Chapter 152 149. Bella
Silver Sand Bay.
The territory of Glosa, one of the three giants of the Western Isles, and the center of the slave trade in the Isles.
A large ship without clear markings was currently docked in the port of Yinsha Bay, but this was not unusual.
Many people who travel here prefer not to reveal their identities, and hiding any tell-tale signs on the ship is not considered an out-of-the-ordinary move.
But no one else knew that there was a human hero on this ship.
In a room on the second floor of the ship, the blond brave Sophia was looking out the window through the gap in the curtains.
"I thought you wouldn't dock on such a large island."
The priest Samuel at the side replied respectfully: "Lady Sophia, the next place we are going to is the underground city under the sea. Some necessary props can only be purchased on such a large island."
Sophia nodded, understanding what he meant.
You need to upgrade quietly and try not to attract attention.
Shooting some Lost Souls at the edge of the fog had helped her reach the current level of 22, which was already the limit.
There are indeed more high-level and difficult monsters in the fog, but entering the fog is too dangerous and is not even considered.
The new destination was chosen to be an underground city called Tidal Sanctuary, which, as Samuel said, was located under the sea.
The special location has led to an awkward situation for this dungeon.
Although there are abundant resources there, the extremely difficult entry conditions directly block most adventurers.
It is not wrong to say that it is the most inaccessible underground city.
And this was exactly what they needed, and Sofia had no objection to it.
Sophia's eyes swept across the dock outside.
The scorching sun burned the ground. Groups of slaves, dressed in rags and wrapped only in worn sackcloth, carried heavy cargo under the whips of overseers.
The harsh sound of whipping could be heard from time to time, and even she could hear it faintly.
Another group of slaves were being driven, their chains dragging on the ground making a dull sound, and were boarding a slave ship anchored on the shore, with no idea where they were being taken.
Looking at this scene, Sophia suddenly spoke, with no emotion in her voice: "Is the owner of this island also one of the humans I need to protect?"
This time, Samuel rarely answered her question immediately.
After a long while, the priest's voice came from behind her:
"Master Sophia, I understand what you mean.
But sadly, yes.
At least for now.
The church also opposed the slave trade.
But no matter how bad the forces on the archipelago are, at least now, they are on the side of humanity as a whole.
Facing a powerful empire, we have no choice but to unite all our forces."
At least for now.
Sophia understood what Samuel meant and the reasons behind his words.
However, the scene below was still unbearable for her.
…
When the guards who were out came back with the purchased props and the ship was ready to set sail, something unexpected happened.
"Block the dock! No one is allowed to move! No ships are allowed to leave the port!"
A thunderous roar instantly tore through the noise in the port!
Along with the sound of heavy footsteps and the clanging of armor, a huge figure like a mountain of flesh, the gold-level garrison commander of Yinsha Bay Pier, came to the dock with a large number of fully armed soldiers.
The entire dock fell into deathly silence. The porters froze in their places, the merchants looked terrified, and the slaves huddled together in fear.
"Listen up to me! I'm Oruk, the garrison commander of Silver Sand Bay! I'm under the orders of Lord Glosa to hunt down the murderer who assassinated Lord Horn! That damn bastard is hiding on the dock or in a ship!"
The Horn he mentioned was none other than Glosa’s most trusted confidant and secretary, the second most important person in Yinsha Bay!
The news of this man's death was like a bomb dropped on the dock, causing a suppressed exclamation.
"From now on!" O'Rourke swung the terrifying giant mace and smashed it heavily on the stone slab, sending gravel flying. "All ships, stop loading and unloading immediately, and are prohibited from leaving the port! Accept a thorough search, and anyone who dares to disobey will be killed without mercy! Not even a fly is allowed to fly out!"
The soldiers pounced on the moored ships like hungry wolves, violently driving away the crowd and forcibly boarding the ships for inspection. The ship owners and sailors dared not speak out in anger. Facing the anger of Glossa and the fierceness of O'Rourke, no one dared to explode at this time.
Amid the chaos, the unmarked ship Sofia slowly reeled in its anchor chain, and the sailors began to methodically untie the ropes in preparation for setting sail.
"Stop! Didn't you hear what I said? You are not allowed to leave the port! Subject to inspection!" O'Rourke's roar stopped the "sailor" who was retracting the gangway.
The "sailor" stopped moving, his hand silently placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his cold eyes piercing O'Rourke.
An invisible, suffocating feeling of oppression instantly enveloped the garrison commander, causing his fat body to subconsciously tense for a moment.
Master!
O'Rourke's heart was filled with alarm.
He forced himself to hold on to his dignity and said, "Lord Glossa is investigating the wanted criminal! Do you want to disobey his orders?"
The "sailor" on the deck did not respond, but his eyes became sharper and his hand on the hilt of the sword was as steady as a rock.
What made O'Rourke's heart sink even more was that seven or eight figures appeared silently at the side of the ship, their eyes falling calmly on him.
O'Rourke's intuition screamed wildly - the sense of threat emanating from these people was not much weaker than that of the "sailor"!
What happened to this ship?!
Just when he was in a dilemma and had no way out, a middle-aged man in dark casual clothes and with a temperament as calm as a mountain appeared at the edge of the deck of the ship.
Without looking at O'Rourke, he made a brief but powerful gesture to the "sailors" on deck.
The "sailor" immediately understood and completely ignored O'Rourke, who was blocking the front of the ship with a livid face, and pulled back the gangway cleanly and neatly.
The sails were filled with wind, and the huge hull began to move slowly, calmly and unstoppably pushing away the sea water in front of it.
"Bastard! Stop right there!" O'Rourke roared, his mace raised and his arm muscles bulging.
But in the end, the heavy weapon did not fall down.
The middle-aged man on the edge of the ship - the captain of the guards - did not deliberately release his aura, but O'Rourke's intuition as a gold-level warrior was frantically warning him:
If you hit it, you will die!
You will definitely die!
O'Rourke's face was pale, his fat body stiffened in place, and he could only watch as the mysterious ship, with an almost indifferent and unquestionable attitude, crushed his blockade order and slowly sailed away from the chaotic Silver Sand Bay dock.
After coming to his senses, he could only roar in impotence and fury at the receding ship, pouring out his anger on his men and the other unfortunates on the dock:
"Search! Keep searching! Every inch of the deck! Every cargo box! Dig three feet underground to find the murderer! Seal off the entire port area! Anyone who disobeys my order will be killed!"
…
About half an hour after leaving the port, the ship was already deep in the sparkling sea.
A hand grabbed the edge of the boat, and soon a girl, soaked all over, climbed up.
If Dylan were here, he would definitely rush up and hug the girl, his long-cherished daughter Bella.
But in front of Bella at this moment, the only people were the captain of the guards who had been waiting for a long time, and Sophia who was standing on the edge of the ship and looking at her.
Bella didn't seem surprised to be discovered. Her pupils were shining with silver light. She asked tentatively, "You...are from the church, right?"
(End of this chapter)
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