Lord: I can see loyalty.

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Several days later, at Eagle's Beak Castle, at the dock.

A thin layer of mist shrouded the sea in the early morning, and sunlight shone through the thin clouds, turning everything into a pale gold.

But the dock was unusually lively this morning.

Countless civilians, militiamen, and knights from the western border were gathered at the dock, their voices rising and falling in a continuous murmur.

On the shore of the dock, a brand-new small warship was quietly moored. Its hull was long and narrow with smooth lines, and it even seemed to gleam with a dark purple light in the morning light.

Old Patton was squatting by the side of the boat, giving the hull seams a final inspection. He held a small hammer in his hand, gently tapping each plank and listening to the sound as he pressed his ear against the hull.

Ryan stood on the deck, repeatedly pulling on the ropes to make sure that every cable was secure.

Even Valentine had come from the South and was now standing at the bow of the ship, holding a staff in his hand.

He muttered incantations, and pale blue light patterns flowed slowly from the tip of his staff, merging into the magic ore patterns on the ship's hull.

"This needs some reinforcement," Old Patton said, pointing to a seam at the bottom of the ship. As soon as he finished speaking, several craftsmen immediately surrounded him, hammering and banging away.

Vio stood on the dock, at the front of the crowd, looking at the specially made warship that he had ordered to be built.

The boat wasn't large, and it looked like it could only hold a maximum of three people, but almost every inch of it was made of the best materials.

The keel was made of ironwood specially transported from the Blackwood region, where the southern and northern borders meet. Its material is sturdy and far more durable than that of ordinary ships.

The hull is made of hard-leaved maple, a specialty of the Western Regions, and key parts are inlaid with high-quality magic ore, which is now gleaming with a faint purple light under the sunlight.

At the bow of the ship, there is also an eagle with outstretched wings, which seems to be a symbol of the West and South.

This was Ryan's idea, supposedly modeled after the dragon-headed warships of the Northern Continent, which could bring good luck and the blessing of the god of war.

"Count Vio."

Valentine sensed Vio's gaze, put away his staff, and walked over, his face unusually showing concern. "This ship is too small. The sea is not like land. With this size, just one wave..."

"Don't worry, Uncle."

"There's an Eastern saying, 'Though the sparrow is small, it has all the vital organs,'" Vio smiled and patted the old man on the shoulder. "Besides, I'm not going to fight a war; I'm just going to take a look."

Valentine could only shake his head, but said nothing more. He knew very well that once this young man made up his mind, even the king himself couldn't stop him.

"I have already activated the patterns on these magic ores."

He pointed to the purple magic ore patterns on the ship's hull, "See this spot? When encountering storms, as long as magic power is poured in, the ship will automatically stabilize."

"Also, I carved a simple buoyancy array on the bottom of the ship, so it can withstand waves that aren't too big."

Valentine looked around again, searching for something, and quickly spoke up again: "And here, as long as you infuse magic, the ship can accelerate. Of course, magic acceleration is too unstable, so use this trick carefully."

Vio nodded, and after confirming everything, he quickly turned his gaze to the cabin.

There, various dry rations, fresh water, medicines, several rolls of maps of the sea were neatly arranged, some detailed and some approximate, as well as some simple spare weapons.

In a corner of the cabin, there was even a small barrel of fruit wine, a specialty of the southern region.

"Who put this here? Aren't they afraid I'll get drunk on the boat?" Vio laughed and pointed to the barrel of fruit wine.

Old Patton looked up and grinned. "I put it in. After all, the sea is humid, and a couple of sips can help ward off the chill."

Vio didn't say anything more, only a slight smile appeared on his lips.

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The night before departure, Eagle's Beak Castle, Western Training Grounds.

The moonlight, smooth as water, fell upon the sand, making each grain of sand gleam with a cool light.

Gina stood alone in the center of the training field, slowly swinging her broadsword, the blade whistling softly as it cut through the air.

Her movements were slow, but if someone knowledgeable in swordsmanship were to pass by and see this, they would be surprised to find that the sword was not actually slow, but rather that Gina had deliberately controlled the speed.

She has successfully broken through to the first level and stabilized, but this is far from enough.

Gina was also "chosen" by Vio this time and joined the group heading to Shipwreck Island.

She understood that this trip to Shipwreck Island would mean facing the last pirate king of the Western Territory, the giant ship the fishermen spoke of, and the unknown sea monster.

Therefore, she must become stronger.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

A familiar voice came from behind.

Gina stopped what she was doing and turned around.

Vio was standing at the edge of the training field, holding a glass of Western wine. The moonlight shone on him, and the shadow covered half of his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

Vio walked over, stopped beside her, and handed her the wine glass.

Gina took it and took a sip. It was a rare and exquisite wine brought from all over the world by the Western Regions. It was sweet and had a light fragrance.

"What's wrong, are you nervous?" Vio asked.

Gina was silent for a moment, then shook her head. "It's not that I'm nervous, it's just... I'm thinking about tomorrow."

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about that shipwrecked island, and the secret of that old pirate, and that so-called sea beast." She looked up, and in the moonlight, a glint of something unfathomable flashed in her calm eyes.

"My lord, what exactly has Finn prepared on the island?"

Vio did not answer immediately.

He turned his head and looked at the deep blue sea in the distance, remaining silent for a long time.

"Whatever he's prepared," he finally spoke, his tone surprisingly confident, "we will win."

Gina turned her head slightly to look at him. In the moonlight, his tall figure seemed to have made all the preparations, which made her feel at ease.

"My Lord Earl..."

"No need to say anything," Vio interrupted her, turned around, and walked towards the castle. "Get some rest; we have a long journey ahead tomorrow."

Gina held her wine glass, watching the departing figure, the moonlight casting a long, long shadow.

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At almost the same moment, on the other side of the castle, in the room of the Great Knight of the West, the leader of the Giant Whale Knights.

Alec Stone was sitting by the window, holding the knight's greatsword in his hand. The whale pattern on the blade was faintly visible in the moonlight, and it had faded a bit.

He has been sitting here for a long time, from dusk till late at night, without moving an inch.

Five years ago, he was trapped beneath his homeland by the Pirate King, and set it as his homepage to receive daily updates of works like "Lord: I Can See Loyalty." He thought this was all he could ever live.

Even if he is later rescued by the kingdom's army, he will most likely be punished by the king for working for pirates.

After all, no matter how rare a great knight is, the king wouldn't gamble on one who's like a ticking time bomb.

But five years later, today, he still stands in the sunlight, behind the Earl of the South, about to embark on a new journey.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jimmy pushed open the door and walked in.

"Great Knight, are you still awake?"

Alec looked up at the young knight.

Jimmy was still wearing the leather armor he wore during training, and his forehead was covered in sweat, clearly indicating that he had just finished training.

"You too, just finished training? You're really diligent," Alec said with a slight smile.

Jimmy chuckled and sat down opposite him. "It's not really training, I just can't sleep and I'm thinking about tomorrow."

"The Earl said he's only taking the three of us; I don't know if that'll be enough."

Alec didn't answer, he just stared at the sword in his hand.

"Great Knight," Jimmy suddenly spoke, his gaze never leaving the weapon at his waist, "what kind of person do you think Finn really is?"

Alec paused for a moment, then slowly said, "As for Finn, I have met him once."

Jimmy was taken aback. "You've seen him before?!"

"That was many years ago, when I was still working for the old count." Alec's gaze drifted into the distance, lost in thought as he recalled events from long ago.

"Back then, Finn wasn't a pirate yet; he was just an ordinary fisherman. Some say he fled from the North, while others say he was a native of the Westerlands. In any case, he lived by the sea, made a living by fishing, and lived a simple but content life."

"And then?"

"Later...you know, back then in the West, every summer, those fishermen would go out to sea to become pirates and earn some extra money, and Finn was one of them."

Alec's voice was a little hoarse. "Later, perhaps his bloodline from the Northern Continent manifested, and his skills as a pirate became more and more outrageous. By the time I learned about him, he was already the number one pirate king in the Western Region."

"You have to understand, the Kingdom and the Western Regions were at their peak at that time, with hundreds of naval warships. It was no easy feat to become a great pirate king under such circumstances."

Jimmy fell silent.

"His rampant behavior couldn't last long," Alec said. "Later, the kingdom and the Earl of the West paid a heavy price to deal with this great pirate king."

"Looking back now, the fact that the Western Territory fell into a state of pirate control might also be due to the excessive expenditure of resources in dealing with Finn. Of course, the turmoil that occurred in the capital at that time was the main reason."

Jimmy nodded in agreement and said, "After all, history is not simply a collection of stories, but rather a tapestry woven from the rise and fall of countless lives and the flames of countless wars."

Upon hearing this, the Grand Knight was slightly taken aback, and after a moment, he looked at Jimmy and burst out laughing.

"Lord Jimmy, it seems you have studied at the Knight Academy. Your words and actions are very aristocratic."

Jimmy just smiled awkwardly, scratched his head and said modestly, "I only studied at the Knight Academy for a few years when I was young, how could I have any noble demeanor?"

"And the reason Finn hasn't participated in the fighting all these years, I guess, is not because he's afraid, but because he's waiting."

"Wait? Wait for what?"

"Let's wait for an opportunity." Alec stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the deep blue sea in the distance. "An opportunity for him to get his revenge."

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting the shadows of the two figures on the ground, shimmering and fragmented. Soon after, one of the figures left the room.

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The next day was also the day they set off.

Western Frontier, Eagle's Beak Castle, at the dock.

As dawn broke, the dock was already packed with people.

Two specially made small warships were quietly moored on the shore, their hulls gleaming with a dark purple light in the morning glow.

Vio stood at the bow of the first ship, with the magic-feathered sword and shield hanging at his waist, gazing calmly into the distance.

Behind him, Gina stood silently beside him, her hand on the hilt of her sword, as always.

On the second ship, Alec Stone had already boarded, his platinum armor gleaming in the morning light, his greatsword slung over his back.

Jimmy stood beside him, holding a longsword in his hand, a warm smile on his face.

At the dock, Old Barton, Ryan, Valentine, Ansquie, Xavier, Marcus, and his old knights from the West came to see them off.

"Your Excellency," Ansquieu stepped forward and knelt on one knee, "Are you sure you don't need to bring more people?"

Vio shook his head. "Too many people will only get in the way. You guys stay in the West, keep an eye on your territory, and be ready to contact us at any time."

Ansquie opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Xavier stopped him.

"The Earl is right," Xavier said in a low voice. "We wouldn't be of any help if we went; in fact, we'd probably just make things worse."

Ansquie was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"My lord," Marcus stepped forward, holding a flag in his hands, "this is the flag of our chosen Whale Knights. We haven't had a chance to tell you yet, so please take it with you, just for good luck."

Vio took the flag and unfurled it.

On the deep blue flag, a silver whale leaps out of the sea, lifelike in its image.

"Good." He handed the flag to Gina. "Hang it up."

Gina took the flag and tied it to the top of the mast. The sea breeze blew, and the flag fluttered in the wind.

"Set off!"

The two warships slowly sailed away from the dock, their sails rising and instantly billowing in the sea breeze.

The ship cut through the waves and began to move towards the isolated island to the south.

On the dock, the figures of those seeing people off gradually shrank until only a few blurry shadows remained.

Vio stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the deep blue sea in the distance. The morning light was shining on the surface of the sea, making it sparkle and stretch to the horizon.

"Your Excellency," Gina approached him, "our plan is...?"

Vio did not answer immediately, but simply gazed into the distance.

There, where the sea meets the sky, one can vaguely see hazy, gray silhouettes.

Those are islands, and Shipwreck Island might be one of them.

The last pirate king of the West is waiting for them there.

Vio turned his head slightly and replied, "Let's observe what Finn is up to first."

"If it's not too much trouble and he doesn't have any other help, the few of us are enough to deal with an old man."