Even though he knew that Apton could solve the problem of the Crescent being banned from sailing, Schliemann's anger still burst out uncontrollably.
Although he was extremely angry in his heart, under the influence of the leaf pendant, the expression on his face was extremely pious, like an innocent student looking forward to the teacher's questions.
In the eyes of the guards, he was like a lost stranger, smiling harmlessly towards them.
However, when Schliemann got closer, they discovered that this man was not harmless at all.
Facing the guard who had no sense of danger, Schliemann grabbed the gap between the guard's waist and turned around. With a flick, the poor guard was thrown directly from the berth area hanging outside the airport into the mud at the airport gate. on the road.
The distance of nearly fifty meters was enough for the guard to realize what had happened to him, and he began to scream for a long time.
The other four guards had different expressions.
Some looked at the direction in which their companions were thrown, dumbfounded; some held their heads and screamed in pain, as if he was the one who suffered the heavy blow; some drew their swords and backed away nervously as Schliemann approached.
There was a smart one among them. He ran away, but the wooden plank road in the berth area was not very wide. He was swung in the face by Schliemann's arm, and his whole figure was like a spinning stick after tumbling several times in the air. , and fell heavily on the plank road.
"Don't come any closer! We are under the orders of the town mayor, Count Publich, to guard this illegal flying ship..."
Before the guard finished speaking, Schliemann's big hand stretched out. The guard slashed with his sword, but Schliemann's hand wearing a chainmail glove held him firmly.
He stretched out a finger of his right hand and struck the sword's spine. There was a crisp sound, and all that was left in the guard's hand was the hilt.
"Go back and tell your count that I originally planned to see Priest Ullian, but now I have changed my mind.
You can go away now. "
Schliemann said, walking towards the chain that locked the Crescent, ignoring the guards who rolled and crawled away behind him.
He swung the half of the sword to slash at the chain, but after a crisp sound, the half of the sword broke again, leaving only a shallow gap in the chain.
Schliemann frowned, grabbed the chain with both hands, and after a squeaking metal sound, he straightened the thick chain link on his wrist, broke into several pieces with a crash, and fell into the blue sea below the berth.
The crew of the Crescent made a gap in the side of the ship, and Hilpeter quickly reported the current situation of the Crescent to the captain who boarded the ship.
"No replenishment of feather energy? What has Connie been doing these days?"
The short Connie emerged from the crowd with an aggrieved look on his face.
"Captain, we were trapped here on the third day of docking. The batch of feather gas we ordered is now detained in the port warehouse."
Schliemann exhaled and took out his homemade musket that should not belong to this era from his belt and handed it to Hillpeter.
"Take a few people to bring our feather energy."
There were no merchants and sailors watching the excitement around, and there were no guards either. Hilpeter and the others looked like a group of bullied farmers who had gone crazy, huffing and puffing towards the port with the short weapons they usually used to deal with sky pirates. Office ran over.
In the berth area on the other side, Schliemann saw Vivian carrying a money box. He waved, and Vivian quickly ran towards the other side of the Crescent.
"Tell Mr. Apton that the problem with the Crescent has been resolved. We will meet at the airport in Acorn Town at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
Vivian nodded. She couldn't see a trace of anger on Schlieman's face, only that weird piety and smile.
She handed the money box to Schlieman and asked uneasily: "Uh...is this okay? After all, he belongs to the earl..."
"It's okay, just change port and dock. It's not the first time."
There was a loud noise, and Vivian instinctively shrank her neck. Schliemann looked in the direction of the airport office. A group of people poured out of it and fled in all directions.
Vivian pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Schliemann, let your men stop. You have to trust Mr. Apton. He is capable of solving these problems."
"I believe that Ampton has this ability, but he cannot expect others to defend his own bottom line."
Vivian looked at the airport office and saw a carriage parked at the door. Several people were loading gas tanks into the car. She jumped up as if she remembered something.
"Mr. Schliemann, I'm leaving! I want to convey your words to Mr. Apton before he goes to Linyan Town..."
The sound followed her farther and farther, and finally disappeared in the direction where the carriage stopped.
The work of replenishing the Crescent's feathers was quickly completed. A pile of replaced air tanks were piled on the berth. The buoyancy of the Crescent has been adjusted and it is ready to go at any time.
The kerosene fuel for the voyage was bought by Connie himself on the day of docking. Along with the fuel, he brought aboard the ship, along with an incomprehensible pile of strange parts that he had newly built in the blacksmith shop.
Connie, who was convinced that the captain was capable of solving this problem, was not as anxious as Hillpeter. During the few days when the Crescent was controlled at the airport, Connie completed the installation and debugging of his design.
He was eager to drill a hole in the stern of the ship to create a jetting position for the stamping equipment he invented.
"Let's put this matter aside for now and talk about it later when we get to Acorn Town."
After Schliemann finished speaking, he gave the order to set sail. He stood on the port side of the Crescent and looked at the Maple Leaf Town airport that was about to leave, filled with emotions.
Because he knew that even if Ampton defeated the mayor of the town, Ulian, the priest of Primus Church, would come up with other ways to restrict his departure from the port, unless he could agree to Ulian's unsolicited request.
Schliemann could guess that request, and it must be related to what he brought back last time.
Just as the Crescent was about to leave its berth, a galloping two-horse carriage stopped on the streets of the airport, and two people appeared in Schliemann's field of vision.
One is Count Publich with a sword on his waist, and the other is the theocratic priest Ullian in a gray cloth robe.
Publich walked quickly to the berth, waving to the Crescent as he walked.
"If you dare to run away, I will submit a wanted application to the king! Come back! You lawless commoner!"
Different from Publich's anxious expression, Ulien stared at Schliemann standing proudly on the side of the ship. He knew that Schliemann was saying no with actions.
He sighed and turned around to get into the carriage.
Publich was like a barking teddy dog. When he saw that the owner behind him was no longer there, he immediately stopped and got back into the carriage.
"Should we send the flying ship guard to chase him?"
Ullian closed his eyes and drooped the corners of his mouth. Publich closed his mouth knowingly and ordered the carriage to go to the Temple of Premus.
Ullian returned to the temple with a heavy face. Schliemann's rejection did not leave him any room to turn around, which made him unbelievable.
Since he converted to the embrace of God Premus at the age of seven, except for those church brothers who taught him, he has never tasted the feeling of being rejected by ordinary people.
He gritted his teeth and walked through the hall. Apart from the fear of punishment for the bishop, the rest was filled with resentment towards Schliemann.
"How dare you, a mortal, disobey God's will!?"
Walking through the corridor and towards the cemetery hut, Ulien's hatred for Schliemann gradually faded, because what he had to face next was the bishop's wrath.
He knocked on the door anxiously, and after a vague "Please come in" sound like bubbles emerging from the swamp, he opened the door.
"Dear brother Ullian, the best news you bring this time is good news."
Marius was studying an ancient book by the dim candlelight. When he heard his words, Ullian forced a smile on his lips.
"Your Majesty Bishop, Schliemann...he has left the port."
"Oh?" Marius closed the ancient book and raised his face hidden in the shadow of the cloak to look at Ullian, who quickly lowered his head.
"So, he accepted the mission assigned to him by God?"
"Uh...no, actually I didn't get to see him at all..."
Silence spread in the dark cabin. Along with Marius's deep breathing, Ullian could even feel the bishop's eyes squirming on him. The squirming eyes seemed to be trying to find a gap to get into and peek. own inner thoughts.
This sense of inspection made Ullian tremble all over and break out in cold sweat. His knees softened and he knelt on the ground with a plop.
With a long sigh, Ullian felt his whole body relax, and the squirming sight all over his body disappeared.
"It's not entirely your fault...
There is such a group of people in the world, they are born blasphemers, but it happens that this blasphemer has the knowledge that God needs...
Since you have unwavering loyalty to God, go down. "
Ullian quickly stood up and was about to leave, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said as if he remembered something: "The Crescent did not replenish food and water supplies when it left the port, so I guess he should go first. We will dock at the nearest port for repairs.”
Marius stood up and nodded towards Ullian, who immediately bowed and left.
After Ullian left, Marius stood silent for a long time. In the shadow of the cloak, something seemed to be crawling. They were like violent leeches, twisting, waving, and entangled.
"Useless things."
He came to the bookshelf, picked up a crow statue on the bookshelf and placed it in the center of the table.
Then, he took out a knife and cut off one of the tentacles sticking out of his sleeves.
Black blood flowed out, and he used the broken tentacle to draw a magic circle on the table.
It was a magic circle with the theme of nested six-pointed stars. On the periphery of the six-pointed star, a circle gradually formed. Complex symbols and evil signs surrounded the circle, making the entire magic circle look extremely weird.
As Marius murmured, in this dark room, a strange magic circle made of black blood was activated.
It raised wisps of black smoke, which snaked upward like twisted tentacles.
Immediately afterwards, a mysterious force pulled the black smoke towards the center of the magic circle. The black smoke tentacles twisted and entangled with the crow statue, completely covering the crow statue in an instant.
As Marius finished speaking in French, the magic circle completely disappeared, and those black smoke-like tentacle coefficients penetrated into the interior of the crow statue, as if they originally came from there.
"Wake up, my child."
As if hearing Marius' call, the crow statue flapped its wings and stood up with difficulty.
Its eyes with cross pupils still had fine tentacles exposed. It blinked a few times and those tentacles retracted.
"Go and find Schliemann von Ardenna."
