Chapter 1474 - 668: Strangled? Hell, I’m Miles Ahead! (Part 2)

"My Ophelia, this is a private collection that I painstakingly acquired from the Sun Empire, my treasure."

His fingers moved slightly, and the invisible strings suddenly tightened. The girl in his arms abruptly opened her tea-colored eyes, resembling glass marbles, and stood up by herself.

She clung to Heinrich’s arm like a frightened little rabbit.

It turns out that the girl, who looks almost indistinguishable from a human and exquisitely adorable, is not a living person but a new type of doll made from the rubber unique to the Southern Continent.

As for Mr. Heinrich, who came from a wealthy background, he is not a common merchant in the Gold Sequence but rather a Hall Sequence Third Order [Puppeteer] who takes an unconventional path.

The Southern Continent is rich in rubber, and when Atahualpa entertained Byron, he gifted him a rubber contraceptive Sacred Relic [Joy Without Worry], which ultimately ended up with Edward IV.

Byron then imported rubber annually to mass-produce steam engines.

When a Puppeteer like Heinrich encountered it, he revered it as a treasure, akin to meeting a predestined angel.

Immediately, besides [Puppet], a new branch of rubber dolls was created, where rubber meets wife!

Using rubber as the primary material, he created dolls that closely resembled real humans, even becoming life-long companions.

Whether it’s the texture or the appearance, they surpass wood by leaps and bounds.

Mr. Heinrich is evidently a typical representative of this trend.

After acquiring such treasures, he used his [Puppet Transformation] abilities to create several girl dolls, and naturally, like many pure young men, he became heavily attached to rubber.

Looking at the innocent, clueless doll girl in front of him, he grew increasingly sorrowful and couldn’t help but curse out loud:

"There’s nothing good in this world, only these doll beauties can’t be let down. With them by my side, how could I bear to die casually?

Pope! I **** your whole family!"

Confident because he wasn’t on home soil, he spared no courtesy to the Church.

The group of clerks behind him was startled and quickly rushed up to cover his mouth.

The Chief wore an expression of helplessness, muttering softly to himself:

"My dear young master, could it be possible that the reason old Mr. Heinrich exiled you to the Eastern Continent to fend for yourself is because you only love dolls, whether wooden or rubber, but not flesh."

"And thus can’t continue the... Heinrich family line?"

But now, nothing can be done about it.

All of them have either offended someone in Lvbeck International Trade Company, blocked the path for connections, or are followers of the Protestant Doctrine.

Even without Heinrich’s peculiar preferences, they would still have been sent to the Eastern Continent.

The group shared a similar mindset with the young master here, feeling no sense of security. The bright sunshine in the sky couldn’t dispel the gloom in their hearts.

Until one of the clerks casually accepted a blank customs declaration form handed over by a port customs official, picked up a pen to fill it out.

However, unconsciously, he saw a strange country name and customs seal on the form, and his eyes suddenly widened.

He couldn’t help but stammer in shock:

"W-wait... take a look, it seems I’ve suddenly forgotten how to read."

Heinrich couldn’t spare any more sighs and hurried over to take a look, reading the words on it, one syllable at a time:

".... Arrived: Desert Empire... East Lancaster Dynasty... Alexandria Port?"

The eyes of the group widened like copper bells, rubbing their eyes furiously, only to find they had not made a mistake.

"Lancaster Dynasty? Is it the Lancaster I think it is?"

"This... in our dreams, we merely wanted to lower the price of those specialties. Could it be that His Majesty Saint Byron has outright conquered the Desert Empire?"

The port customs officer wasn’t surprised by the group’s expressions, for he had the same reaction when he received the news through the Law Network just moments ago.

He couldn’t help but remind them as their discussions became more outrageous:

"His Majesty Saint Byron hasn’t conquered the Desert Empire, he merely rules the Deadman’s World of the Lower Desert Empire as the Netherworld King [Osiris].

He manages us after we die.

The mortal Pharaoh King is actually the son of His Majesty Saint Byron and Her Majesty the Radiant Queen, who was just born and crowned this morning as the [Sun God] Amon Lancaster."

The group, who thought their eyes were failing, now began to question if their ears were also failing them.

Before coming, they had, of course, already gathered intelligence from the Corridor of Truth.

They already knew the great name of Cleopatra VII, the ruling power of the Ptolemaic Dynasty in the Desert Empire.

Even if the outside world didn’t yet know she had ascended to a demigod, her title as the [World’s Foremost Beauty] was enough to make her name travel across the Material World.

Who among the adventurers, merchants, and sailors arriving at the Corridor of Truth wouldn’t want to see with their own eyes just how beautiful the World’s Foremost Beauty truly is?

The group was left dizzy by one bombshell of information after another, muttering to themselves:

"How long has it been since His Majesty Saint Byron opened new sea routes? The World’s Foremost Beauty not only fell into his arms, but even bore him a child already?

Is this really the world of the Gods?"

Yet, surprisingly, all of them found it completely impossible to feel jealousy over Saint Byron winning the beauty.

The gap was so enormous that even jealousy felt unworthy.

Lastly, before leaving, the customs officer added one more thing:

"By the way, Her Majesty the Radiant Queen has decreed that starting today, the [Bronze Law] managed by the East Lancaster Dynasty will be open to legitimate foreign entrants.