887 Statutes (2/2)

”Great, I think this is feasible!” Edward nodded.

Initially, he thought that Roche would come up with a list of demanding statutes and command all the pirates under him to follow it strictly.

However, the first draft felt more like setting established conventions to be commonly used. Moreover, there were not many provisions, and they were all simple and practical. It had the foundations of a statute that could be popularized.

”I have no objections!”

”Agreed!”

After the pirate governors agreed, Fang Yuan's original subordinates, such as Bill and Butcher, were naturally not going to oppose him.

With their support and agreement, it was almost certain that this 'Pirate Statutes' would be implemented across the oceans to become the foundation for resolving any disputes out at sea.

”Pirate Statutes? Maybe after today, it will be called the Roche Statutes…”

Orlando's heart trembled at this scene.

Even though he was the renowned Deep Sea Hades, he was truly insignificant in front of the true Pirate King.

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Ettoman.

”My Lord…”

Donald locked himself in a small room and prayed constantly.

Ever since that incident, he had been feeling restless and uneasy.

Even though the government classified it as a drainpipe accident, he was naturally not convinced since he saw murloc.

In fact, under Fang Yuan's intentional or unintentional pointers and after gathering more information through his connections, Donald was truly frightened.

Something was happening across the land, and the death count tallied over a hundred!

And there were all kinds of supernatural and ridiculous incidents.

There was no need to mention the rampant Cecil influenza, which was like a god of death entrenched in the continent, wantonly harvesting lives.

”… My Lord, please forgive my feebleness… Please bestow your mercy and give humanity asylum…”

Frankly, the more Donald knew, the more uncertain his heart felt. At this moment, he was simply pinning his only hope on the Dream and Armament Master.

”My Lord… I have sin… I have wavered…”

Donald was praying while kneeling and holding the emblem.

Ever since he went to that house and saw the marks Parsi drew, he felt that something was amiss.

Even being extremely far away from that house and having no intention of heading back, the triangular insignia was increasingly clear and floating in front of his eyes for some unknown reason.

Recently, it became even more severe, and he could see every stroke clearly. It was as though it was seducing Donald, trying to get him to portray everything accurately himself.

If Fang Yuan were here, he would definitely be able to see that Donald had been 'infected'!

After all, the Deep-Sea Stalker was on the same level as Demon Gods.

Through this imprint, Donald had a connection with that existence. However, he had Fang Yuan's energy within his body.

Regarding the Deep-Sea Stalker, there was an increasing need to pay more attention.

The result was Donald growing increasingly insane.

He even had urges to bite off his fingers every time he looked at them.

”You have indeed sinned!”

At this moment, the emblem in Donald's hands suddenly let out a ray of light and warmth.

”My Lord… Your consciousness has finally descended?”

Donald was almost crying tears of joy.

Over time, the Dream and Armament Master gave him fewer and fewer responses, making Donald feel like he had lost 'God's Grace'. He was becoming more neurotic and sensitive.

”You don't have to worry or panic… The test of the world is about to arrive, and only the sincere ones will be able to survive!” Fang Yuan's voice sounded.

In reality, he had to play the role of a good Pirate King and oversee the pirates recently, so he was not as focused or as motivated as before for this side.

However, Donald was still his pope, so he could not watch him get plotted against by others.

A stream of water suddenly appeared and soaked Donald. After this, it quickly converged on his back to reveal an inverted triangle.

”This is…”

Donald used a mirror to look dazedly at this item that looked neither like a tattoo nor an imprint.

Shortly after, he understood.

Ever since he had entered that house, he could sense the watchful eyes of the Deep-Sea Stalker.

Of course, for that kind of existence, perhaps it was merely a casual imprint.

But to Donald, it was enough to make him feel uneasy and eventually collapse under the pressure.

Fang Yuan had no doubt that if it were anyone else, they would have certainly been led astray to collect the materials needed to summon deep sea underlings.