"One more thing, Captain. Have you thought of your title yet?"
Anderson asked.
Joking aside, he was well aware of how valuable the Blasphemy Card was.
Gascoigne wouldn't easily hand it over to him.
He struggled hard to control his restless heart, preventing himself from transforming from first mate into a herded lamb.
At least the "Iron-blooded Knight" formula has prospects now...
He tried hard to think on the bright side.
"Title?"
"Yeah, now that you're a pirate, you can't go without a resounding title."
Anderson said.
"You're a dignified demigod. Even 'Admiral' wouldn't be worthy of you.
You start at the level of Sea King. Best to think of an impressive name that makes people afraid just hearing it."
He was truly dedicated.
After transforming into a pirate, he immediately shifted his mindset and enthusiastically introduced the idea to Silas.
"Look, the current four Kings: the King of Immortality, Queen Mystic, King of the Five Seas, and well... anyway, each of their titles resounds across all five seas, sounding like powerhouses.
Since we've already openly confronted the royal family, we can't lose to them in this aspect!"
You missed the King of the Black Throne...
Silas thought silently, then nodded.
Indeed, as he said, it was time to give himself a title.
What would be good?
He contemplated for a moment, looking down at his blood-red robe.
"Then let's keep it simple. How about Scarlet King?"
(/n: Scarlet King or Blood King)
Since the masses had already dubbed him [Blood Reverend], he figured he might as well go with the flow and cement the impression.
The more he thought about it, the more the name grew on him, and by the end he decided firmly: "Scarlet King it is."
"Scarlet King? Perfect name, Captain! Absolutely fitting!"
Anderson immediately praised him, though whether it was genuine or just flattery aimed at the "Blasphemy Card" remained unclear.
"Then from today on, our pirate crew are the subordinates of the Scarlet King!
Hmm... For the Scarlet King, the current ship paint job isn't quite suitable.
We need to change the sails to blood red. As for the specific design..."
While thinking, he excitedly rushed out of the captain's cabin, starting to call the sailors and search for paint, apparently planning to redesign the sails with an image befitting the pirate crew's title.
Before long, the captain's cabin shook—they must be changing course for Oravi Island.
"Bang!"
A collision echoed across the deck as Anderson, who had just climbed onto the rigging, slammed into the mast.
He wasn't seriously hurt, but he unleashed a string of curses at the helmsman with full gusto.
The former navy helmsman wasn't about to let him off easy, shouting back in a hoarse voice.
"Bastard, are you trying to kill me?"
"You're the bastard! What kind of proper first mate climbs the sails like that?"
"Hahaha! Good one!"
Below, the sailors hooted and jeered, laughing crudely at the spectacle.
"Really loves making a fuss…"
Silas shook his head.
In this atmosphere, he no longer had the mood to continue reading those legendary texts from the Mythical Era.
Moreover, Medici wasn't very cooperative either, shrinking into a corner silently.
Taking out his pocket watch for a glance, the time was already approaching two o'clock.
Today was Monday. A new week's Tarot Club was about to begin.
So he told others not to disturb him, then closed the captain's cabin door.
Several days had passed since the battle on Toscarter Island, and he still hadn't sorted through his gains from that time.
Silas pulled out a peculiar object from his chest.
This thing was wrapped in walls of spirituality, about fist-sized overall, shaped like a heart but covered with grayish-white folds like a brain.
On each fold were many strange symbolic signs and patterns.
These symbols and patterns extended in layers, connecting with the surrounding environment as if communicating with some invisible world.
The Beyonder characteristic of Sequence 4 "Manipulator" of the Spectator pathway!
This was the most valuable item Silas had harvested from that battle, extracted from the dead [Gluttony].
Silas frowned at this Beyonder characteristic.
Initially, he'd tried to herd [Gluttony], but had sensed the hidden danger within.
Someone in the shadows was pushing him, having [Gluttony] deliver himself to become his lamb. So not herding was the best choice.
Had this been tampered with?
Silas carefully examined this "heart," but couldn't detect any clues.
I wonder if making it into a mystical item would still leave a mark... he thought silently, putting the Beyonder characteristic away.
As for other gains, by comparison they weren't worth much.
Silas looked down at a corner of the room.
Two chests were stacked there, filled with gold coins, gold jewelry, cash, bills of exchange and such.
These had previously belonged to Toscarter Island's chief affairs officer and [Gluttony's] trading company, but had now all been robbed by Silas.
Half of them had been handed over to Anderson and scattered to the locals, while the rest he'd hauled onto the ship.
As for the total value, he hadn't estimated it yet. Probably more than his current cash holdings.
"Yawn..."
A soft cushion was spread over the two chests, and the black cat Luna was comfortably lying on top, yawning.
For some reason, it insisted on staying on these two chests.
Silas withdrew his gaze.
Besides heading to Oravi Island, what else needed to be done?
First and foremost, he had to play the part of the "Black Knight."
But how exactly should he act this role?
The potion's name was simple enough, a color paired with a profession, but when combined with the newly acquired Beyonder abilities, it might hold some hidden clues.
Black was the black of corruption. Knight was the guardian and warrior.
Black Knight, in other words, one who guards corruption and fights to spread corruption.
This was Silas's current basic understanding.
In fact, he'd already made some basic attempts.
For instance, at the port he'd polluted those pirates' shadows, causing them to fall into corruption.
The potion had responded accordingly, digesting slightly.
Probably because the pirates were basically ordinary people or low-sequence, the degree of digestion wasn't obvious.
If he could cause a Sea King or multiple pirate admirals to fall into corruption, perhaps digestion would accelerate greatly.
Pirate admirals... Right, Vice Admiral of Ailment!
That person seemed to be a force of the Demoness Sect.
In the process of going to Oravi Island, perhaps he could also inquire about her whereabouts, kill and herd her to find clues about those Demonesses...
Those guys still owe me many lives.
Silas's expression became somewhat colder.
Besides that, there was the key to the "Black Throne."
That ghost ship from the Solomon Empire would certainly be more suitable as his flagship.
This "Doe" was just temporary for now.
Silas continued contemplating like this until the time approached three in the afternoon, when he summoned M and had her create a virtual personality to ascend above the gray fog.