"Honorable Priest Tomate, I understand His Highness's ambitions! He will undoubtedly care greatly about the intelligence on this route. Once our fleet returns to the kingdom, I will bring the sea charts inherited by the Kekum Royal Family and personally explain them to His Highness!"
Upon hearing this, Priest Tomate pondered in silence. The Cuban sea chart in his hand was highly abstract, and the recorded writings were in the Mayan script of the Kokom Family. Without someone knowledgeable of the heritage to explain, it would be as blank as a whiteboard. The sea chart going south is likely the same.
"Very good! Tikalo, you have proven your worth and changed your destiny... Anything else?"
"..."
Tikalo remained silent again. This time, he truly felt like a gambler, betting everything and leaving his fate to the kingdom.
