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They looked at each other, then burst into laughter. The laughter was hearty and unrestrained, as if the previous tension had never existed.

“Alonso Harron! A newly promoted Saint Magister. Perhaps you haven’t heard of me,” Alonso said, straightening his back with pride.

The blindfolded old man nodded, slowly put down his glass, and said in a deep voice, “McCarthy Dodorul.”

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Alonso looked surprised and asked, astonished, “McCarthy, the Heaven's Eye Sword Saint who slew the Southeast Guardian Sword Saint twenty years ago!”

The blindfolded old man nodded slightly, his expression calm, as if that glorious past was nothing more than a fleeting cloud to him.

Soren's eyes also lit up, his heart full of joy.

“This time, it really was a misunderstanding! I apologize to you both on behalf of my subordinates. Please, Master, release my subordinate.” Soren finished speaking, his expression sincere, and quickly presented several beautifully packaged brandies with both hands as an apology.

Alonso said, “Old blind man, give him some face. I’ll say hello in the future and won’t let anyone disturb you again.”

Soren's lips twitched as he listened, inwardly muttering: Does Heaven's Eye represent a blind man? This title is too outrageous.

McCarthy didn't seem to mind Alonso's address and waved to Merulan. Merulan immediately understood.

She turned around and quickly went to bring Countess Fiana out.

When Countess Fiana came out of the lighthouse, she found the sunlight somewhat dazzling. She narrowed her eyes and saw Soren standing to one side, while the two old men were chatting happily, which made her heart tighten. Her gaze lingered on the two old men for a moment, and she already had a judgment in her mind.

If she wasn't mistaken, both of these old men should be Saint-level experts.

She, who originally thought she was doomed, didn't expect that His Highness the Crown Prince would actually mobilize Saint-level experts to save her.

And they came so quickly, filling her heart with gratitude.

“Your Highness! Your subordinate has caused you trouble.” Countess Fiana quickly walked to Soren and lowered her head, her voice slightly trembling and her eyes slightly red.

Soren waved his hand and said, “It's good that you're alright. I was frightened when I heard you were in danger. My plans in the Northwest cannot do without your assistance.”

Countess Fiana's eyes turned completely red, and tears welled up in her eyes. She forcibly restrained herself from letting the tears fall.

Her voice choked as she said, “Your Highness, it's all your subordinate's fault for causing you worry.”

Soren asked, “Master McCarthy, I will be vigorously developing the Port of Tulus for a long time to come.

Since you are residing in the Port of Tulus, I wonder if there is anything I need to pay attention to, so as not to disturb you.”

Soren's tone was extremely sincere, his posture very low, and his face was respectful.

Soren's politeness made McCarthy very pleased.

This was the treatment Saint-level experts received in the Empire.

Except for the Emperor, everyone else had to show respect to them as juniors.

McCarthy thought for a moment and then asked, “Your Highness, I wonder what you want to do?”

Soren answered without hesitation, “Expand the port, build shipyards, and also build salt farms.”

McCarthy's eyes lit up, and he began to ponder. His mind quickly considered the potential impact and changes these plans might bring.

Merulan, on the other hand, revealed a look of hope. She was a native of the Port of Tulus and was full of affection for this land. She naturally hoped that the Port of Tulus could develop and escape its current poverty and backwardness.

“Your Highness, are you going to build a navy?” McCarthy asked cautiously. After all, his wife was the Empire's famous Pirate Queen, and he had to deal with it carefully.

Soren nodded.

“I wonder what Your Highness plans to do with the navy? Suppress pirates?” McCarthy suddenly had the idea of going to sea. Since he couldn't wait for her to return, why not actively look for her? His eyes revealed a hint of eagerness and anticipation.

Soren said, “Both, and there are even more resources that can be developed at sea.”

McCarthy nodded. He naturally knew this. Facing the behemoth that was the Empire, plundering the Empire's coast was indeed a thankless task, and it was very likely that they would be counter-killed by the Empire's army.

On the contrary, they were more likely to plunder the natives of the islands at sea, or collect certain precious resources at sea.

It would be better to call them maritime adventurers than pirates.

They were looking for wealth and opportunities at sea, while also facing endless dangers and unknowns.

“Your Highness, I have a request.” McCarthy said, his expression slightly nervous, as if worried that his request would be rejected.

“Master, please speak.” Soren responded, with a gentle smile on his face, signaling McCarthy to speak boldly.

“If the shipyard is built in the future, can you give me a warship?” McCarthy mustered his courage and said his request.

Alonso raised an eyebrow and said, “You really dare to ask.” His tone contained a hint of surprise and dissatisfaction. After all, the cost of a warship ranged from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of gold coins, which was not a small amount.

Soren pondered for a moment, then said, “Yes, but I have conditions.” His expression became serious,

staring intently at McCarthy.

McCarthy asked, “Tell me.” His heart was both expectant and somewhat apprehensive.

Soren said, “Master must guard the Northwestern provinces for five years. Any foreign Saint-level experts who appear in the Northwestern provinces need you to cooperate with my great-grandmother to kill them.”

McCarthy immediately understood Soren's meaning, which should be referring to the Saint-level expert battle that broke out in Fuljia City some time ago. The impact of that battle was quite significant, and it also made Soren realize the weakness of the Northwestern provinces' defense when facing powerful foreign enemies.

“I will not take action at other times.” McCarthy said solemnly. He understood the scope of his responsibilities and did not want to be too involved in unnecessary disputes.

Soren nodded, indicating his understanding and approval.

“Good!”

The two sides quickly reached an agreement, and satisfied smiles appeared on their faces.

In the following time, they chatted happily, from the development plans of the Northwestern provinces to the various wonderful adventures at sea, and then to their respective experiences and insights.

It wasn't until dusk, when the sky was dyed red by the gorgeous sunset, that Soren left the Port of Tulus with his men.

“Countess Fiana.” Soren said, “You also heard just now that the priority now is to expand the port and select the shipyard location. I will send someone else to do the salt farm.”

“Yes! Your Highness.” Countess Fiana responded respectfully, her eyes firm, and she had already begun to think about how to complete the task efficiently.