The sea breeze with a hint of salty smell blows the sails slightly. Occasionally, the roaring sound of the wind will cover the sound of the sea water washing the hull. Whenever this happens, the sailors on the ship will crawl nervously.

Climb the mast and look around for dark clouds and storms that may appear in the sky from high places.

Although for more than a month, the crew has been almost certain that the violent storm that once raged on the waterway to Ava Island has subsided, but the cautious habits developed over the years cannot be changed in a day or two.

Yes, they will not let go of any sign of a storm along the way.

This makes William, who often quietly releases storm spells at the stern of the boat to summon strong winds and speed up the boat, often feels a little embarrassed, because of the strong winds that have appeared for no reason in the past few days, he has been tired and laid down several people responsible for them.

The sailors monitored the storm.

At the stern of the ship, William, wearing a black gown and an iron plate hanging on his chest, was pretending to be looking far into the distance with his carved handrails.

This disguise is actually very stupid, because as far as the eye can see, there is only the sea, and the sky is also cloudless. If it weren't for the occasional fish jumping out of the sea, this scenery would even give people a sense of wonder after looking at it for a long time.

The boat stayed in place without any illusion of moving.

"I heard that witches, like elves, had their first hometown in Ava. It was once shrouded in mist. It wasn't until the phoenixes ridden by the elves' ancestors fell from the sky that they acquired the physical form of the world.

Only then was I able to come to Vic Continent.”

William retracted his gaze from the distance and turned to the bored-looking witch sitting on the railing.

Liz turned her head when she heard this, looked at William with golden eyes, and said as if she was having a little temper:

"But I was only born two months ago, and Blackwater Swamp is my hometown for me."

Hearing the resentment in the other party's words, William said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, but this journey must be with you to be considered safe."

Seeing that the other party did not respond, William paused and then continued:

"And Cass needs to be responsible for the security of the Strange Lighthouse, so we can't come together."

"This has nothing to do with whether that idiot can come or not!"

Liz defended almost reflexively.

The effect is outstanding, this child is so understanding...

William suppressed a smile and nodded, and then released the storm spell that was being released.

Now the farther away from the Blackwater Swamp area, the weaker the magic power he can call upon. A few days ago, he could maintain the strong wind for most of the day, but now it was only half an hour, which was very difficult.

But at least the sailors on duty can have a good rest.

William looked back at the sailor who was carefully climbing down from the mast and thought to himself.

It had been five days since he boarded the smuggling ship named the Whalebone, and a week had passed since the farce-like palace coup.

Although William has always been very concerned about the inexplicable exile of the demon general named Ember, now that the feasibility of combining [Mirror Shadow] and the response terminal to create a clone has been verified, he can finally focus on

We are dealing with matters in Awazhou.

At the moment, although William's true body is still guarding the position of the Viper's Mark, his own mirror clone, as an Originium Silver merchant, boarded the smuggling ship on the sea to Ava.

Because of the storms that rage all year round on the Broken Sea, few people are willing to travel between the continent of Vic and Ava to do business. But this also means that those who dare to do this business can gain unimaginable wealth. After all, the high elf handicrafts

It's a hot item no matter where it is.

Since the "Battle of Wandering", contact between the continent of Vic and Ava has been almost severed. The newborns of the high elves who stayed on the continent have gradually undergone elemental mutations because they lost the blessing of the Phoenix Holy Fire. Their descendants have no need for skills.

The inheritance is completely lost in just one or two generations.

Nowadays, it is more difficult to find a high elf craftsman in the empire than to find a divine-level magic caster. However, the demand for high elf handicrafts from major nobles is extremely strong. This has led to a very small number of people who are willing to block their own.

Adventurers who fight for their lives against the storm dare to sail into the biting storm to engage in this high-risk, high-reward profession.

"If I were you, I would probably wait a few more months. Maybe by then Her Majesty Queen Irene has signed a trade agreement with Avazhou, and there is no need to take such a big risk and go there in person..."

A strong voice sounded behind William, and a tall old man whose skin was chapped from years of exposure to the sun slowly walked over. His head was full of lead-silver hair, and his collar and cuffs were stained with dried white salt stains. His right hand was

The part of the leg below the knee was replaced by a white whalebone prosthesis, so he limped a bit when he walked. The hard whalebone knocked on the deck and made a very rhythmic "tapping" sound.

The ship was named the Whalebone because of his prosthetic leg.

"What do you call young man?"

Seeing William turn his head, the old man asked.

William had never thought of a pseudonym for himself to hide his identity before, but after seeing the other party's whalebone prosthetic limb, he suddenly had an idea.

"Just call me Ishma, Captain Hobbes. Besides, I am from the Blackwater Swamp. Even if Ava and the Empire sign any trade agreement in the future, it will have nothing to do with us."

William answered thus, and then he continued:

"Besides, it is still unclear whether Her Majesty the Queen can conquer Ava."

The captain named Hobbes smiled slightly when he heard this. He walked to William and stood side by side with him. He also put his hands on the railing and looked into the distance, and then slowly spoke:

"Ishma, I just came from Swan Port half a month ago. I'm afraid you can't imagine what a huge army was assembled there. And I've been to Awazhou several times. Among the seven major city-states,

In addition to Moon Law City, I have also been there. To be honest, even if the number of those pointed ears triples, they will not be their opponents. What’s more, this time..."

As he spoke, he looked at the iron plate on William's chest with a rough, sharp-angled symbol engraved on it, and then said:

"There is also the eighth Holy Spirit who is with the empire."

Captain Hobbes was referring to the Eighth Church's explanation of the causes of the manifestations of the Holy Spirit, which was written down as the Holy Law and preached continuously in every church.

Because the storm on the Broken Sea really subsided not long after this, this statement was quickly accepted by the general public, which also led to extremely high public support for the Ava continent expedition plan.

"Eight hundred years ago, the 'Eighth Holy Spirit' was almost buried under the sea when he was on his own expedition."

William reminded with a shrug.

William's words silenced the other party for a long time, and it took a long time for Captain Hobbes to speak:

"I saw you wearing this, and I thought you were a devout believer of the Eighth Holy Spirit."

In response, William replied:

"Then it depends on how you understand piety."

In a sense, William can be regarded as the most devout believer of the Eighth Holy Spirit in the world.

When the captain heard this, he waved his hand and said:

"I didn't think about it earlier. How could a devout believer in the Holy Spirit go to a pagan land and sell important strategic materials before the war broke out? This is not only an act of treason, it is also an act of heresy... But

Considering that you are from Blackwater Province, this is understandable."

Hearing this, William was about to give a silly explanation, but Captain Hobbs suddenly showed a shark-like smile and said:

"But this is actually quite good. The bullshit empire, the bullshit church... Back then I just couldn't stand the pirates on Daemon's continent on the White Sea, so I chose to come to the Broken Sea to risk doing business. As a result, the empire and the church had nothing to do with them.

The docking tax is not much gentler than those of pirates. Now that the storm has subsided and there is no risk in the shipping route, it will not be long before they start to attack merchant ships like us and steal the business for themselves."

"If the Eighth Holy Spirit had been more careful, then this storm should have continued... But there is no way, who told the Holy Spirit to be from the Riel family?"

William waited until the other party stopped complaining before slowly speaking:

"I do think that the cessation of the storm may be because the Eighth Holy Spirit hopes to use Ava to teach his so-called descendants an unforgettable lesson."

While he was talking, he kept looking at the few black spots that appeared in the distance at the junction of the sea and the sky.

Before Captain Hobbs could recover, a noisy bell suddenly sounded from the bow of the ship.

A sailor climbed up the mast as quickly as if there were hooks on his feet. After taking out the monocular in his arms and observing the distance for a while, he shouted loudly to the captain:
Chapter completed!