This pirate only wants to farm.

Now it was Tony's turn to be surprised.

In his memory, this great captain never liked to get himself involved in troublesome matters. With the reputation and capabilities of the Hades, he could easily choose any pirate to work for him on a calm sea.

It was precisely because he hated trouble and disliked communicating with those rude and scheming pirates that he set his sights on the Scholar.

But now, this great captain actually wants to make a deal with those pirates.

Although I, old Tony, had traded with those pirates before, those trades were limited to a small scale and a small scope, barely enough to sustain my survival.

But now Tony could sense that the deal this man was talking about was not some small-scale affair like before, but a deal that was out in the open and encompassed the entire Calm Sea.

For some reason, old Tony was trembling slightly. Although this was just a trivial transaction initiated by this great being, he sensed that it was a sign that the Hades was beginning to extend its tentacles outward.

It wasn't just old Tony who had this feeling; even the other Mink kids were all looking this way. Owen even took out a notebook wrapped in several layers of oil paper from his chest and forced himself to control the trembling of his fingertips as he recorded everything.

What is a scholar?

Research, record, and witness – that's what makes a scholar.

Scholar is not a status, but a profession, just like Elizabeth's swordsman.

An extraordinary profession.

Although the young guys on the Scholar didn't have the extensive knowledge of old Tony and didn't know what this moment represented, they could all feel that the profession of scholar was rapidly accumulating experience points in a terrifying way.

In the past, they could only conduct research and record through those books, but this time they were witnessing, witnessing a great moment.

Old Tony solemnly put down his pipe, straightened his robes, stood up, and bowed deeply to Lynch: "I will fulfill the orders you have given me; this is also my mission."

The Mink Tribe's reaction left Lynch and Elizabeth with several question marks on their minds.

Lin Qi's lips twitched slightly. He felt that these furry little guys had misunderstood something. It was just about expanding the scale of trade, why did they have to be so formal?

He wanted to explain something, but the words stuck in his throat.

Well, let's be serious then. Anyway, we'll be trading a lot more often in the future, so being more formal can't hurt.

"I should be thanking you for helping me; you know I don't like dealing with those guys."

Old Tony let out a long sigh, looking much more energetic. He chuckled and sat back down in his chair. "That's exactly what we should do. Helping you is helping ourselves, isn't it?"

"Furthermore, by helping you with the transactions, we can acquire more resources so that we can quietly get through the winter and conduct our academic research."

Tony's original plan was to sell off several batches of supplies on the ship to accumulate enough for the winter, and then begin academic research on the Calm Sea and the Hades.

But this time, the mission given by the owner of the Hades made old Tony change his plans.

This is an opportunity, an opportunity that only scholars can access.

After years of stagnation in his academic career, Tony finally saw a glimmer of growth again. He thought that this time he might be able to be a little greedy and conduct research while trading.

Lin Qi smiled and nodded: "Alright, I'll leave the rest of the transactions to you. It's a bit late today, let's talk about the transactions tomorrow. After you've eaten and drunk your fill, I think you need a rest."

Old Tony stood up again, leading his chubby-bellied minkmen in a bow to Lynch: "That's exactly what we were thinking. Thank you for your generosity. We'll head back to rest now, and we'll come back to bother you again tomorrow morning to discuss the details of this deal."

Old Tony led the group of Minks, who were practically clinging to the walls, away from the Hades and back to the Scholar.

Irving, who was practically rolling back to the Scholar, laboriously made his way to the captain's cabin and asked old Tony, "Captain, why have you changed your plans again?"

"Weren't we supposed to dig up those books and study them before the weather gets cold?"

Old Tony took off his soaking wet captain's uniform, changed into dry clothes, and slowly shook his head while smoking his pipe: "Plans can't keep up with changes, kid."

"Since you can ask this question, it means that you little guys obviously haven't anticipated what that person is planning."

Just then, Sal arrived at the captain's cabin, also clutching his stomach, looking at old Tony with a puzzled expression: "Captain, can you tell me what happened? Although I have a premonition that we are witnessing a great moment, it's just a trivial transaction. Why is it resonating with the academic profession?"

Old Tony sighed and shook his head: "It seems you still have a lot to learn."

"You haven't seen the profound thoughts behind that great captain's expansion of the deal."

"I ask you, if things had gone according to the past, what would the sea on a calm surface have looked like?"

The pirate ship, which should have been filled with evil and foul language, is now filled with an academic atmosphere. Old Tony is like a profound old professor, asking questions and giving lectures to his students.

Owen and Sal exchanged a glance, and after thinking for a while, Owen finally spoke up: "If it were before, the pirates on the Windless Sea would have already set off to plunder the merchant ships on the shipping lanes by now."

Sal nodded in agreement: "They need to gather enough supplies before the weather gets cold. This is their last chance to acquire supplies. If they miss this opportunity, they will have to wait until the rain stops and risk the cold and storms to raid again."

Old Tony smiled and nodded: "So, what about now?"

Owen scratched his head, as if he had vaguely grasped something: "On the outskirts of the Windless Sea, the Saint Mary is like a bull in heat, indiscriminately attacking and plundering all the pirates."

Sal's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands sharply: "So that's how it is! No wonder you agreed to the pirates' request to be the lookout and keep an eye on the Storm's Roar."

"Because these two magical warships from the Oren Empire are disrupting the balance of the Windless Sea, the pirates know that if they don't unite to fight the Saint Mary, they will surely die."

"Although the living environment in the Windless Sea is extremely poor, it is the only living space that these pirates at the bottom can choose."

Owen looked at Sal with a strange expression: "What does this have to do with what we're discussing? And can those two magical warships stay here forever?"

Sal looked at Owen with an expression as if he were an idiot: "Do you think those pirates would know what the purpose of these two magical warships coming here is?"

"In their eyes, it's only natural for the navy to come and wipe out the pirates, and they even sent two magical warships. What do you think that means to the pirates?"

Owen paused, then gasped. "These filthy pirates thought these navy men were here to wipe them out, so they banded together?"

Old Tony chuckled contentedly, "That's right. We only learned about the Navy's purpose through the Hades, but the pirates didn't know."

Owen was once again puzzled: "But what does this have to do with what we were just discussing? What exactly does this person on the Hades want to do?"

Old Tony glared at Owen with a look of utter disappointment: "For the first time, the pirates have united. There are still external enemies, and now a great captain has provided countless supplies of food and water. What do you think that means?"

Irving and Sardon's eyes widened instantly, their wet hair practically standing on end.

"You mean he wants to rule the Windless Sea?"