"Priestess Brown, is it because of a storm on the way back that the ship hasn't entered the harbor yet?"

Watching the hands glide quietly across the eleventh compartment, gradually changing from orange to golden, Viscount Mars de Mena put the alchemical pocket watch with the tulip back into his arms, reached out to cover his gaze, looked up at the rare gloomy sky, and then turned his head slightly impatiently to look at the old man behind him wearing the badge of the Queen of the Storm.

As a seaside city, fishing is one of the main sources of income in the Bay of Biscay, in addition to the seagoing trade, and whaling not only brings a lot of gold, but is also a weather vane in the hearts of all the inhabitants of the Bay of Biscay.

However, the queen of the sea and the storm undoubtedly favored these large and strong whales more than the humans who lived on land, although the annual whaling was promised by the god, but the world knew that the heart of the queen was not as broad as the sea but was fickle, raging like a storm, if the captains and sailors were blinded by greed for a moment and accidentally caught more than the number set by the god, who knows if these whaling ships would sink in the waves of the storm, you must know that thirty percent of these ships are hung in the name of the Mena family。

"Ignorant mortals. ”

Hearing the slightest suspicion in the tone of the Viscount, Priest Brown said with disdain in his heart, because of the nature of the gods and doctrines, most of the priests after the storm god have a violent personality, if they were young, they would have to throw a storm and thunder and lightning in the face of this viscount with this question, but after fifty years in the temple, Priest Brown has learned to slowly restrain the fire in his chest, at least it will not be easily shown on his face.

Closing his eyes and praying silently in his heart, Priest Brown opened his eyes, pointed his hand forward, and spat out a faint sentence: "The Queen of God has shown me that they have returned safely under the guidance of my Lord." ”

As if to bear witness to the old priest's words, the thick fog that had hovered over the sea since the early morning suddenly dissipated, revealing dozens of whaling ships that looked like hills in the distance amid the cheers around them.

After a quick sweep, roughly comparing the number with the number before going to sea, Viscount Maas's anxious mood instantly calmed down, a smile appeared on his face, he got up and raised his right hand towards the residents who were in cheers, and waved a few times with majesty in his demeanor, and a message had been quietly sent out when he wiped the Mithril ring inlaid with red gems in his left hand.

Relying on the magical power of great magic, since the magic smelting furnace was invented and placed on the whaling ship, there is no longer a need to hunt whales and drag them back to the port for dismemberment and refinement as they did decades ago, but can be processed directly on the ship, so no one knows how much this year's harvest will be until the final return of each whaling season, but in any case, the loss this time is obviously less than usual.

Although Viscount Mars was extremely talented in handling affairs, and kept the fiefdom in good order, making the Mena family prosperous day by day, he was more and more able to feel the untouchable boundary between the Mena family and those old nobles that seemed to never be broken, so that he pinned his hopes for the family's true prominence on a pair of sons and daughters who could break through the many tests and successfully enter the Royal Academy of the Imperial Capital.

The Knight Academy has cultivated countless brave generals, and the Royal Academy of Magic is known as the cradle of golden magicians, not to mention the high tuition fees, the magic materials used for experiments, weapons and equipment, and the cost of communication are even more bottomless, although the Mena family relies on the income of the Bay of Biscay is not low, but as a hundred years of newly sealed nobles, the accumulation of heritage is far inferior to those old nobles, plus the unique magic materials on the whale that many magicians can't ask for, this viscount can't wait for the harvest this time, and he can't even wait for a moment。

It's just that what surprised him was that it was not just the family mage Joseph who he was familiar with, who should have enjoyed his old age in peace, but still wanted to fight for a breakthrough before he died, but there were three figures.

Priest Brown has been immersed in Shinto for decades, and his strength is far stronger than that of Viscount Mena, and this celebration is held to sacrifice the Storm God, so he who presides over this ceremony is naturally far more profound than Viscount Mena.

Involuntarily took a step forward, the wrinkles on his face stretched, and his cloudy eyes instantly became deep and clear, in the eyes of Priest Brown, except for the old mage holding a staff in the middle, although the momentum released by the two figures on the left and right was not very strong, but it was as vast as the sea when carefully explored, and there was no bottom to see, especially the girl on the left side whose skin was as delicate and white as cow's milk and looked weak, made him tremble from mind to body, as if facing an adult dragon。

"Gold, it must be gold!"

Brown priest muttered to himself, he would not be so surprised by the gold-level powerhouse alone, but the priesthood of the storm god queen contains the word storm, and her priest naturally has an indescribable sensitivity to the flow of the wind, compared to the magicians who manipulate the elements to fly in the air, these two people look like they are taking a leisurely walk without a little excess energy fluctuation escaping, and the young man on the left seems to be one with the wind, if it weren't for the naked eye, he would almost think that it was empty, and this kind of control was even for him, the priest of the storm god, to sigh to himself。

Fortunately, there was a calm in his soul, and the great god queen did not send a warning, which showed that the two strong men were not hostile, so he quickly turned his attention to other aspects.

As a priest, what he sees is far closer to the essence than ordinary people, even if others are well-maintained, their appearance is not much different from when they were young, and when they are old, they always inevitably exude an indescribable dull and decaying aura that even unseen mortals can clearly feel, but this pair of men and women has a fresh vitality in their bones, although he does not believe in the goddess of life, but he also knows that this indicates that the life journey of these two people has just begun, and there are still a lot of years to be consumed。

If they weren't immortals like elves, then they would undoubtedly be even more terrifying, they would enter the gold rank at the age of twenty or so, and they would be the most outstanding geniuses no matter where they were placed on the mainland, and maybe there would be a chance or two of them becoming the legendary powerhouses chanted in the mouth of the bard.

Although the Bay of Biscay had been built for less than a hundred years, and the focus of the Storm Temple had never shifted from the shore to the land, he should have heard of such a character anyway.

He was even more curious about how these two promising geniuses could appear on these whaling ships.

It didn't last long for this question to be answered.

A cyan light and shadow fell heavily in front of Viscount Maas, and Magician Joseph pressed his right hand on his chest, bent down slightly, coughed hard, and took the lead in speaking: "Lord Viscount, Mr. Fusheng Chen is a bard who went out to collect wind, and this Miss Ao is a companion who traveled with him, thanks to the help of the two of them, we were able to hunt the Neptune whale that broke through to the silver rank this time." ”

"Bard?"

Viscount Mars keenly grasped these words, and only then did he notice that the young man was not equipped with any weapons, but only a quiet woodpole tied with a red rope around his waist, and a few holes were faintly exposed.

But that's not the point, unlike the orthodox professions of magicians, knights, and swordsmen, in addition to the shabby goods who can't afford to pay the expensive study fees, a lot of them can't bear the hard work of tempering their bodies, polishing their martial arts, and they don't have much talent in magic, just to show their aristocratic temperament in front of those young ladies and ladies, it can be said that the future is doomed.

After all, although the bard seems to be able to master spells in addition to using martial arts, everything is commonplace, and there are only a handful of truly powerful bards in the human race, but the young man in front of him is obviously an exception.

"Even if it has just broken through, the strength of the Neptune Whale in the ocean should not be much inferior to the silver high-level. ”

Thinking of this, Viscount Maas, who was mediocre in magic but considered himself to have a decent level of vision and experience, perked up, gently pushed the alchemy glasses on the bridge of his nose, and carefully examined the bard.

A rare black hair with a blue sheen is the best proof of some inhuman blood in the body, and there are no such weapons as the short bow, long and short sword, or cane commonly used by the bards.

"Huh, how is this possible?!"

Viscount Mars subconsciously moved his gaze to the familiar Joseph, there was no failure, the third energy level of life aura, but why did this bard show that he was only slightly stronger than ordinary people, but far from the level that a professional should have.

"Could it be that he has some magical equipment on him that evades detection?"

Viscount Maas turned his eyes back again, and there were no bracelets, rings, necklaces, or pendants on the wrists, fingers, and necks, which were the most common places, but he was just wearing a robe that looked very soft and precious in texture, and the neat lines on it were like well-groomed fields, not like printing and dyeing, not like weaving and embroidery, but living in general, indescribably elegant, and pressed down on his body, the precious Northland white bear skin.

As for the white-clothed girl next to her, the long knife in the other party's arms had already clearly indicated her warrior profession, far less curious than this Mr. Chen's bard. As for why such a girl who seemed to have a noble temperament, why she chose such a path, it was ignored intentionally or unintentionally by Viscount Mars, who was far less powerful than the Brown priests.

"People in this world will have such magical powers of one or two hands to cultivate qi. ”

Sensing a fluctuation of vitality swept through his body, Chen Fusheng, who had already received the lessons from Master Joseph, smiled secretly, slightly leaked a breath or two to interrupt the power of detection, landed on his feet steadily, and seriously felt the feeling of steadfastness that he had not felt for a long time under his feet, Chen Fusheng sighed secretly, and then raised his fist to his chest like Joseph Magician, gave a salute, with a sincere and bright smile on his face, and sent out a greeting across the two worlds in the language of this side: "It should be Fusheng · Chen thanked him, without the help of Master Joseph, our first trip would have ended in the belly of a fish, may the great goddess of life bless the generous and selfless Mena family to prosper forever to this day, and may the Viscount allow us two brothers and sisters to spend a few days here for a few days to make repairs. ”