The battle to ambush Rodney's flagship ended faster than expected.
Under such circumstances, even the backup plan that Brando and the others had discussed and arranged was not of any use at all. When the Valhalla fleet disguised as the Empire's patrol ships fired their cannons, Rodney thought that there was some kind of misunderstanding and hurriedly ordered the ship to stop and wait for Brando's subordinates to come closer to explain. In the end, when the three warships from Valhalla were close enough, he finally realized that something was amiss. Unfortunately, it was too late. The commander on Brando's warship immediately ordered the warships to approach and engage in a boarding battle. The sailors swarmed forward. Although the Knight of the White Legion around Rodney was still prepared to put up a desperate fight, the battlefield they were good at was not in the air. Not to mention, Brando's side had the Valkyrie and the Ash Sword Saint. In less than fifteen minutes, the sailors had broken into the lower cabin and forced Rodney and the rest of his squires to surrender.
After that, the three warships and the flagship docked at the military anchorage near Fathom Port. Brando was notified immediately and brought The Shire and the others onto the ship. When they boarded the ship, the traces of battle on the deck had already been cleaned up. The corpses that were strewn all over the deck were moved away, and the filthy blood was washed away. Rows of sailors in Valhalla navy uniforms stood on both sides of the ship, and there were obvious traces of battle on their bodies. However, most of these young people's eyes were shining with excitement. Behind them, a few captives were tied up like dumplings and thrown to the side. Rodney himself was not injured at all. He stood beside the cabin door, and the head of the Valkyrie, Brunhilda, was personally responsible for monitoring him. Brunhilda was dressed in military attire as usual. Her face was as cold as ever, and she had a serious smile on her face in front of outsiders. However, there was a bright flame burning in her light blue eyes. She only nodded slightly when she saw Brendel.
Being personally watched by the head of the Valkyrie, who was praised in myths and legends, made Rodney's life worth it.
However, at this moment, he obviously did not think so. He did not want to die, so he appeared to be particularly nervous. He had witnessed the entire battle with his own eyes. He had brought thirty-two great Knight Commanders with him. These Knight Commanders were all elites from the White Legion, and each of them was at least at the lower Gold level. However, these elites of the elites could not resist in front of the three female warriors riding flaming warhorses. Even the most euphemism to describe the previous battle was that the battle was one-sided, and there was no room for luck. In particular, the Valkyrie beside him had left a huge hole in the warship with a single shot. What a joke, this was a second-level warship. Although he did not have much ability, he had a good eye. At a glance, he could see that these Valkyries had at least mastered Elemental Power, and they were not half-baked people who had forcibly raised their power from the peak of Gold to touching Elemental Power. They were genuine powerhouses who had mastered Elemental Power. Temple Knight Commanders, and perhaps even more.
Why would three Elemental Rank powerhouses suddenly appear in such a place, especially when they were wearing standard equipment? They seemed to belong to some mysterious force. Rodney did not recognize the flaming warhorses they were riding, but to be able to withstand an Elemental Rank battle, this kind of mount was obviously extraordinary. He could not help but break out in cold sweat at the thought that such mounts could appear in batches. What kind of force in this area could be so powerful? Other than the Holy Cathedral, he really could not think of anything. The biggest lord in East Metz was the Duke of Flower Leaf, but even the Duke of Flower Leaf could not have such strength. Could it be the Holy Cathedral? Rodney knew that other than the clerics, the highest armed Knight class of the Holy Cathedral of Fire was the Flame Knight, but there were no women in the Flame Knight class. Moreover, he could see that these people were obviously foreigners, but he did not connect them to the small country in the south. He suspected the most, in fact, were the Bugas.
Only the Bugas would appear at this time and stand opposite Her Majesty the Queen.
Rodney's wild thoughts continued until he saw a person appear on the deck. When he saw that person, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in disbelief. His face turned deathly pale and large beads of sweat oozed out from his forehead. His legs couldn't help but tremble as if he would collapse to the ground at any time. If Brunhilda didn't support him from behind, perhaps this possibility would have become a reality. From this, it could be seen how frightened this guy was.
In the Empire, if there was such a person who could cause such an impact among the nobles, then there was no doubt that this person could only be called the Ash Sword Saint, or Mephisto, who was now on the deck with Brando. For this legendary Sacred Sword Saint, his appearance could be said to be well-known in the Empire. There was no need to explain because it was impossible for anyone not to recognize him, not to mention the nobles.
When Brando saw Rodney's expression, he thought of the influence that Mephisto had caused among the nobles in the south of the Empire. He could not help but look at his cheap swordsmanship teacher with some curiosity. He thought to himself, how awesome must this Sacred Sword Saint be to be able to make people so afraid when they have never met him before? Those who did not know might think that this old man had done something that angered the gods in the Empire. But it was strange. In his memory, the Ash Sword Saint had actually only caused trouble in the Empire twice. From the records, it did not seem to be a big deal. He did not know why these people were so afraid. Was it because they were too worried, or there was something else hidden?
Mephisto glanced at his student in disdain. He was too lazy to answer this kind of question. Although he hated the Empire for its destruction, he would not waste his time on a villain like Rodney. Of course, he knew why Brando brought him along, and now this guy had achieved his goal. He snorted from his nose and walked to the other side of the deck with one hand on his sword. He looked out at the sea and sky outside the port. Out of sight, out of mind.
On the deck, the young people from Valhalla looked at him with admiration.
Brando was a little speechless. He knew that his teacher's personality was different from ordinary people. He looked at Rodney and frowned slightly. To be honest, he did not have a good impression of this guy, whether it was because of what this guy had done in history or what he was doing now. Moreover, in the previous battle, he had lost more than 30 Gold ranked Knight Captains. What strength did his men have? Although they were trained by the Bugas, they had not trained for more than half a year. Even if they were gifted and had the help of the mass-produced inferior dragon blood potion, it would be amazing if they could reach the peak of Iron rank in less than half a year. Even with the extraordinary strength of the Valkyrie, casualties were inevitable.
And these casualties were unnecessary. These were the best young people of the kingdom who should have had a bright future, but they were bleeding and dying for no reason in a foreign country. It was all because of this guy who had caused trouble for him. When he thought of this, he could not help but feel angry. He wanted to throw this guy into the sea. But fortunately, Brando did not lose his mind. He knew that this guy in front of him was at least Veronica's brother, and although he was now working for the Silver Queen, at least he had not betrayed the Empire and joined Madara. Nominally, he had not severed ties with the Ariziko family. More importantly, he wanted to squeeze some value out of this guy.
Thinking of this, his gaze directly skipped over this guy and landed on Marjory behind him. This young officer from the Yanilasu Royal Navy took the initiative to be in charge of this ambush. Considering that this officer was the most experienced among all his subordinates, and that this operation couldn't fail, he agreed to the officer's request and gave him three ships to be in charge of commanding. Fortunately, the officer didn't disappoint him and completed the mission beautifully.
Marjory put his hand on his chest and bowed to Brando with the etiquette of a subordinate. He replied, "My Lord, with the blessings of the gods, I was able to complete the mission."
Brando nodded and smiled. "Well done."
It was a simple sentence, but it made Marjory feel a little excited. But then he realized that he was not in the Royal Navy, and the person in front of him was not his immediate superior. He could not help but be slightly startled. He did not know when it started, but this group of envoys had become familiar with the commanding tone of their commander. But after all, he was a naval officer, and obedience to orders had long been second nature. This thought only flashed through his mind, and he did not take it seriously.
Eugenie, who was behind Brando, was keenly aware of the difference in tone between the two. She looked at Marjory and Brando with a complicated expression.
Brando glanced at the dark cabin door behind Rodney and cast a questioning look at Marjory.
The young naval officer understood tacitly and quickly replied, "My Lord, the prisoner's carriage is inside. As per your orders, I did not let anyone near the cabin."
Brando nodded in satisfaction. He did not want more people to know about Vahina's identity. Some things were better left in the dark than out in the open. Besides, he knew that with Vahina's temperament, she probably did not want too many people to see her in such a state. He felt a little complicated when he thought of the high and mighty young lady he met in the Loop of Trade Winds. He thought to himself that this was probably what fate meant. Who would have thought that their second meeting would be under such circumstances?
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In the dark prison, Vahina was curled up in a corner, trembling. Cold shackles were locked around her right ankle, connected to a heavy chain. She did not know what was happening outside, but she clearly heard the roar of cannons, the sound of fighting, and the violent tremors of the ship. These noises were extremely noisy at first, but it reached its peak at a certain time, and then gradually died down. The entire ship became silent.
At first, she could still hear the sound of doors being kicked open, heavy objects falling to the ground, begging for mercy, and beast-like howls. But soon, even these sounds disappeared. At first, she could still feel the floor of the ship shaking slightly, but later, even the entire ship became still, as if it had fallen into a completely silent world.
Vahina didn't know that it was because the ship had docked at the harbor again. She only knew that the terrifying roar of the cannons had scared her so much that she clutched her head and screamed. She couldn't wait for this hellish experience to end as soon as possible. But when everything quieted down, she missed the noise from before. The endless silence made her feel as if her heart was frozen. She didn't know what was going on outside. It was as if she had fallen into a huge unknown outside the pitch-black space. The uncertainty about the future made the duke's daughter feel as if a giant beast was lurking in the darkness ahead, waiting for her to run into it head-on.
She could hear her own heart beating powerfully in the darkness, thumping as if it was the only sound in the world. Fear made her lean tightly against the cold wall. She also tried to call out in a low voice a few times, trying to attract the attention of the guards outside the iron prison. But because of hunger and cold, her voice was as weak as a helpless lamb, and could not be heard outside the iron prison.
The great uneasiness finally made her sob softly.
At this moment, the sound of metal scraping against metal pierced the dark world. Vahina bounced up from the ground as if she had been pricked by a needle. There were still some tears on her face, but she widened her eyes in horror as she looked around. The sound came from outside the cabin door, and soon, a second sound was heard. Vahina could feel all the hair on her body standing on end. She listened carefully and finally heard the sound clearly. It was the sound of someone opening the lower cabin door. She might be a young lady, but she was not ignorant. She knew that in a warship like this, only the engine room door was made of metal, and it was not far from the lower cabin.
Is someone coming?
Or is it something else?
It was as if the beast hiding in the unknown was forcing its way into her. She could feel her little heart beating faster, and soon, she heard a series of footsteps. The footsteps stopped not far from the prison, and she heard men talking. Pirates? That was the first thought that came to Vahina's mind. She knew that there were no airships in her father's territory, and even if they wanted to save her, they would not wait until the airship left the port. But who would fight the imperial navy in the Sublime? It could only be the pirates.
She knew that the pirates had most likely won. Although she did not know who they were to be able to defeat the Knight by Rodney's side, she had heard stories about them since she was young. She knew what would happen if she fell into their hands, especially a young lady like her.
Vahina's face turned pale. She wished that time would stop at this moment and never move forward again, or that those boorish fellows would never notice this prison carriage. Unfortunately, things did not go as she wished. Soon, she heard the sound of the prison door opening. A creaking sound that made one's teeth ache, and a strong light shone in from outside. Vahina immediately lowered her head and curled up helplessly in a corner. Her heart was at a loss.
She was in complete despair. To her, this was the worst possible outcome.
But there was only a fine line between heaven and hell.
She heard a voice asking:
"Vahina?"
That voice was so pleasing to the ears, like the sound of nature. This rich young miss could swear to the heavens that she had never thought that that hateful voice would be so pleasant to the ears one day. It almost made her hallucinate, thinking that she was hearing things. She trembled and raised her head in disbelief. The light that seeped into the darkness caused her beautiful pupils to contract. Under her originally dazzling and beautiful blonde hair, which was now somewhat messy, her face was filled with an illusion of surprise and ecstasy.
She saw the face that should never have appeared, but now it was right in front of her, so real that it couldn't be any more real.
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