Chapter 246 Lanqi only felt that the years were peaceful.

The silver-armored priest quickly walked through the corridor of the second-floor cabin. The hull swayed slightly under his feet, but his steps were as steady as a mountain.

He first went to the captain's room, got a navigation record, and then walked up the stairs again.

When he returned to the deck, the situation was still as peaceful as when he left. A group of priests in silver robes were controlling the tied-up crew members.

The priests all turned their attention to the Silver-Armored Priests at the same time, waiting for their leader's orders.

It seemed that no battle had taken place, or there were enemies but they were so weak that the Silver Armored Priest could deal with them without much effort.

In a corner of the deck, Viscount Francis was closely guarded by several silver-robed priests. His face remained calm, even indifferent.

From his slightly frowned brows, it can be seen that no matter whether he compromises or not, his attitude towards this group of believers will never change.

The silver-armored priest glanced at Viscount Francis and walked in front of Viscount Francis. Their eyes met in an instant, and the air seemed to freeze. The crew members who were watching all this nervously couldn't help swallowing. Their life, death and fate might be decided in the next second.

The coldness in Viscount Francis' eyes grew heavier. He knew that the silver-armored priest had simply searched the captain's room and obtained their logbook.

Although he didn't know what the use of it was, Viscount Francis only knew that the other party's greedy conditions would not change.

Just at this moment.

The silver-armored priest suddenly took out another document and compared the logbook with the document. At the same time, he said to the silver-robed priests beside him, "Untie them."

Everyone was stunned by this sudden order. Then, the silver-robed priests hesitated for a moment, but still obeyed the order of the silver-armored priest and untied the ropes of the crew.

"Viscount Francis, today was actually just an anti-terrorism exercise organized by us without authorization. I'm afraid you were scared."

The priest in silver armor bowed and apologized to Francis.

"Are you trying to scare me?"

Viscount Francis was silent for a moment and then said.

He suspected that he didn't quite understand the other party's jargon.

"No, we never do anything to intimidate others. I just want to remind the Viscount through my actions that someone wants this accident to be true. If I find you directly and tell you about this, I believe you will not be able to believe what I say calmly, so my means may be a little violent, please forgive me."

The Silver Armored Priest handed a sailing itinerary and an opened logbook to Viscount Francis. It seemed that he just wanted to confirm one thing.

Viscount Francis took a look at the contents of the document and roughly knew where the sailing itinerary that exposed his itinerary came from.

He also found out who in the city had given him the itinerary in an attempt to harm him.

"I was not sure whether this could serve as evidence of a crime before. Now that I am sure of it, I can safely give it to you as a gift. This is our sincerity."

The Silver Armor Priest said with a smile.

"...I won't take it as your kindness."

Viscount Francis had no idea what the other party was planning.

But this itinerary is enough to be used as evidence in the provincial court.

"It doesn't matter. Next, we will show you our new look. This is just the beginning."

After leaving these words, the Silver-Armored Priest took a group of silver-robed men to bid farewell to the Viscount and left.

“…”

Only Viscount Francis was left standing on the deck, looking a little dazed.

The crew members hugged and cheered as if they had survived a disaster, but Viscount Francis was unable to relax.

"Master Francis, I am so sorry."

The guard came to his side and said guiltily.

"It's not your fault. These cultists are too strong. I almost got you into trouble."

Viscount Francis was leaning on a cane and seemed to have a bit of a stiff waist.

He couldn't figure out what these Resurrectionists were planning.

This is really as the other party said.

Is it a drill?

Or... is there someone with great ability helping me?

Viscount Francis shook his head, took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette.

…

The merchant ship sailed on the calm sea for several hours.

Around 5pm.

The sky began to be dyed into a spectacular color by the sunset, with light orange, violet and light pink intertwined. The sun slowly sank, leaving a last golden afterglow on the horizon.

The sea is also rendered softer by the sunset, sparkling as if inlaid with countless diamonds.

The paint on the hull has peeled off a little, making it look a bit old, but this actually adds a touch of retro charm. The sailors on the ship finally seemed to have finished their work and were gazing at the distant coastline in a relaxed manner.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The merchant ship was slowly approaching a quiet town dock.

Inside the spacious cabin.

Since Lanqi didn't have much luggage, after receiving a friendly reminder from the crew, he quickly left the guest room and walked along the corridor to the exit where he could take the gangway to the dock.

I saw that Viscount Francis and his secretary and guards were already waiting there.

After Lanqi's greetings, Viscount Francis was as humble as before and invited Lanqi to go back to the lord's mansion with him for dinner later.

"Please stay in the guest room of our Lord's Mansion tonight."

Viscount Francis, leaning on his cane, spoke to Lanqi.

For tutors invited from other places, the same treatment as before is given guest room accommodation.

But most of them only stayed for a few days before leaving.

Some teachers even got anxious and wanted to punish Zestira, so they just hit her. As a result, they were sent to the doctor with burns or electric shocks.

The young man with brown hair and green eyes looked quite gentle. He would at least not be angered by his daughter and end up in a conflict and getting hurt.

"Thank you, Lord Viscount."

Lanky smiles and thanks.

"Mr. Lodge, do you know what happened on the ship before?"

Francis was silent for a moment, glanced at Lanqi beside him, and then asked.

"The ship stopped for a while in the morning, but nothing seemed to happen."

Lanqi thought back and expressed his feelings in the guest room.

Although Boss Cat used telekinesis to float from the window to the edge of the deck to see what was going on when the ship just stopped, it was only after Boss Cat said that the situation was not that urgent that Lanqi chose to use [Friendship Bug] to send a message to the Silver Armored Priest to come down, instead of directly using [Beautiful Notes] to turn the entire ship into a ghost ship and immediately show up in person to save the Viscount.

"so."

Seeing Lanqi's natural ignorance, Viscount Francis quickly dispelled his doubts.

It's true that I'm getting old and I think too much.

It couldn't be that the Silver Armored Priest had bad intentions from the beginning, but after he came down from the deck and saw the young man, he was moved by his conversation.

Instead of thinking about such absurd things, it would be better to pray to the goddess that this scholar from the southern continent could be a little more tolerant of his disobedient daughter.

(End of this chapter)