Chapter 246 Lan Qi only thinks that the years are quiet and peaceful.
The silver-armored priest quickly walked through the corridor of the second-floor cabin. The ship's hull swayed slightly under his feet, but his steps were as steady as a mountain.
He first went to the captain's cabin and got a book of navigation records, and then walked up the stairs again.
When he stepped back onto the deck, the situation was as peaceful as when he left. A group of priests in silver robes were controlling the tied-up crew.
The priests all looked at the silver-armored priests at the same time, waiting for the leader's order.
It seems that no battle occurred, or there may be enemies but they are weak enough that the Silver Armor Priest can deal with them without any action.
In a corner of the deck, Viscount Francis was closely guarded by several silver-robed priests. His face remained calm, even indifferent.
From his slightly furrowed brows, it can be seen that his attitude towards this group of believers will never change, no matter whether he compromises or not.
The silver-armored priest glanced at Viscount Francis and walked up to him. Their eyes met in an instant, and the air seemed to freeze. The crew members who were watching all this nervously couldn't help but swallow their saliva. Their life, death and fate, The answer may come in the next second.
And the coldness in Viscount Francis's eyes became heavier and heavier. He knew that the silver-armored priest simply searched the captain's cabin and got their logbook.
Although he didn't know what the use of it was, Viscount Francis only knew that the other party's greedy conditions would not change in the future.
at this time.
The silver-armored priest suddenly took out another document, compared the logbook and the documents, and at the same time said to the silver-robed priests beside him: "Untie them."
Everyone was stunned by this sudden order. Then, the silver-robed priests hesitated for a moment, but still obeyed the silver-armored priest's order and untied the crew's ropes.
“Viscount Francis, today is actually just an anti-terrorism exercise organized by us without authorization, which scared you.”
The silver-armored priest apologized to Francis.
“Are you threatening me?”
Viscount Francis was silent for a moment and said.
He suspected that he did not quite understand the other party's slang.
"No, we never do anything to intimidate others. I just want to remind the Viscount through actions that some people hope that this accident will become true. If I find you directly and tell you this, I believe you will not be able to calm down. Di Lai believes what I said, so the method may be a little drastic, please forgive me."
The silver-armored priest handed a sailing itinerary and an opened logbook to Viscount Francis. He seemed to just want to confirm one thing.
Viscount Francis glanced at the contents of the document and roughly understood where the sailing itinerary that revealed his itinerary came from.
He also found out who in the city had given this itinerary and wanted to harm him.
"I was not sure whether this could be used as evidence of guilt before. Now that I am sure, I can safely give it to you as a gift. This is our sincerity."
The silver-armored priest said with a smile.
…I won't take it as your kindness.”
Viscount Francis didn't know what the other party was planning.
But this itinerary is enough to be used as evidence in the provincial court.
“It doesn't matter, you will see our new look next, this is just the beginning.”
Leaving these words, the silver-armored priest took a group of silver-robed men to say goodbye to the viscount and left.
Viscount Francis was left standing on the deck in a daze.
The crew members all hugged and cheered as if they were surviving a disaster, but Viscount Francis could not relax for a long time.
“Lord Francis, I'm so sorry.”
The guard came to him and said guiltily.
"It's not your fault. These cultists are too strong. I almost got you involved."
Viscount Francis was leaning on a cane and seemed to have a stiff waist.
He couldn't figure out what this group of Resurrectionists was planning. This is exactly what the other party said.
Is it an exercise?
Or...are there experts to help?
Viscount Francis shook his head, took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette.
The merchant ship sailed like this on the calm sea for several hours.
About five o'clock in the afternoon.
The sky began to be dyed into a spectacular color by the sunset, with pale orange, violet and pale pink intertwined together. The sun slowly sank, leaving the last golden afterglow on the horizon.
The sea is also rendered softer by the sunset, and the waves are sparkling, as if inlaid with countless diamonds.
The paint on the hull of the ship has peeled off a little, making it look a bit old, but this adds a touch of retro charm. The sailors on the ship finally seemed to be finishing their work, relaxing and staring at the distant coastline.
The merchant ship was slowly approaching a quiet town dock.
In the spacious cabin.
Since Lan Qi didn't have much luggage, after receiving a friendly reminder from the crew, he quickly left the guest room and walked along the corridor to the exit where he could board the pier along the gangway later.
Viscount Francis and his secretary **** were also waiting here.
After Lan Qi said hello, Viscount Francis remained as unassuming as before and invited Lan Qi to go back to the Lord's Mansion for dinner with him later.
“Let's stay in the guest room of our Lord's Mansion tonight.”
Viscount Francis leaned on his cane and said to Lanci.
For tutors invited from other places, they will be provided with guest room accommodation in the same manner as before.
It's just that most of them only stayed for a few days and then left.
There were even some anxious teachers who wanted to punish Zestila and took action directly. As a result, they ended up being sent to the doctor with burns or being stunned.
This young man with brown hair and green eyes looks quite gentle. He should at least not be angered by his daughter and end up getting hurt due to conflicts.
“Thank you, Lord Viscount.”
Lanqi smiled and thanked.
"Mr. Lodge, do you know what happened on the ship before?"
Francis Zi was silent for a moment, glanced at Lan Qi beside him, and then asked.
“The ship stopped for a while in the morning, but nothing seemed to happen.”
Lanchi thought back and expressed his feelings in the guest room.
Although when the ship first stopped, Cat Boss used telekinesis magic to float out of the window to the edge of the deck to see what was going on, but Lan Qi also heard from Cat Boss that the situation was not that urgent, so he chose to use [Long Live Friendship] Bug] sent a message to the Silver Armored Priest to come down, instead of directly using [Beautiful Note] to turn the entire ship into a ghost ship, and immediately showed up in person to save the Viscount.
"so."
Seeing Lanqi's naturally confused look, Viscount Francis quickly gave up his doubts.
It's true that I'm older and think too much.
It is impossible that the silver-armored priest had evil intentions at first. After he got off the deck and saw the young man, he was influenced by his words.
Thinking about such ridiculous things, it is better to pray to the goddess that this scholar from the southern continent can tolerate his disobedient daughter.
(End of this chapter)
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