Apocalypse Lord-Chapter 64 - 62: Ideals Transformed Into Wind

Lin Lan earnestly welcomed the visiting Alliance merchants.

In the spotless, immaculate living room, the gray-haired lord listened attentively to the plump merchant recounting peculiar and fascinating sea secrets.

After a moment, he looked surprised: "You mean every sea route has its own rules?"

"That’s right, Lord Roland, take the route ’Fog Strait’ for example,"

The merchant Old Dean chuckled: "A fleet wanting to safely pass through the Fog Strait must carefully line up and move forward through the narrow foggy path, and absolutely must not touch the grand fog walls on either side."

Lin Lan sipped his coffee: "What happens if you touch the fog walls?"

"The toucher will be swallowed by the dense fog and then fall into the Gray Realm because beneath the fog walls is not the ocean surface, but extremely dangerous cliffs."

Old Dean continued patiently: "The waves that rush from the fog are just an illusion; the sea surface on either side of the fog path is actually in a ’collapsed’ state."

"There are many similar examples."

Another merchant joined the conversation: "For instance, the route ’Red Candlelight,’ where the night is forever frozen in that sea area and the mirage of graceful maidens lights red candles beneath the sea’s surface, then hosts a grand ball."

He snorted: "Passing fleets must honestly hand over a valuable art piece as a ticket to admire the ball, or they’ll be ’invited’ by the mirages to join the ball and personally perform on stage."

The merchants savored the peculiar stimulant drinks provided by the lord, their conversations now revolving around sea routes.

Lin Lan listened with great interest.

"To be honest, Lord Roland, from a young age, my ambition was to become a legendary navigator who pioneered sea routes in the endless Gray Realm."

Talking about the sea made Old Dean’s eyes sparkle: "I dream of owning a route I have explored myself!"

The other merchants instantly burst into laughter.

"Legendary navigator? With you?"

Someone grinned and teased: "Honestly, Old Dean, you’ve always been talented at joking."

"Just a childhood thought..."

Old Dean wasn’t angry; he rubbed his plump belly and chuckled softly: "I know perfectly well that I’m not cut out for it..."

Among the crowd, only Lin Lan didn’t laugh.

He sat up straight and curiously asked: "Why do you have such an ambition?"

"For ideals, of course."

Old Dean raised his head and seriously said: "It’s a noble ideal jointly propagated by the three Governors."

"For a long time, Alliance navigators have been tirelessly exploring the Gray Realm sea, then redeeming the civilizations trapped on isolated islands."

"Safe routes will unite people!"

"Navigators are convinced that one day, united people will march side by side, conquer the endless sea together, and ultimately find a new world free from celestial calamities for everyone."

"That’s why the Alliance is strong and romantic, Lord Roland."

The plump merchant looked proud: "The Southern Alliance was built around the noble ideal of navigators!"

"That’s certainly true."

Another merchant laughed: "The pioneering ideals proposed by the Governors are the pride of all Alliance citizens."

That said, not everyone can be a navigator exploring the Gray Realm.

In the bizarre and uncanny sea, only the elite among elites can survive in the Gray Realm; pioneering safe routes from it is even more challenging.

Only after countless attempts and sacrifices can navigators achieve this monumental feat.

For civilizations, every safe route pioneered by navigators is invaluable, and the Alliance leadership never hesitates to spend resources to cultivate adventurers daring enough to face the sea.

On the other hand, the benefits hidden behind those routes are incredibly enormous!

The merchants are pursuing exactly this.

Even ignoring sea trade and treasure salvaging, the stories behind the routes and the fame of legendary adventurers can be hyped and quantified into golden coins!

Lin Lan’s eyelids dropped, seemingly sinking into contemplation.

The atmosphere in the living room temporarily calmed down.

Despite the harmonious interaction, in reality, few merchants are willing to establish long-term trade relations with Seagull Town.

How could this young lord, lacking common sense, understand the noble ideals unique to the Alliance?

Except for Old Dean, all the merchants had deep disdain hidden in their eyes.

They indeed came to Seagull Town with the idea of investing in ’unknown powerful races.’

But reality greatly disappointed the merchants.

What powerful race is there here?

The Deep Sea Treasures in Charles’s hands are indeed genuine, but from the dilapidated wooden port, it’s evident that Lord Roland has absolutely no capability to explore the sea!

The merchants exchanged glances, and judgments formed in their minds.

This young man is likely a survivor who drifted from a small island swallowed by celestial calamities.

The truth is probably that Roland hastily threw out all his possessions as a pledge to join the Alliance, but was tricked into selling them all by Charles.

Could this guy really be trying to rely on us to integrate into the big family of the Alliance?

What a dream...

The Alliance’s inclusivity has its limits; it doesn’t accept just any country bumpkin!

Every knowledgeable Alliance citizen knows that the Governors rally valuable partners, not stinking beggars!

The merchants occasionally glanced at the poor scenery outside the window, shaking their heads slightly. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Where is the value of this territory?

The special sunlight in the territory?

That’s even more of a joke.

Sun Praise priests within the Alliance have long been countless, and the cryptic pronunciations in Prayer Books aren’t any rare knowledge.

Even some sailors on their ships would pray to the sun.

This means that the extraordinary power of sunlight is far too common, too weak.

Everyone knows that the only force truly favored by the sun in this world is the Angsak people, whose racial strength is extremely strong.

The grand sanctuaries they build are constantly refining immense amounts of sunlight every moment.

This foundation, paired with the race’s unique ritual of Sun Worship, allows Angsak people to transform ordinary sunlight into priceless treasure.

The sunshine items they produce are always in short supply.

That race is the one worthy of being wooed and united by the Alliance!

Turn back and see what Lord Roland is doing with sunlight.

Using it on inferior cold weapons is one thing; he even uses sunlight on ragged clothes to keep the lower classes warm!

Tsk tsk tsk... such behavior is truly ridiculous and laughable!

It can only be said that a country bumpkin is just that, mixing with such an ignorant bumpkin, one will sooner or later become a fool like Old Dean.

Of course, compared to those mentally unstable Lion Heart nobles, Lord Roland is still barely communicable.

From an objective perspective, the investment value of Seagull Town truly exists, and the Blood Circulation Potion is one of these.

But this stuff is obviously only enough to feed one merchant, and as for the other projects, the short-term profit is simply too low to be worth the effort...

No one is willing to lower themselves to waste time here.

The merchants always follow in the footsteps of navigators, where greater ideals and unity await them at a distance—there, that’s the real stage of this world!

Lin Lan sipped his coffee, observing everyone’s actions and expressions.

The gray-haired lord smiled silently.