Chapter 704: Setting Sail Again

After bidding farewell to Kōsaburō,

Lu En and the other revolutionary army elites retraced their steps back to the harbor shore of Frost Moon Village.

From afar,

Lu En saw the sailboat he had moored at the harbor.

A light sea breeze brushed past.

The ocean current drifted.

Waves crashed against the shore, striking the rocks with crisp, pleasant sounds.

Splash splash!

The current washed over the shore, sending ripples spreading wildly.

The sailboat moored at the shore swayed with the drifting current.

"Little Master, we part ways here."

Luo Mixiong ordered a group of revolutionary army elites to board another merchant ship, then took his leave from Lu En.

"Mm."

Lu En nodded.

Though he was a Marine, he had no intention of capturing the revolutionaries.

Of course.

Even if he wanted to capture the revolutionaries,

don't forget—

the man he was facing right now was Bartholomew Kuma!

A top-tier powerhouse of the sea.

Even top Marine commanders like Aokiji or Huang Yuan would not dare claim they could capture a monster like Kuma.

"It's time for me to go too."

Watching Kuma depart, Lu En stepped onto the sailboat's deck.

When "One-One-Three" was called,

he hoisted the sails.

retracted the anchor,

and set the sailboat sailing toward the endless ocean ahead.

The sailboat cut through the waves, sending ripples spreading outward.

Soon after,

Lu En's sailboat had completely distanced itself from Frost Moon Village's harbor.

The vast Frost Moon Village gradually shrank into a tiny black dot and vanished from his sight.

Steering the sailboat,

he headed toward Windmill Village.

In fact,

Frost Moon Village and Windmill Village could be said to lie on the same continent.

Both Windmill Village and Frost Moon Village fell under the rule of the Goa Kingdom.

The Goa Kingdom was a powerful nation occupying this continent, ruling over tens of thousands of li of territory, with countless villages large and small within its domain.

Windmill Village was under the rule of the Goa Kingdom, though located in a remote region.

Therefore,

although Windmill Village was officially part of the Goa Kingdom's territory, the kingdom's authority could not reach it, nor did it have time to care for such a small village.

Frost Moon Village was likely the same.

Both villages, situated in remote areas, avoided Goa Kingdom rule, yet also received no protection from its soldiers.

Officially classified as part of the Goa Kingdom's territory, in reality, the royal family may never have even noticed these two tiny villages.

Frost Moon Village lay in the southern sea region of the Goa Kingdom, while Windmill Village was situated in the remote southeastern reaches.

In short,

Lu En did not need to sail; he could simply cross the entire Goa Kingdom, traverse countless cities and villages, and still reach Windmill Village.

Of course,

such a journey might take no less than half a month.

He would have to detour around a huge arc, crossing countless cities and villages, and even a conservative estimate would require at least half a month.

If his estimate was wrong…

the time would be even longer.

Conversely,

if Lu En sailed from Frost Moon Village's harbor eastward, he could reach Windmill Village in roughly one day.

That's the difference!

And it's the main reason Lu En chose to return to Windmill Village by sea.

Half a month versus one day…

The time gap was enormous.

Lu En had no intention of wasting so much time.

"Windmill Village…"

"I'm coming back!"

Steering the sailboat, he felt deeply eager and excited.

His heart raced homeward like an arrow.

After more than a year,

he was finally returning to Windmill Village again!

He wondered how the villagers had fared over the past year.

Had bandits appeared?

Carrying countless thoughts within him, Lu En's sailboat gradually vanished into this stretch of sea.

On the other side.

Watching the silhouette of Lu En's sailboat depart, Xiong, the leader of this Yuhai Army cargo transport team, slowly retracted his gaze.

Beside him,

several elite revolutionaries exclaimed: "If the young master would join our revolution, our revolution would be like a tiger gaining wings!"

"Too bad the young master's grandfather is far too tyrannical."

"Come to think of it…"

"The young master's strength far exceeds what I imagined!"

"I never expected that even Xiong Mr. at full power couldn't overcome the young master. Such immense strength is unimaginable in a five-year-old boy."

"The young master truly deserves to be called a once-in-a-century prodigy! A legendary monster!"

Hearing the revolutionaries' remarks,

Xiong felt the same awe.

Lu En's terrifying talent, after this encounter, had deeply impressed him.

No one had ever possessed talent as terrifying as the young master, Lu En!

"No wonder…"

"he could defeat a pirate of Bai Huzi's caliber."

"With the young master's astonishing talent, in just two more years, there may be no one left on this sea who could stand as his rival."

"In a few years, the young master will still be only seven or eight years old—not yet ten."

"By then, the young master may already possess the very strongest power on this sea!"

Xiong's eyes glazed over, filled with profound emotion.

He had a feeling.

The young master…

would surely break the record for the youngest Admiral in Navy history!

Become the youngest Admiral ever!

"An Admiral under ten years old?"

"The young master's talent is too extraordinary, too astonishing."

"Truly unimaginable."

"For this sea to produce a monster like the young master is unprecedented—never before, and never again."

Xiong thought.

Thinking of the Navy, he couldn't help but recall a Navy operation.

A plan centered entirely around him!

A plan known only to the revolution's leader, Long, and himself.

Even veteran revolutionaries like Yiwankou did not know its core.

"The Seven Warlords of the Sea?"

For a moment, Xiong's mind raced wildly…

……

Time slipped by.

In the blink of an eye,

half a day had passed.

On the horizon,

the blazing sun had risen to the center of the sky.

The golden halo scattered downward, blindingly bright.

Carrying an intensely hot aura.

Across the entire sea, the surface shimmered with dazzling golden sunlight, like a sea of gold.

A gentle sea breeze brushed by.

Waves drifted.

The calm sea rippled with soft waves.

A small sailboat rested motionless in this stretch of sea.

Upon closer inspection,

there was not a single soul aboard.