Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 239

Chapter 239 This boy has the eyes of a saint

The morning sun shines slantingly on the sea, shining with a silvery halo.

Every time the ship's hull cuts through the waves, the halo will sway slightly, as if the sea is breathing.

 The chill brought by the sea breeze cannot be eliminated even under the sun.

On the second floor of this large-scale merchant ship heading to Lilome City, the wooden furniture and decorations all looked exquisite and warm. Viscount Francis sat at the dining table, with a brocade tablecloth spread in front of him and silver tableware lined up.

Middle-aged, he wore a dark gray suit with the family crest embroidered with gold thread. Although his eyes looked a little tired, his meticulous dress still looked solemn and elegant, and some traces of having used a sword could be seen on his slender fingers.

 He gently forked a piece of smoked salmon and put it into his mouth, unconsciously keeping his brows slightly furrowed while chewing.

However, it is not because the chef did not perform well today.

“Well, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Imperial Capital to handle this year.”

 He sighed in his heart, but did not say it out loud.

 The Protos Empire had seventeen provinces.

Lilomu City is the most remote in the already poor Southwest Province. If it were not along the sea, it would almost become a fortress city-state in the forest.

Now the Protos Empire is in an extremely dangerous state with the countries headed by the Kingdom of Estherland in the northwest of the empire. A full-scale war on the northern continent may break out at any time, and there is only one opportunity left to ignite this century-old fire.

Although for cities like them in the southern rear, the war will not spread here, but once a war breaks out, issues such as conscription and taxation may become an unbearable burden for a small and remote territory like theirs.

More than that, the most ridiculous decision made by the empire now is to recruit the Church of Resurrection.

This kind of behavior of seeking the skin of a tiger may be seen by those powerful people in the imperial capital as a clever way to control the tiger on one side, and indeed it has caused great terror and deterrence to the countries in the north, but for the civilians, it is undoubtedly a disaster.

Even border cities like theirs are frightened by the Resurrectionists on the streets.

At this time, a knock on the door interrupted Viscount Francis' thinking.

 “Do you have any plans this morning?”

As Viscount Francis finished speaking, a young man dressed in command slowly walked in. He was Francis's secretary and his bodyguard.

 “Your Excellency, the guest is awake.”

 The secretary reported in a calm tone.

Francis slowly swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded, "Okay, I understand. Prepare some tea and fruits to send to his cabin. I will be there in a moment."

 For people who have been in a shipwreck and may not have eaten for a long time, it would be better to eat some fruits and vegetables and replenish water before eating.

Magical storms on the sea have been raging recently, and both passenger ships and merchant ships in the imperial ports have stopped heading south.

The closer we get to the sea area between the northern and southern continents, the more frequent accidents occur.

Looking at the empire's investigation reports, disaster experts generally believe that two extremely terrifying creatures fought a desperate battle in the southern sea. The unrestrained collision of magic power further intensified the spread of the natural disaster's magic wave.

 “Yes, sir.”

The secretary gave a slight salute and then exited the restaurant.

 Not long after, Francis finished his breakfast. He put down the tableware, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, straightened his tie, and stood up with his cane.

Originally it was just a normal trip to a large eastern port city to visit old friends and do some business, but this time there was an extra episode.

　　Last night, a violent storm had just raged across the sea, and the huge waves seemed to be trying to swallow their merchant ships again and again, but this was nothing special for them who had experienced wind and waves.

However, suddenly a "dong-" collision sound broke through the air, clearly penetrated the night, and reached the ears of the crew on the side of the ship. Experienced crew members can judge the texture of the collision object - wood based on the insignificant sound.

The crew members leaned over and took a look and found what seemed to be the remains of a piece of ship wood. However, surprisingly, there was a young boy attached to the wood.

This young man, who seemed to be about 17 or 18 years old, was like the darling of fate. He was firmly hung by a piece of driftwood and drifted along with the current. Fortunately, he stopped next to their merchant ship.

What's even more gratifying is that the collision just now did not cause any harm to him, as if someone had brought him to the side of the ship with force magic.

 The crew immediately braved the wind and waves to rescue the young man.

Viscount Francis also issued instructions as soon as possible, instructing the doctors on the ship to quickly treat the injured boy and take care of him to the best of his ability.

The young man's brown hair is as smooth as silk, and his clothes are also unique, as if he is a visitor from a distant foreign country.

Logically speaking, unknown people should not be rescued.

At this time, everyone in the Protos Empire is in danger. If you are not careful, you will be labeled as a "cultist" or "surrender" by people with ulterior motives.

But Viscount Francis has always believed in the guidance of the goddess of fate and the principle that good and evil will be rewarded. He will not harm this young man at least until he has determined his identity.

“Well, if you really can't survive another two years, take Zestila to the Southern Continent. At least there won't be so ridiculous as to label the Church of the Goddess of Destiny as a cult.”

Viscount Francis walked to the window, glanced at the rough sea and the unpredictable sea weather today, and sighed.

Anyway, his daughter has been prejudiced and discriminated against by Emperor Protos since she was a child because of her demonic characteristics. The worst possible outcome is to give up her current noble status and go to the Southern Continent to start over.

Although it is difficult to find a country in the Southern Continent that treats demons equally, at least it will not be like the Protos Empire where even hiding racial characteristics is punishable by death.

Viscount Francis walked to the door, opened the heavy cabin door, and stepped outside. Several chandeliers burning whale oil hung in the red-carpeted corridor. The flickering light made people feel like they could feel at home even at sea. of warmth.

 His steps were steady, but he was always thinking about something.

 Finally, he came to the guest room and saw the secretary waiting at the door. After a brief exchange and a nod, Viscount Francis knocked on the door.

 “Please come in.”

Hearing the gentle response from inside, Viscount Francis opened the door and walked in.

The bedroom, which is simply decorated but fully furnished, is filled with the smell of sea water and damp wood.

I saw a brown-haired young man sitting next to the bed. He had beautiful emerald green eyes. Not only his left eye was covered with gauze, the bandage was slightly exposed from the cuffs of his black suit, extending from his wrist to his elbow, and then from his collar. Pass through everywhere.

 The strength of his magic power is probably only at the first level.

He doesn't look like a battle-hardened warrior with slender skin.

Only his vitality is quite strong, and he managed to save his life even after suffering such a serious fatal injury.

According to the secretary, the brown-haired young man seemed to have a language barrier at first, but he had a tool card with translation magic on him and he was soon able to communicate normally.

Even though they hadn't started talking yet, after Viscount Francis looked at him for the first time, he felt that he would not be a bad person.

 Because his eyes are clear, and he is naturally filled with compassion and thinking, but not half of it is for himself.

 Just to see the suffering of all living beings.

 That is the gaze of a saint.

 (End of this chapter)

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