It had been a few days since the terrible battle on the Great Ocean.
The joint fleet of humans and elves was not attacked again. Tegris cast a large-scale concealment spell and changed the course of the ship. Although it would take more time (about a week) to reach Ossouin, the danger was greatly reduced. After some discussion, Laing and the others agreed with Tegris' plan.
At the same time, due to the great destruction of the Phoenix ship, many high elven soldiers were forced to live on the Enterprise. This increased the contact between the two sides, and also led to more conflicts and contradictions. Although the high elves recognized the strength of Laing and Forgen's group, they were still very arrogant when interacting with them. The dwarves, led by Little Solgreen, often deliberately provoked them. The two sides quarreled several times on the Enterprise and the Saint Sophia. Fortunately, neither side fought.
At night, the Enterprise's steam boilers were still working at full capacity. The rumbling sound resounded through the quiet night. The Great Ocean was still as turbulent as before, and the hot and stinky sea breeze blew in their faces.
The commander of the Old Guard, Bertrand, finished his duty for the day. He stroked his favorite and proudest mustache and walked towards his residence. The Enterprise in the night was beautiful, but also very noisy. Bertrand knew that he had to be able to sleep in such a noisy environment.
Along the way, the Old Guard greeted Bertrand, and the commander responded politely. He had heard rumors that His Majesty Laing intended to make him a baron. If Bertrand's attitude towards this was at all, he would be very grateful. If not, he would not force it. From a bandit in the Chalon Forest to the commander of the Old Guard under Laing's command, and even marrying a count's daughter as his wife, Bertrand knew how to be grateful more than anyone else. Not to mention, not only did Laing give him two villages as his fief, he also paid him a salary of 300 crowns a year. This salary was already very generous.
"Greetings, Sir." On his way back to his room, Bertrand bumped into Raymond, the battalion commander of the Old Guard's Halberd Battalion, and his younger brother, Thomas, who was now a Brittany engineer and had just returned from Nur. Among the brothers who fled from Lyonnesse, the elder brother had become the battalion commander of the Old Guard and a legendary powerhouse with the title of knight, while the younger brother had become a widely respected engineer. This family's good luck was often envied by others.
Although on the surface, Bertrand was still dissatisfied with Davu for "cutting the queue." But he also knew that the Holy Grail system could not be shaken, so the two were just ordinary colleagues. In contrast, Bertrand and Raymond had a better relationship. Seeing that the two brothers had finished their work, Bertrand invited them to have dinner together. "Have you had dinner?"
"Not yet." Raymond squeezed out a smile. This battalion commander wasn't used to long ocean voyages. He wasn't very comfortable.
"Then come to my room. You and Thomas can eat together." Bertrand, on the other hand, was very comfortable with the current situation. He warmly invited, "I have a lot of good food in my room. I can't finish it alone."
"Well, there's no need for that." Raymond was a little embarrassed. The food on the Enterprise was rationed according to the amount. Everyone had a fixed amount. Even he, as the battalion commander, was only given a little more. Among the Old Guard, only Bertrand and Davu could enjoy the treatment of a small kitchen.
"Oh, it's okay. You can keep your food for today. Come to my place. I have ice cream there." Bertrand then smiled. "Two boxes of ice cream. You will feel better."
"Well, okay then." Raymond couldn't help but lick his lips when he heard about ice cream.
On the Enterprise, ice cream was probably the most popular food.
It was well known that during ocean voyages, in addition to the extremely bad conditions, it was a filthy place full of stench, resentment, fear, vomiting, various maritime diseases, fever, dysentery, headaches, heat, tuberculosis, skin lumps, scurvy, cancer, and mouth ulcers. Food was also a very serious problem.
The main food on ocean voyages were biscuits, beans, bread, cheese, and bacon. Although there were few fresh fruits, since the high elves taught humans how to prevent sepsis, ocean voyages would try to bring some fruits as much as possible. This ration seemed good, but the problem was that the food couldn't be kept clean all the time.
Often, after a few weeks, the humid air on the ship would easily cause the food to rot. Not only would it spoil, but it would also cause worms, maggots, and moss to grow. At the same time, the stored fresh water would also begin to rot and turn green. There would be a sewer-like smell and a thick green color.
People had to mix drinks and wine, or even forcibly hold their noses and swallow.
"I promise, black-headed maggots taste much better than weevils. The former tastes like chicken, while the latter tastes like dog poop."
— — Old Sailor Bordero
Fortunately, the Enterprise was prepared for everything. With the help of the ice witches led by Aurora and Teresa, the ship had built a freezer to store all kinds of food. The light witches led by Veronica had also designed a water purification system. The sailors and soldiers' meals could be guaranteed to be healthy and have enough fresh water. But even so, ice cream was still the most popular meal for everyone. The small iron box was filled with sweet delicacies, and the cold desserts could drive away the summer heat and discomfort of ocean voyages.
Bertrand's personal room was not big, only eight square meters. It was almost full when the three of them sat down. Dinner was bread and butter, baked pizza, sandwiches, fresh vegetables, and fruit. For meat, there was lobster salad and steak. Of course, there was also ice cream, which was the old guard's favorite.
As they ate, the three of them began to complain. Raymond said unhappily, "Seriously, ever since those elves came, we haven't been able to live in peace. It seems like they're always finding fault with us, and they're always impatient. We've already given them the best place to stay, but they still find it too crowded."
"The high elves are just like that." Thomas was now a strong young man. After studying in the Nur for a few years, his knowledge and experience had increased greatly. He graduated from the Nur Firearms Academy with excellent results. The Armoured Nur and the Nur Firearms Factory had both sent him a contract, but Thomas always remembered who saved them from their predicament and who gave them a good life. Therefore, after graduation, the young children led by Thomas all returned to Brittany to work in the Musillon Firearms Factory, the Musillon Military Academy, and other places. "Arrogant, self-proclaimed nobility, insufferably arrogant, but I have to say, when it comes to fighting power, these pointy ears are not just for show."
Of course, Laing did not mistreat Thomas and the others. The Knight King announced that the children who returned from studying abroad would be given equal pay for equal work.
"I know that." Raymond ate the ice cream in big mouthfuls. The Old Guard said somewhat vaguely, "If it weren't for the fact that their ship was really damaged beyond recognition."
"Speaking of which, this naval battle really came out of nowhere." Bertrand's focus was not on this issue. The commander of the Old Guard wiped his mustache that was stained with steak juice and put down his knife and fork. "Don't you think that the ambush of the undead pirates this time was extremely fierce? The plan was very detailed. First, the ghost fleet appeared to attract a lot of our firepower, then the Drowned Ones appeared from the other side, and finally, the sea dragons of the dark elves appeared from behind. They almost succeeded."
"Yes, I think so too." Raymond also frowned. His mouth was full of ice cream. After enjoying this wonderful dessert for a while, Raymond said in a muffled voice, "The only thing that the enemy did not expect was the power of the ironclad, and the powerful combat power of His Majesty and Commander Fogen."
"Isn't that right?" Thomas said proudly. "The armor of the ironclad is made of meteoric iron and obsidian. How can it be broken so easily? No matter how many undead pirates come, they will all die. Let them come. "
"Don't be complacent, Thomas. Half of our shells have been used in this battle, and the casualties are not small. Including the Coldstream Guards, we have more than a hundred dead, and dozens of wounded soldiers. If it weren't for the medicine given by the high elves, many of them would have died of tetanus or infection." Bertrand stared at Thomas coldly. "The casualties of soldiers are not for you to use as a military medal, engineer."
"Sorry." Thomas also realized that he had said something wrong, and shut his mouth, feeling a little ashamed.
"It's best if we can reach Ossouin smoothly," Raymond quickly said. The commander of the Old Guard thought for a moment, and then said, "The long voyage makes me a little tired."
"This is already the treatment of royalty. Son, this is the ocean. You can eat good frozen meat, white bread, goat cheese, and even ice cream!" Bertrand sneered, but then he nodded, agreeing with Raymond's view. "But you're right. For the sake of safety, we'd better not fight with the undead fleet at sea. If we continue to fight, it will only increase the casualties."
Thomas hesitated. He picked up a piece of citrus with a silver fork, thought for a moment, and said, "But I still feel that it's a little strange. I've read a lot of descriptions of the undead army in Nur. The undead are very cunning creatures, and they don't care about casualties. After the first wave of attack, they have roughly determined our position. So, why didn't they launch a second and third wave of attacks? According to the information we know, the undead fleet is as numerous as the carps crossing the river. There are definitely more than two fleets. "
"Yes." Bertrand nodded slowly. The commander of the Old Guard thought for a moment, and then said, "Have you ever seen a patient hunter? An old hunter who is responsible for hunting ferocious beasts in the forest. "
"There are two characteristics of an old hunter. The first is patience. An old hunter will patiently set up ambushes and traps, put down the tools, and wait quietly for the prey to fall into the trap. The second is calmness. An old hunter will not make a move easily until the last moment, unless he is absolutely sure, because it means that he will be exposed." Bertrand continued, "The undead are the most patient because they have unlimited time. This ambush is a little like that."
"This time, the undead did not expect two things. The first thing is that the power of the ironclad warships is so amazing. The other thing is that the enemy lacks armor-piercing cannons. The second thing is that the combat power of our side is amazing."
Raymond and Thomas were thoughtful after hearing this. Thomas thought carefully and nodded in agreement, but Raymond did not think so far. His thoughts were simpler, and that was, he was worried about when the undead would come back. He cursed in his heart that it must be the high elves who caused this.
The three of them were silent for a while, and Raymond suddenly said with interest, "Speaking of which, sir, there has been a rumor recently in the army that His Majesty Laing wants to make you a baron because you have served for a long time, and you are the commander of the Old Guard. Is that true?"
Thomas also turned his head with interest after hearing this.
"Where did you hear that? If His Majesty wants to make me a baron, he will make me a baron. Why are there so many rumors? It's just that some guys think that they have followed His Majesty for so many years and deserve a knight title." Bertrand shook his head. The former Green Arrow thought for a while, and suddenly said self-deprecatingly, "Ah, don't think so much. Even if he wants to make me a baron, it will most likely be Nicolas (Davu). He is the real native of Bastogne, and he has also been blessed by the Holy Grail of the Lady. By then, not to mention the baron title, even my identity as the commander will most likely be given to him."
Raymond and Thomas were silent. After all, Davu had won the favor of the Lady and obtained the Holy Grail.
This topic was a sensitive one. The few of them chatted for a while and finished their meal. Before leaving, Raymond suddenly felt a gaze full of primitive anger sweeping across the small room.
Raymond focused his attention on the small icon of Tal behind Bertrand. It was an icon made of antlers, oak, and animal skin. Bertrand usually prayed to Tal here, but when Raymond looked at the icon, he could no longer feel anything. The commander of the Old Guard did not dare to look at it any longer, and quickly said goodbye to his brother.
That night, Bertrand entered a dream amidst the noise of the Enterprise.
In the dreamscape, he seemed to have entered an incomparably sacred place. Over there, a Titan with hair all over his body, only using animal skin and tree bark to wrap himself up. He wore a huge antler crown on his head and stood proudly in the middle of the ancient forest. Giant trees that were hundreds of meters tall blotted out the sky. He held a huge bow in his hand and was hunting. He was hunting a legendary ancient ferocious beast, the Chimera. Its entire body was dozens of meters long and it had three heads. One of them was spitting fire, the other was spitting water, and the last one was spitting poison. It was still a lackey of Chaos, but the Titan drew his bow and shot an arrow through its heart.
Bertrand recognized the identity of the Titan. He knelt down respectfully, trembling as he wanted to offer his respect.
"That bitch, she got a guy called the Holy Grail to suppress you?" The Titan did not turn his head, but his roar exuded the original anger and wildness. His power was as majestic as the winter sun.
"Wu …" Before Bertrand could speak, the Titan immediately roared angrily. The forest paradise within thousands of kilometers trembled in his anger. "Enough, I will not lose to anyone. Don't even think about it. If that bitch can give it to you, I can give it to you too!"
"My dear, calm down." At this time, a beautiful lady in a white silk dress appeared beside the Titan. She was slightly plump, but full of maternal charm. Her smile could heal any soul. Her words calmed the Titan. He stared at Bertrand's trembling and fragile soul and nodded slowly.
The Titan took out a hatchet from his back and a branch from a huge sacred tree. He then took out a small knife and pulled out a long tendon from the Chimera's body to make a simple big bow. Then, he gave his blessing to the big bow.
The lady also smiled and gave her blessing to the big bow.
The Titan threw the big bow to Bertrand and sent his blessing into Bertrand's body. "Very well, I want to let that bitch know that my people will never lose to her! Take it! "
"From today onwards, you are my Chosen One. I give you a new title — Eye of Tarr!"
"Ahhhh!" The commander of the Old Guard woke up from his dream. Bertrand found that he was sweating profusely. The commander of the Old Guard turned over and sat up, panting heavily, recalling everything that happened in the dream. In the dream, the Titan and the lady …
Was it a dream? Bertrand suddenly found that his eyesight had improved. He could see things in the dark as if it were daytime! Even the slightest scratch of less than a millimeter on the iron door of the room could be seen clearly!
There was an exquisite big bow hanging on the wall, exuding the power of the God of Orion and the blue brilliance of water. That was not his original big bow, that was … Bertrand quickly turned over and stood up. He reached out and took down the big bow. He could feel that in his body, the fire and anger from the God of Nature cheered and danced with the blessing divine power in the big bow.
"It seems that it was not a dream." Bertrand Eye of Tarr had realized what had happened. He immediately came to the altar and knelt down on one knee with tears in his eyes.
"My Lord, thank you!!!"
… I am the section dividing line that she can give, and I can give …
At the same time, there was a knock on the door of the King's Suite on the Enterprise.
Tegris, the elite archmage, stood at the door with the Staff of Lilith, waiting quietly.
A minute later, the door opened. Olica, whose maid uniform was a little messy, opened the door. Seeing that it was Tegris, she rolled her eyes. "What's the matter?"
"I have something to discuss with Laing and you," Tegris said lightly.
"I see. Come in." Olica did not seem surprised at all. "I have something to tell you too."
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