"Sil Peter, I am researching some clues at Mr. John Lorenz's estate. From the moment I saw this note, you have been the first mate of the Crescent.
I want you to be prepared to set sail within a week. This will be a long-distance and large-scale voyage exploration. I already have a general direction.
Recruiting a crew member to take over Pato's work, he told mechanic Connie that whatever new thing he was tinkering with should either be completed before setting sail, or stop now without delaying the Crescent's overhaul work. "
Seeing the captain's signature, Hilpeter scratched his eyebrows and looked at the person delivering the letter.
Although the girl was dressed like a servant, her clothes were very straight, clean and without patches.
Hilpeter was also a master at recognizing people, and he immediately understood that the other party was a servant of a wealthy family.
"Sir, do you want to reply?"
Hilpeter was stunned for a moment, as if there was an electric current in his eyes.
"Uh... let's just say that the crew chief Hilpeter has received the captain's order."
If possible, Hilpeter hopes to write a reply, so that he can at least keep this lovely girl by his side for a while. He can read, but can write few words.
The girl nodded, and the swaying hair on her forehead and her serious eyes completely aroused Hilpeter's admiration.
"anything else?"
"Yes, yes... Well, tell our captain that Ullian, the priest of Primus Church, has come to see him twice."
"Okay, I will convey it to Mr. Schliemann word for word."
Seeing that the girl was about to leave, Hilpeter sighed. In order to see the girl again, he came up with a way.
"Please, girl, please ask our captain what conditions the newly recruited crew must meet."
The girl nodded, as if she had read Hilpeter's thoughts, smiled, stepped on the gangway, and carefully left the Crescent.
Several heads popped up from all over the Crescent, from behind the boxes stacked on the deck, from the open entrances of the cabins, and even from the cracks in the doors of the superstructure of the spacecraft.
"The captain is recruiting people for your use. What conditions do you want to ask the captain for? Well..."
"This guy is all about picking up girls."
"What's going on? You didn't let off enough heat at the bar yesterday, did you?"
"..."
The ridicule of the crew made Hilpeter feel awkward. He coughed twice and stepped on the deck, making a banging sound with a special frequency that the first mate used when summoning the crew.
"Stop jabbering and gather together quickly. I'm the first mate now. What's wrong? I want you to make irresponsible remarks about picking up a girl?"
On the flying ship, there was a strict hierarchy. As soon as the assembly order was given, the crew put away their playful smiles and stood in a row.
Hilpeter didn't want to get into trouble with the new official by hanging out with his brothers every day. He really wanted to assign a mission.
Now the crew members on the Crescent Moon returned from having enough fun yesterday, and those who didn't have enough fun are still scattered in the bars of Maple Leaf Town, at the market, or in the soft arms of some woman.
Just after he dispersed the only four or five people under his hands, his eyes fell on a figure wearing a coarse gray robe next to the berth.
After looking at the dispersed crew members for a while, the figure hurriedly ran up the gangway, stood in front of Hilpeter, and took off his hood.
Seeing Ullian's face, Hilpeter felt annoyed. He had many things to do and had no time to listen to the indoctrination of the priest.
"Are you setting sail? Where are you going? Where is Schliemann? I want to see your captain."
Several questions came out in quick succession, but Hilpeter only answered one of them.
"Our captain is not here."
Ullian's expression changed from stunned to a little angry. Even the mayor of Maple Leaf Town was polite to him as a priest of the Primus Church, but a flying ship captain who was running around dared to show him off. All day long.
Without saying a word, he started to rush into the captain's room. Hilpeter pressed Ullian's shoulders, causing the gray-haired faculty member to stagger.
As a rough guy who believes in the Sun God Cult, Hillpeter has no psychological burden at all against the clergy who block the Primus Cult. He cannot let people break into the captain's cabin on his first day as first mate. residence.
He pulled his face away, stared into Ullian's eyes and said, "What do you want to do?"
"I warn you in the name of God Primus, don't block God's messenger!"
Hilpeter frowned. The reason why he believed in the mild Sun God Cult was because the people of the Premus God Cult always brought out their gods.
"I said, the captain is not here. If you don't believe it, you can ask your omniscient god."
Hilpeter's words were more effective than his iron-like hands. Ullian turned around slowly, his face ashen.
"I'll ask!"
After saying these words, Ullian left the Crescent.
Looking at his back, Hilpeter clicked his tongue.
"This man has prayed too much, he must have gone crazy..."
In the main building of the manor, Ampton was sitting on the sofa in the main hall in a daze.
The sudden influx of memories was becoming clearer little by little, and he could even recall the warm touch of his father's kiss on his mother's lips under the big maple tree.
There was a sound of light footsteps, and he looked in the direction of the sound. It was Vivian who had gone out to deliver a letter to Schliemann and was back.
"master."
Ampton nodded and motioned to Vivian to dispense with that useless etiquette.
"The first mate of the Crescent sent a message back to Mr. Schliemann. In addition to responding to the order, he also said that Ullian, the priest of the Primus Church, had twice tried to visit Mr. Schliemann."
When he heard the word Primus Cult, Apton frowned.
The memories of the ancestors are very vague, but they seem to be instinctively reminding Ampton to be wary of the Primus Cult.
Seeing Apton's frown, Vivian continued: "Master, I haven't sent the message to Mr. Schliemann yet. Do you want to hide this matter?"
Apton raised his hand and said, "There's no need. Just go ahead and convey the message to Schliemann intact, and call Walter over by the way."
Not long after Vivian left, an extremely thin-looking man walked in. He seemed to be someone's shadow, silent and difficult to detect.
"Master, are you looking for me?"
It wasn't until he spoke in a haggard accent that he noticed his arrival.
"How powerful is the Primus Cult in Maple Leaf Town?"
Walter straightened up slightly, as if he was very sure of his next words.
"It's very large, Master. Their followers are all over Maple Leaf Town, and several high-level officials in the Chamber of Commerce are also their loyal followers. Not only that, I'm afraid even the mayor and the judge are already theirs."
Apton snorted coldly. The collusive political and religious system has resurfaced. This is the social state he hates the most.
"Urian, the priest of Primus Church, has met with Schliemann twice. I want you to find out Ulian's purpose before they meet."
Walter bowed deeply, and with the low and dry "As you wish", Walter disappeared into the hall, as if he had never appeared here.
Schliemann in the study felt helpless about Ullian's two requests to see him, and now he began to regret his dealings with Ullian.
As a captain, he knew exactly what would happen if he didn't meet Ullian.
Either his flying boat license will be revoked, or the people under him will be imprisoned for some shit that usually no one cares about.
But Schliemann was worried about what tasks he would assign him again after meeting Ullian.
Pato's death was vivid in his mind, and he really didn't want to have anything to do with these weird things.
He pulled out a piece of paper, and the pen tip rested on the paper for a long time, so that the ink soaked out a point.
Finally he sighed and wrote:
"Dear Priest Ullian, I am temporarily unable to meet with you due to some personal matters, please forgive me.
I predict that in five days I will have sorted things out enough to make time for a temple visit.
Schliemann von Ardenne. "
After writing the letter, he called Vivian to send the letter to the Temple of Premus.
Schliemann was a person who made a decision and would not worry about it again. He got into work so quickly that he was not aware of the arrival of Apton.
And Apton has completely lost the excitement he felt when he first met Schliemann. He is now like his father, quietly watching the scholar-like Schliemann sometimes frowning, sometimes writing furiously, and sometimes suddenly enlightened.
He was confused about his own changes. With many other people's memories in his mind, he didn't even know if he was still himself.
But one thing is certain, dozens of generations of downtrodden royal family, father, and even his own determination to restore the royal power have been superimposed together, and it has now become indestructible.
After Ulian encountered a setback on the Crescent, he changed his strategy. He must first control the Crescent so that it could not leave the port, forcing Schliemann to come out to see him.
He gathered his mood and walked into the castle of the Earl's mayor's house with a righteous look on his face.
As a devout believer in Premus, the town mayor Publich summoned the whole family to stand in a row in the castle hall, as if to welcome the coming of divine grace.
After Ullian gave everyone a brief blessing, he walked straight towards the study, as if he were in his own temple, without any formality.
Publich, who followed Ulian in, closed the study door tightly and sat opposite Ulian.
"Master Priest, you didn't send someone to say hello before you came. Look, I haven't prepared anything."
Ullian half-opened his eyes and clasped his hands, as if he was meditating.
"The god Primus and his agents will visit any believer at any time, so be pious at all times, Publich."
Publich was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and stopped talking.
After a long moment of silence, Ullian spoke slowly: "I need you to revoke the license of a flying ship. That flying ship is called Crescent, and its owner is Schliemann von Ardenna."
