A few more days passed, and things in the Warm Winter Sea had settled down.
All the indigenous people flew away aboard their newly built Fire Worship Cult ships, forming a sprawling fleet in the air. Black smoke from the burning ships obscured a vast stretch of sky.
The indigenous people had bought a large portion of their shipbuilding supplies from the Treasure Ship, mainly lumber. Importing it from Green Island was ridiculously cheap, so Yang Yi had made another small profit, adding quite a few scorched-smelling Conch Coins to his pockets. The indigenous people had most likely looted them from Ice Nest Cult churches or elsewhere.
Yang Yi silently watched them leave.
With his status as a Fire Bearer, the transactions had gone smoothly. After all, the "flames" on this ship were already fierce enough, and these believers did not think themselves worthy of adding any more fuel.
"Believing in the Scorched God lets you not only learn some magic, but even master shipbuilding without a teacher...?"
Yang Yi mused inwardly, reaching for the "white scepter" standing beside him. The flames on his body immediately died out, and he returned to human form.
Then he took out the golden hourglass. The sand inside had already filled it a third of the way.
Since Yang Yi had required every Fire Worship Cult believer to spend money on a piece of wood he had "blessed," he had traded with almost every one of them, accumulating this much.
But it was still only a third full, and some of that had come from trades with players. No wonder those Golden Merchants traveled the seas looking for people to trade with. If they stayed in one place for too long and ran out of new customers, the "value" generated by trading would drop