nagpurpolice Chapter 330 Night Talk
Chapter 330 Night Talk
Chapter 330 Night Talk
During the conversation, Airland casually mentioned the White Agate's route, and then brought up Bansi: "Originally, we would have three ports of call before arriving at the capital of the Roside Islands, but because Bansi Port is not yet fully repaired, we will go directly to Tiana Port after passing Damir Port. This is a journey of nearly four days, during which I will not see a trace of land."
"It's a very nice port, with remnants of elven customs and famous local delicacies."
The little boy, Denton, who was drinking sweet iced tea, immediately chimed in, "I know! My father mentioned before we left that he was originally planning to take us there for a meal!"
Donna, the older sister, nodded in agreement: "I heard there's a very famous local restaurant where all the tourists who have been there dine."
"It's a pity we can't eat it this time. I wonder if that port will be repaired by the next time we pass by."
"What a pity, I was really looking forward to experiencing the elven customs there."
Klein echoed the sentiment with a sigh, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards Sirion.
Then he noticed that Captain Ellan seemed to be glancing at Sirion, intentionally or unintentionally, as if observing and being wary.
Did they recognize him?
That makes sense. How could a captain who spends so much time at sea not recognize a wanted criminal with a bounty of tens of thousands of pounds on his head?
Perhaps when the ship docks at Damir Port, local fine collectors will board to check the gas meter.
Not necessarily. Captain Erland might prefer that he disembark quietly upon arrival, maintaining an unspoken understanding that neither of them knows the other.
Ignoring the subtle scrutiny, Cyril looked at Ellan and asked thoughtfully, "Captain Ellan, will the White Agate pass near Bansie Island?"
Airland immediately shook his head and replied, "No."
"The Storm Church has stationed people in that sea area, and no one is allowed to get close. At most, you can only see the general shape of the island from afar."
"This doesn't seem like normal port maintenance," said Crivus, a former adventurer and now a bodyguard, thoughtfully.
Cyril casually chimed in, "It's probably a large-scale gas leak that puts that area of the sea at risk of ignition."
"Are you right?"
"Hmm..." Klein paused for a moment, then nodded, "Probably..."
The two's perfunctory yet inexplicably serious conversation caused everyone else around the round table to fall silent for a moment.
Airland took a sip of his drink and suddenly asked, "Mr. Randolph, are you still planning to visit that island?"
Cyril nodded: "If I have the chance, I'd like to finish what the Church of Storms didn't do last time."
With that "conqueror" characteristic, Tobias, who can barely unleash the power of Sequence 1, might be able to kill the corrupted original body.
Of course, it's also possible that he gets contaminated again, thus giving away both lives and equipment.
As his thoughts wandered, he heard Ellan abruptly change the subject: "Before this voyage began, I received news about changes to the official bounty."
He paused, and seeing everyone looking at him, he said, "The official Luen government has increased the bounty on the 'Mysterious Queen.' Now, in Luen alone, her bounty has reached an astonishing 200 million pounds!"
"200 million pounds!"
"My God, that's the biggest number I've ever heard, Donna."
"That means you weren't paying attention in class again."
"The 'Mysterious Queen,' one of the Four Pirate Kings?"
Airland nodded slightly: "Yes."
The little boy, Denton, asked curiously, "Uncle Crivus, what are the Four Kings of Pirates? The four most powerful pirates?"
Crivus showed great patience with his employer's child: "You can understand it that way."
"They are the most powerful and dangerous beings on the high seas."
"If you can try to fight back against ordinary pirates with advanced cannons and firearms, then you can only pray that the pirate king is only after money and will not harm your life."
"They are so powerful that even the Storm Church, the most powerful maritime force, has to acknowledge their kingly status."
"Wow, that's amazing..." the little boy Denton exclaimed softly.
The older sister sitting next to me corrected me, "It's really dangerous!"
During the conversation, several crew members brought a large ceramic platter containing fish-human meat cooked by the chef to the round table.
As a sea breeze swept by, an alluring aroma immediately filled everyone's nostrils, causing their throats to throb and their lips to involuntarily produce saliva.
Erland raised his glass and offered the most common toast on the high seas: "A beautiful night, may the storm be with us!"
Cyril raised his glass and clinked it with the other person's, smiling, "May the storm stay far away from me."
Erlan smiled, not minding the impolite reply; in fact, he thought the other person's words were quite sincere.
An adventurer and part-time bounty hunter wanted by the Church of Storms, he genuinely hoped that the storms would stay away from him.
"Cheers to a wonderful night!"
Driven by the enthusiasm of the two children, the atmosphere quickly became lively. Everyone drank, enjoyed the food, and chatted about various rumors and stories from the sea.
Sir Ryan leaned back in his chair, listening quietly, when suddenly his inspiration struck.
At the same time, a folded piece of paper fell out of thin air in front of him and was caught by him.
Across the round table, Klein, who was drinking sweet iced tea, suddenly shivered, as if he had been targeted by something terrifying, his spiritual intuition screaming wildly.
It seemed as if a surging wave would rise at any moment, sinking the White Agate and him to the bottom of the sea.
Noticing Klein's unusual behavior, Sirion lowered his gaze, and a phantom, constantly turning book appeared in his eyes.
The next second, a warm force spread out and merged into the sea breeze, giving the originally cold sea breeze a touch of warmth.
The warm sea breeze dispelled the fear and brought warmth and peace of mind.
This is his previous record of "immune phobia".
Ellan turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on Sirien. The White Agate was under his jurisdiction, and he had naturally noticed the obvious spiritual fluctuations just now, but he didn't know what Sirien was doing.
...There was a power belonging to the solar realm in that warmth, which seemed to be immune to fear, or the solar halo.
Did something happen that I didn't notice, forcing him to take action?
Denton and Donna didn't pay any attention, only feeling that the surroundings were a bit warmer.
Crivus and the other bodyguard looked at the grill on the other side, wondering if the sea breeze was blowing the heat from there.
Klein let out a soft breath. After the fear brought on by the blatant and undisguised malice and the warning from his spiritual intuition subsided, he was finally able to adjust his emotions and state of mind.
Cyril put down his glass and said apologetically, "Erdena was cursed not long ago and isn't feeling too well right now."
Klein: —;
Erdfana, is that the messenger's name?
Not in good shape? Then how come you were able to target me so precisely?
Klein didn't quite believe this explanation; he clearly remembered that the last time the other party's messenger delivered a letter to him, it was also with great malice.
This time it wasn't a letter being delivered to me, and there were so many people around, so why was I the only one being targeted?
He suspected that this was Cyril's perverse sense of humor, or that there was something about him that the messenger found offensive and annoying.
When Crevis saw the letter that had appeared in Cyril's hand, which he didn't know had appeared out of nowhere, and the curse he had mentioned in his words, along with the inexplicable warmth he had felt earlier, he suddenly realized something, and his pupils contracted slightly.
As a former adventurer at sea, he had some knowledge of the extraordinary.
He immediately realized that Cyril was a member of that magical and powerful group.
...Besides him, there should be another person with extraordinary power present. His seemingly random words were an explanation to that person.
But is it Captain Ellan, or that novice adventurer who has just set sail?
After some thought, he narrowed down his choice of another extraordinary individual to Ellan.
A person who can serve as a captain must have extraordinary abilities, such as possessing extraordinary powers that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Captain Ellan himself had a similar thought to him, feeling that he was being explained to, but he hadn't noticed the influence that Erdfana had on him.
...The Erdfana he mentioned had become incredibly powerful, and it was only a few ordinary people who were affected, which is why I didn't notice.
Suddenly, he received several letters. The so-called Erdfana was likely a messenger in mysticism, a strange and powerful spirit creature.
Given his demonstrated abilities, it's not impossible for him to have his own occult messenger.
Denton and Donna looked at each other for a moment, unsure who Cyril had been talking to, but intrigued by the curse he had mentioned.
However, seeing that everyone suddenly fell silent, they also remained silent.
In the ensuing silence, each lost in their own thoughts, Sirion began to read the letter.
It was a letter Triss sent him. She mentioned that she had already digested a lot of her "Pleasure Witch" potion and wanted to get clues about the next sequence from him in advance.
...The recipe for the next sequence, perfect, it'll give her something to do. There are some things witches are better at.
Given Triss's previous experiences, she should be able to digest the potion quickly during the "pain" phase.
As he pondered, he lightly rubbed his fingers across the letter.
Crimson flames erupted instantly, and in less than two seconds, the letter turned to ashes in his hand, scattering into the blowing sea breeze.
"Wow! That's amazing, is that magic?"
Denton, noticing this, immediately cheered.
Cyril glanced at him sideways, then nodded. "Yes, are you going to cooperate with my performance?"
"May I?"
Denton's face lit up with excitement, and his eyes sparkled.
Cyril smiled and nodded. "Do you prefer hot sweet iced tea, or sweet iced tea with ice?"
"With ice!"
"Then hand me your cup."
"good!"
Denton responded and quickly handed him his half-finished sweet iced tea.
After taking the glass, Sirion gently shook it. As the pale red liquid swirled, a clinking sound rang out inside the glass, and a layer of cold white mist condensed on the glass.
After receiving his sweet iced tea from Sirion, Denton couldn't wait to take a sip: "Mmm...so icy!"
Cyril then looked at Donna and asked with a smile, "Do you need it iced or hot?"
"It's hot!"
After accepting the cup from the other person, Xireen lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on a phantom book that kept turning the pages.
In his hand, a clear and bright pale golden flame shone from the gently swirling glass of sweet iced tea.
Klein's eyes widened slightly upon seeing this:
How can you drink hot sweet iced tea? Donna, you're a heretic!
No, it should be, what kind of brain circuitry is this to think of using "the fire of light" to heat up sweet iced tea?
Soon, a warm and comforting sweet iced tea, or what should now be called sweet hot tea, was placed in front of Donna.
She quickly took a sip as well, then widened her eyes and said, "It really is hot, not scalding, just like the temperature of hot spring water."
"How amazing!"
Crivus and his companion looked at Cyril hesitantly, but ultimately both chose to remain silent.
They recognized Cyril, but since he showed no malice, they decided to pretend they knew nothing.
The bounty on the other party has exceeded that of many pirate generals, whose bounties are so high because they have an entire pirate crew, but Randolph Carter was alone from beginning to end.
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