Shock

"Lord of Dream Soldiers!"

Orlando repeated the name several times, as if trying to carve it into his heart.

"Please!"

The merchant opened the door and gestured for him to enter.

Orlando took a deep breath and stepped into the sitting room.

"Captain Orlando?"

The hall was spacious. A black bear pelt hung on the opposite wall, beside two mounted elk heads.

A middle-aged man with a head of green hair lounged in an ornate robe, adding sugar and milk to his coffee.

He looked up and beamed at Orlando. "Would you care for a cup? It's coffee, a specialty of Xianglan."

"Thank you, Sir Donald!"

Orlando took a cup without hesitation and sat down, studying Donald intently.

They exchanged a glance, both sensing something familiar in the other.

After all, they were not only both spellcasters, but also closely connected to Fang Yuan, the Lord of Dream Soldiers.

"You should call me Duke Donald now..." Donald corrected Orlando's small mistake. "I was just granted a peerage by the Queen. Of course, the news hasn't spread very far yet."

"All right... Duke Donald, are you now the intermediary between me and the Navy?"

Orlando kept sizing Donald up.

Of course, he wanted to ask more about the Lord of Dream Soldiers, but he held back.

"Yes. Right now, to maintain our kingdom's maritime supremacy, we urgently need people like you, Captain, to join us..."

Donald was blunt. "We need you to hinder the nations of the O'Farrell Continent from exploring the seas, especially Sese. They're developing far too quickly! And when necessary, we'll also need you to assist the Navy as a civilian force and hunt down certain pirates, like Blackbeard!"

"Blackbeard? Hahaha... Did I hear that right? Is today the Trickster God's holiday?"

Orlando sprang to his feet with