Heavy rain also enveloped Maple Leaf Town.
In the cemetery of the temple area of Premus Church, Bishop Marius stood in the rain, swaying gently with the flickering clouds, like a bird trying to control its body in the strong wind. .
His cross-shaped pupils looked very scattered and shaking.
Just now, the crow he controlled clearly saw how Schlieman avoided the wind plane. This also made him more convinced that Schlieman was the one to find the sacred relics.
He is now controlling the crow to swoop down from the clouds and head straight to Acorn Town below.
Here, he personally felt the horror of the stroke in Schliemann's words.
The originally flexible crow's body was no longer light, as if there was a force pressing down on its body.
During the descent, Marius saw the crashed spaceship in the forest through the crow's eyes. It was burning with blazing fire and billowing smoke, a veritable picture of disaster.
The rain wetted the crow's feathers, making Marius' control even more difficult.
The crow flew into the town and landed on the bell tower of Primus Church in Acorn Town.
It stood there, looking around, and finally saw the target it was looking for at the end of the corridor.
It was a black door. It slid over and pecked at the door with its beak, making a sound.
The door was opened, and the creaking sound was drowned in the rumbling thunder.
An old man's figure was drawn in the flickering candlelight. He was wearing a hood, and his face, hands and feet were hidden under a large gray robe.
He bent down, took the wet crow in his hands, turned around and closed the door.
This is a small and closed room. Like Marius's room, it has no windows and is filled with various books and scriptures.
The only difference is the half bottle of wine on the table.
The man stared at the crow placed on the table and spoke an obscure ancient language.
"My brother, if you don't carry out your plan to collect the holy remains, how come you have time to come to this remote corner of my house?"
The crow shook the water off its feathers and stared at the person in front of it. Its strange cross pupils slowly expanded. Then, it spoke, also speaking the obscure ancient language.
"Dinel, my brother, of course I came to you for business."
Dienel smiled, like Marius, like a few bubbles emerging from the swamp.
"Business? I'm different from you. Studying scriptures is my business."
As he spoke, he stretched out the curled tentacles in his sleeves and wrapped them around the wine bottle, taking a few sips.
"You don't have to belittle yourself, everything we do is for the resurrection of Father God, there is no distinction between high and low.
And without your thousands of years of study, we would never be able to determine the location of the holy remains. "
Dienel laughed again, this time he laughed crazily and hysterically.
"I am also a child of Father God! I am also qualified to welcome the return of the Holy Relic!
You only recovered one holy relic and won the Archbishop's praise. I gave you nine clues! Why didn't he say a word? Am I unworthy of the Father’s gaze? ! "
After a brief silence, the crow spoke again.
"Then Brother Diniel, do you want to go and greet the holy body in person?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense?"
"Then it's just right. In the last operation, Schliemann von Ardenna, the only one who brought the holy remains back to the mainland island, is about to arrive in Acorn Town. You have to seize the opportunity."
Dienel was trembling all over. After a short silence, he threw himself at the round table, stared at the dark crow, and asked in disbelief: "Is this true? Are you willing to give me the opportunity to welcome the holy body?" "
"Dinel, my brother... everything I do is not to attract Father God's attention, but to save Father God!
Although glory is important in my eyes, it is nothing compared to the great cause of saving God the Father! You are also the son of God the Father, don’t you think so too? "
Dienel sat in the chair, his shoulders slumped, and the half bottle of wine hung down, shaking.
"Okay, Brother Diniel, don't let the degenerate filth created by mankind stain your noble soul anymore. Listen to me, I have a plan..."
Dienel let go of his hand and the bottle fell to the ground and shattered.
He leaned forward and listened carefully to every syllable that came from the crow's mouth.
Schliemann was above the thunderstorm clouds. Even though he knew that Acorn Town was below him, he still did not dare to let the Crescent lower its altitude.
He stared at the clouds and directed the Crescent to avoid streaks of lightning.
When the thunderstorm clouds moved away by themselves, it was already two o'clock in the morning of the next day. All the crew members were exhausted and carried out Schliemann's last order and descended to the port.
During the descent, they saw the tragic scene in the Acorn Town airport.
In the deep blue sea below the airport berth area, there are the crashed wreckage of at least ten flying ships.
Those flying ships that did not have time to take off to avoid the sinking wind tore off the wooden plank of the berth and were carried by the strong wind and fell into the blue sea.
In the blue sea one thousand meters below Acorn Town, the wailing sounds coming from the wreckage area were tragic and heartbreaking.
They drift into people's ears, like the long whispers of the blue sea.
In the distance, there are two tall smoke pillars on the edge of Acorn Town. They are the crash sites caused by the wind pressure of the flying ship that did not escape in time and was slapped on the ground.
The Crescent slowly landed, and the crew gathered on both sides of the spacecraft, looking at the tragic scenes, and gasped.
The airport could no longer dock, so Schliemann chose a wasteland on the outskirts of the town, shot out two steel anchors, and guided the Crescent to land steadily on the ground.
The exhausted crew members returned to work without any time to rest.
There is so much work to do.
The crisis in the thunderstorm cloud consumed too much feather energy, and it had to be recharged in order to complete this long voyage.
Supplies for eating, drinking and sleeping need to be replenished, mechanic Connie needs to dig a hole in the stern of the boat, and the metal objects that have been dismantled on the deck need to be purchased again.
There is also the crew member that I have always wanted to recruit but never had time to recruit.
The crew members were in groups, some received the money and walked to Acorn Town, and some made gestures at Connie's drawings.
The first mate Hilpeter was going to the Acorn Town Chamber of Commerce to recruit crew members. He changed out of the clothes he had sweated just now and there were five or six people dressed up.
Schliemann went back to his captain's cabin and continued to draw circles on his chart.
Everyone was busy, and no one paid attention to the crow parked on the Crescent's observation deck.
It looked down at the busy crowd with its dark, strange cross-pupil eyes, spotted Hilpeter and his party, flapped its wings, and chased after them.
The Chamber of Commerce in Acorn Town is much smaller than that in Maple Leaf Town, but even so, the place is still bustling with people.
They interacted with each other in small groups.
Some looked angry and complained loudly about the losses caused to his caravan by the extreme weather.
Some of them had stern eyebrows and were exchanging useful business information in a low voice.
Some were distracted, huddled in their chairs, staring at the empty wine glasses in front of them.
These helpless people are the crew members of the lost flying ship.
Hilpeter walked to the notice board with a large painted face. Behind the crossed-out names of the flying ships on it were the large amounts of lost cargo.
Those that have not been crossed out are the flying ships that have not yet returned.
People know that whether they can return home is entirely left to God's will.
Hilpeter did not erase the crossed-out names of the flying ships. Instead, he found a small corner and asked his companion who could write to write down the information and specific requirements for recruiting crew members.
Then, he turned to look at the crowd and stamped on the floor with a skill necessary for a first mate, making a rhythmic tapping sound. This is a signal on the flying ship for the crew to stay alert.
Feeling eyes focused on him, Hilpeter cleared his throat.
"The Crescent is recruiting a crew member. The specific requirements are here. We will set sail on time at ten o'clock. The purpose of the voyage is to explore the airspace northwest of the mainland island."
After hearing Hill Peter's words, the few glances he cast towards him also dimmed. He smiled and found an empty table to sit down.
He understood that even the crew members who lost the merchant ship did not want to explore any new airspace.
Because the caravan gives a lot of money, each crew member can also get a share of the profits from transporting the goods.
After all, running a flying ship is an extremely risky profession, and every crew member wants high returns.
Even so, Hillpeter was still confident of recruiting crew members, because Schliemann always paid them more money than the caravan's dividends.
The reason why he didn't say it directly was because he wanted someone to go to the notice board and see it for themselves.
After all, his captain Schliemann once said that they are explorers, and even the basic crew must have a minimum spirit of exploration. The reward is a reward for the spirit of exploration, and should not be an inducement to stimulate the spirit of exploration.
For Hilpeter, who grew up on the Lost Island, the captain was the sun that opened his life's path.
He worshiped Schliemann just like he worshiped the sun god he believed in. Although his captain sometimes muttered to the sun, this did not affect his worship of him.
In Hilpeter's eyes, Schliemann and the sun have many qualities in common, the most obvious of which is that just as the sun hangs above people's heads and looks down at everything, Schliemann is also looking for a place to return every day. Work hard every moment.
Looking at the young man holding the brim of his hat and approaching the notice board, Hilpeter pulled his thoughts back and observed carefully.
He was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old who was not tall. Although he had a beard, the mustache was too loose and soft. It failed to add masculinity to him, and instead gave him a sickly feeling.
Hilpeter did not think highly of this young man, not because of his mustache, but because he was too young.
He didn't have time to train a crew from scratch.
The young man turned around and asked a few questions to the member of the Chamber of Commerce who was chatting beside him. The man pointed in the direction of Hill Peter, and their eyes met.
Hilpeter could see the embarrassment and nervousness of the young man. He deliberately lowered his head and played with the pipe, leaving the young man time to adjust his mentality.
"Hello, my name is Jimmy Leod, and I'm here to apply for a job as a crew member."
Hilpeter looked at Jimmy in front of him and patted the other man's arm apologetically.
"Sorry kid, we need a seasoned crew."
Even though Jimmy blushed, he still seemed unwilling to give up.
"I am a Liusai man and have lived on a flying ship since I was a child!"
Hilpeter was surprised. He had heard of the Liusai people. They were a group of people who made their home on flying boats and did small business while traveling.
Their small spacecraft can often be seen moving slowly at low altitude inside the mainland island.
"Jimmy, our voyage is not going back and forth on the Valance continental island. There are dangers everywhere above the blue sea."
"I can do it! I can control the auxiliary sail, know how to maintain the power machine, and know how to improve the feather control valve to make the lift of the flying boat produce precise changes in a short time...
You can test me, but you can’t say I’m a coward. We Liusai people are born to deal with air currents, and no one is afraid of high altitudes! "
