The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 940: Volume 30 Emergence of the Empire - 11 Deserted Island

Chapter 940: Volume 30 Emergence of the Empire Chapter 11 Deserted Island

A rather ordinary three-masted sailboat skillfully sailed out from the trumpet-shaped riverbank, plunging into the azure Nether Sea, cleaving waves as it sped towards the vast South. The fierce North Wind from the Northern Wasteland, gave the whole coastline and sea surface a sense of the cold harshness of wind demons dancing with snowflakes; this year, Homer’s winter seemed to come especially early.

Komer, with his arms crossed, watched the view ahead, the Nether Sea—a body of water that fostered endless prosperity along the shores of the Cang Continent—seemed to lie right beneath his feet.

Temporarily setting aside the affairs of Nicosia, Komer tried to relax himself, but the image of Renta inevitably lingered in his mind. To be honest, while Renta’s plump and alluring body was memorable, it wasn’t enough to make Komer pine for her even as he left Nicosia for the South. Neither Grace nor Lome, nor even Katya and Tracy, were inferior to Renta; what attracted Komer was Renta’s heart, her unquenchable, vigorous ambition.

She was an interesting woman, interesting yet also calm and wise—a woman whose rate of growth was astonishing. If the old Renta had still worn a mask of false pride, lacking smoothness and depth, then the current Renta truly had the ability to stand on her own.

Being able to recognize faults and correct them, not shying away from asking questions, and being persistently indomitable—these were not qualities Komer often attributed to anyone. Yet, he had to admit that Renta now possessed these essential elements of a politician. Don’t think that being a politician is only about deceit and manipulation, only about saying one thing and doing another, double-dealing; those who do are not successful politicians, but often despised failures. To succeed, commanding respect with admirable qualities is essential.

Perhaps it was the inheritance of the bloodlines from both the Romanov and Anson families that endowed her with the political edge of both families.

Even though Renta’s approach to handling the Northern Alliance and the Church of Light was still somewhat immature, when Komer thought about himself from a few years back, wasn’t he also starting from scratch? The merciless storms teach people many indelible memories and experiences, and Komer believed that Renta would also gradually mature.

Maybe he should give her more power and responsibility? Komer silently questioned himself.

Was that feasible? Komer was somewhat uncertain.

The bloodline of the Romanov family gave her many advantages but also increased her risk and unpredictability. Playing this card meant considering what it would bring him, and Komer was very clear about that.

Poznan seemed a bit too small for Renta. Komer could clearly recall the ambition and desire hidden within the upturned corners of Renta’s mouth and the gleam in her eyes when she discussed strategy with him regarding Cartin; the flickering tongue that occasionally darted out to lick her lips was more like a serpent choosing its prey.

A serpent? Then what was he? A farmer or a snake charmer?

Komer smiled playfully. If he was satisfied with just bringing Nicosia into his fold, then he would need to carefully consider how to utilize Renta. But if his ambitions were not limited to Nicosia, then Renta could be a valuable material to exploit. At least in Nicosia, it seemed there was no one more suitable for his purposes than her.

The biting cold wind had no reservations as it weaved through Komer’s clothes, the sharp chill making his thoughts even more clear-headed. Caucasus was his foundation in Nicosia, and Nicosia, in turn, was the cornerstone upon which he relied to play the game of power with other forces. With his rising status, even those who had never taken him seriously began to step into the fray against him. The Northern Alliance and the Church of Light were merely the early birds that had just shown themselves, and as he became more and more noticeable, he believed even more enemies would emerge, possibly even including his former allies.

Komer ran his fingers through his hair, which had become somewhat disheveled by the sea breeze. The inevitable would always come, and on the road to rising power, there were many stones to be moved. They would not go away on their own; only a formidable force could make them leave.

It was over ten days later when Komer’s three-masted sailboat crossed the vast Mediterranean and arrived at Xifnos Island.

Before setting foot on Xifnos Island, Komer had already received many different tales about it through various channels, but none of the legends were as shocking as the sight that greeted him when he disembarked.

Such an impressive feat within such a brief span of time. Although Komer had constantly grumbled that the Hayreddin Fleet had devoured so much of his funds with seemingly no return, now, the single worry in his heart had vanished along with everything else.

It was too spectacular. Compared to the desolation he had witnessed upon his first visit to Xifnos Island, this was nothing short of a miracle by the Creator God.

The spiral lighthouse, towering several tens of meters high, had been spotted by Komer from a great distance at sea, but it was only when standing at the dock at its base that one could truly feel its majestic grandeur. The purely stone-built tower ingeniously incorporated a windbreak design to avoid the direct impact of the savage hurricanes from the sea. Each level of the tower had a small window opened, allowing the use of the Mirror of Thousand Miles to observe the movements on the ocean surface for dozens of miles.

The docks, built up and filled out using the steep promontory, provided more than adequate berths for ships, with one every hundred meters. The array of boats, just by their styles alone, was evidently from the coasts of the Nether Sea and the Mediterranean region, and there were also some larger ships of more unfamiliar designs, which Komer guessed were mostly from the Storm Ocean coast. The disappearance of Demisheme had suddenly tightened the connections between the Storm Ocean and the Mediterranean regions, as well as the wider Continent, and the number of ships traveling between these places had increased several-fold.

The previously rugged and steep cliff-side lowlands had now been leveled off, looking more like natural plains. A multitude of buildings of various styles had sprung up around the central plains, and many more were still under construction, as proven by the busy workers on the construction site. A network of smooth, wide stone paths extended from the somewhat smaller square by the cliff’s edge, clearly leading towards the island’s center. The constant stream of carriages on the stone roads indicated that this small square was merely a temporary staging area—the real grand plans were still unfolding in the central region of the island.

Is this the desolate Xifnos Island? (To be continued, for the upcoming events, please visit www.qidian.com, more Chapters available, support the author, support authorized reading!)