I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 493 - 293: He Even Owes Us Thanks

Change has always been born from oppression and exploitation.

As a member of the class of exploiters and oppressors, Chelegen clearly knew what kind of days the slaves and commoners in the Mire of Decay were living.

Therefore, Chelegen always had a long-cherished wish, which was to change all of this.

However, in this world where strength is paramount, wanting to change these things is too difficult.

Only those who are strong enough can cross high walls, break the old order, and recast the rules.

Although Chelegen was always clear-headed in the past, he also knew how difficult the path he wanted to take was.

This could be seen from how he was trapped in the Apostle Tier for many years.

Just the prison of his family almost trapped him.

But fortunately, the appearance of Rogel and the Master of the Black Tide seemed like a powerful hand that suddenly appeared, tore apart his cage, and pointed him in the right direction.

Thus, Chelegen is now extremely determined.

The rise of Black Tide City is already a foreseeable dawn.

But this is not enough; he wants to spread this dawn across the entire Mire of Decay... and even more!

Rogel also saw his intentions.

"Now is not the time."

"Chelegen, wait for the time when the Black Tide surges."

Naturally, the Mire of Decay must be controlled.

But Black Tide City is not yet fully formed, and rash expansion would bring unbearable consequences.

Rogel also temporarily does not have time to spare.

However, Chelegen also understands this point clearly.

Today, he just wanted to get a definitive word from the mouth of the Master of the Black Tide.

"Yes, I understand."

"By the way, besides that, I have one more thing to report to you."

Chelegen said.

What Chelegen wanted to say was naturally about the "Swamp Demon" Finmage, which was one of the purposes of his trip.

In fact, the poor Finmage had prayed to Rogel many times.

But Rogel had been busy recently and had no time to pay attention to him.

Helpless, Finmage did not choose to give up.

Because after he witnessed the situation of Black Tide City, he realized how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

Such a powerful existence, what could they want from a pirate like him?

Even if there were some deeper purposes, it had little to do with him, and it did not hinder his current promotion.

So Finmage still placed his hopes on the Master of the Black Tide.

However, since the Master of the Black Tide did not grant him a response, he could only seek another path.

Chelegen was naturally the method he thought of.

"A relatively famous pirate in the Mire of Decay, Finmage, wishes to see you."

"This person has considerable fame and connections in the pirate circles of the Mire of Decay."

After saying these two sentences, Chelegen did not say more.

Finmage had given him many benefits, all for the purpose of letting him speak a few good words in front of the Master of the Black Tide, and he accepted them all.

Anyway, Black Tide City also lacked materials now, so why not take them.

Of course, he reported the situation truthfully and did not exaggerate. Finmage indeed had some fame and connections, and might be a good target for recruiting by the Master of the Black Tide, so from this point of view, he had to report to the Master of the Black Tide.

After all, the Master of the Black Tide is powerful, and his ideals could be strongly supported.

This point was very clear in Chelegen’s mind.

However, to make him say more, Chelegen couldn’t do it.

He originally did not plan to sincerely handle matters for Finmage, and if the latter wasn’t indeed a bit useful, he wouldn’t bother mentioning him.

He had no goodwill towards these pirates.

"There’s no need."

Rogel said plainly, then granted Chelegen a bottle of Magic Potion and some books.

"These are the things he wants."

"Black Tide City still lacks much, don’t give them to him easily, understand?"

Chelegen’s eyes brightened upon hearing these words.

He was very clever, and he understood the meaning of the Master of the Black Tide’s words very well.

Finmage was in need of others, and now he possessed the Magic Potion granted by the Master of the Black Tide... to put it bluntly, he could make him do anything.

Swamp Demon Finmage = excellent labor force!

This couldn’t but make him contribute heavily to Black Tide City!

And he would do so without a single complaint, can you believe it?

The Master of the Black Tide, you have truly thought this through thoroughly!

With a touch of admiration in his eyes, Chelegen respectfully saluted, saying:

"I shall follow your will!"

Afterward, Chelegen slowly withdrew.

Not long after, he returned to Black Tide City.

After putting the Black Tide Mark into the chest pocket of his robe, Chelegen arrived below the fortress.

At this moment, Finmage was waiting somewhat anxiously.

Seeing Chelegen’s arrival, Finmage’s face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly greeted him.

"City Lord Chelegen."

He then looked at him with some nervousness and anticipation.

Chelegen nodded calmly and started chatting with him casually.

A while later, seeing that he was about to speak but hesitated, Chelegen smiled inwardly and said, "Don’t worry, the Master of the Black Tide’s heart is as vast as the sea. How could he be angry because of your slight offense?"

Hearing this, Finmage breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next words of Chelegen made him silent and hurt.

"He just doesn’t have the time to pay attention to your prayers."

Sneer!

It was as if a knife had stabbed into his heart.

Finmage: "..."

He had always thought the Master of the Black Tide was dissatisfied because of his offensive act of discarding the Mark.

But now it seemed he simply didn’t have the time to notice him... He was just being delusional.

... Once, I had a great opportunity that fell from the sky, but I didn’t seize it...

Damn it, how I regret it!