The Skin

The confidential meeting between the two top Pirate Governors ended quickly.

Once they raised a spell barrier, Wilson and the others couldn't hear what they were discussing. They only sensed that the balance of power across the entire ocean was about to undergo a massive change.

"Hmph!"

When the two Legendary Pirate Ships had finished their meeting, the others were even more terrified, afraid that the Pirate Prince and Blackbeard had reached a compromise and would offer them up as a meeting gift.

Fortunately, that worst-case scenario never came to pass.

Blackbeard gave a cold snort. The enormous Monster Ship roared as it reentered Hell of Lightning.

The Wanderer, meanwhile, made a graceful slide to the left, like a peerless dancer performing on the ocean stage, and sailed alongside the Crimson Lotus.

"I'm Rochy, Leader of the Purgatory Pirate Group. It's an honor to meet you, great Son of the Golden Sea!"

Fang Yuan spread his arms, palms facing upward, and gave a salute.

"I'm Edward!"

The Pirate Prince grabbed a rope and gave it a slight tug. He traced a graceful arc through the air and landed on the Crimson Lotus's deck. "Hmm, this is a level three battleship from the Royal Navy, isn't it? It was good enough to sail through the Nightmare Sea and the Golden Sea before, but sadly, that won't be enough anymore—not even the navy's former trump card, a Level 1 Battleship under sail..."

Edward stroked the mast and let out a sigh.

Just from that remark, Fang Yuan knew that the Pirate Prince wasn't entirely ignorant of the changes taking place in Ingsman.

He also knew a great deal about steam-powered ironclad warships.

Sadly, the same question still remained.

Even if he knew, what could he do about it?

A complete steam-powered industrial