Looking at Ephraim, who appeared indifferent, his brows wrinkled slightly. He seemed both wise and almost demonic.
He had repeatedly confirmed many times from the composition of Ephraim's bloodline factors that Ephraim was purely human, with no hybrid traits from any other race. And his force was not strong. As long as Dylan was willing, he could listen to his "voice" without any restrictions.
Although their names were very similar, he truly had nothing to do with "Im".
"No need to be surprised, this is a summary of our wisdom over the ages. It is also based on the judgment of aggregating external information."
Every once in a while, the "Black Flag Army" would send people back to the Balchico Islands to convey what they had seen and heard, as well as all the changes in the world.
"I do have this idea," Dylan said as he sat opposite him. "But it's just part of my plan. You also mentioned it..."
Dylan smiled and looked at the old man with wrinkled skin in front of him. "Even if you are willing, you are only one of the 'supervisors'. Therefore, this matter still needs to follow your own will and choice."
Ephraim's dry palm rested on his crutch. He gently turned the crutch and, after a moment, said, "The Balchico Islands are vast, and we have lived here for nearly a thousand years, so we are actually used to them."
"Our goal is to bring order to the world, not to rule it." Ephraim's dry lips raised slightly. "Alex sent people to visit your country, Greenbit, and Girona. Those places are good. You have a strong enough force and a complete enough system to make this happen."
"Doesn't it conflict with your ideas?" Dylan asked.
Ephraim shook his head. "The ultimate goal of philosophy is to realize a certain vision. Maybe our paths are different, but I believe that we all reach the same goal. This is why we are willing to become 'supervisors'."
"Um..."
Dylan glanced around at the core members of the Balchico Islands who had clearly heard the conversation between the two. Standing up, Dylan greeted everyone slightly. "Thank you for everything you have done for this world."
After sitting down again, Dylan smiled at Ephraim. "You should send people out occasionally. Otherwise, it will be bad for future generations."
"Um?" Ephraim didn't understand what Dylan meant.
"If hundreds of years of intermarriage are all carried out among these tens of thousands of people, there will be many hidden dangers. Even if you return to the Balchico Islands in the future, you will have to let young people go out for a walk from time to time. Otherwise, there will be problems with the children born. There will be more and more."
There was a hint of contemplation in the old man's expression. According to records, this problem was indeed becoming more and more obvious.
"It is indeed caused by intermarriage."
"There is no doubt that after the war is over, the first thing to do is to take in some homeless women and children to dilute your increasingly deformed bloodline."
"I understand. Then in the future, we will also send people to the sea to adopt orphans."
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Sky Island.
"Lord Thor," Gan Fall stood under the temple and looked up at Dylan above. Dylan sat above the temple.
This place...
With a very unique meaning, Dylan did not completely change it. So far, the people of Sky Island still called him "God".
"I have moved Sky Island a certain distance. From now on, no one from Blue Sea will come here through the 'upward current'."
Gan Fall stood below with his hands hanging down. "But that's only under normal circumstances, and it's only for ordinary people. To ensure that this place will not be attacked by strong enemies, I will leave a few special things inside the temple."
"Once you are attacked by an irresistible external force, there will be channels for external help and methods that can give you the strength to resist."
"Gan Fall."
"Yes."
"In a while, I will leave this world temporarily, but I will come back again later. Remember the mission I left for 'Sky Island'."
"Yes. We will fulfill our role as a 'lighthouse'. Once Blue Sea falls into unstoppable war and chaos, we will light up the 'signal'."
Dylan stood up and looked at the historical text that recorded the message "Poseidon" in the center of the temple.
"You are just one of them. You are watching Blue Sea, and others are also watching you."
"Yes."
When Gan Fall looked up, Dylan had disappeared.
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G-5.
When Dylan returned to the office, he found a familiar figure with a lazy expression slumped on the sofa.
"What are you doing? Come to visit the prison?"
"Ah, what are you talking about? I have no such intention."
After sitting down, Dylan raised his feet and looked at Kuzan across from him. "Then what are you doing here? Did you break up with Teach?"
Kuzan sat up after hearing Dylan's words. "I just walked around his place. I never said I joined the pirates."
"Humph, you," Dylan pursed his lips. "If you don't break up with him, I'm going to break one of your legs when I come to kill you. You, a Marine Admiral, hang out with that kind of little brat all day long."
"Ah ra ra," Kuzan looked at Dylan's malicious eyes and subconsciously touched his thigh. Why is this guy always thinking about breaking his legs?
"I took a trip to East Blue."
After a moment of silence, Kuzan raised his head and looked at Dylan, with something incomprehensible in his eyes. "It's a good place there."
"So what?"
Dylan lit a cigarette and took a drag before looking at Kuzan. Did he like Kuzan? It was okay to be friends, but as a comrade, Dylan didn't think highly of him. From a standpoint, Kuzan was not a qualified soldier. Although learning to think and question is a very good quality, that's normal. If you look forward and backward during the war, it will be difficult for people to trust him with peace of mind.
This is why even though he had a close personal relationship with Kuzan, he never thought of including him in the G-5 or the "Peace Roundtable." Under his banner, there are either those who stand firm, like Zephyr, Tahir, and Tom, or those who never doubt themselves, such as Ain, Shiryu, Craig, and Leo.
Although Kuzan is powerful, he is lazy in style and has not yet found his goal. Dylan made no other plans or arrangements for Kuzan. After all, he is a kind-hearted wanderer. Just let him continue to find his own path.
"Mariejois... I want to go too!"
Dylan raised his head and looked at Kuzan in surprise. "When did you go crazy?"
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