Game Transmigration: Saving The World Again 1000 Years Later
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167 Diana and the Mist (2)
After shouting, he turned to look at William and said, “Mr. Ishmael, please hide in the cabin. In addition, please hide half of your goods and keep half with you.”
“Then how long do I have to hide?” William asked with a frown.
“Hide until we finish killing them or they finish killing us. Of course, there's the fantastical possibility of us negotiating conditions with them and the other party takes away more than half of the things on the ship and that spells the end of this matter. That way, everyone will be happy.”
“Then which is more likely?” William continued asking.
Regarding this, the other party smiled bitterly.
“My suggestion is that you prepare yourself a sharp dagger. Ending things quickly might be more pleasant when the time comes.”
William hesitated for a while.
In principle, William didn't want to cause too much commotion before he arrived in Ava State or even before he saw Remides. He wasn't sure if sinking an empire warship was considered a huge commotion.
Moreover, if he only wanted to escape, he only needed to release Storm-type spells to accelerate Whalebone and shake off the empire warship.
However…
William looked at Liz.
Her body was wrapped in a faint mist, and she blurred her figure. Captain Hobbs, who wasn't far from her, didn't sense the faerie's existence.
Liz helplessly gestured to William that there was no problem.
“I'll stay on deck too,” William said to the crippled captain.
Hobbs, who had originally turned around and planned on returning to assign missions, turned around. He looked at the Elementium Silver vendor who claimed to be from the Blackwater Province with a curious expression.
“What for? To be cannon fodder?” he asked directly.
William shook his head. Bright red flames ignited over his hand.
Looking at the flames burning on the other party's hand, Hobbs's pupils dilated.
“You're a magic chanter?”
“Don't tell me you think an ordinary person would dare to carry kilograms of Elementium Silver and do business in Ava State alone?”
William replied and continued, “I know a little about magic. Don't worry, these pirates named the Navy won't snatch anything from this ship.”
“I heard a commotion outside. Did something happen?”
A very ethereal female voice sounded from the closed door.
The bearded middle-aged man hesitated for a moment but ultimately didn't open the wooden door engraved with all kinds of runes.
Ever since he received the mission from the Eighth Order to escort a prophet named Diana to Ava State, the rumors about her became more and more ridiculous.
Some said that looking at her for too long would make one blind, some said that her tears could cure all illnesses, and some said that she could turn iron and stone into gold with just her touch…
She initially claimed that she didn't want to be treated specially as a so-called prophet, hoping to eat and live like the sailors on the ship. Three brawls happened on the ship the next day because of her eventually. A total of four fingers and an ear were lost—because the sailors were fighting for the right to sit beside her during meals.
As the captain, he had no choice but to give up his independent room to this ‘Holy Maiden.' Moreover, dinner was delivered for her to eat alone.
“Miss Diana, our ship just encountered a group of pirates. The deck is preparing for the upcoming encounter…”
After hearing a soft draw of breath from behind the door, the captain said quickly, “But don't worry. With our strength, we can completely ensure your safety. However, the prerequisite is that you stay here and not go out before everything is over. It's very dangerous outside.”
The person behind the door fell silent for a while before saying in an ethereal voice, “Since they're pirates, there's nothing we can do about it.”
Upon hearing this, the captain finally relaxed a little.
With the empire far away, the empire had formulated a method to restrict its navy from plundering.
However, the cost for it to be effective was too high, and the effects of low-cost methods were extremely limited. The empire eventually could only force every ship to be equipped with Ship Priests to revitalize and cleanse the minds of the crew. This plan that they weren't convinced of themselves probably indicated that they had done their best.
As for the Priests of the Holy Spirits Church, he always had a joke to tell about them.
Piousness, wisdom, and sincerity. Any Priest could only have two of these three outstanding qualities at the same time.
As long as he discovered the quality they lacked, he could easily control the Priest sent to monitor them on the ship for his employ.
From the looks of it, it wasn't just a Priest. Even this so-called prophet who was a mouthpiece of the former Eighth Holy Spirit couldn't escape this law of Priests.
She might be very pious and sincere, but it was obvious that wisdom had nothing to do with her.
It had to be known that this was the Shattered Sea. In the past 800 years, other than the Storm sailors who risked their heads and did smuggling, how could pirates appear here?
However, the other party believed him immediately.
The captain suppressed his smugness and glanced to the side. The two sailors who had been waiting for orders walked over and guarded both sides of the door.
“Stay here and protect Miss Diana,” the captain said loudly.
Then, he added to the two sailors in a whisper, “Remember, don't let her step out of this room before I return…”
Before he could finish speaking, the emotionless ethereal voice behind the door suddenly sounded, scaring him.
“Captain, I don't need additional protection. The battle outside is more dangerous.”
“Don't worry. Pirates are only a motley crew to us. I'm getting them to protect you here just in case the other party has lightning mages. Out of desperation, they might warp here with spatial spells,” the captain said patronizingly. Then, he ignored the other party's answer and left in a hurry.
Therefore, he didn't hear Diana's last sentence: “In the battle later, please be wary of the mist…”
“Will it work?”
While the surrounding people were focused on the warship, William secretly asked Liz, who was flying behind him,
“It's nothing. It might be a little risky to Teleport someone over, but it's not difficult to use Faerie Mist as a magical conduit,” Liz, who was flying behind him, replied energetically for some reason.
Far away in the Blackwater Swamp, William wanted to use his clone to cast spells on the Shattered Sea. The most fatal problem was the decrease in magical power.
In the Blackwater Swamp and Nakuland, William overcame the distance problem between a few large cities by using response terminals engraved with spatial spells as a magic transmission base station.
However, in this vast sea, firstly, he couldn't fix the response terminals as magic power transmission base stations—they might be swept away by the current if he threw them into the sea. Secondly, even if he controlled the entire Thorn City's Elementium Silver resources, he couldn't afford to squander them like this. The distance between the Shattered Sea and the Blackwater Swamp was much greater than between the big cities in the Blackwater Swamp.
Fortunately, William finally recalled that other than lightning spells, there was another way to cross space and close the distance.
That was the faeries' innate spell—Faerie Mist.
By blurring and confusing the concept of distance, the two places could be connected.
Chapter end
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