XX

The world does not revolve around certain people, nor does it stay for certain people.

History is like a river, it does not hesitate to move forward for certain goals. Although there are repetitions and twists and turns, it is moving forward slowly but firmly.

In the great era, everyone's life is a magnificent epic. The Great Age is full of darkness, but it is also full of light against darkness.

"Rees Quilahia. The blonde girl smiled, her right hand gently emitting pure magic, "Mage." ”

"Miriana Quilahia. The flaxen-haired girl smiled quietly, her left hand emitting some white light, "Protestant priest and mage." ”

It has been 1,655 years since the Elven Empire unified the Western civilized world. In the middle of the 17th century, it was a time of impending storms.

"Historians from Later Generations ......"

“...... Two and a half centuries later, to be exact. ”

Some butterflies go with the flow, some go to fan the storm, and some butterflies fly in the storm. And the world is a storm, and no one knows what will happen next.

"The plot of the story is simple...... Uh, Bonnie, come on. ”

"I'm going to tell you, a man, I met a woman. The man is a monster who has lived for more than two hundred years, and the woman is just an ordinary person. Then they fell in love...... Then they separated. From then on, the woman studied magic and decided to find out the whereabouts of the man...... Well, that's the synopsis. ”

Butterflies from two centuries later have begun to flutter in the storm of the Age of Enlightenment. A sapphire pendant flutters in the trade winds.

"Isn't that too brief?"

"I'll talk about it later when I have time. ”

That is the end of one story and the beginning of another.

"It's over. "The Admiral, who knew nothing about what was happening on the deck, lay gracelessly on the floor of the lower deck, the fatigue of magic making him just want to get a good night's sleep.

The "bishop", who had somehow escaped with his life - the real Lord Ferdinand, to be exact, also rested against the bulkhead after treating the wounded not far away.

"It's a great weather. The lord, who looked far more mature than his age, looked out to sea and muttered to himself. The afternoon sun casts a faint soft light on the turquoise water.

Three days later, the elven galleon "Emperor Cleon" entered Ellivier Harbor without danger, escorted by friendly ships.

With only a week to go before the summer solstice, even Ellivier Harbor, located in the middle of the continent's west coast and at the southernmost tip of the frost line, is flooded with heat waves from the south.

As noon approaches, the scorching sun is already hanging in the middle of the sky, exposing this elven-style port city. The prosperity of the Old World contrasts sharply with the simplicity of the New World. Among the three walls and the arches of the coastal fortress lived at least 120,000 people, 60% of whom were citizens. In the harbor, hundreds of large and small ships are moored.

"Emperor Cleon" quietly moored into the harbor with a escort galleon belonging to the Fifth Fleet, taking advantage of the hottest hour. Its appearance is completely different from when it set sail from the New World, and everywhere shows traces of the bitter battles it once had.

The original new black-green canvas has all kinds of strange patches, all of which are in the prominent position of the mainsail and upper sail, and if you are familiar with the structure of the elven galleon, you can also see that there are many places where there are no sails at all. Needless to say, the hull is no longer a solid black wood, with scars of various colors on it. Even the most important mast has traces of being broken.

There were one hundred and sixty-three men on board when they set out, and when they arrived, only eighty-one people remained—including a third of the defective pirates.

"It was a tough battle. ”

Looking back now, Marine Captain Leonard Kekawi still secretly shuddered. What a formidable opponent is that...... If it hadn't happened to have the pirate captain subdued, he might have been wiped out.

"However, it was a fluke to be able to beat that guy. ”

The half-elf frowned, glancing at the man behind him who hung up his hammock and took a nap in the sun on the deck.

Former seafarer's eighth-ranked pirate, Kezmi Stepind had no intention of being a prisoner, dangling around the deck with a recurve katana all day long, occasionally making gestures to slash people - if Leonard hadn't supervised him all day, this guy might have gathered his men to mutiny.

Sometimes Leonard even wondered if he was the right one to allow this guy to keep his weapon.

"What the hell is it for? Forget it, I wouldn't have been so angry if I knew it......" Now, this man who claims to be "Your Excellency's most loyal subordinate" is one of the two things that bothers Leonard the most.

The other one, of course, was his crush.

Leonard was now outside the hatch of the man he loved, and he had lost count of how many times his little finger had tapped. The alchemist hadn't been out for two days, so he didn't have a chance to get his ring back......

...... By the way, confess to her.

"It's finally done...... What a masterpiece!"

Lesa pushed open the hatch and blocked the sunlight from her face with her left hand.

In her right hand, she held the golden magic scepter that had just been improved. The scepter has four times more magic runes than before, and now the scepter can be transformed into a third combat form. It took only three days to complete the study, and she's in a good mood right now.

"Good afternoon, Raisa, you've finally come out. ”

Hearing the hatch rattle, Leonard turned around and leaned on the guardrail to greet her.

"You've been waiting here for a long time. Is there something going on?" Lesa noticed that the neckline of his uniform was soaked with sweat.

"Hmm...... This ......," Leonard said with some nervousness, "something important......"

"What's the matter?" asked Lesa with a slight flush of face.

The half-elf hesitated, "Well, Chief Bishop Hartmann asked me to retrieve his 'Covenant Arbiter'. ”

Behind the distant corner came the familiar sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground.

Lesa was stunned for a moment, her face became a little ugly, and she turned back into the room.

"Transfiguration, Warhammer!" the command sounded loudly through the room. After that, the alchemist walked out of the door with a rather heavy silver sledgehammer and threw it straight at Leonard.

"Take it. The "Arbiter of the Covenant" slammed into the floor in front of Leonard, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Leonard was a little embarrassed, picked up the sledgehammer in a daze, and said, "Well, in fact, I have one more thing to ......"

"Say it. Lessa's tone was cold.

"That...... Remember the ring I asked you, Riesa?" the half-elf hurriedly got to the point, trying to lighten the mood.

Lesa frowned, "What did you say?"

Leonard panicked: "Have you forgotten? Just before the naval battle......

"Before the battle, did you ask me anything?" the expression on Lessa's face looked very strange.

He tilted his head and stole a glance at Rysa's right hand, which the alchemist didn't have any rings on. Holding on to a glimmer of hope, he tilted his head to look at his left hand, which he didn't have anything with him.

"Ah...... Yes...... Well, that's fine, maybe I'm mistaken......" Leonard's face turned very red, and he hurried away with the hammer.

Behind the corner in the distance, there was the familiar sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground.

"I said, it's your sister who is responsible for erasing Lessa's memories, aren't you?

Sister Anne pouted, "Hey, isn't it okay for you to slander like this...... I'm confident in forgetting magic!"

Although they told the truth on a whim, they were busy using the magic of oblivion afterwards to remedy it, recovering their identities as ordinary apprentice mages and priests. After all, it is really difficult to say the origin of later generations, and if it provokes a heavyweight opponent such as the Arbitration Association or the Holy See, it will be too much of a disturbance to history.

"It's really hard to say," the brown-haired girl put away her smile, "Do you feel that after returning to this era, your control over magic has decreased? ”

"Well, the arcane in particular, is particularly obvious...... After all, in our time, a global network of artificial magic and a repository of magic has already been built. ”

"No, I don't think it's just the magic associated with modern miracles that has been affected. Bonnie shook her head, "It seems that most of the magic that hasn't been invented yet has difficulty using it, and the mana is consumed much faster than it used to be. ”

"It's okay, it's good to save a little bit, we don't have to use magic anyway. Anne replied optimistically, "Even if there is no magic, we still have the knowledge and knowledge of the history of this era two hundred years ahead!"

"You can't change too much history. Now, if there is one mistake, your 'love affair that transcends time and space' will be ruined, sister. Bonnie reminded.

Anne scratched her hair: "Still, so far, it should be perfect." Anyway, the fate of important people has not changed much, and it shouldn't be a big problem to just miss a Duke of Soma. ”

"I hope so. Bonnie smiled faintly, a hint of worry in her smile. "But Machiavelli's memories we have not erased. ”

"At the very least, as in history, we still hide the secret of her identity. It's hard to imagine that Machiavelli would be a woman......"

As soon as Machiavelli was mentioned, Anne remembered the words she had left behind.

"We are all of the same kind, but you are better than me. ”

And the woman who uses the identity of a man as a cover and does whatever it takes?

No...... Probably not.

She doesn't want to unify the world, nor does she want to build her own empire. There is no need for her to be unscrupulous, she has her own moral bottom line.

"What's wrong, what are you thinking?" Bonnie cocked up her finger and shook it in front of her sister's eyes.

"Nothing. Anne closed her eyes and shook her head, "It's time for us to get ready to go ashore." ”

"Thank you very much for the escort of your ship. We deeply regret that the servicemen of your ship have suffered heavy losses. ”

"You're welcome, this is something we have already agreed in our agreement, and the losses are within the expected range. After all, the mysterious enemy was too well prepared. ”

On the gangway of the deck, a middle-aged elf dressed in the uniform of an elven sea school shook hands with the silver-haired archbishop who had changed into a red-trimmed yellow robe and politely said goodbye.

"In the end, we all completed the task, and I wish you a good luck from now on. ”

"I wish you a smooth journey from now on. ”

At this time, Leonard Kekawi was late with the silver hammer.

Seeing that he had only appeared now, Ferron gritted his teeth, as if he was about to have a seizure on the spot, but then he remembered something and controlled himself, not letting his anger erupt.

"Sorry, I seem to be late. The half-elf held the hammer in both hands and handed it to the archbishop.

"Thank you, I've been waiting for a long time. Io took the hammer with ease with one hand. "Transfiguration, dagger!"

The "Arbiter of the Covenant" flashed and took the form of a dagger, which Ionette collected into his robes.

"I have a hunch that I will meet you again in the future. Goodbye. The silver-haired man did not tarnish any longer, and got into the dinghy with the lord he was protecting, and rowed ashore. Inside the harbor you can see an astonishing convoy, about half a battalion of 500 men, and the flag of the convoy bears the family coat of arms of the Principality of Soma.

It wasn't until the two of them managed to land and enter the protection of the convoy that the people on board breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's over. Leonard let out a long sigh, "It's all going well. ”

Is it really all going well?, the half-elf smiled wryly. Wasn't the end of this separation expected for a long time?

A large, warm and heavy hand fell heavily on his shoulder. Leonard turned around and saw the face of his immediate superior.

"Personally, I don't really appreciate you. During this voyage, you did cause a lot of trouble, and you also called the pirate you caught, and you should have been punished by the above. The loss is so big, someone has to take responsibility. ”

Despite the unrelenting content, the tone of Baron "Admiral" Ledonsti was not as cold as usual, much to Leonard's surprise.

"Could it be that after a hard battle, you have changed sex?" the captain of the navy secretly scolded in his heart.

"However, since you can make such a decision, I will grant you all your requests. If there is a responsibility, I will take it all on. With a slight tear in his eyes, Ferron patted Leonard's shoulder hard, "Compared to you, who can sacrifice yourself for the benefit of others, I am really a narrow-minded person...... Maybe it's time for me to change it. If you change your mind and want to return to the St. Sen Navy at any point, I will support you with all my might. I'm going to treat you to this farewell party. ”

Leonard responded with a gentle smile: "Where, you won the prize......"

Wait, wait?!" he snapped back to his senses.

"All the requirements?!responsibility?!return to the St. Mori Navy?!farewell party?!"

How does this sound like you're going to be blasted out?

"Your Excellency, Baron, have you made a mistake?" asked Leonard tentatively.

"No?" said the baron, pulling a piece of paper from his bosom, "this earnest petition is a letter that even I feel very touched when I read it. They don't even have to do hard labor, so they don't have them. ”

Leonard snatched the piece of paper and scanned it frantically. He skimmed over all the rhetoric and paid attention to only the key words.

"I, Leonard Kekawi, am willing to pay the price of my military position...... In exchange for the lives of these pirates, they were only allowed to serve hard labor and repent of their sins...... As well as the merits of the soldiers of the whole ship...... Please hide this battle on your behalf...... I am responsible for those who surrender to me...... I hereby resign from my post as Captain of the Fourth Fleet and Captain of the Fourth Fleet. May the gods bless the Holy Forest. ”

Leonard Kakawi wanted to laugh, but his mouth was so bitter that he couldn't laugh.

It's true that staying here may not have a chance to be promoted either, but ...... Is it really going to say goodbye to your dreams like this?

"Who the hell did that?"

His gaze swept to the end of the letter.

The font on the letter paper is gorgeous, round and beautiful. At the end of the letter, he is stamped with his own striking seal of the ring.

Seal of the Ring?

"So she hasn't forgotten...... That's the only thing that's gratifying. ”

Leonard smiled, slowly folded the letter, and handed it back to the baron.

He could only smile because he couldn't put on any other expression.

"So, where is the farewell party going to be?"

Leonard Kekawi, a famous naval commander of the era of artillery and sailing. He successively served as the captain of the Outer Sea Fleet of the Shengsen Navy, the captain of the Inland Sea Fleet, and the commander of the Sixth Fleet of the Inland Sea. As a half-elf, he served as the commander of the Korman Combined Fleet, and defeated the main force of the Inland Sea Fleet led by Admiral Churchillas, the 'hero of Diza', in the Sealed Bay of Luxinhai with a two-column formation that broke the convention.

"Admiral Feron Ledonsti", who was convicted of the 'Ferdinand assassination', but was reinstated three years later, distinguished himself in the hunting and counter-hunting naval battles in the South China Sea, and became the commander-in-chief of the St. Sen Combined Fleet after Churchillas.

It was supposed to be like this, but ...... In this world......

History shuddered a little again, and deviated from its original course.

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