PS: Recently, some people have complained that there are too many girly plots. I would like to say that this novel has already reached over 2 million words, which has exceeded my original expectations. Halfway through writing, I have used up most of the plot and story ideas that I came up with previously. As an author, it is inevitable that writing fatigue is inevitable. I hope that everyone can understand. Here, I have added a chapter to thank everyone for their support. At the same time, I would like to ask for a monthly vote. If it fails, I can only rely on quantity to make up for it.
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Leon's cabin was located at the rear of the Bordero Galleon. This was a cabin area specially prepared for the nobles and captains. There were a few well-decorated small rooms inside. Relatively speaking, the area of a dozen square meters was still small. However, everything inside was still very complete. This environment reminded Leon of the hotel rooms he had stayed in in his previous life. Other than a bed, a bedside table, a cupboard, and a sofa, everything was available. There was also an office desk.
Even so, this was the best room on a galleon. After all, a galleon was a warship, not a passenger ship. Laing and the others were going on an expedition to Estalia, not to enjoy life on the sea.
"Master, it's time to get up." The dark elf maid came to the bed with a headscarf and slippers. "Sir Fedmond wants to meet you at the dining hall at four o 'clock in the afternoon."
"Get up, my dear. Let's get down to business." On the bed, Veronica gently pushed Laing away, her face flushed red. Garland's legs were weak, and her waist was sore and painful. She lay on the soft mattress and pillows, panting softly. She signaled to Laing unhappily: You've had enough. It's time to get down to business.
"Are you all coming with me?" Laing gently kissed Veronica's lips and forehead. He then got up and put on his clothes. "Orica? What about you? "
"I'm not going, master. I'll stay in the room." The dark elf looked at the lazy Veronica with jealousy and shook her head.
"Forget it, all of you come with me. And Al Frey, call him." After Leon put on his clothes, the count did not give Veronica and Olica the chance to refuse. "You can't hide in the cabin forever, Olica and Veronica. You need to meet more great nobles. I'm not saying that you can do your own research behind closed doors just because I'm here."
"Ah, alright." Veronica had planned to use her aching back and weak legs as an excuse, but after hearing Laing's tone, she had no choice but to follow Laing's orders.
Laing's status was different now, and no one dared to ignore his orders.
Twenty minutes later, they were all dressed. Veronica touched up her makeup, and Laing called Al Frey. The Templar Knight took a nap on the iron bed, but it was obviously not very comfortable. "Good afternoon, Laing, Lady Veronica, and Miss Dark Elf."
"How is it, Afu? How do you feel about the accommodation on the galleon?" Laing patted Al Frey's shoulder.
"Not very good, but it's better than Nord's navy. I'll never forget the bed on the deck." The Templar Knight shrugged. He could barely accept the living conditions.
The Empire had two navies, the Rick Navy and the Nord Navy. However, the Empire's navy was not very strong.
The Rick Navy had a large number of ships and powerful warships. This navy was equipped with dozens of warships, the most powerful of which was a giant ship comparable to the Bordero Galleon.
However, the Rick Navy was an inland navy. This navy did most of its work as a marine police. Due to the special nature of Marienburg and the lack of coastline, they could only maintain law and order in the Rick River. Occasionally, they would go out to sea to deal with the Northka pirates and Brittany privateers. This caused the Rick Navy to lack sailing experience and could only be responsible for guarding the inland waters. Most of the ships were also made up of small inland warships and could not sail far away.
Nord's navy had a wealth of seafaring experience, but the size of Nord's navy was not large. Leon had seen Nord's navy before, and he always thought that the official name of Nord's navy should be "Nord's Coastal Defense Force".
In layman's terms, the only purpose of Nord's navy was to cooperate with the fortresses on the northern coast of Nord to resist the invasion of Northka and the barbarians. Nord's navy was small and had sailing experience, but it did not have the ability to sail and fight far away.
"Oh, Nord's navy can't even beat that group of Assur's navy." The dark elf sneered, her expression quite disapproving. "Stupid humans, you have never seen the Black Ark and don't understand what a real navy is."
"Then, Miss Olica, are you interested in telling us what the Black Ark is?" Veronica stretched and looked at the dark elf with her sweet almond eyes.
"… I will only tell my master." The dark elf's amber eyes flashed with hostility, and then she turned her head away.
"Laing will tell me." Veronica stared at Olica.
"Whether or not my master tells you is his business, but I will only tell my master." The dark elf did not intend to give in.
Women are so troublesome! Didn't I tell you not to provoke women? Al- Frey gave Laing a look.
The blond Paladin had planned to go to Magritte to take a look. There was the main shrine of the Goddess of War, Mirmidia, there, and it could be considered a pilgrimage.
Mirmidia was the main deity of the southern kingdoms, including Estalia and Tyrell. Her faith was also spread in the Empire. It was said that the first time the goddess showed her power and became widely known was during the Flaming Red Expedition. If Yuric represented the savagery and bravery of war, then Mirmidia represented the art and strategy of war.
In Brittany and the Empire, Mirmidia was not as widely worshipped as the southern kingdoms, but she was still one of the most widely worshipped deities. Sometimes, Brittany knights would come to the shrine of the Goddess of War to pray before going to war, and the Goddess of the Lake would smile at them.
In the Empire, there were three knights who worshipped Mirmidia as their main deity. They were the famous Knights of the Sun, the Knights of the Eagle, and the Knights of the Spear of Justice. The Knights of the Sun were one of the most powerful knights in the Old World, and they were extremely wealthy. Every Sun Knight used gold, black jade, obsidian, and diamonds to decorate their armor. Each of them had a polished mirror shield that could reflect all light. The headquarters of the Knights of the Sun was set in Tara Beheim, and they were responsible for protecting the trade route between the Empire and Estalia, and made a lot of money from it.
The Church of Justice led by Al- Frey did not like the Church of the Goddess of War, but they did not oppose it. The Yuric Sect, on the other hand, did not like the goddess who regarded war as art and strategy. Although they could not do anything about the Goddess of War Academy in Nur, the believers of Yuric did their best to prevent the Goddess of War Academy from establishing a branch in White Wolf City.
Laing gave Al- Frey a sidelong glance. Shut up!
The smell of sparks on the road was just a small interlude. Soon, they arrived at the dining hall. The eldest son of Duke Bodrick of Bordero, the Knight of the Holy Grail, Fedmond, was already seated. In addition, there was a red-nosed captain with a round pirate hat on his head, a scimitar and a musket hanging from his waist. He had a fierce face, a pair of bull eyes, and a big beard.
Seeing Laing appear, Fedmond and the red-nosed captain immediately stood up from their seats. "Good afternoon, Sir Laing."
"Good afternoon! Please take a seat. "Laing nodded, his face calm.
Veronica was the only one who couldn't help but be amazed. Garlan thought to herself, "Forget about the red-nosed captain. Holy Grail Knight Fedmond is the eldest son of Duke Bodrick of Bordero, the future heir to the title of Duke!
Fedmond, who was already in his fifties, actually stood up to greet Laing. This was enough to show that in the hearts of Fedmond, and even in the hearts of all the knights of the Knight King, Laing was on the same level as the Duke.
"Greetings, Lord Ryan. This is Captain Penélope de Gama. His father is an Estalian, and his mother is a Breton. He is currently the captain of the Bordero Galleon 'Mannen's Fury' in the Sea God Fleet. He will be cooperating with us on the high seas, and we will put enough pressure on those damned Estalian bandits to force them to hand over the prisoners and the divine artifact." Fedmond was obviously very anxious about the loss of Neptune's Trident. The Knight of the Holy Grail's expression was a little vexed, but also full of hatred.
"Greetings, Sir Laing. You can call me Pepe. I am very honored to have your help in this operation. May Mannen bless our sails." The red-nosed captain made a good gesture. He certainly knew that the Duke's family must have paid a heavy price to get Laing to help.
Pepe? When Lionheart heard this name, he suddenly recalled a ferocious martial monk wearing white clothes. With a flying kick, he knocked down the students of the Lamasia Film Academy one after another. Afterwards, the referee rushed up and took out a Ruby God of War card to send him off.
Shaking his head, Laing signaled Veronica, Olica, and Frey to take a seat.
Seeing such a beautiful dark elf, both Fedmond and Captain Pepe took a few more glances at her. Fedmond thought that it was a little strange that Laing, the role model of chivalry, would bring a dark elf with him.
"Olica is proficient in all kinds of soul magic and interrogation techniques. She will help us get information in this operation." Laing saw the curiosity of Fedmond and Captain Pepe. He then asked, "How long will it take us to reach Bilibari Duchy?"
"About a week to ten days. It depends on the wind speed and the weather." Captain Pepe looked at the map.
"Hmm …" Laing nodded slightly. He lowered his head and thought for a while. Suddenly, he said to Captain Pepe, "The Neptune fleet should also have enough cargo, right?"
Fedmond was very surprised when he heard this. He immediately turned to Captain Pepe, as if he was surprised that a main ship like the galleon would have cargo. His first reaction was that it was impossible.
"Yes, we have a lot of cargo in our cabins." Captain Pepe gave a positive answer.
"Let's buy a gift first and present it to Duke Bilibari when we reach the shore." Laing frowned and said to Captain Pepe, "Remember, divide the gift into several parts. One of them must be heavy enough."
"Yes!" Captain Pepe nodded. "I'll ask the first mate to do it right away."
"Sir Laing?!" "Why are we giving gifts to those damned Estalian bandits?" Fedmond complained. "Why are we giving gifts to those damned Estalian bandits? They stole our family heirloom! "
"Yes, the Estalians ordered the rogue knights to steal Neptune's trident." Laing nodded slightly.
"Then why do we still have to buy gifts? We should take some people to Bilibari Duchy and start the investigation immediately! "Fedmond's face turned red. The Holy Grail knight could not understand Laing's decision.
"Why don't we give gifts?" Laing snorted. "If an Elven army came to Baldro to look for the holy relic in the Elven ruins, would you open the port and let the Elves drive straight in and let them dig back and forth in your territory while you sit in the castle and pretend nothing happened?"
Fedmond was speechless.
"We are here to investigate, not to declare war. Think carefully, Fedmond. If because of us, Duke Bilibari wrote a letter to His Majesty Richard, the Knight King, causing Richard to hold us responsible. How big of a problem would that be?! "
Fedmond, who had been anxious about the theft of Neptune's trident, finally woke up.
When he came back to his senses, he found that he was covered in cold sweat.
"Then what should we do? Sir Laing. "
"We should …"
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