As the busiest commercial port and cargo distribution center in Erouine, and even the entire southern part of Cruz, the port was bustling all day long, from the early hours of the morning when the lampposts were hung with cold, shaky lights until the moon rose above the sea. Merchants and dockworkers were busy all day long, accumulating an astonishing amount of wealth for this giant port. Only during the season when storms visited the Shining Sea every year would this Golden Sea Route be deserted, allowing the residents of the city to stop and rest for a while.
Archbishop Wood stood under the white stone lighthouse, wearing a white robe with red trim. A figure like him was sent here by the Holy Cathedral to serve as the bishop of the Ampere Seale diocese and the spiritual leader of the Holy Cathedral of Fire in Erouine. As long as he stayed in this position for fifteen years, he would have the qualifications to enter the core power of the Holy Cathedral and become one of the eleven Great Priests. At that point, even the position of High Priest of the Holy Cathedral of Fire was just a step away.
Most people would not be able to imagine what a person of his status would want. Wood's face was thin, and his cheeks were sunken. Even though he was not even eighty years old, he looked like an old man who had been through a lot. Only his sunken eyes were still bright and full of vigor. His majestic aura was enough to make a normal person cower in fear. The Archbishop pursed his lips and looked calm, but his heart was not any calmer than the nobles in Aouine who had been around for a while.
"The Lion Beastmen in Toquinin are ready to make a move. They must have the support of the Holy Cathedral of Earth." Wood stood on the hillside and looked at the sailing ships of various sizes coming in and out of the port, leaving long trails in the blue bay. The sailing sails formed a strange sight in the waters of the pier. Every waterway was full of experienced navigators waiting to enter and exit. The wealth contained in the endless stream made the high and mighty man sigh. "Erouine is the frontline against the Holy Cathedral of Earth. We cannot allow this civil war to continue for too long. We don't have much time left."
Beside him, his good friend, Priest Icahn, nodded in agreement. The two of them had been partners for many years. Although neither of them were natives of Erouine, they knew this ancient kingdom like the back of their hand. "However, the Lion Beastmen are getting restless. If they really want to invade, they'll probably have to wait until next year. Especially since they haven't received any rations this autumn, the Earth Holy Hall won't dare to act rashly."
Wood glanced at his companion.
"Do you know how old this White Stone Lighthouse is, Icahn?"
Priest Ican glanced at the lighthouse beside them. This lighthouse was once the symbol of Ampere Seale. When the late King Erik built the port here, Ampere Seale was far from its current size, and it was not a so-called trading port. This lighthouse once guided the navy of the late King Erik and the navy of the Holy Cathedral of Fire to battle on the nearby sea. The Whitestone Lighthouse had always been seen as a symbol of Erouine, a symbol of persistence in the darkness.
"It's a pity that the lighthouse was destroyed in a fire fifty years ago. Its historical value was also destroyed. Although a new lighthouse was rebuilt, it's not the same as the original." Icahn understood what his companion meant. He admired the Royal Faction and Her Royal Highness because they had the same persistence for glory as him. However, history was history, and Wood was obviously reminding him to look at all of this fairly.
"This kingdom is the same. No matter how old it is, the glory it insisted on has been abandoned by its descendants. What's left is just a shell. In comparison, it was given a new mission, just like this lighthouse, that's its true value. "
"I understand, Lord Archbishop," Icahn replied humbly.
Wood nodded. The Holy Cathedral had always been fair and would not easily interfere in the internal affairs of its subordinate countries. That was why they could maintain their authority. He and his assistant had been partners for many years, and he admired his insistence on justice and honor. But that was then, and this was now. He would never allow his assistant to interfere in Aouine's internal affairs and side with the princess.
Thinking of this, the Archbishop could not help but look back at the direction of the city. Ampere Seale was one of the largest cities in the South. The harbor was connected to the back and the roofs extended far into the horizon like an ant's nest. The tallest building in the city was undoubtedly the temple of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. The temple was looming in the fog. He could not help but think of what the little girl Magadal had mentioned to him and shook his head.
That was impossible. The Holy Cathedral would not side with either side no matter what, and the Great Priest would not be so hasty.
At this time, the bell on the white lighthouse rang again. The sound of the bronze bell caused the nearby ground to tremble and the sand to shake. The sound could be heard for dozens of miles, and even half of the city could hear it clearly. The bell indicated that a ship had entered the harbor. Wood and Icahn looked up and saw a sailboat with three large sails entering the harbor.
"It's a ship coming back from Lubec." Icahn recognized the flag on the ship immediately.
"At this time of the year, the storm is about to close off the southern sea route. This should be the last ship coming back from Lubec this month. It's a little late. People who sail the sea all year round are desperate." Wood looked at the ship and could not help but sigh.
"People are blinded by money. Although wealth is important, it is not as precious as life." Icahn shook his head.
But this time, the Archbishop did not agree. He only sighed with a famous joke by Hesse I, who was ridiculed as the 'King of the Road' in Erouine's history. "Without wealth, how can there be life?"
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The two High Priests sighed on the lighthouse hill, but the officials of the Port Authority of Ampere Seale were not so idle. To be exact, these small people who were usually busy were almost in a mess. Qinoan O 'Paris was the son of a noble family in Ampere Seale that was neither too big nor too small. Relying on his father's connections, he finally became the deputy director of the port authority. However, less than half a week after he took office, a piece of news almost made him throw away the pointed helmet on his head and run away in panic.
"What did you say? Palian, you bastard, what did I tell you yesterday? If you drink too much or joke with me again, I will definitely drive you out. I don't care who you are! " The unlucky young man roared angrily at the communication crystal in his hand. He almost threw the valuable thing away. "Do you think I'm an idiot?!"
"No, I'm serious!" On the other end of the communication crystal was Qinoan's good friend. In Aouine's words, they were brothers who grew up together. Even though they were both descendants of nobles, he was not very reliable. He drank too much, played with women while on duty, got into fights, and did almost everything that could be done on the docks, but Qiunoan kept him here because their relationship could be described with the word 'iron'. But at this moment, the usually sloppy young man seemed to have suffered a great shock. He said in a mournful tone, "Brother, I swear in the name of Lady Martha that I didn't lie to you. I really saw a Demon Whale. Of course, if the woman who claimed to be a female pirate didn't lie to me, listen to me, that thing is exactly the same as the tattoo on her left butt … No, no, I have to say that the things at sea are much scarier now …"
"F * ck your butt, don't mention that woman to me." Qinoan did not even care about the last bit of modesty he had as a noble. Of course, this generation of nobles did not have much modesty to speak of, especially young people who grew up in the mixed environment of Ampere Seale. He pulled at his collar fiercely, but when he heard that the other party swore in the name of Martha, he felt a little uncertain. He also understood that if possible, this lawless guy would even dare to sleep with Lady Martha. Of course, this was just a saying. Qinoan was now beginning to feel a little helpless.
A Demon Whale was about to attack the port?
Oh my god, was he living in a mythical era? Qinoan sat at his expensive mahogany desk and thought for a long time. With great difficulty, he came up with the following three comprehensive plans:
Abscond with the money, abscond with the money, and abscond with the money.
But he immediately crumpled his hair into a ball. If he did that, his old man would be the first to kill him. Qinoan was born to be as lawless as his good brother, and he was not even afraid of the King of Aouine. However, he immediately revealed his true colors in front of his old man. When he thought of his old man's angry face, his legs turned to jelly. He grabbed the communication crystal with great difficulty and swallowed his saliva. "Brother, good luck, I'll take my leave first. Wait for me, I'll be right there!" Qinoan's words turned into "Wait for me, I'll be there right away!".
The soldiers at the port were in a mess, but at this moment, a certain person on the sea looked at Ampere Seale from afar and felt very helpless.
"The port city of Ampere Seale and the surrounding areas and towns have a population of 310,000. A huge magic system maintains the operation of the city, such as sewage, lighting, water supply, and garbage disposal. The mysterious magic that is rarely seen in the countryside south of Erouine is everywhere here. Merchants spend a lot of money to hire wizards to serve them. Some of these wizards have worked here for decades and are deeply rooted in their positions. The wizards have formed their own guild called the 'Eye of Ampere Seale'."
"This wizard organization not only maintains the daily operation of the city, but also intervenes in the security of the port. They prevent adventurers from fighting and set up a city lock to prevent foreign wizards from casting spells in the city. They also set up a super-large anti-air magic circle in the inner city of Ampere Seale to prevent the port from being attacked from the sky."
Brando stood at the side of the ship and introduced the port to the others. Suddenly, he sighed. He turned his head with a helpless and almost desperate look in his eyes. Finally, he saw the legendary monster, the king of the sea beasts, the Demon Whale that was as huge as a mountain wave its fins at them like a naughty child, and then slowly dived into the deep sea.
"My old man said that the Demon Whale's intelligence is not inferior to that of an adult, and now it seems that it is true." Captain James also saw this scene and could not help but sigh.
But Amandina looked at Brando suspiciously and could not help but ask, "My Lord, what exactly did you give the Nagas? Why did they look at you as if they were looking at their king? They actually let the Demon Whale escort us into the port, how are we going to hide our identities now?"
"But I heard that the Naga's king is a woman." After a week of training, the little Roman could now freely appear on the deck. She rolled her eyes and directly feminized Brando.
Brando wiped the sweat off his forehead. He did not expect the Nagas to be so 'hospitable', but to let the Demon Whale escort them into the port, Brando felt that other than the dumb fish Sani, most people would not be able to do something so creative.
He coughed and said in disbelief, "Let's see how it goes. Anyway, the people in the port don't know that this big guy is following us. As long as we don't admit it, it'll be fine." With that, he looked at the young captain. James shrugged and replied, "My Lord doesn't want to be famous, so I naturally will not overstep my boundaries. My Lord, you can rest assured about the people on my ship."
At this point, the young captain was actually a little helpless, "To be honest, my Lord's reputation is much higher than mine. Even if I don't say anything, they will still keep their mouths shut." What he was talking about was naturally the two bottles of holy water that Brando gave him. It could be said that the entire ship's sailors now respected Brando, who had a Sword Saint as his teacher and was a kind and amiable noble like a god.
… … (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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