When Vivian caught up with Apton's carriage, it was already past noon.
She handed the horses over to Walter who was driving the car, got into the carriage of Ampton, and gave Ampton an exact description of everything she saw at the airport.
"I didn't expect that this Schliemann is still a guy with outstanding combat capabilities..."
"No, sir, I always feel that's not normal.
The iron chain, which was as thick as my wrist, was torn off with brute force. Not to mention how much strength it required, he didn't even take a breath after doing all this. "
Ampton touched the corners of his mouth. At this time, he had safely accepted the habitual actions from his father.
"What an amazing guy..."
After pondering for a while, Ampton knocked on the window of the carriage. Walter opened the door and looked directly into his master's eyes, like a loyal dog waiting for orders.
"Change destination and go to Acorn Town."
Before Walter could speak, Vivian expressed her opinion in surprise.
"Master, can't we go back and make preparations? Once we complete the purpose of this trip, it's time to kill Schliemann. If we go now..."
"The original plan was for Walter and I to participate in this operation. Besides, with it, I am confident that I can defeat all enemies."
Ampton said, holding the hilt of the sword.
This was his father John's sword. His father's unparalleled swordsmanship was tumbling in his mind. He felt inexplicably excited about the inevitable battle with Schliemann.
He suppressed this emotion, and now he knew clearly that it was his father's emotion, which was exactly the same as the feeling that would keep churning in his heart every time he saw his mother, Omo.
"But...I didn't bring anything..."
Ampton glanced at Walter, the two looked at each other, and both looked at Vivian.
"You were not included in this plan. Besides, you have to go to Linyan Formation to inform Marquis Gilly Palmsey to cancel this visit."
Ampton took over Walter's words and continued: "Walter is a Lane man and has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. What can you do if you follow him?"
Vivian glanced at Apton, lowered her head with her lips pursed, and hummed a sentence in a voice that seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.
"I want to be with the one I love."
Ampton glanced at Walter, who was gradually blushing next to him, and suddenly realized.
But he still shook his head firmly: "No, even if we successfully retrieve the Heart of Glory this time, we will still need troops to restore the throne. I can't risk the chess game set by more than ten generations of royal family.
Go to Linyan Town honestly and don't be rude to Marquis Gilly Palmsey. "
Vivian raised her head. She didn't know whether it was because of shame or anger after being rejected. Her face was red and her eyes were stubborn.
"Before you come back, is this the last task you gave me?"
Apton nodded, and Vivian rushed out of the carriage, grabbed the reins of the sorrel horse from Walter's hand, got on the horse, and drove away in the direction of Linyan Town.
Schliemann stood in the cockpit for a long time. It was not until he was sure that Maple Leaf Town did not send a flying ship guard to pursue him that he breathed a sigh of relief. After giving instructions on the route, he headed to the captain's cabin.
He couldn't wait to open the navigation chart condensed from his five years of sailing experience, marked the directions one by one according to the clues, and plotted the route to find the place of return.
He was busy for a long time until the first mate Hilpeter brought dinner to him.
Schliemann continued to fiddle with his charts without raising his head.
"When we arrive at Acorn Town, we will immediately replenish food and fresh water. We have to set off tomorrow morning."
Hilpeter was stunned for a moment and said quickly: "That...the crew to replace Pato hasn't been recruited yet...it's not even in time."
Schliemann exhaled a dull breath and said, "Hurry up and recruit people as soon as you get to the place. Just accept those with one year of sailing experience."
Hilpeter responded and turned to leave. Schliemann stopped him and threw him a money bag.
"Listen, if this goes well, I will leave directly. The Crescent Moon will be yours by then. You must take good care of it."
Hilpeter was the old man on the ship, and he naturally knew what Schliemann had been looking for for a long time.
He nodded, as if to encourage Schliemann and said, "Well, then wish us good luck."
After Hilpeter left, Schliemann stared blankly at the large blank area delineated on the navigation map.
Logically speaking, based on the Crescent's supply limit, it would be impossible to reach the area directly.
During this period, he must discover new empty islands as much as possible to serve as a springboard for his voyage.
It would be fine if these empty islands were inhabited, but it would be troublesome if they were deserted empty islands.
While he was meditating on countermeasures, a feeling of being spied on emerged. He turned around to look, but found nothing.
In the past five years, he has encountered a lot of strange things in this world, and now he has every reason to rely on his intuition.
He slowly rolled up the navigation chart, glanced around, and finally found a crow in the corner of his bookshelf.
The crow was huddled between two books, shrinking as if in extreme fear, its dark cross-pupil eyes staring at Schliemann unblinkingly.
Schliemann thought the crow's eyes were disgusting. He picked up the crow, opened the hatch and threw it out. When he looked up, he saw rolling dark clouds.
This dark cloud came from the west of the Valance continent, blocking the Crescent's route to Acorn Town.
He came to the cab and watched Hill Peter issue orders in an orderly manner. He stood by with satisfaction, holding his shoulders and watching the Crescent sailing below the clouds.
But as they approached the rolling thundercloud, Schliemann realized the danger.
The dark clouds were like billowing cloud walls coming from the ground.
He held Hilpeter's shoulders and shouted into the intercom: "Connie! Climb!"
"Why, Captain?!"
"The front is the wind section!"
No one knew what Schliemann was talking about, but they knew what dangers there were above the clouds.
Even so, everyone still carried out Schliemann's orders with solemn expressions.
"Tell Bach to come down from the watchtower! Those who don't have specific work to do go up to the deck and dismantle all the metal parts! Throw away the ones that can be thrown away, and put the ones that can't be thrown away in the cargo hold on the first floor!"
The crew got busy and started banging on the deck. Fortunately, the Crescent used mostly wooden structures, and they finally did everything well before reaching the thunderstorm cloud.
When it first came into contact with the thunderstorm cloud area, the Crescent's hull shook violently and its altitude began to drop rapidly. This was what Schliemann was afraid of, the wind section with downdrafts.
Fortunately, the Crescent Moon's airbags were filled with plume gas, and the sinking trend was quickly stopped. The Crescent Moon began to climb, and finally broke through the thunderstorm clouds and reached the sky above the clouds.
The light here is thousands of miles away, and the thunderstorm clouds look like rolling black oceans.
Huge lightning bolts shot out from the thunderstorm clouds, striking straight in the direction of the sun. They were like limbs stretching out from the dark clouds, trying to touch the sun in a weird posture.
And this is the danger that the crew is afraid of.
In this world, all lightning does not fall to the ground, but points to the supreme sun, like the world's wanton accusations against this uncrowned god.
The Crescent trudged forward amid the dazzling huge flashes of light, constantly avoiding them.
It seemed to be in the whirlpool of the battle between two giant gods, being blown by the divine power emitted during the fierce battle between the two sides.
Schliemann grasped the armrest and felt the airflow stirring the hull of the ship, and issued orders one after another.
The crew did not hesitate. At this time, they had given up thinking and were willing to become Schliemann's arms, faithfully executing Schliemann's orders.
Because they know that the captain who has repeatedly performed miracles will lead them through the crisis this time.
Below the thunderstorm clouds, on a muddy business road, a carriage pulled by two black horses was galloping.
It was raining heavily, Walter held the reins, and kept wiping the rainwater flowing down his face with his other hand.
He couldn't let the heavy rain delay his trip. As a royal guard, asking his master to abide by the time agreement was to defend the dignity of his master's royal family.
The light was very dark, and Walter even felt like he was staying in a cellar, but the raging wind around him and the howling they blew through the branches showed that the direction of this trip was correct.
He prayed silently in his heart and tried to control the horse that was about to run wild.
In the sky, there were bursts of hazy flashes in the clouds, like flickering candles, providing weak light for Walter's progress. However, these lights were swallowed up by the ruthless rainstorm and hardly helped.
A carriage parked on the side of the road appeared in his field of vision. Walter pulled the reins sharply, and the two horses neighed, barely avoiding the carriage that occupied most of the business road.
He cursed and looked back, and found that the horse and driver of the carriage had disappeared. It was at this time that he turned around and saw Ampton slamming the window.
The rain was so loud that he couldn't hear clearly what his master said several times in a row until the master yelled out the words in a voice that was almost a roar.
"It doesn't matter if you want it, if you get tired, just let me do it!"
Walter has been trained to serve the royal family since he was a child. Achieving the king's goal is his ultimate creed in this life, so that any worry and concern from his master sounds to him as an accusation of his own incompetence.
He waved the reins to speed up the horses, and the two horses snorted and galloped hard.
A faint white mist evaporated from their bodies, looking like two black lightnings with white shadows, pulling the carriage through the harsh world of howling ghosts and howling wolves.
Vivian rushed into the Marquis's castle amidst the rumbling thunder. After first completing the task assigned by Apton, she declined the Marquis's kindness to stay overnight.
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, she once again mounted her chestnut horse and rushed towards the dark world outside the city wall.
The heavy rain poured on her body, soaking up her long skirt, making her heavy and bulky.
She tore off the baggage on her body, leaned as much as possible on the horse's back, and adjusted her body's center of gravity with every step of the sorrel horse's running.
The strong wind mixed with the cold rain hit her body, but her heart was as hot as fire.
She is going to chase her lover.
"I want to be the king's woman! I have this determination and consciousness!"
