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Chapter 241: Lanchi is Just a Bit Too Ambitious
Chapter 241: Lanchi is Just a Bit Too Ambitious
Left alone in the cabin, Lanchi sat on the edge of his bed.
"Where are you now, Suffering?"
As he felt the gentle rocking of the ship and recalled the events of the past few days, Lanchi couldn't help but sigh.
He had been enjoying his journey with Suffering for over a month, but suddenly a magical storm had engulfed the ship, blocking out the sky and sun.
Just as Lanchi was bemoaning his idle situation, the shadow at his feet stirred as if a small black cat had emerged from a black pond. The cat nimbly leaped onto Lanchi's lap and gazed at him with eyes like the bright night sky.
"Most likely, the Dimension Bishop and the Destruction Bishop are fighting on the other side of the sea, triggering a reaction with the natural magical disasters in the sea, affecting us here."
The cat boss remarked.
It was hard to say whether this was a natural disaster or a man-made catastrophe, as the cardinals of the Reborn Church had long been known as human-shaped natural disasters.
There was no one to turn to when one's strength was insufficient to avoid collateral damage.
No one dared to intervene when bishops fought; those with insufficient strength would perish, and those who meddled despite having adequate strength might find themselves facing a two-bishop onslaught.
Countries would be delighted if the two cardinals could inflict heavy damage on each other, so they let them fight it out.
However, this had caused a butterfly effect, reaching even this side of the sea.
"Lanchi, I told you to follow me."
The cat boss boasted, proudly swinging its tail.
It had used psychokinesis magic to carry Lanchi through the air for quite some time before finally finding a ship in transit.
"I now acknowledge you as the strongest seventh-order."
Lanchi stroked the little black cat's head.
The cat boss, once considered the shame of the seventh-order by everyone, had unexpectedly proven to be incredibly convenient for home travel. There couldn't be a stronger seventh-order mascot.
"By the way, how is Suffering doing?"
The cat boss anxiously rubbed against Lanchi's palm.
"The distance is too far. I can't establish a clear mental connection with the Poet of Great Love, but from the emotions I felt the Poet of Great Love trying to convey, they should be in a better situation than us."
Lanchi closed his eyes as if sensing something in his heart, and finally shook his head in contemplation.
When the ship capsized, both he and Suffering were swept away by the tsunami that turned the world upside down.
Not only had they deviated from their original course, but the distance between them was probably growing larger.
Fortunately, during their journey, the Poet of Great Love and Suffering had shared a room every night, and the [Poet of Great Love] had always been with Suffering.
As long as Suffering summoned the [Poet of Great Love], Lanchi would be able to sense her general direction.
"Lanchi, cheer up. We must work hard to find Suffering."
The cat boss raised its paw and patted Lanchi encouragingly.
Although Lanchi claimed that there was no need to worry about Suffering, the cat boss felt that with Suffering's absence, Lanchi would inevitably feel a sense of loss, and he hoped that he would adjust to this situation as soon as possible.
Hearing this, Lanchi nodded solemnly.
"Since things have come to this, I can only establish a foundation in the Protoss Empire and then find Suffering to complete our research tasks together. This vacation seems to be quite fulfilling."
Lanchi forced himself to be optimistic. Sometimes, it's not that the road has come to an end, but that it's time to turn. The road is not only under your feet but also in your heart. When your heart turns, your path widens. Learning to turn is also a kind of wisdom in life because setbacks are often turning points, and crises are also opportunities.
The only change brought about by this maritime disaster was that before he reunited with Suffering, he had to strive to create a better environment and tourism capital for her.
"...Meow."
The cat boss froze for a moment.
It felt that at this moment, Lanchi might be more reassuring to the cat if he displayed a touch of youthful sensitivity.
It seemed that of all things, what scared Hurberrian the most was Lanchi's sudden surge of ambition.
She had even entrusted the Cat Boss with a task, saying that since she and Lanchi were of different genders, she couldn't keep an eye on him at all times. Sometimes, she needed the Cat Boss to watch over him and ensure he didn't do anything reckless.
However, the Cat Boss had only ever heard Hurberrian and Tata's conversations and had not witnessed Lanchi's extraordinary ability to rapidly adapt and evolve in new environments.
It always felt that Hurberrian and Tata were exaggerating. How could there be such a godlike existence? If he truly possessed such capabilities, wouldn't he already be the principal of the Ikelite Academy?
"Then, Lanchi, I wish you luck, meow. I hope that by following you, I can also have a better life."
The Cat Boss nodded seriously.
It wanted to see for itself what Lanchi's ambition would lead to; it had been curious for a long time.
"Rest assured, I won't let you suffer in the slightest," Lanchi smiled and stroked the cat, assuring it.
...
The next morning.
The boundless sea sparkled under the morning sun.
On the deck, Viscount Francis stood gazing at the vast ocean, deep in thought.
He silently took out a cigarette case from his pocket, placing a cigarette between his lips. His secretary quickly stepped closer, shielding the cigarette from the wind as he lit it for the Viscount.
"We should arrive at Lilom City tonight, right?" Viscount Francis turned his head and asked his secretary beside him after a moment.
"Yes, my lord," the secretary replied respectfully with a nod.
Hearing this, Viscount Francis stood by the railing, taking in the sea breeze.
There was still a lot of work to be done upon their return, and there were those troublesome aristocrats in the city-state that he had to deal with. Just thinking about it made him feel that this moment of smoking a cigarette was a rare respite.
A few minutes passed.
As Viscount Francis stood by the railing, about to head back to his cabin to continue working, he suddenly saw the navigator jump down from the lookout post.
"My Lord Francis, over there."
Along with the navigator's words, Viscount Francis raised the telescope the navigator had handed him and looked in the direction the navigator was pointing.
In that direction, the silhouette of a merchant ship could be faintly seen.
Soon.
This ship gradually caught the attention of the crew. It was a small merchant ship that had departed from Lilom City.
As the two ships were on a collision course, Viscount Francis' ship immediately changed course to avoid a potential collision.
However, the small merchant ship also adjusted its direction as if it intended to approach them.
From the gestures of the figures on its deck, it seemed they were seeking help.
It was normal for a ship to encounter problems after a storm like the one they had experienced the day before.
But Viscount Francis frowned.
"Aren't they going too fast?" Viscount Francis muttered.
According to common sense, at this speed, the ship should be practically empty to achieve such a rapid pace.
And yet, at this distance, their large cargo ship found it almost impossible to avoid or outdistance the smaller vessel.
"Keep everyone on alert and find out their intentions," Viscount Francis ordered immediately.
Usually, in the coastal areas near the Protoss Empire, no one dared to harbor ill intentions. Any pirates would be swiftly eradicated by the imperial army sent by the province.
Before long, the two ships gradually closed the distance between them and finally came to a halt side by side.
Viscount Francis and his crew did not set up a temporary walkway between the decks.
However.
Just at that moment, a group of people in silver robes suddenly poured out from the small merchant ship, leaping onto Viscount Francis' ship like unstoppable projectiles!
"They're members of the Reborn Church!"
"Battle stations!"
A fierce battle suddenly erupted on the deck!
(End of Chapter)
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