The Crescent climbed to a great height to avoid being discovered by the locals.
To raise, you need to add feather air into the air bag, and to lower, you need to remove the feather air from the air bag.
This method of consuming feather energy puzzled Apton, but after learning from the previous lesson, he did not dare to ask him face to face.
With Hilpeter's series of orders and the methodical cooperation of the crew, the Crescent lowered to a height that was almost close to the tree canopy.
Hilpeter remembered seeing a piece of bare woodland nearby before landing, but after descending from altitude, he could not find the piece of bare woodland.
Schliemann wiped his face and pointed to the corner of the porthole without glass. The sparse tree crown made Hilpeter suddenly realize.
The rest is easy.
Get close to the landing point, shoot the steel spear, land, furl the auxiliary sail, and simply camouflage.
On the deck, Walter looked into the depths of the woods with a solemn expression.
He glanced at Ampton on the bridge, drew his sword and pointed in a direction. Ampton nodded slightly, and then Walter rushed out under Schlieman's gaze.
This was the deck of the flying ship four meters above the ground. Walter just disappeared on the deck, leaving faint rustling sounds in the canopy of trees nearby.
Schliemann glanced at Apton and joked rather playfully: "You can let such a powerful guard move freely. It seems that you are not an easy king."
Ampton smiled and said, "I just trust you enough."
Schliemann also smiled. He knew how much this was enough.
"Then what did he do?"
"He sensed someone in that direction."
The crew was busy, but Schliemann and Ampton stood on the bow of the ship and looked in the direction where Walter disappeared.
The ladder was lowered and the crew began to explore the surroundings and set up sentry posts.
Hilpeter walked up to Schliemann, whispered a few words in a low voice, and took the leather bag containing the leaf-shaped pendant from Schliemann's hand.
"Be sure to use it after confirming his abnormality. This thing is not without any side effects."
Hilpeter nodded, put the leather bag away and turned to leave.
On the side, Apton didn't intend to ask too much. In fact, he knew that it should be the leaf-shaped pendant that his father said he should pay special attention to.
A sudden scream came from the forest, and Ampton set up an arbor and looked in that direction.
"Probably caught it."
Schliemann also looked in that direction, but he couldn't see anything due to the thick branches.
"Captain, can I ask you a question?"
Schliemann nodded.
"Why do we use such a wasteful landing method? If there is no feather energy here, wouldn't we be trapped here?"
Schliemann sighed and said: “Once we discovered an empty island and made great fanfare when we landed, but we were regarded as gods by the local residents.
I don’t know what religion they believe in... Anyway, they plan to eat us to gain the power of God.
We had no choice but to tell them over and over again that we were not gods, but they remained unmoved.
At that time, the Crescent's supply had completely bottomed out. Just like now, we could only fight back in the face of the locals' fanatical attacks, but this also ruined our idea of completing the supply through normal means. "
"Ah? What happened next? How did you complete the supplies?"
"hehe……
Later, we discovered that the root of the problem lay in the weird religious system on the island, so I sent my elite to find those fat-headed priests hiding in the temple, tied them up, and forced them to give orders to the people.
This is bad, we can't really eradicate the religion that spreads heresy, that's because we will always leave the island.
Sure enough, when we passed by the island again a year later and wanted to go to the island for supplies, their religion evolved into a completely new version, but they still maintained a fierce xenophobic attitude.
Where theocracy exists, the people are easily manipulated, and the few who hold religious power have changed their ways and returned to their dominant position.
We don’t know how far ahead we have to go before we encounter the next empty island that can be replenished. Therefore, in order to prevent what I mentioned above from happening on this island, we have to quietly establish a supply point. "
Ampton nodded silently, just as he had done on the Via de Valance.
In replacing Chel and maintaining the throne of the royal family, the Pasch family had the great help of the Primus Cult.
Even the first Pasch king Nalan ascended the throne under the coronation of Archbishop Premus.
The Sun God Cult that Chel relied on to maintain the royal family was too gentle. They failed to detect, warn and help their king before the king they supported was in danger.
Therefore, this kind of Sun Cult declined along with the royal family, and became a pitiful sect that could only silently hold blessing ceremonies in secret rooms.
Walter's swaying figure appeared in the bushes, and he was carrying a young boy on his shoulders. The boy's limbs were hanging down, as if he had lost consciousness.
Schliemann and Ampton went down to the ground. They looked at the boy who was placed on the ground. The boy was dressed in brown coarse cloth with dirty white edges on the collar, cuffs and hem.
In Schliemann's view, this was characteristic of European clothing in the thirteenth century.
"There was also a girl with a backpack, she ran away..."
Schliemann was extremely surprised: "Ah? Who can escape from your hands?"
"She is very familiar with this forest. After jumping into the water, no one was there..."
Apton didn't care about the girl who ran away. He squatted down and touched the boy's neck, then patted the boy's cheek, and the boy woke up leisurely.
He quickly remembered what he had just encountered, and sat up and looked warily at the people in front of him and the huge ship behind them.
"What's your name? Do you understand it?"
Schliemann knelt down and tried to maintain eye-level communication with the other party.
"Who are you?! Where is my sister! What did you do to my sister?"
"Calm down, calm down... We don't plan to do anything to you, we just want to inquire about some things."
The boy kept arguing until Walter slapped him.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Schliemann pushed Walter away, and Ampton pulled Walter aside and glared at him.
"I apologize for what my companion did. That's it. We came from the outside. You know the outside, right? It's... it's..."
"Outside? Are you devils then?"
Seeing that the young man was getting excited again, Schliemann quickly comforted him. After seeing that it had no effect, he thought of a way.
He took off his coat, revealing the muscles of a strong man.
"Look, I am a human being just like you..."
Although the boy no longer yelled at the devil, he was still nervous when facing strangers, especially the stranger who had just slapped him.
“Hey, relax kid.
I just want to ask you a few questions, and after I'm done I'll let you go, okay? "
The young man stared at Schliemann hesitantly for a while and nodded.
"What's the name of this place?"
"Antlers County."
"Where's that city to the east?"
"Antlers City."
"What about this mountain forest?"
"Antlers Mountain."
Schliemann was a little speechless. He asked patiently: "Does this empty island have a name?"
The young man looked confused, obviously he didn't understand what Schliemann meant.
"Does this kingdom have a name?"
"This is the Kingdom of Hisoka, and the king is Hisoka...well...the forty-first generation."
Schliemann was a little surprised. The inheritance of the forty-first generation shows that the political power here is quite stable.
"Do you have any religion here?"
"Yes, Hector's Cult."
Perhaps seeing Schliemann's flash of disgust, the young man felt for the first time the common ground between them.
"Do you also hate the Hector Cult?"
Schliemann shrugged and said: "In fact, I hate all theistic religions...
So kids, can you tell me about your cult of Hector? "
The young man frowned, and just as he was about to speak, a scream came from the deep forest.
Several people looked in that direction and found a crew member lying on the ground. His teammates were standing in front of him, watching the surroundings vigilantly.
More crew members were added in that direction, Hillpeter among them.
However, they searched the nearby tall bushes and found nothing.
"what happened?"
Hilpeter did not answer Schliemann's question directly, but handed over a stone.
This stone is as big as half an egg and is relatively rounded. At first glance, it looks like a carefully selected throwing object.
Schliemann glanced at the boy with his lips pursed, and said, "Did your sister throw this away?"
The young man was silent for a long time, and suddenly said firmly: "You have to promise not to hurt my sister, otherwise I will never answer your next question."
Schliemann smiled awkwardly and said, "Who wants you to die..."
After he finished speaking, he waved to Hill Peter: "Let it go."
Walter looked at Schliemann in confusion, and then at Hampton. After seeing that Hampton had no objection, he closed his mouth and stepped aside.
On the other hand, Hilpeter couldn't help but ask questions.
"Why let it go?"
"Who asked him to arrest the person? We were just asking for directions. This made...
If we don't let him go, will his sister continue to throw stones at us? "
Hilpeter shrugged, pulled the boy up and patted him on the back.
"Let's go, our captain has already said something, why don't you run away quickly?"
The young man couldn't believe it. He scratched his head and said to Schlieman: "My name is Ram, Ram Holman."
Schliemann nodded: "My name is Schliemann von Ardenna, and I am the captain of this flying ship."
There was some curiosity on Ram's face. He tilted his head and looked at the Crescent behind Schliemann, and asked: "Flying ship? Can it fly?"
"certainly."
Suddenly there was a low sound of breaking through the air, and Hilpeter on the side stretched out his hand in front of Schliemann like lightning, and firmly grabbed the flying stone.
He stared into the depths of the tall shrubs, and with a push of his hand, the stone broke into several pieces.
