The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 174 - 8 Ambition

Chapter 174: Chapter 8: Ambition

Chapter 174 -8: Ambition

Footsteps finally echoed, and emerging from behind the sturdy man with whiskers was a slightly hunched old man. His ruddy white complexion indicated that his physical condition was no less than that of the muscular man walking ahead of him. His eyes, which alternately opened and closed, seemed to lack vitality; however, if you observed carefully, you could recognize the fleeting glint in the old man’s deep-set eyes, paired with his weathered exterior, that sufficiently proved his identity.

“Mr. Gote? I’ve long admired your esteemed reputation.” Facing this pirate king who had roamed the Nether Sea for decades, Komer suddenly felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if he was looking at a reflection of himself in a few decades.

That weather-beaten gaze seemed to record the tumultuous events he had endured over the past decades. Taking a deep breath and standing up, Komer stepped forward, “Meeting you today has unexpectedly filled me with profound sentiment.”

“Oh? Lord, Gote is somewhat perplexed to be held in such high regard by you.” The glistening glance that swept over Komer’s entire body was as fluid as seawater, and the aura exuding from the seasoned pirate leader was unfathomably deep, a feeling Komer found hard to accept.

“Mr. Gote, the fact that you have led the Gray Skull from obscurity to its present status commands my utmost respect. Although our paths differ, the leading figures in any field are never a result of mere luck. The trials and tribulations along the way can perhaps only be fully appreciated by the individuals themselves. However, I did not expect Mr. Gote to achieve what you have as a one-legged man, which is truly an admirable feat.”

The sincere expression on Komer’s face was devoid of any pretense, which mixed surprise with a hint of pride and self-satisfaction in the old man’s reaction.

“I did not expect that the few secrets Gote had have been discovered by you, Lord. It seems the Mirror of Thousand Miles is indeed more effective than I had imagined.” The old pirate’s witty remark instantly narrowed the distance between them, and even Komer felt the atmosphere relax considerably.

The whiskered man, after showing the elder into the room, tactfully took his leave, knowing that if his leader made an exceptional visit to the Continent today, it naturally had to do with the Mirror of Thousand Miles he had sent back. Before presenting it, Kudan had already tried it out, and the sensation of having the world at one’s glance was beyond ordinary comprehension.

As an elite among the pirates, he was well aware of the enormous military value of this device, especially at sea. To discover an enemy or a target even a few minutes before they do was already miraculous, but with this device in hand, one could spot enemy forces and targets at least half an hour in advance, and sometimes, under special circumstances, even hours beforehand.

And what could one achieve within those crucial hours, going from prepared to unprepared? How utterly exhilarating would that be?

It was as if the lookout’s vision had expanded countless times over. He could even imagine the level of excitement the leader must have felt upon receiving this prized instrument. No wonder the leader broke a twenty-year precedent to come to the Continent and meet the remarkable individual who recreated the Mirror of Thousand Miles.

However, along with the Mirror of Thousand Miles, Kudan also received an invoice demanding payment, with just the material costs amounting to 30,000 gold shields, and the processing fees rising to an even steeper 50,000 gold shields. Although the Gray Skull was not short of money, the hefty expense was still a shock to Kudan.

Despite the seller’s price appearing non-negotiable, fortunately, Kudan knew that for their organization, the value of such a treasure could not be measured in money, and he graciously accepted the quoted price. Moreover, he immediately agreed to order ten more on behalf of the organization, only to be politely declined due to lack of materials and time.

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“Lord, I must confess, I am quite satisfied with your creation. However, for our entire organization, a single item is but a drop in the ocean and insufficient for our needs. If you could spare the time and effort to produce more than ten, Gote is willing to pay any price to purchase them,” he said.

Gote certainly knew that such magic equipment was not something any ordinary person could make. Although he was not versed in magic, his long-standing interactions with all kinds of people and exposure to numerous rare treasures meant the intense aura of magic breath in the Mirror of Thousand Miles couldn’t escape his notice, and the unmasked production method easily revealed to Gote that he had obtained an authentic new piece.

Especially the clarity, which left Gote itching for more after his trial, made him almost want to sleep with it on his belt.

In the daytime, a simple glance from the window would reveal every detail of the sentry stations quite clearly. Gote even caught his cook in the act of dalliance with a maid behind the sandwich wall. The normally modest maid’s pale assets were frantically bouncing before his very eyes, stirring even the long-disinterested Gote with a feeling of dry-mouthed, wavering temptation.

He was well aware that such treasures could only be crafted by the owner’s boastful creator and that if someone else could make them, Kudan would likely have brought it up during the negotiation for building the dockyard in Mattdam. However, to expect the Lord himself to personally make ten more was something Gote was unsure about.

“Mr. Gote, you probably know that it took me two months to complete this, and you seem to be unable to understand the effort that entails. Ten? Are you suggesting I continue for another two years to meet your needs? Oh, that would be a nightmare; I cannot fulfill your request,” he said.