An organization could build core cohesion through only two things: material benefits and spiritual beliefs.
The pirates bustled about, all chasing profit. This had its advantages and disadvantages. For instance, Nie Yun could quickly boost their morale with a single raid.
But if he won them over through profit alone, what would these pirates choose when even greater profits beckoned in the future?
That was why Nie Yun had also put the pirates' "spiritual development" on the agenda.
"Everyone! We may be pirates now, but we won't necessarily remain pirates forever. After all, every realm was won by someone! Are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born to their stations?"
By the time everyone left the conference room, something in their eyes had changed.
Flint had always considered himself wildly ambitious and outrageously bold. But compared to Nie Yun's grand aspirations, what had his own amounted to? Being content with a little wealth?
Are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born to their stations?
That... was so fucking well said!
"Don't! Boss, please don't do anything rash!"
"Let go! I'm going to fight those pirates to the death! If we're dying, we're all dying together!"
"Please don't, boss! They've slowed their advance because they're deliberately cutting us apart with a dull knife. They're trying to provoke you. Stay calm! Please don't act rashly!"
After finally restraining Kinlock, who wanted to send out his troops for a decisive battle, Kloros wiped away his cold sweat and hurriedly explained what it meant to lure someone into a trap.
Nie Yun had sent his forces out in four directions and given his subordinates free rein to plunder, leaving only three thousand ships with his main force. It might look like an excellent opportunity to defeat them one by one.
But the pirates were still