Although the scissor boat is the pinnacle of high-speed sailing, its maximum speed is only a dozen nautical miles per hour, which is not much faster than the old man riding a bicycle.

Alone in his cabin, Charles watched the scenery pass briskly outside the porthole, watching the traffic and people on the bank along the river road, and suddenly missed his past life as a small citizen.

At that time, I was alone, I could "live" at will, "from the heart" at will, anyway, I didn't care about the eyes of others, it didn't matter!

But now, everyone in the family is watching him come up with an idea, and he really can't "help" it.

This is a very contradictory question.

"Huh?"

As the Lothair approached the Aurelian River Pier again, Charles was thinking about it when he noticed a luxurious carriage coming out of the dock and running down the river road to the city under the escort of several knights.

And the cavalryman at the head was holding the rose lion banner in his hand.

The carriage and the knight had apparently seen the returning Lothair, a head poking out of the carriage's window, and Charles' extraordinary eyesight immediately saw the pesky face and caught the smug smile on his face.

"It's been so long, what did you just ink on the docks? Are you waiting for me?"

Charles's heart moved, his feet slightly staggered back and forth, his left hand reached forward, and his right hand retreated, making a posture of drawing a bow and shooting arrows in the void.

The spiritual power vision was opened, and the special sensing talent of the spirit mark hunter produced a wonderful effect under the blessing of the spiritual power vision, and the clearer spiritual power fluctuations were displayed in Charles's perception, and the precise cross cursor was instantly locked on the ...... of the carriage on the shore Pull the horse.

Ever since Charles had advanced to become an eighth-rank spirit mark hunter, he had often played tricks on the birds and beasts around his small castle when no one was around, and in the process of abusing small animals one by one, he had experienced the difference between spiritual perception and spiritual vision, and experienced the traces of spiritual power fluctuations.

At this moment, Charr's spiritual power control and spiritual power perception ability are already much stronger than a month ago.

The spiritual power fluctuations around Charles's body fluctuated like a tide, quickly reaching the peak of the wave, and as Charles's hands shook, they suddenly vented.

An invisible wave of spiritual power swept across the river, hitting the head of the horse on the right side of the carriage.

"Baby..... ......"

The tall and docile Norton pulled the horse as if it had encountered the call of death, and suddenly jumped up in fright, and the tall body struggled frantically to the right side, disrupting the pace of the horse on the left.

"Yu ..... Sweet-smelling..... Thundered...... Puff ...... Whoa......"

Although the coachman reacted quickly to save the road, the carriage was speeding down the road by the river, and with the tremendous strength of the Norton horse's madness, the carriage rushed off the road and plunged into the deep water.

Charles folded his hands behind his back, looking at the metal armor of several knights playfully undressing off their bodies, and the luxurious carriage with only the roof left, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, revealing a pleasant smile.

"Hahahaha!"

"Hehehehehe!"

There was such a big movement at such a close distance, and the crew, sailors, and Olive and others on the Lothair naturally saw it, and everyone let out a hearty laugh.

"It's a pity that there is no circle of friends in this world. ”

Charles walked slowly out of the cabin with his hands behind his back, just in time to see the female knight Lola, and the two of them crossed their eyes, and neither of them paid attention to the other.

Filoen Polant's carriage overturned a short distance from the docks, and the melon-eating crowd that had just dispersed on the docks found fun again.

Viscount Philoen Polant was a native of Aurelian nobles, and it was natural for them to support the Polantes when they clashed with the Chevaliers from abroad, but this did not stop their natural tendency to read aristocratic jokes.

Of course, they only dared to watch the excitement from a distance, and after approaching the nobles, they could only bow their heads honestly.

But before they could see Count Soupchicken being fished out of the river, they found that the long scissor-headed sailboat had not slowed down at all, and had rushed straight towards the docks.

"What is it doing?"

Trying to communicate with many captains, the director of the dock authority, who had just secured a berth, was stupid and watched the huge Lothair rush like a warship.

"Hold on!"

"Get out of the way!"

The captain and first mate of the Lothair screamed at the top of their voices, not knowing whether they were reminding their own people or the people on the brig that was about to fail.

"Knock..... Boom ......"

"Click-la-la-la..... Flare lala....."

The Lothair's hidden metal ramming angle below the bow waterline was directly pressed against the bow of the brig, effortlessly piercing his hull.

The two thick cables, which had held the brig firmly to the pier, became a stumbling block, and the whole ship could not slide and unload, and suffered 100% damage.

The force of the impact slammed the bow of the medium-sized sailboat down, and the stern was cocked so high that even the rudder was exposed, and then it slammed down with a large splash.

"Bang bang..... Bang bang ....."

There was a series of crashing sounds, and the brig was shattered, and the keel was deformed, but the horns of the Lothair were pushed into his keel, and the two ships were joined together, so that he did not sink immediately.

"Hurry, pull hard, pull the boat out, back up...... Back ......"

The captain of the Lothair, Lecor, instructed the crew to throw a cable to hang on the bollard on the shore to separate the two ships that had crashed together. Everyone on board helped, even Lola, the usually cold knight, reached out and grabbed the cable, pulling the Lothair's ramming angle out of the brig's hull inch by inch.

After the two ships separated, the large hole in the bottom of the brig began to sink in large quantities, and began to sink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was estimated that it would not be long before it sank to the bottom of the river like the carriage.

"Okay, dock, don't make noise, don't make noise, give me a low profile!"

Charles commanded a few words in a low voice, then walked up to Olive and looked at the excited little girl and said with concern: "How about Olive Live, did the collision just hurt you?"

"How can it be, Charles, I'm also trained as a knight!"

Oliv, who was less than 1.5 meters, raised his little arm and waved it vigorously, not to mention, it looked quite powerful.

"Alright, the happy business is done, now we need to think about how to deal with the troubles of the Portland family, my dear sister, what do you think we should do next?"

Charles is older than Olive and has more experience in the two lives than Olive in both lives, but he knows too little about the various unspoken rules between nobles, so he is naturally not embarrassed to ask his sister for advice at this time.

"Just let Roy solve it, what qualifications does the Polante family have for you to come forward to receive it in person? You just need to wait until they make trouble in the House of Nobles, and you don't have to deal with them on other occasions, in the face of Chevalier's pride, this kind of nouveau riche nobles can only admire. ”

“.........”

Looking at the arrogant and tough little girl, Charles suddenly understood what Lola did at the beginning, whether it was Charles Chevalier in the past or herself now, she was not as suitable as Olive to be the head of the Chevalier family.