Chapter 245 Lan Qi only felt that time was quiet and good

standing behind the sofa.She nodded and pulled out a blueprint from the hidden compartment in the tea table. This afternoon, after Saint Son had stated their objective, the Bishop had instructed her t...Chapter 246: Ranchi only felt that time was peaceful and quiet.

The silver-armored priest moved swiftly through the corridors of the double-decked ship's hull. The ship swayed slightly beneath his feet, but his steps were as steady as a mountain. [Google Search]

He first went to the captain's cabin and got a nautical log, then walked up the stairs again.

When he returned to the deck, things were just as they had been when he left: a group of silver-robed priests controlled the bound sailors.

All the priests turned their attention to the Silverarm priests at once, awaiting their leader's command.

It seems there was no battle, or perhaps the enemy was so weak that the Silver Clad Priest didn't need to lift a finger.

At a corner of the deck, Lord Francis was being closely watched by several silver-robed priests. His countenance remained calm, even one might say indifferent.

From the slight furrow in his brow, it could be seen that no matter whether he compromised or not, his attitude toward this group of disciples would never change.

The Silver-Armored Priest glanced at Lord Francis, walked to his face, and their eyes met in an instant. The air seemed to solidify. The crew watching this tense scene nervously swallowed hard; their lives and fates might be decided in the next second.

And Sir Francis's eyes grew colder still, for he knew this Silver-Clad Chaplain was nothing more than a seeker of the Captain's quarters, come to obtain their logbook.

Although Francis didn't know what use it was for, he knew the other party's greedy demands wouldn't change.

Just then.

The Silver-Clad Priest suddenly took out another document, comparing it to the logbook and murmuring to the silver-robed priests beside him, "Release them."

Everyone was taken aback by this sudden order. Then, after a moment of hesitation, the silver-robed priests obeyed the silver-armored priest's command and untied the sailors' ropes.

"Lord Francis, today was actually just a counter-terrorism drill we organized ourselves. We apologize for scaring you."

The Silver Knight chaplain bowed to Francis.

Are you threatening me

Lord Francis fell silent for a moment, then said.

He suspected he hadn't quite understood the other person's slang.

"No, we never do anything to intimidate others. I only wanted to remind Lord Duke through action that someone wants this incident to become a reality. If I had gone directly to you and told you this, I don't think you would have been able to believe me calmly. So, the methods may have been a bit harsh. Please forgive me."

The silver-armored cleric presented Francis, the Baron, with a nautical chart and an open logbook. He had just seemed to want to confirm something.

Lord Francis glanced at the contents of the document and immediately understood where this sailing schedule, which exposed his itinerary, had come from.

I also knew which person from the city had provided this itinerary and wanted to harm him.

"I wasn't sure if this could be used as evidence before, but now that I'm certain, I can rest assured giving it to you as a gift. This is our sincerity."

The Silver Armored Priest smiled and said.

"I won't take that as a kindness from you."

Lord Francis did not know what game the other party was playing.

This itinerary can be used as evidence in provincial court.

"It's alright, you'll see our new face soon. This is just the beginning."

Having left this remark, the Silver-Clad Priest, accompanied by his retinue of silver-robed disciples, bid farewell to the Baron and departed.

"…"

Only Sir Francis remained on deck, looking a little dazed.

The crew members all embraced and cheered like they were safe after a shipwreck, while Lord Francis remained unable to relax.

"Sir Francis, I am so sorry."

The guard arrived by his side and said apologetically.

"It's not your fault, these cultists are too powerful. I almost got you involved."

Lord Francis leaned heavily on his cane, his back seeming stiff.

He couldn't figure out what this group of resurrectionists was up to.

This is really as the other party said.

Is this an exercise

Or... is there divine intervention

Lord Francis shook his head and took out his cigarette case, lighting a cigarette.

……

The cargo ship sailed on the calm sea for several hours.

Around 5 p.m.

The sky began to be painted with a magnificent array of colors by the sunset. Pale orange, lilac, and soft pink intertwined, as the sun slowly descended, leaving behind a final golden glow on the horizon.

The sea was also softened by the sunset, its surface sparkling like countless diamonds.

The hull had some peeling paint, giving it an aged appearance, but this only added a touch of vintage charm. The sailors on board finally seemed to be winding down from their work, gazing leisurely at the distant coastline.

The cargo ship was slowly approaching a quiet town pier.

In the spacious cabin.

Since Lanci had no luggage, he quickly left the cabin after receiving a friendly reminder from the crew. He walked along the corridor to the exit where he could board the pier via the gangplank.

Sir Francis and his secretary, along with their guards, were already waiting here.

After Lord Lancy had greeted him, Sir Francis remained as unassuming as before. He invited Lancy to join him for dinner at the lord's manor later that evening.

"Let's stay in the lord's guest rooms for tonight."

Lord Francis, leaning on his cane, addressed Lance.

For visiting tutors from out of town, previous arrangements also included providing guestroom accommodation.

But most of them only stayed for a few days before leaving.

Even some impatient teachers wanted to punish Zesthera, taking matters into their own hands. In the end, they were left with burns or electrocuted, ending up at the doctor's office.

This young man with brown hair and green eyes looked quite gentle, he probably wouldn't get angry at least with his daughter, ultimately leading to a conflict that resulted in injury.

"Thank you, Lord Zi Jue."

Lanche smiled and thanked.

Mr. Locke, did you know what happened on board previously

Francis fell silent for a moment, glanced at Lance beside him, then asked.

"The ship stopped for a while in the morning, but nothing seemed to happen."

Lancy reminisced, recounting his feelings in the guest room.

Although the cat boss used telekinesis magic to float from the window to the edge of the deck as soon as the ship stopped to check what was going on, it was because Lanchi heard the cat boss say that the situation wasn't so urgent that he chose to use the [Friendship Forever Worm] to summon the Silver Armored Priest instead of directly using the [Melody Notes] to turn the entire ship into a ghost ship and immediately appear in person to rescue the Viscount.

"That's it."

Seeing Lan Qi's naturally innocent appearance, Lord Francis quickly dispelled his suspicions.

It's true that I'm getting older, and I think too much.

It's impossible that the Silver-Armored Priest started with bad intentions and, upon seeing this young man on the deck, was swayed by his words, right

It's better to pray to the goddess that this scholar from the South Continent, whose rebellious daughter is a handful, can somehow handle her.

(The End)

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