The neurotic Kede suddenly let go of Charles's collar, pounced back onto the sea chart, and stared obsessively at the island marked as the Land of Light.
"Sodoma's pirates don't have time for us. Shadow Island has sunk, and right now they're busy looting those refugees wandering the seas looking for new homes."
Charles felt a surge of joy in his heart—this was exactly the information he needed. If things were really as Kede said, then this was a golden opportunity. "Are you telling the truth?"
"I am a follower of the Light God Sect. Why would I lie? Are you in or not? If not, I'll take my own people and go."
"How many exploration ships do you still have?"
"Counting the one you snatched back, there are three in total, but it's fine. I can just sell off all the Light Sect's assets on Coral Island and order all the believers to donate their property. That way, we should be able to gather a few more exploration ships. With this many ships, there's absolutely no problem."
