The Silverarmored Priest scurried through the corridor of the second-floor cabin, his hull swaying slightly, but his steps were as steady as a mountain.

He first went to the captain's quarters, got a copy of the nautical record, and then went up the stairs again.

When he returned to the deck, the situation was as calm as when he left, and a group of priests in silver robes controlled the tied crew.

The clergy all cast their eyes on the Silver Armor clergy at the same time, waiting for the leader's orders.

It doesn't seem like there was much fighting, or there were enemies, but they were so weak that the Silver Armor cleric didn't need to do anything to solve them.

In one corner of the deck, Viscount Francis was closely guarded by several silver-robed priests, his face still calm, even indifferent.

From his slightly furrowed brow, it could be seen that his attitude towards this group of disciples would never change, whether he compromised or not.

The silver armored priest glanced at Viscount Francis, and walked in front of Viscount Francis, the eyes of the two met in an instant, the air seemed to be frozen, and the crew members who were nervously watching all this couldn't help but swallow their saliva, their life and death and fate may have to be answered in the next second.

And the coldness in Viscount Francis's eyes became heavier and heavier, and he knew that this silver-armored priest had gone to search the captain's room and obtained their logbook.

Although he didn't know what the use of using it was, Viscount Francis only knew that the conditions of the other party's greed would not change in the future.

That's when it happened.

The silver-armored priest suddenly took out another document, compared the logbook and the document, and said to the silver-robed priest beside him, "Untie them." ”

Everyone was stunned by the sudden order, and then, after a moment's hesitation, the silver-robed priest obeyed the order of the silver-armored priest and untied the ropes of the crew.

"Viscount Francis, today is actually just an anti-terrorist exercise organized by us without authorization, and it scares you."

The Silverarmored Priest apologized to Francis.

"Are you intimidating me?"

Viscount Francis was silent for a moment and said.

He suspected that he didn't understand the other party's black words too much.

"No, we never do anything to intimidate others, I just want to remind Lord Viscount through my actions that someone wants this accident to be true. If I had approached you directly and told you about it, I am sure you would not have been able to believe what I had said with peace of mind, so I beg your pardon if I had tried to do it a little more drasticly. ”

The Silverarmored Priest handed Viscount Francis a copy of the voyage along with the logbook he had opened, as if he had just been certain of one thing.

Viscount Francis glanced at the contents of the document and roughly knew where the sailing itinerary revealing his itinerary came from.

also knew which person in the city gave this itinerary and wanted to harm him.

"I wasn't sure if it would be a piece of incriminating evidence, but now that I'm sure of it, I can give it to you as a gift, and that's our sincerity."

The Silverarmored Priest said with a smile.

“…… I won't take it as your kindness. ”

Viscount Francis didn't know what the other party was up to.

But this itinerary is enough to be used as evidence in the provincial court.

"It's okay, we'll get a glimpse of what we're all about, and that's just the beginning."

With these words, the silver-armored priest took a group of silver-robed men to the viscount and left.

“……”

Only Viscount Francis was left standing on the deck, slightly dazed.

The crew hugged and cheered as if they had survived the disaster, but Viscount Francis was slow to relax.

"Mistress Francis, I'm very sorry."

The guard came to his side and said guiltily.

"It's not your responsibility, these cultists are too strong, and I almost got involved."

Viscount Francis was on a cane, and seemed to be a little stiff at the waist.

He couldn't figure out what the resurrection group was up to.

It's really as the other side said.

Is it a drill?

Or is it ...... Do you have someone to help you?

Viscount Francis shook his head, took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette.

……

In this way, the merchant ship sailed for hours on the calm sea.

It was about five o'clock in the afternoon.

The sky begins to be dyed in spectacular colors by the sunset, pale oranges, violets and pale pinks as the sun slowly sinks, leaving the last golden afterglow on the horizon.

The sea is also softened by the sunset, sparkling as if studded with countless diamonds.

The paint on the hull had peeled off a little, making it look a little older, but it added a touch of retro charm, and the sailors on board finally looked at the distant coastline as if they were about to finish their work.

Merchant ships are slowly approaching a quiet town dock.

Inside the wide cabin.

Since Ranch didn't have any luggage, he quickly left his room after receiving a friendly reminder from the crew and walked down the hallway to the exit where he could wait to go up the gangway to the dock.

I saw that Viscount Francis and his secretary were already waiting here.

After saying hello to Lanch, Viscount Francis still had no shelves as before, and invited Lanchi to go back to the Lord's Mansion with him later.

"Let's stay in our Lord's Mansion room tonight."

Viscount Francis, with his cane, said to Ranch.

For tutors hired from other places, the previous treatment was the same as room accommodation.

It's just that most of them only stayed for a few days before leaving.

There were even some teachers who were in a hurry, and wanted to punish Zestila, so they started to do it directly, but they ended up with burns or corona and sent to the doctor.

The brown-haired, green-eyed young man seemed quite gentle, and should at least not be provoked by his daughter, who ended up with a conflict and was injured.

"Thank you, Lord Viscount."

Ranch smiled and thanked.

"Mr. Rocky, did you know what happened on the ship?"

Francis was silent for a moment, glanced at Ranch beside him, and then asked.

"The boat stopped for a while in the morning, but nothing seemed to happen."

Ranch thought back, stating how he felt in his room.

Although as soon as the ship stopped, Boss Cat used telekinetic 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 Boss Cat that the situation was not so urgent, so he chose to use the [Long Live Friendship Worm] to send the Silver Armored Priest down, instead of directly using [Beautiful Note] to turn the entire ship into a ghost ship, and immediately appeared in person to save the Viscount.

"That's it."

Seeing Lanch's natural ignorance, Viscount Francis quickly dispelled his doubts.

It's true that I'm getting older and thinking too much about myself.

It can't be that the Silverarmored Priest had bad intentions at first, and after going down to the deck to see this young man, he was moved by his conversation.

Thinking about this kind of ridiculous thing, it is better to pray to the goddess that this scholar from the southern continent can stand his undisciplined daughter a little.

(End of chapter)