Chapter 440: Warship

"May I ask who you are?"

Li Mochen's eyes showed surprise. Even without using the Titan's Eye, he could tell that the golden-haired middle-aged man before him was no weakling. This was a powerful legendary shadow-walker, third or fourth rank, capable of lurking beyond the battlefield and evading his detection.

"Yul·Clementine."

The golden-haired middle-aged man maintained a respectful posture: "Former instructor of the Mexican Revolutionary Army, and also the teacher of Robert·Yvonne."

Li Mochen frowned slightly. As far as he knew, the Mexican Revolution had ended before World War II.

That Mr. Clementine apparently saw his confusion: "Although the Mexican Revolution subsided long ago, many remnants lingered on until the 1980s of this century. Some of them even raised funds through drug trafficking. Robert and I were once among them."

Li Mochen thought, so that's it. This was Robert's true origin?

But he wasn't really interested in Robert's past or the Mexican Revolution, so he quickly steered the conversation back on track: "But Mr. Clementine, can you tell me the reason? You see, you suddenly appear today, saying you want to join my command, just because your disciple serves me?"

At this point, he had already passed the stage of indiscriminately recruiting strong individuals.

With Robert as his trump card, as long as he had enough financial resources, he could eventually invite some reliable legendary experts to join his ranks.

"I have seen your strength. After today, you are worthy of any legendary's loyalty, are you not? Your future is boundless."

The golden-haired middle-aged man countered: "If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Wiltonstein, you are doubting my background and loyalty?"

Li Mochen smiled without saying a word.

This man had lurked outside the battlefield earlier, neither lending a hand nor joining the enemy side, which forced him to be more cautious. That Clementine was Robert·Yvonne's teacher might be true, but between teacher and disciple, they were not necessarily allies, especially in the West.

At least when Robert was in trouble, he hadn't seen this man's figure, nor sensed his presence.

Li Mochen didn't question the man's character for that; staying out of harm's way in such a situation wasn't a major fault. But beyond that, he couldn't rule out the possibility that this man had some connection with the Battle Axe Pirate Group.

And even if this man was innocent, what was his purpose in pledging allegiance? For money or something else?

"I really can't prove anything. But from start to finish, I never tried to interfere with the blood sacrifice you presided over, which is enough to show my goodwill. As for the rest, I think time will prove everything."

Yul·Clementine's eyes revealed a subtle gleam: "Is Mr. Wiltonstein's magnanimity insufficient to accommodate my service?"

"Very sharp words."

Li Mochen chuckled: "Actually, having Mr. Clementine join us is my honor. But this isn't convenient. Shall we discuss the detailed employment contract and terms after we return to the Alliance Wing Grand Fleet?"

Seeing that Clementine had no objection, he began to clean up the battlefield.

Angela was already helping, using her illusion ability to manifest one hundred and thirty William·Jacques to search the ships for him.

In just five minutes, Li Mochen had collected thirteen holy artifacts—not including Garcia's shield, which Anthony had already taken—over a hundred artifacts and magical equipment above level seventeen, thirty-five space equipment with large amounts of medicine, scrolls, and other supplies, and a total of seven hundred million gold shields in various currencies and precious metals.

The spoils were not limited to this, but he couldn't carry the less valuable items.

At this moment, Li Mochen was also troubled: how was he supposed to move the hundred-plus ships around him?

He had anticipated this earlier, but even when the battle started, he hadn't figured out how to deal with these ships.

So he had genuinely hoped that Angela could save the ordinary sailors. As long as there were people, they could sail the ships.

After thinking seriously for a moment, Li Mochen first looked at Anthony, who shook his head bluntly: "Don't look at me, A-Mo. My father and I once tried to establish a foothold in the Antoria Continent, but we failed in the end."

So Li Mochen called Michelle·Medici on the satellite phone. The latter seemed to already know the situation and directly made an offer: "I can find someone nearby to handle it, but I can only give you thirty percent of the price. If you want more than that, then we have no deal. Find someone else, Andre."

Thirty percent?

Li Mochen thought this guy was even stingier than him, but what could he do? There was no force nearby that could take over these ships.

The Black Tortoise Pirate Group would be a good buyer, but Li Mochen doubted they had the financial resources.

"Alright, but I need to keep the Battle Axe battleship and two destroyers."

The combination of the Battle Axe battleship and the First Dawn destroyer would be truly invincible in naval combat in these waters.

As for the other two destroyers, Li Mochen planned to use them as anti-submarine destroyers for the fleet, with specialized anti-submarine modifications later.

Li Mochen even wanted to keep the several submarines that were already disabled beneath the sea, but then he considered that submarines were slower and not suitable for their merchant fleet, so he gave up.

"Fine, if you want to keep them, you'll need to have them sailed away as soon as possible."

After saying this, Michelle shifted the topic to Atlanta City: "Andre, are you still planning to go to the Antoria Continent?"

"That depends."

Li Mochen glanced at Hazel behind him: "If a decisive battle breaks out, I'll have to wrap things up here and rush back as soon as possible."

If a full-scale war erupted, Hazel's power would be indispensable.

Although Li Mochen had never met the old man Conshuri, he could feel the care from this 'grandfather.' And the original owner of the body, though dismissive of the Wiltonstein family, still cared deeply for this blood relative.

Moreover, even from the perspective of 'when the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold,' he couldn't sit by and watch Conshuri be defeated.

"I look forward to it. But be careful; Philip has many loyal allies."

Michelle reminded him with a smile and then hung up.

Li Mochen shook his head, put the phone into his Qiankun Ring, and directly returned to his flagship, the armed merchant ship 'Troia,' through the space gate of the Death Manor magic tower.

At this time, Commodore Wallace·Clayton of the fleet and dozens of shipowners, large and small, were already waiting in the restaurant.

"Captain Wallace, please dispatch some men as soon as possible to go to that battlefield, sail back the Battle Axe battleship, and pick two destroyers in better condition."

Just as Wallace·Clayton's eyes lit up and he accepted the order, Li Mochen raised his gun.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two consecutive gunshots. The foreheads of two shipowners on the left were pierced with blood holes. Blood splattered onto the faces of several nearby people, turning most of those present pale, except for a few like Old Luo who remained composed.

"These two were the ones who contacted the Battle Axe, right?"

Li Mochen looked at the crowd with a half-smile: "As punishment, you will compensate me five hundred million gold shields proportionally. That's not too much, is it?"