Arc, his gaze fixed on Beville, and he couldn't help but sigh:
“Beville, this is not how you should behave.”

Beville lowered his head and remained silent, then began to explain:

"The other side came prepared."

"What I didn't expect was that he could even manipulate the gold on his body. I was caught off guard and fell for his trick."

"Yeah……"

Wales responded, his gaze softening slightly. He glanced at Beville, then looked up into the distance.

The palace gates were open.

From the position in Wales, God can see the main road that runs through the entire megacity of Avalon.

Countless ordinary people and pastors came and went, their faces beaming with smiles, creating a scene of harmony and peace.

He stared for a long time before turning his gaze away and saying to Beville:

"I know you have grievances in your heart."

“But I know that what you are protecting is not me, nor the British royal family, but this land and the people who live on it.”

With the sound, Wales slowly stood up.

Sunlight streamed in from behind him, casting huge shadows from his six wings that enveloped Beville and also fell upon the castle below through the distant gate.

"Then you should know that I am Britannias, and I am a person of Britannias!"

"I only exist in Britannias!"

Bevel's half-crouched body trembled slightly, and the fingers gripping the knight's sword turned slightly white.

He remained in a half-squatting position, but his peripheral vision fell on the two nuns beside Joan of Arc.

He saw piety, faith, and an unparalleled reverence for Wales; it was as if he had seen a god descended to earth.

But that's all there is.

Beville gritted his teeth:
“I understand, Your Excellency Wales.”

"I don't want to see this kind of mistake again."

Wales slowly sat down, his expression calming, and commanded:
"Go."

"Bring the power of bone to me!"

"Yes!"

Beville nodded and got up to walk out of the city.

Needless to say.

A massive falcon was already waiting outside the castle.

……

at the same time.

Ah Jin and his companions had already left the dense forest and arrived at a small town.

But the scene before them made them both fall silent.

"How could... such a thing happen?!"

(End of this chapter)