Wilk was overjoyed and repeatedly expressed his gratitude. A pirate like him, a dime a dozen in the New World, had actually been noticed by someone like this. It was like a pie falling straight from the sky!
Ronglin, however, had plans of his own. Someone like Wilk was slick-tongued, clever, and shrewd. Anrield, on the other hand, was rough and reckless, acting impulsively without regard for the consequences. Wilk would be perfect for Anrield to handle. If things went well, Anrield could become someone capable of standing on his own and helping Ronglin solve his troubles.
If it did not go well, then... that would mean Anrield was unfit for greater responsibility!
As Ronglin pondered this, he glanced at the unfamiliar faces inside the carriage. Every one of them was trembling with fear, staring at him as though he would pounce and tear them apart the next second.
"Hey! I really don't get it. Why are you all so afraid of me?" Ronglin could not help asking. "Do I really look that scary?"
Someone answered tremblingly, "Boss, we heard you were going to go against the Celestial Dragons. A group of tax officers from Mary Geoise arrived on the island this morning, and then you landed this afternoon. How are we supposed to know whether you came here looking for trouble on purpose? They're powerful, and if you start fighting, we'll be the ones who suffer!"
Money? We Get By on Our Looks!
Tax officers sent by the Celestial Dragons? Ronglin was somewhat puzzled. The Celestial Dragons governed the world, but surely they did not personally collect taxes too? Was that not handled by the local nations themselves?
"Which faction does this island belong to?" Ronglin asked with a frown.
"It used to be an unnamed island. After it