Bang –
"Here we go again."
Elvin supported his forehead with his hand and helplessly looked at Milan who had accidentally stepped on her right foot with her left foot and rolled down the stairs to the deck.
Milan, who possessed the physical attributes of an official Knight and the perception of an official Magus, had actually tripped over because of such a ridiculous reason. It was truly shocking.
However, after experiencing it so many times, Elvin was already used to it.
Leaning on the railing of the top deck of the stern, he looked down at Milan who had nimbly jumped up and was trying her best to maintain her image. He said helplessly.
"I feel that if we let an unlucky person like you continue to stay on the ship, all of us will be in danger!"
Milan patted her clothes and fiercely glared at the marines on the deck who had turned their heads to look at her. Only when they hurriedly turned their heads away, did she say with a face full of grief and indignation.
"But I also didn't want to! Who knew that innate spells were such a scam! "
In fact, since the second day after the two returned from the casino, Milan's inexplicable misfortune had been happening from time to time.
The first day was nothing much, but it was the same for three consecutive days. This made the two gradually realize that something was wrong.
Milan, who possessed the ability of "Curse of Misfortune", seriously suspected that the characteristics of her body were most likely a similar spell effect. It was just that the degree of misfortune was not as deep as her own "Curse of Misfortune".
Subsequently.
He held a summoning ritual and inquired about a higher level of spiritual existence. (A spell circulated within the School of Prophecy. It pointed to a specific high level mysterious existence and maintained a good relationship with it for a long time. Their safety was still guaranteed.)
Combined with the effects of the spell that he had personally experienced in the past few days, he finally obtained a complete information on the spell effect.
"[Innate Spell – Crafty Fate!] A gift obtained from killing the enemy of fate.
Effect: Able to increase the luck of the season by three times on the strongest day. The effect lasts for a maximum of three hours.
However, all the gifts of fate have already been secretly marked with a price tag.
Because of the law of conservation of fate, for the next one to three months, every day will have the worst day of the season! "
Therefore, Milan had to spend almost two months of bad luck to make up for the overdraft of luck in the casino at that time.
Although more than a month had passed since they set off today, Milan's unlucky state would continue for at least half a month.
Although Elvin sympathized with his situation, he was unable to help as they were not in the same profession.
Thump … Thump … Thump …
Heavy steel boots stepped on the deck. A tall young Knight wearing a shiny full body armor slowly walked up from the lower cabin.
He was armed to the teeth with a heavy shield and a huge sword in his hands. It was as if he could charge at any moment as soon as the horn was blown.
However, the young man, whose body was like a steel behemoth, had an easy-going temperament that did not match his appearance. When he saw the two people talking, a warm smile appeared on his face.
"Captain, Mr. Navigator, good day!
If you don't mind, would you like me to give it a try? "
Although he had not been on the ship for long, he could not pretend that he did not see what happened to Milan even if he wanted to.
Milan was slightly surprised to see him.
She was not familiar with this Knight who had boarded the ship with the temporary order before the departure of Storm Horn.
After half a day, she only knew his name. "Knight Ambrose, do you have a solution?"
Although this unlucky state would not cost her her life.
But falling, choking on water, having food knocked over on her head, having her neck wrapped in rigging … It would happen once or twice a day on average. Over a long period of time, she would break down.
Milan was not familiar with this Iron Knight, but Elvin was familiar with him. In fact, he could be considered as an old acquaintance of Elvin.
He was the captain of one of the strongest armed forces of the Church, the Iron Knight Regiment, Ambrose.
Elvin had first met him at the crow market, and even had a conflict with his team members.
When the "Man Killer Fiends" were wreaking havoc, he had carried out a mission with his team on the "Sword of Frost and White".
Later, he heard that it was to reward him for his loyalty and courage during the "Beluga Harbor Massacre".
Now, Ambrose had become a double Knight conferred by both the Church of the Iron Cross and the Kingdom of Ilia. He had both a teaching position and secular privileges!
Elvin had only met him a few times, and the time spent with him was not long. But in Elvin's mind, this was a guy who had engraved the motto of a Knight into his bones.
Elvin sometimes even thought, if the sky were to fall one day. Maybe this kind of guy would not hesitate to go against it?
Although he was already a powerful and experienced official Knight, he still practiced the way of a Knight from the smallest details!
Humility, Honor, Sacrifice, Valor, Compassion, Spirit, Honesty, Justice. What he thought was what he said, and what he thought was what he did.
To him, a Knight was not just a Transcendent profession, but also the ultimate belief in the path of God!
For such a person, regardless of whether people in different positions agreed with his words and actions, it was impossible not to admire his character!
Elvin was the same.
"Milan, Sir Ambrose is an Iron Knight with a firm belief. Let him try.
Maybe the glory of the Goddess can help you dispel the bad luck on your body. "
Hearing the evaluation of the highest commander of this warship, Ambrose's expression did not change. He only bowed slightly to thank Elvin for his trust.
In fact, after returning from the crow market that day.
Through the records of the Church's blessed "Iron Cross Medal", it did not take long for him to know that the person he met was most likely this young and outstanding naval officer.
As the godson of Bishop Benedict, he knew many secrets that he could not let others know. One of them was the identity of the youngest warship captain of the kingdom's navy, as well as his newly invented "Siren's Song".
One of the goals of this cross-country mission was to deliver a batch of the newest alchemy tools.
However, Ambrose was not a fanatic. He was a true believer.
He had enough wisdom to distinguish between good and bad. He had great respect for Elvin, who had made great contributions to human navigation.
"Oh, okay. Then I'll have to trouble you, Knight Ambrose!"
Milan had unconditional trust in Elvin's words. Hearing this, he no longer hesitated and directly ordered Ambrose to do it.
"It's my pleasure!"
There was no need to prepare complicated rituals like witchcraft, because the core of divine spells was "borrowing".
The more devout one was to the person they worshipped, the higher their position in the divine spell system, and the more power they could borrow.
Therefore, amidst the waves and the cries of the seabirds.
On the deck of the warship, Ambrose drew something in front of his chest and chanted the holy name of the goddess. Then, he slowly aimed his palm at Milan.
Pop!
Warm and genial like the spring sunshine, a pale golden halo rippled like water ripples, gently enveloping Milan who was so nervous that she held her breath.
[Divine Spell, Gospel of the Saints!]
Warm energy rippled through her body, cleansing the tiniest corners of her body.
It was as if every cell, every bone, and every nerve in her body was soaked in hot spring water. She felt so relaxed that even her hair was floating.
"Ah!"
After a full minute, Milan, whose face was slightly red, opened her eyes and let out a long sigh. "This is … too comfortable."
"How is it? Has the negative effect been removed? "
Elvin asked expectantly. If the negative effect could be dispelled by divine spells, then the practical value of Crafty Fate would be greatly increased.
However, the response to Elvin was …
Smack!
Milan wiped his forehead with his hand.
The next moment.
"Ah!!!"
A shrill scream echoed throughout the entire Storm Horn.
After changing to 'Storm Horn', which was much more spacious, Elvin simply transformed part of the space on the warship into nests for seabirds. Now, they could openly regard the warship as a mobile 'aircraft carrier'. Seabirds would fly up and down on the warship every now and then.
Although the seabirds were much smarter after Elvin's transformation, sometimes this instinctive reaction … This …
"I … I still have a pot of medicine in my room. I'll take my leave first."
Elvin saw that the situation was not good and immediately fled. No matter how unlucky this guy was, the bird was still his.
Beside him.
Ambrose also understood that although the power of the goddess was great, it did not involve fate.
Obviously, even the most powerful divine spell that he had mastered, the "Gospel of the Saints", which had the ability to purify, bless, and inspire, could not do anything about the strange bad luck on the navigator.
Therefore, he coughed lightly and followed Elvin closely.
"Ahem, Captain, wait for me! I have something to discuss with you! "
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