Free Web NovelChapter 267: Chapter 267: The Pirate A Thousand Miles Away_1
Half an hour later, Aiden sat in his office, picking out the letter that Kael mentioned from the pile that had arrived in the warden’s mailbox.
The white envelope featured a corner adorned with gold powder patterns, while dark red sealing wax embossed with a noble’s coat of arms. Such meticulous touches likely confirmed the theory that the bloodline founder Azrael was of noble descent.
Wearing gloves, Aiden located a letter opener to slice open the envelope and drew out the letter inside.
"To the Warden himself,
Thank you for your assistance this time..."
Aiden’s eyes quickly skimmed past the initial pleasantries and jumped ahead.
Then, his eyes widened in surprise.
"...Having heard descriptions, I surmise the authority you wield belongs to the domain of ’Order’. I presume you have interest in such authorities, and as a token of my gratitude, I can provide some useful information for you."
It seemed from yesterday’s battle with the envoy of Death, Kael, who had arrived at the scene, had somewhat observed the effects of his authority and somehow conveyed it to the founder, who also recognized the authority of "Order" and guessed what Aiden had used right away.
Useful information...
Aiden immediately continued reading—
"The unique authority of Order is a leather-bound blank book known as the ’Wordless Codex’. It once passed through my hands and was last traded by me to a pirate. That pirate later controlled the entire White Gull Sea Region and was revered by all the still-sea pirates as the Pirate King. After his death, the ’Wordless Codex’ changed hands among various pirate factions, and according to my intelligence network, it should now be in the possession of the pirate Navi Drake on Red Shark Island. freёweɓnovel.com
I hope this information proves useful to you, and I look forward to maintaining this mutually beneficial relationship in the future."
The letter was signed by Azrael.
Reading this, Aiden quickly searched his memory for information—controlling the White Gull Sea Region, revered by the still-sea as the Pirate King...
Wasn’t that... Laine Gott, the Pirate King who operated in the still sea between the Northern and Southern Continents five hundred years ago?
Aiden furrowed his brow and pondered for a moment; indeed, the founder had sent over a piece of heavyweight information—the unique authority of "Order" was quite valuable to him now.
The information was likely to be genuine; it was hard to imagine the venerable bloodline founder going to the trouble of contriving a false lead to set him against a mere pirate. If he had any feud with the pirate, simply dispatching a royal from the bloodline would be sufficient to eliminate them.
But, to wrest the unique authority from the hands of a pirate?
The autonomous state was located inland, while Red Shark Island was near the Coral Peninsula on the northern side of the continent, with the entire Dragon Spine Empire between them. The Rose Iron Prison and a pirate gang far on the northern side of the continent were essentially unrelated.
With Aiden’s standing and circumstances, traveling to Red Shark Island to battle pirates for the unique authority was simply unfeasible. Of course, the Empire was also a signatory of The Covenant. Should the pirate leader be captured, the possibility existed that he would be sent to the autonomous state for imprisonment.
However, by the sound of the name, the pirate was likely male, so if imprisoned, he would probably be sent to the Thorn Iron Prison.
Aiden scratched his head; currently, even if he wished to obtain the unique authority, it seemed he had no means to do so... He could only set it aside for now.
He wasn’t in a hurry, anyway; for him, acquiring Godspeak was of far higher priority than obtaining the unique authority. If he couldn’t assimilate the unique authority, it would only serve as an item with special properties.
Melifilia suggested he visit Melissa’s divination shop today, but he had other plans.
In the early hours of the morning, the Witch’s Gathering had delivered a bag of materials directly outside Rose Iron Prison—an astonishingly swift delivery that Aiden surmised must have been aided by Habanis’s flight magic.
Aiden glanced at the clock and stood up, leaving his office.
After receiving the first batch of materials, he immediately arranged for one of the textile workshop’s chambers to use these materials to produce the first batch of test products. Before launching them into the market, he planned to have the inmates of Rose Iron Prison try out the products.
And now, he was on his way to inspect the production progress.
Accompanied by the mercury amalgam golem that had been standing like a sculpture in a corner, he arrived at the textile workshop where the prisoners were at work. After making a round, he finally stopped outside the central textile chamber and peered in through the window.
The jailer on duty in this chamber today was Veronica, who hadn’t worked the day shift for a while, and her partner was Isabella.
At that time, all the inmates in the chamber were engrossed in their work, and no one noticed the face that had appeared outside the window.
Veronica, who was more perceptive, immediately sensed someone outside the chamber.
She glanced at Aiden, her gaze lingering on her superior’s face for a second before quickly returning to the inside of the chamber, only subtly nudging Isabella with her elbow, who had been leaning against the wall and yawning.
Isabella then noticed her supervisor outside the window and straightened up, consciously returning to her post in another corner.
Aiden carefully observed the scene, noting that most were still unfamiliar with producing this new product on the first day, but the progress was, at least, satisfactory.
After a while, Veronica checked the clock and said, "First row."
This was to organize the inmates to go to the restroom in batches. Whenever inmates left their cells, they generally had to report to the jailers no matter where they used the restroom. In the workshop, to save time and manage easily, jailers arranged for the inmates to go to the restroom at a fixed time in batches.
The inmates from the first row of the assembly line stood up and queued up.
Aiden then noticed an inmate in the corner, who took advantage of the moment to pick up the product she was working on and said something across the aisle to Ophelia, seated to her left.
The seating for the inmates’ work was generally fixed. This inmate was the main culprit in a recent fight with Ophelia in the workshop, and from her expression, she seemed to be mocking Ophelia.
Trouble brewing—this was Aiden’s first thought. Clearly, the inmate knew of Ophelia’s situation and was setting a trap for Ophelia. Given Ophelia’s impulsive and irritable nature, a fight was likely to break out on the spot.
Having just had her observation period prematurely ended due to her meritorious deeds, if Ophelia got into another fight so soon, she would immediately revert to that status.
Seeing a surge of anger on Ophelia’s face, he picked up the whistle and put it in his mouth, ready to blow it the moment Ophelia stood up.
However, to his surprise, Ophelia didn’t lunge at the inmate but instead raised a hand and called out to Veronica, "Hey, officer, this bitch is racially provoking me, aren’t you going to do something about it?"
Aiden was taken aback, the whistle in his mouth falling back into his hand.
That Ophelia... she hadn’t resorted to fighting and started playing by the rules?
