"So, how did Schliemann travel through the ghost fog?"
Faced with Mordisi's question, Dienel bowed slightly again.
"Brother, this answer will be complicated...because it has many reasons.
First of all, Schliemann was a very strange man with extraordinary knowledge of navigation, who claimed to be from another world and that this man was uncontrollable.
The Marius brothers of Maple Leaf tried to control him, but to no avail.
Then his ship called Crescent was more sensitive and responsive than other exploration ships.
Marius once let his clone possess the crow and sail with him for a long time. He saw the entire process of the Crescent passing through the ghost fog. When we entered the ghost fog, we tried to replicate this method, but our The boat simply couldn't do it. "
Mordisi waved his hand, his tentacles swaying randomly.
"Does it still have to be him?"
Diener said nothing because he could not think of any captain who could replace Schliemann.
"This Marius has been with Schliemann for so long, why hasn't he learned any navigation knowledge?"
"Unfortunately, my brother, Schliemann used a script that we have never seen before. These scripts are all over his charts. We cannot recognize these scripts and strange symbols."
Mordisi snorted, as if laughing at Marius's comical abilities.
"Then let Marius follow Schliemann closely and let me know when he returns to Hong Kong. I will see him in person."
Dienel sighed deeply and said: "It can't be done anymore. The clones of the Marius brothers were killed when they followed the Crescent and left the Kingdom of Sisu."
"What?! Who did it? Schliemann?"
"No, it shouldn't be. Marius said that his clone was killed the moment he heard a loud noise. Schliemann, a mortal, should not have abilities related to this. After discussion, we thought that then It was my colleague Ampton who did it.”
Mordisi stood up and looked directly at Dienel. Dienel lowered his head in fear, and the tentacles hanging from the sleeves of his robe drooped to the ground.
"The Cervisi brat! He really does have a trump card!"
Dienel lowered his head, always facing Mordisi who was pacing back and forth.
"They have to return, right? Inform the brothers in each town. Schliemann will report it immediately when he comes back!"
"yes."
After Mordisi finished speaking, he turned around and left.
"Eldest brother, where are you going?"
"I'm going to meet that Marius!"
This time, not only the archbishop came to Acorn Town, but also two palace officials, and Bronn was one of them.
The airport is not a place he often comes to. He doesn't like the clutter here, the smell of copper, and the ungentlemanly style of doing things.
He pushed up his hat and walked into the Airport Chamber of Commerce hall.
It's noisy here.
Some people are arguing about something and looking for reasons to raise the price of their goods; some people drop a money bag with a proud look and take the goods tickets handed over by the other party; some people huddle in the corner, seemingly drunk and hazy, but in fact their ears are pricked up. Listen carefully to the conversation about supply at the next table.
He sighed, walked around the noisy people to the information board, and wrote down the name of the Lorenz Caravan.
Afterwards, he found a seat by the window and sat down, staring out the window at the grinning drunken man and the horses defecating.
"Oh...it's really unbearable."
"Oh? You're still the same, Bronn."
A middle-aged man wearing single-rimmed glasses sat in front of Bronn. He looked at Bronn with a smile on his face as if he was reunited with an old friend.
"You came here quite quickly, Fabuin.
I thought I had to communicate with some sweaty crew member before finally meeting you. "
"I'm also afraid that they'll offend you... Hammerhand Bronn."
"Stop calling me my nickname, find a place to talk quickly, finish your work and go back early."
"Then come with me."
In a room in the Chamber of Commerce building, Bronn looked around and was quite satisfied with the furnishings here.
"how about?"
"Just make do with it."
Fabien stretched out two fingers, moved the teacup in front of Bronn, raised his other arm and put it on his cheek, looking at Bronn with a smile.
"Hey! Don't look at me like that, you old pervert."
Fabuin laughed, as if this title was a compliment to him.
"Then why don't you tell me your news quickly?"
Bronn's half-open eyelids blinked slowly, as if anticipating the other party's reaction when he heard the news.
"King Linn XI summoned three dukes, five marquises, and twelve earls a week ago. During the day-long hunting, they did not hunt a single prey."
Farbuin still smiled, and the hand holding his face stretched out a little finger and put it on his lips, as if to stop himself from speaking, and as if he was not interested in Bronn's words.
"This is a secret summons. Linn XI intends to get rid of the control of the Primus Cult."
"So? What are you going to say?"
Bronn took a sip of the tea and put it down with a look of disgust.
"So, tell our king that if he is looking for an opportunity, it is now."
Fabuin laughed dryly. He lowered his arms and looked directly at Bronn. Fabuin's reaction was also what Bronn expected.
As a double agent whose identity was known, it no longer mattered what news he brought back. What mattered was which side he planned to win.
"Lynn Eleven is thinking of the Primus Cult now, isn't it a little late?"
"It's better to be late than never, right? What's more, those twenty nobles are all commanding troops. With the soldiers under their command, wouldn't it be easy to overthrow the Premus Cult?"
"Why do you want to come to my place if it's so simple?"
"I want to put the chips on the winner's side. What if there is an oriole behind this mantis?"
Farbuin shrugged and said, "Our king went out to explore a new route."
"What nonsense...how could the king himself end up..."
"If you don't believe me, you can ask. I believe that with your ability, it will not be difficult to obtain reliable information."
Bronn sighed and raised his arms: "It seems that I can only put my chips on Lynn XI."
"The Primus Cult is not weak either. Be careful that their crusaders will overturn the gaming tables for you."
Bronn narrowed his eyes and leaned forward: "Oh? Do you have any exclusive news?"
Farbuin waved his hands, still smiling that relaxed way.
"No, no, no, I am a noble who has lost his title. I have long since fallen into disgrace. Where can I get any exclusive information?"
"I see... I thought you had the key information.
Yes, I'm really happy for you that you can still maintain such a relaxed and comfortable mood. Thinking of how miserable you were when you were first deprived of your title, I thought you wouldn't be able to survive it. "
"No, I'm with a good master now. I don't talk about the palace, I just want to make money. As long as I take care of his family business, I won't have to worry about food and clothing.
It's not like you, who is still jumping back and forth between several boats. You should be careful and don't fall into the river and drown one day. "
Bronn stood up, opened the door, and laughed, because to him, Farbuin's words sounded like a counterattack against the conspiracy ten years ago, and this counterattack was undoubtedly painless.
