Pleasant looked up at the sky crossing
"Seagull" didn't think about it any more.
"Bringing two people together for precise teleportation takes a lot of energy. Do you still have enough magic power?" Plisson said to Miller.
"The consumption is indeed quite large, but I can barely sustain it." Miller raised his hand, and silver-white particles condensed around him again.
"There's no need to force it. It's late at night now. We can wait until dawn and take the boat there." Plisson looked at Miller who looked quite struggling and stopped his spell-casting movements.
"Is that so... It doesn't hurt to rest for a while." Miller glanced at the young Onai, nodded and agreed to Pleasant's request for a rest. Pleasant led Miller into an empty room, and then followed O'Nei. Nye walked onto the deck.
"Captain, who is this man? He looks so fierce." Plisson turned his head and glanced at the closed door, sighing: "A poor man."... The morning of the second day, Pleasant got up early, but this time he did not go to Onai's room, nor to Miller's room. Instead, he came to the boat of Albany Tax Collector Frickros.
The young captain also got up very early. He stood on the deck, his pupils showing a faint golden color, as if he could radiate the brilliance of gold.
"Mr. Frickros, there is a business here and I wonder if you are willing to discuss it." Plisson said with a smile towards Frickros.
"Business? I wonder what kind of business you want to do with me, sir?" Flickros said with the same smile.
"I want to buy the smallest cargo ship in your fleet. I don't need the cargo, just the ship. At the same time, I wonder if you have the new phonograph from Albany? If so, I want one too."
"Oh, sir, this is not a good business. You also know that I am just the person in charge of transportation. The owner of these ships is Mr. Gerend. Even if I want to trade, I have to consider him. ....."
"I paid three times the market price."
"Deal." Flickros suddenly changed his words, and the natural change of words and expressions made even Pleasant feel ashamed.
Pleasant, who owns 088, knows very well that tax officers are a legendary profession in the field of greed and wealth. They do not lack anything else. They only lack one thing, the general equivalent, which is money.
Casting various spells in the field of wealth requires money, whether it is a medium or a magic circle, so the tax collectors are both the richest and the most short of money.
Although a small cargo ship cannot be sold for much, who can refuse to earn twice the market price for nothing?
Moreover, the technology in Albany has long been updated and iterated, and the number of fleets still using traditional sails is now very small. Most of the fleets have switched to steamships or even Zeppelin airships.
It's just that those ships with traditional sails can come in handy when you need to cross some special areas.
"Happy transaction." After bidding farewell to the kind Mr. Frickros, Pleasant brought his new gramophone to the cabin of his newly purchased small cargo ship.
Pleasant put down the gramophone and raised his hand. A large amount of packaged bread and meat products occupied most of the cabin.
This is the reserve food in the eternal core of his existence. If it is displayed intuitively before his eyes, even a small part is very amazing.
Pleasant raised his hand again, and the stacked clothes appeared on the other side. Pleasant returned to the Ink Crow, knocked on Miller's door, and then led him to the cargo ship.
"The small cargo ship you want, as well as food and clothing, as well as a new gramophone, are all ready for you." Pleasant showed Miller his preparations.
This was his second-hand preparation. After all, he couldn't guarantee that Onai's divine power could cure General Penny. At that time, he would have to exchange Miller's previous request for the divine fragments.
Miller's eyes widened. He looked at the food piled up in front of him. He was stunned for a while and then said, "Isn't this...this...the quantity a little wrong?"
"Is it less? It shouldn't be. How about I add more?"
"It's not less. The food you put in...is several times more than what I asked for."
"Um...I don't have a scale, so I'll naturally put as much as I can. Anyway, the divine fragments are precious enough, so I won't be at a disadvantage."
"Thank you very much. Even if the ability of Miss God's Favored One cannot cure Penny, we will give you the divine fragments." Miller thanked her.
"Yeah." Plisson nodded. Plissen asked Miller to stay in the hold of the cargo ship, and arranged for Hecate and Namie to come over to help.
There is Moya on board the Black Crow, and as the ship spirit, she can allow the Black Crow to sail freely. But if an ordinary cargo ship wants to sail, it can't do it without a crew.
Under the surprised gazes of many captains, the Black Crow and the small cargo ship sailed into the depths of Seagull Channel together.
"Is this... a life-threatening situation?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's really urgent and I want to take a chance."
"Hopefully they don't run into that evil spirit that's wandering around here."
"Hey, there are going to be a few more innocent undead in this Seagull Gap." Amidst the laughter or pitiful sighs of the captains, Flickros looked at the Ink Crow in the distance, as if he had something to say. think.
He calmly took out a gray-black feather from his sleeve, and then muttered a few words in a low voice.
"Tell Mr. Gerende of Onse Street what happened here." Frickros placed a gold coin at the root of the feather, and then the gray-black feather turned into a crow with golden pupils.
"Squeak." The crow chirped a few times, then flapped its wings and flew toward the depths of Seagull Gap.
..... A few hours later, Miller and Pleasant arrived on the old ship.
"Captain, you are finally back." On the deck of the old ship, a dozen men wearing worn leather armor or old-fashioned military uniforms waved to Miller.
"They were all the elites of Penny's subordinate troops and the White Ou Knights. They are also the last dozen or so people who have been following Penny so far." Miller looked at the people on the deck, and his stern face gradually revealed smile.
"When I boarded the ship before that..."
"At that time, we were all fishing in the deepest part of Gull Gap, and only Penny stayed on the boat. However, in order to prevent any accidents late at night, Hoxha and I rushed back before 12 o'clock." Miller explained,
"I'll get on the boat first and explain to them your purpose of coming to avoid any further misunderstandings. You can go directly to the cabin with Miss God's Favored One, and Penny's side... I'll leave it to you."
"We will do our best." Plisson nodded. After Miller boarded the ship first, he took Onai onto the old ship and went straight to the cabin at the bottom.
"Captain, what are we going to do?"
"Help a sister and use your divine power to see if you can cure her illness." Plisson replied.
Plissen took Onai all the way to the cabin at the bottom. In that small room, a blond woman in a white dress was sitting quietly on a chair with her head lowered, as if waiting for their arrival.
Penny seemed to hear the footsteps of Pleasant and Onai entering the cabin. She raised her head in response and showed a beautiful smile to Pleasant and Onai.
Pleasant looked at Penny who was sitting quietly. After removing the chains and shackles and putting on formal clothes, the woman known as the Sapphire Princess seemed to be like a gem, shining brightly and exuding an intoxicating brilliance.
It was difficult for him to identify the woman who was as beautiful and delicate as a flower in front of him with the rumored madman from Jolsa. The only thing that seemed to match them was the pair of blue eyes unique to the Jolsa people.
"Captain, captain, is she the sick sister? She is so beautiful." Onai pulled the corner of Pleasant's clothes.
"Well, use your divine power on her and see if you can cure her." Plisson nodded.
"What disease does this sister have?"
"It's similar to what I had before. A malignant divine influence. This influence classified her mind as that of a young child. Your purification should be able to have an effect on this malignant divine influence."
"Then let me give it a try." Onai approached Penny and greeted Penny politely.
"Hello sister, I'm a doctor and I'm here to treat you."
"Ah...uh-huh." Penny's eyes stayed on Onai's body, her lips parted slightly, but it was difficult to make a sound.
"Onai, she is mute." Plisson explained.
"Ah, then this sister is so pitiful. Not only does she think like a child, but she can't even speak." Onai held Penny's outstretched hand distressedly.
"Sister, don't be afraid, I will cure you." Penny seemed to understand what Onai said this time. She put her other hand on Onai's little hand and nodded with a smile.
Onai took a deep breath, and the light green light spread from her palm and passed to Penny's hand.
"Purification." Under the light of the light green light, Penny's body trembled slightly, her lips opened slightly, and the mute words she spat out became slightly coherent at this moment, and she could barely form a sentence. A complete sentence.
"It hurts...I hurt so much."
"Don't...don't look at me."
"Noisy...you are too noisy."
"Don't laugh anymore, don't laugh anymore!" Penny's beautiful face became distorted at this moment. She covered her head in pain and repeated words with unclear meaning.
In Pleasant's field of vision after unfolding the Root Eye, faint divine particles still remained. They surrounded Penny's body, and the speed of their up and down swings greatly increased.
Onai's divine power failed to remove the malignant divine influence on Penny, but instead made the remaining divine particles more restless.
However, Onai's purification was not useless at all. At least now Penny's voice was no longer hoarse, and she was able to spit out complete sentences.
It's just that under the current situation, this doesn't seem to be a good thing.
