Gunpowder Plate Armor and the Magic Revolution

Old Scar subconsciously touched his neck, looking terrified.

"I want to live a few more years. What? You think you've lived enough?"

Jeffrey looked at Old Scar as if he were an idiot.

As night deepened, the fire gradually burned to a dark red glow, and the boisterous singing subsided.

The sailors slept sprawled on the deck, bottles scattered everywhere, while only the sailors on night watch remained at the mast and along the ship's side.

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The next day, just as dawn broke, the sun leaped out of the sea, its golden-red light spreading across the entire emerald sea and gilding the crests of the surging waves with a golden edge.

After repairs, the damage to both the Shining Gold and White Gull ships has been completely restored.

The mainmast of the White Gull, which had been shattered by chain bullets, was reinforced with hardwood. The sails, which had been torn by shrapnel, were replaced with brand new canvas. The ropes, pulleys, and cannons were all inspected.

The sailors on the Goldship were all in their places, standing at their posts with high spirits, completely different from the disheveled state they were in after yesterday's battle.

"Weigh anchor!"

With a shout from the first mate, the winch creaked and turned, and the heavy anchor chain was slowly pulled back into the hull, splashing up tiny droplets of water.

The mainsail of the Shining Gold slowly rose, the morning breeze billowed the sails, the ship rocked gently, broke through the waves, and slowly sailed forward.

The White Gull, following closely behind, also raised its sails. Captain Evan stood at the bow, confidently giving his new first mate navigation instructions, his eyes full of plans for the future.

Just as the Goldship raised its sails, the familiar sound of a winch turning suddenly came from behind.

Everyone turned to look and saw that the Fang, which had been anchored at the anchorage, was simultaneously lowering its anchor, and a jet-black flag was raised on the mainmast. Embroidered in the center of the flag was a baring sea wolf, which was the "Sea Wolf Flag" that Jeffrey had been using to navigate the Emerald Sea for more than ten years.

With all its sails raised, the Fang cut through the waves, following the Goldflesh and the White Gull at a leisurely pace, maintaining a distance of about a mile.

"What's going on?"

Captain Evan of the White Gull's face instantly changed. He grabbed the monocular binoculars, his hands trembling. "What...what's he doing following us? Has he changed his mind? Is he planning to hijack us at sea?!"

The sailors on deck tensed up instantly, grabbing whatever knives and guns were at hand, and the gunners at the gun emplacements instinctively adjusted their cannons to aim at the Fang behind them.

Just then, Jeffrey’s loud shout suddenly came from the Fang, and with the help of the morning sea breeze, it was clearly heard on the White Gull and the Goldflint.

"Major General Bilkin! Sirs! I, Jeffrey, have kept my promise from yesterday! This sea is not peaceful; I will see you all on your way!"

These words immediately eased the tense atmosphere on the deck.

Captain Evan let out a long sigh of relief, patted his chest, and muttered some incomprehensible scripture, probably thanking the chief god Alistair.

Noze leaned against the ship's railing, watching the sea wolf flag fluttering in the wind.

Lucas leaned closer to him, clicking his tongue in amazement, "That old sea wolf actually came to escort us personally! Now that's great, no one will dare to cause trouble along the way."

"The Emerald Sea route is complicated, with countless scattered pirate hideouts. With his sea wolf flag, we should be safer."

Andrew nodded in agreement.

Their words soon came true.

Less than two hours after setting sail, the fleet entered a narrow channel riddled with reefs.

Three small pirate ships were seen obliquely blocking the sea ahead, their sails painted with crooked skulls, clearly indicating that they were bandits waiting to rob and kill passing merchant ships. When the Flash Gold and White Gull sailed over, the three ships, which had been excitedly turning their bows around and setting up a blocking position, even opened half of their cannon windows.

Sailing in such waters requires a slow and deliberate pace, which naturally provides opportunities for pirates.

But when they saw the Fang following behind the two ships and the wolf flag fluttering in the wind, the pirates on board were instantly thrown into chaos.

Without even a moment's hesitation, the lead pirate ship turned around, hoisted its sails, and fled frantically out of the channel. The other two ships followed closely behind, tumbling and crawling away behind the reefs. They didn't dare to fire a cannon to intercept them, or even linger for a second longer.

A burst of laughter erupted on the deck of the Shining Gold.

After sailing for another day, when they anchored to rest in the evening, they encountered a sizable pirate fleet of three armed sailing ships, which appeared to be a large gang of bandits in the nearby waters.

At first, the other side, relying on its superior numbers, refused to back down and even seemed poised to encircle them.

Seeing this, Jeffrey immediately ordered the Fang to the front of the fleet and fired a blank shot at the opposing pirate fleet. Then Jeffrey shouted his name, Sea Wolf.

The opposing pirate fleet instantly lost its arrogance.

In less than half a minute, all five ships lowered their sails, then turned around and led the fleet far away, clearing the entire channel for the Shining Gold and White Gull, not daring to approach them.

The journey took two days and two nights, with the Fang steadily following behind the convoy like a silent guardian.

Whenever they encountered pirate ships along the way, as soon as they saw the sea wolf flag, they would immediately turn around and flee, without even a single direct confrontation.

The sailors on the Goldflint went from being wary at first, to getting used to it, and finally, they would even wave and cheer in the direction of the Fang when they saw the pirate ship fleeing in panic.

Life on the ship returned to normal, a rare and pleasant time for those who had just experienced war.

People always grow up, don't they?

From initially feeling bored with peaceful times to now cherishing them, but is the price of growing up too high...?

However, Nozer was unable to delve deeper into the problem, as he had once again fallen into Monet's trap.

Noze originally wanted to learn the technique of [Deflection] from Monet, and he was even prepared to harass Monet for a long time.

Unexpectedly, when Monet heard that Noze wanted to learn the Deflection Technique, his previously listless eyes immediately lit up. After confirming that it was correct, he immediately agreed to his request and said enthusiastically that he would go get his teaching equipment.

Although Noze didn't know why Monet was suddenly so excited, learning new spells was always a good thing.

When Monet returned with a handful of lead bullets, Nozer vaguely sensed that things seemed to be developing in some strange direction.

A dozen or so perfectly round lead bullets lay heavily in Monet's hand; they were the bullets for a matchlock musket.