Publich nodded, took out a piece of paper from his desk, scrawled a few strokes, rolled it up, sealed it with wax, and stamped it with his mayor's emblem.
He summoned his servant and asked him to deliver this order to the Sheriff of Maple Leaf Town.
After doing all this, Publich returned to sit down in front of Ulian again. He clasped his hands and circled his thumbs around each other, as if he was thinking about how to say the next words more tactfully.
"Master Priest, I told you about the castle renovation last time..."
Ullian didn't speak, still half-opening his eyes.
Publich scratched his cheek awkwardly and decided to speak frankly.
"We are short of stones in Maple Leaf Town. I mentioned this to you, and you promised me that I would have a solution."
Having made his words clear, Ullian no longer held any airs. He opened his eyes and reached out to play with the tea cup in front of him.
"I'll give you the stone-rich fief between Maple Leaf Town and Linyan Town. Is that okay?"
Publich rolled his eyes and looked at Ullian, wondering if the other party was making fun of him.
He knew that the fief was the property of Gilly Pamsi, the Marquis of Linyan Town. He was not only a Marquis, but also the princess of the entire Weidilan County.
I am a count, not to mention one level lower in title and official position, and I don't have the military power of my own like a marquis.
"That's the property of Marquis Geely. I can't snatch the glory that someone else's ancestors created from a noble..."
"Just tell me if you want it or not."
Of course Publich wanted to.
The stone produced by that fief is far greater than what he needs to repair the castle, and the remaining output will be a steady stream of wealth.
What's more, the roads, forests and other resources around the fief are extremely rich.
Publich knew that it was one thing to have a life to take it, but it was another thing to have a life to enjoy it.
He was like a mouse that had tasted cheese and groaned because the cheese in the bottle couldn't reach his mouth.
"Publich, you have to understand that kingship is granted by God, let alone a marquis."
After hearing Ullian's words, Publich slapped his thigh and completely tore off his disguise.
"The income from the fief will be divided equally between me and Lord Ullian!"
Ullian did not reply. He stood up, regained the seriousness and kindness that a clergyman should have, and walked towards the door of the study first.
Publich followed closely behind, the disguise he had just taken off was put on him again, with a face that looked like he had just been inspired by a god mixed with sudden gratitude.
Ullian returned to the temple of Primus Cult and saw a young trainee monk talking to a woman. He looked away as if in acquiescence and walked into the main hall from the side.
"Ah, Brother Ulian, you came back just in time. This lady said that she has a letter and must hand it over to you in person."
Ullian quickly turned around and looked up and down at the young woman in front of him.
"letter?"
The woman did not place the letter in Ullian's outstretched hand, but politely asked again: "Are you the priest Ullian?"
"it's me."
The other party's caution made Ullian a little impatient. He frowned and his outstretched hand shook twice.
After taking the letter, Ullian turned and left, ignoring the woman behind him calling over and over again.
He opened it as he walked, and after hastily reading the contents of the letter, he ran back.
As the priest who manages the temple area, Ullian always gives people a sense of stability and seriousness, but at this time, his few steps of running attracted the attention of people in the hall.
"Where is he?"
"You...who are you asking about?"
"Nonsense! Schliemann!"
"I don't know Schliemann. This is a letter entrusted to me by a girl. She said that if you give this letter to you, you will pay me."
Ullian's mouth twitched, he took out a few sou coins and held them in his hand.
"What does this girl look like?"
"Long hair, red, big eyes, but heavy dark circles. He wears a black hairband. He looks like a servant of a wealthy family."
Ullian had no impression of such a person at all, so he simply gave up.
Anyway, the Crescent's sailing license has been revoked. If he wants to sail, Schliemann must go to Publich to re-register. Pablo will notify him when the time comes.
Twenty minutes later, in an alley next to a tailor shop, Vivian was sitting on an empty barrel. Walter's sudden appearance startled her.
"Can you stop acting like a ghost..."
"Sorry, Vivian, I...I don't know how to not look like a ghost."
"Has the mission assigned by the master been completed?"
Walter hummed, and the sound was as soft as the creaking sound coming from the carriage axle in the distance.
"Thank you for helping me attract Ullian's attention at the temple gate."
Vivian left the barrel, dusted off the dust on her clothes, and said, "Then let's go?"
Vivian's chestnut horse was not too tall. Walter wanted to show his gentlemanly side, but his outstretched hand fell into vain. Vivian stepped on the stirrup with a sassy gesture and mounted the horse.
She looked back at Walter and said with a puzzled look: "Hurry up, you have to go back to report, I have to go back and keep an eye on Schliemann."
After saying that, she pulled the reins and the chestnut horse walked towards the entrance of the alley.
After several days of dedicated research, Schliemann had a higher understanding of the efforts of these down-and-out royal families to restore their country.
That can no longer be called persistence. Schliemann thought it would be more appropriate to use the word stubborn to describe it.
He also knew that the royal families of all generations were looking for not only a huge amount of property that could restore the country, but also a sacred object called the Heart of Glory.
Its use is not described in these classics, but Schliemann believes that this is the true goal of John's search for the spaceship fleet.
However, this purpose did not conflict with Schliemann. He stretched out and showed Apton the clues recorded in his notebook to show that he had not transcribed other sensitive content.
Apton only symbolically flipped through Schliemann's thick notebook and returned it.
"Mr. Schliemann, like my father, I have great trust in you.
It was a pity that my father could not join the search in person. He returned to his manor inland to recuperate due to a recurrence of an old illness. "
Schliemann was stunned. He had devoted himself to work these days and didn't even know that his boss was sick.
He asked about John's condition. Judging from the expression on Apton's face, he did not notice the other person's nervousness.
"Don't worry, this won't affect our operation.
Father's illness is an old one. Before leaving, he specifically asked us not to disturb your work. "
Schliemann was stunned by the tone of his voice. He had completely lost the excitement of the young boy when he first saw him. He had become very much like his father John, both in his tone of voice and in his actions.
"Then if Mr. John doesn't go with the ship, who will go with him? Doesn't the Heart of Glory require the blood of your royal family to be able to sense it at close range?"
Hearing Schliemann's words, Ampton smiled on his face and had already made up his mind to get rid of Schliemann when the matter was completed.
In the plan, there are still many steps between getting the Heart of Glory and restoring the country, and any points that might expose the plan must be eliminated.
"I'll go with you."
Apton said, carrying the prepared wooden box from the sofa to the table.
"Here are 8,000 Andadir gold coins, which are considered as advance payment. After the matter is completed..."
Schliemann counted the gold coins one by one and interrupted Apton's words.
"If we can really find the spaceship fleet, then there will be no need to pay the balance.
After you get your glorious heart and the wealth enough to restore the country, I will not return directly. I will go directly to the place of return according to the clues recorded in the book of Timothy and leave this world.
So... for your purpose, and also for our purpose, it is best that I already know all the clues I need to know.
My purpose from beginning to end was pure and not a threat to you. "
Schliemann's sudden general made Apton feel nervous.
He was sure that if it were his former self, he would be blushing by now.
Now he has the palace of John and even the kings of the past generations. He laughed, not caring about having his inner thoughts revealed, and said "oh" in a teasing way.
"You are worrying too much, I am not a threat to you...
But you are right about one thing. We do want to restore the country. You have seen the two hundred years of hard work of the royal family. There is no need for me to hide it.
But you, do you really believe that there is such a world with a brilliant starry night? "
Schliemann sighed.
People in this world are like this. Whenever they learn what kind of world they are looking for, they will sneer and ask such a question.
He did not directly answer Apton's question, but asked a question about the current world.
"Do you think our world is like the legendary turtle carrying a continent on its back?"
Although they have lost their right to rule, as a royal family, they view the world from a different perspective than ordinary people.
Apton's reflection obviously does not agree with the idea of turtles carrying the continent.
"Look, you're not even sure what your own world is like, so why are you so eager to deny the world I've seen?"
Schliemann said, packed his notebook and other odds and ends into his bag, and then said: "Okay, let's get back to business... I'm going back to the Crescent, and there are some personal matters that need to be dealt with, but we will soon It will set sail.”
"I'm afraid we won't be able to set sail today."
After hearing what Apton said, Schliemann took out his pocket watch in confusion, and the hands pointed at nine o'clock.
Crescent's first officer Hilpeter should have completed various repairs and supplies before setting sail according to his own instructions. Setting sail was just a matter of issuing an order.
"Why?"
"Because the mayor of Maple Leaf Town, Count Publich, revoked the Crescent's sailing license."
Schliemann was stunned. He knew Publich. He was a profit-seeking guy. Schliemann knew this, but Publich knew that he was an adventurer.
There is absolutely no oil or water to be gained from a flying ship that only docks at the port once every three or two months.
"Why? Why didn't Hilpeter send me a letter?"
"As far as I know, your crewmate Connie was in port trying out an unapproved flying ship device because of this."
Schliemann was stunned for a while, then quickly put his satchel on his back, looking like he was rushing back.
The reason why he was anxious was because he could still remember how the new kerosene-powered engine that Connie tinkered with last time almost burned down the Crescent.
"Don't worry yet, the Crescent is fine, and the port is fine too.
In fact, it is not difficult to solve this matter, but I need to understand your relationship with the Primus Cult beforehand. "
Schliemann felt something bad, as if he had been involved in some kind of incident.
He sat down and told Apton about the mission he had accepted from Priest Ullian, which contained clues to the place of return.
"Oh...it's exactly what I know."
Seeing Schliemann's frown, Apton then said respectfully: "Don't be nervous, I'm not worried that you won't tell the truth, I'm just worried that my unreliable subordinates will go wrong.
If that's the case, it's not like there's no room for change...
In this case, I will ask Vivian to take you back first, and I will board your flying ship before ten o'clock tomorrow morning, and we will set sail immediately. "
Having said what his boss had said, Schliemann no longer thought about the matter, but he clearly knew that the fact that the Crescent's sailing permission was revoked this time must have something to do with Priest Ullian.
He is not a child. In this world where politics and religion are integrated, he has seen too much collusion between theocracy and secular power.
Thinking of this, he didn't bother to go to Ullian and asked Vivian to drive the carriage straight to the airport.
As soon as he arrived at the airport, he saw the circle of guards surrounding the berth area and the anxious first mate Hilpeter on the deck.
The Crescent was in a very bad condition. It was locked in the berth by several chains. The side of the ship was already more than one meter lower than the berth area. It seemed that it had not been supplied by the plume air at all, and its buoyancy had dropped sharply.
The Crescent was the only vehicle for Schliemann to return to his own world, and it was also his loyal comrade-in-arms who had accompanied it for five years. Seeing its appearance, Schliemann's anger burst out.
He took out the leaf pendant and put it on his chest, took out the chain mail gloves from his bag and put them on, then walked out of the carriage with narrowed eyes.
