Chapter 26: Silver Dollars Pave the Way
In the following days, Dastan Lengyan estimated the exact sovereign weight of the cargo and calculated how much could be given away.
If Dacus gave away some of his wealth, the rest would be made up from his share. Dastan Lengyan also made it clear that he could give up all the profits from this voyage.
Dacus agreed. He didn't really need Sovereign at the moment, so he could ask his cousin for it if necessary. He wanted to ensure the interests of all the Duruchi on the ship, so he couldn't deduct from their share.
Would you rather give it to a friendly country than to a domestic slave? Stop joking, everyone is still waiting for Sovereign to be cooked.
The sovereign is the currency of Druki. The coin is a dark reddish-gold color, and the outer ring is engraved with the emblems of Cairne, the Bloody Hand, Erth-Haiai, the Pale Queen, Asati, the Goddess of Desire, and Anes-Lema, the Goddess of the Wild Hunt. These represent the Season of Blood, the Season of Despair, the Season of Depravity, and the Season of Wildness, the four seasons of the Druki year. The inner ring bears the image of Malekith, the Witch King, while the reverse features an image of his father, Aenarion, slaying demons. As for the silver and copper coins, Dakwus had never seen them in his life and had no idea what they looked like, nor did he need to know.
Daxus continued with his life, cooking different kinds of food every day, practicing his martial arts and archery skills, and when he had nothing to do, he would go to Chupakoko to chat and tease him.
As expected of a tamer, Kalyon took very good care of Chupakoko, so much so that Kalyon complained to Daquus several times, saying that Chupakoko took his things when he was sleeping or when he was not paying attention. Once, he even took out his whip and played with it, swinging it around in the cabin. Daquus could only smile helplessly when he heard it.
One day, Dacuus went to see Chupakoko again and saw him sticking his head out of the porthole. Kallion was sitting in a chair, bored.
Seeing Daquus come in, Kallion immediately stood up and saluted, then carefully exited the cabin, sticking to the edge. He didn't want to know so many things he shouldn't know. He still wanted to live a good life.
"Want to go back to Hexota?"
Chupakoko knew that Darkus had come in and retracted his head.
"Yes, I miss Lord Mazdamundi. He must miss me terribly and the dried insects I prepared for him."
"He doesn't sleep? He misses you every day? Have some confidence, bro."
Chupakoko's head and pupils moved every frame, as if he was thinking.
"Pichipichi, my good brother will definitely miss me."
Darkius continued to tease him, "Ah~ If I were Pichipochi, I'd miss you so much too. I'd wish you'd never come back so I could rule Hexota all by myself."
Chupakoko's defense was broken, and he jumped up and down: "You are talking nonsense! Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"So, you're not an aquatic species? Or why don't you swim back now?"
"Are you kidding me?"
Dacus spread his hands and said with a teasing smile, "Were you reading astrology just now?"
"Yes, I am reading astrology. There is no Skink who can read astrology better than me."
What kind of stars are you taking in the broad daylight?
"Isn't Taito Ikao even capable of taking it?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Chupakoko was completely stunned.
"You know us well?"
"Yes, there is no one who knows your Duruchi better than me."
Darkius continued, "You may not be able to return for a while. I have no plans to go to Lustria at the moment. You have to stay with me for a while. You have to correct your bad behavior. I won't care if you get chopped off."
The ship sailed for another two months, with the family flag of Hell's Disaster hung on the mast and bow, and from time to time, returning Duruchi ships could be seen.
We sailed to a small port on the outskirts of Hanxin Sea. This port was very secluded, with a mix of Duruchi-style taverns and steeples. Several large and small ships were anchored in the port, each with a story.
Dacus wanted to hear their story. The ship stopped at the port, the small boat was lowered, and Ryan led several soldiers into the port holding the family flag. After a while, several small boats followed.
The deck was cleared, with two tables and chairs set up, each with drinks on it, one for the guests and one for Dacus himself.
Daxus was now reclining in a chair, with Takia's siblings and Dastan Lengyan standing two swords behind him, responsible for keeping watch. He didn't know much about heraldry and other things, so he wouldn't be fooled.
Franais was able to stand and move around again.
Ryan came on board and introduced the first guest of the day.
The tea party began.
Dacus stood up to show respect and then began to introduce each other.
"Lecky Gorad, salute to the Hellblight family."
This surname sounds like an old and powerful one.
"Darkius Hellbane, how can I help you?"
Leitch then talked on and on for a long time, which made Dacus doubt his life. He turned around and looked at his own people. They had calm faces and nodded in agreement from time to time.
Dacuus learned that the Gorad family was a powerful family in Har Gansi, his father was a dread lord, and he was the eighth child in the family.
Today he finally got a glimpse of the style of these Druchi dignitaries. No wonder a meeting could last for three months. They were really good at talking nonsense.
Out of courtesy, Dacus could not interrupt him and could only continue to be tortured.
After talking for almost an hour, Ryan, who was standing behind him, began to wink at Leitch. Leitch took a look and seemed to understand.
"Sir, my ship ran into some problems after leaving the Frost Heart Sea. I need some money to report back."
Dacus probably didn't indulge him and asked directly, "What can I gain?"
"The friendship of the Gollard family!"
"Get out of here!" Dacus wanted to tell him to get out after hearing this. He turned around and glared at Ryan fiercely. Several dignitaries behind him also looked at Ryan after hearing this, which meant, who are you looking for?
Dacus paused and said, "Can you be more specific?"
Leitch thought for a long time without saying anything, and the atmosphere became cold.
Dacun picked up the wine glass and ordered everyone to leave.
Reluctant to give in, Laiqi tried to struggle a bit, pulled out a ring from his bosom, placed it on his palm, and said through gritted teeth, "This is the Kotek Ring!"
Dastan Lengyan couldn't help but said, "Impossible! How could that thing be in your hand?"
Alyssa whispered, "Korthek is a priest of Val. He forged the Witch King's Midnight Armor."
Darkius also remembered who Korthek was, a renegade priest of the Vaal. Malekith provided him with the knowledge of dwarven rune magic, and he combined rune magic with black magic. He was then discovered and defected to Nagarythe to seek refuge.
At that time, Malekith walked into the Holy Fire of Asuryan and prepared to become the next Phoenix King. As a result, he was roasted into spicy black pepper chicken shreds in the holy fire. He struggled to crawl out. His mother Morathi used black magic to keep him alive. After returning to Nagaryath, the elven civil war broke out.
Kothek used the Hammer of Vaal to forge a suit of armor for Malekith. Kothek fused his newly forged armor directly to Malekith's body. Pain and anger ignited Malekith's will, supporting the pain he endured for so many long years, and the burning would never stop.
Later, Korthek crafted numerous weapons and equipment for Malekith. Though a traitor and apostate, he was no fool. Knowing he lived under Malekith's capriciousness and uncertainty, he forged a arsenal for himself. Ultimately, Korthek died not at the hands of Malekith, but rather through poisoning by Morathi. The contents of the arsenal were then divided and their whereabouts remain unknown.
These are all old stories from almost five thousand years ago. This ring is made of obsidian and black diamond. Wearing this ring has the effect of magic defense and deflection. For example, shooting magic attacks like the Amber Spear will be deflected with a high probability when worn.
Daxus became interested. This ring would be of great use in the Druki society.
Alyssa walked over, took the ring in her hand and examined it, then nodded to Darkus for confirmation.
"How do you say that?"
"I hope to mortgage it for a hundred years in exchange for some goods."
Darkius snapped his fingers.
"arrange!"
One more chapter and this journey will be over.
There may not be any in the evening, I have to go and translate MIXU into Chinese.
