Captain Edward lit a bonfire on deck.

It would have caused the sailors to revolt, but it was magic, so the sailors simply gathered in awe and watched as the captain sprinkled strange powder into the campfire.

It was something that Medea, a former traveling companion, had left to the captain, and she promised to come to Edward when the flame ignited the spices and grant his wishes.

Edward never thought that one day he would light a fire on the ship, and he had always regarded that promise as a simple friendship, but now the captain needed a spell.

"You're full of mistakes, but you're lucky. ”

When the voice of the Theros Witch came out of the flames, the onlookers erupted in a loud shout, they had been completely conquered: sailors were probably some of the most superstitious people in the world.

"There's no time for that," Edward sighed, "I need your help. ”

"Say it. ”

Medea's strange face slowly emerged from the flames, as if the flames formed a face under the influence of some strange power, full of horror and mystery that magic "deserves".

"There's a message that I hope to let all explorers know. ”

The witch immediately showed an excited expression.

It's a new challenge for Medea, and she loves the feeling of facing the unknown.

"Let me think about it, if according to the theory of magic, this requires the essence of the ocean, which is simply extravagant......"

Edward laughed, "But!"

"But," Medea's face showed a smile identical to that of the captain in the flames, "I can do it." ”

"Hurry up!"

The captain raised his head and looked at the north, no matter day or night, standing on the deck, he could see the white of the sky, the power of science was so terrifying, every second that belonged to mortals was precious.

"I need an explorer, an explorer who believes in that news. ”

Theros' sorcery was not the same as the essence magic that was now in vogue, and the captain knew this, so he put his hopes on Medea.

"I'm here!"

Before the captain could call him, the explorer rushed to the fire, and he watched the magic, hoping for a miracle to come, and no longer doubting it.

"Put your hands on the fire, young man. ”

The explorer hesitated, then put his hand on the flame.

To his surprise, the flame didn't feel hot at all, as if it didn't exist at all.

"Ah, that's bad news, science ......"

Medea in the flames became blurred, and her voice began to fade away.

"Go, heart of the brave, your thoughts will be seen. ”

......

At the same time, Ruidu.

A hunter walks into the Explorers' Guild.

This is the final judgment, Brittania has no time to wait, the Duke of Wellington is on his way to the cathedral where the headquarters of the Anglican is located with the sword of the ancient king, and the unstable element of explorers must be eliminated.

Then the hunter saw the scene he was familiar with.

Countless people with indifferent faces looked up at the quest board, with only greed in their eyes, and those who had already determined their goals hurried by, rubbing shoulders with the explorers who had completed the task.

Then suddenly, all the explorers raised their heads and looked at the task board.

The hunter followed their gaze and saw nothing.

"Scientific ......"

"There is no place for explorers in the New World?"

The explorers went from confusion to anger, and then slowly calmed down.

They got a conclusion, and the hunter knew, though he didn't know what it was.

"Die, science!"

All the explorers shouted, and the sound was so loud that it almost toppled the roof of this poor building.

The hunter hesitated, turned and left.

Behind him, at the top of the quest board, which the hunter can't see, is a line of words that all explorers can understand: "Science wants all explorers to go to hell, and there is no place for explorers in the new world." ”

The hunters have given the final verdict, and now, the enemy of all science is an ally of Brittana.

He walked towards the center of the city, where a battle had already begun.

Another hunter brought the definite news that the state church had fallen to science, that the hunters had no time to waste, and that the Duke of Wellington had already struck.

The city has become very different, and the explorers move quickly, and they are like flames, making the calm waters begin to boil.

The hunter traverses the streets at breakneck speed and finally reaches his destination.

Then he saw a scene that everyone had not expected.

The magnificent building where the cathedral was originally located had been reduced to ruins, and on the ruins, a ball of pure white light condensed together, and a hymn came from it.

The Duke of Wellington was standing in front of the white light, his face was iron-blue.

He was teased by science.

The Duke was the first to arrive at the exact message, knowing that this would be the most important place if the Church was to perform a ritual for science.

Then the Duke of Wellington was stopped at the door.

A powerful pure light filled the church, blocking the gathered explorers and everyone else who wanted to enter, and they only lingered in the doorway with all their might.

The Duke hesitated, he didn't want to use the Ancient King's Sword in the city, that would cause a lot of damage, strictly speaking, the cathedral was the property of the royal family.

Eventually, though, Wellington swung his sword.

Only one sword was used.

It was some kind of terrifying power that had been forgotten and only appeared in the story, indescribable, incomparably powerful, that had turned the cathedral into ruins in an instant.

But the white light was still there, there was no building to cover it, the power of science was unobstructed, the pure white light was not damaged in the slightest in the terrifying attack, and the believers inside were indifferent and continued the ritual on their own.

"Well done, mortal. ”

Then the voice of science sounded in the heart of the Duke of Wellington.

"Get out of Brittany!"

"Please don't be so rude, you should keep your soul noble and pure," Science was in a good mood, because in essence, his ritual had been completed, and even if the Duke really destroyed the state religion completely as he planned now, it would be useless, and as for the battlefield, everything that happened there was just entertainment for science, including accidents, "You have a nice weapon in your hand, and I will reserve a place for you in the New World." ”

"Let me kneel under your throne and kowtow?"

"No, no, no, that solemn etiquette is not called such a rude name. "Be in a good mood, brave warrior, and I'll tell you good news." ”

"The ritual that the state church has just completed does not hurt Britannia. ”