The Whale, with its flares on, traveled through the calm night.
Several people in the ship's room murmured.
Andre judged, "It's probably a young nobleman who has committed some crime and is preparing to flee to a foreign country with his two female companions."
"Well, in that case, we'll be fine if we do away with it, right?"
"So what if something's wrong? If I don't say anything, who knows!"
"Andrei, it was agreed that the gold would be shared equally!"
"Just do it! I'm horny as hell!"
"Squeak~"
The cabin door suddenly swung and twisted open of its own accord, and the sailors turned their heads in surprise.
A tall woman walked in, lowering her hood to reveal a stunning face.
"What brings you here on your own, beauty?"
"Did that young master bully you? It's okay, we'll get justice for you!"
Outside the ship's chamber, listening to the evil laughter coming from inside, Eleazar cocks his head faintly.
The next second, a dazzling purple light erupted from the hatch.
Holding up eleven soul crystals, Fina walked out thoughtfully.
"Done."
The three men who had taken the Whale for themselves made their way to the bridge.
Fina, who had read up on the experience of driving a boat, maneuvered around in style.
Halfway through the morning, having determined the current direction, she said faintly, "They had no honest intention of taking us out of the country at all, and went around in a big circle, circling back to Silvermoon Harbor."
Evelea bristled, "I told you so~"
Fina maneuvered the ship's rudder and slowly reversed the course of the voyage.
"Well, to make sure the transmission can be used in an emergency, there's also cargo clearance, which means throwing out all that useless stuff; the less mass there is, the faster the transmission kicks in."
Evelea's eyes lit up at once, and she hastily pulled her side.
Stepping out of the cab, Eleazar stopped abruptly and touched her head.
"Go on down, I'll be there in a minute."
The witch stomped her foot noiselessly.
"Good girl~"
After coaxing the guy away, Eleazar went back into the cab.
A lone figure braced on the rudder in the dimly lit cabin.
He walked up and gently hugged on from behind.
"What's wrong with you?"
A tear-stained face tilted back.
"Dad's dead..."
"It was killed by the Bloods of the Shadow Council!"
So that's it. Are those people looking for it?
Eleazar tightens his hands and whispers, "Wait for me..."
"No, don't go to them!"
Fina shook her head in some pain.
"The Shadow Council is not just an organization, but an alliance of intelligent dark creatures, fae, and evil sequencers, and now it is infiltrating the underbelly of society, there are many companies and institutions in Shireen, unaccountably serving this organization, and there is no way that your Witcher hordes of times can completely remove this force, we can't fight them. "
The warlock who had read the memories of a large number of soul crystals was incredibly aware of how large this power was.
That's exactly why it's extraordinarily desperate.
She turned and pressed her tear-stained face against his chest.
"You're all I have left now..."
Holding that trembling and crying petite body, Eleazar sank his deep gaze and patted her back gently.
"Good girl, it's okay..."
After a long time, and having comforted her, Eleazar walked out of the cabin in silence.
Standing on the side of the ship, with the cool sea breeze blowing, he looked up at the moonlight in the sky.
"The Shadow Council, the Church of the Seven Obsidians..."
Then came the thought of their destination for this trip.
"Naturalists..."
If one's guess was correct, the real situation on Rune's side might not be as good as one might think.
Smiling bitterly, Eleazar slowly walks down to the cargo bay.
Evelea is looking at the pile of goods thoughtfully.
"These Celine souvenirs, they seem to be worth a lot of money, you can bring them to Rune's side and make a fortune~"
"It's that time of year and you're still thinking about money!"
Eleazar didn't have the heart to raise his hand and wring the cheek.
Evelea stomped her foot, "You're taking it out on me again!"
Accompanying the noisy fellow, they quickly tossed the entire contents of the cargo hold into the ocean.
Then there was also a complete overhaul of the ship so that everything useless could be discarded anyway.
Just to get through the portal quickly.
Whether it's fleeing from the Acolytes or the possibility of a shipwreck.
With their escape at stake, there can be no room for sloppiness.
Pushing the last few large steel cabinets overboard, it was noticeable that the sailing speed had all gotten a touch faster.
Eleazar clapped his hands together, "Well, that should be fine."
Evelea watched these overly deliberate moves in silence.
"Are you feeling tired?"
Eleazar looked back with a start.
The witch crossed her arms behind her back and lowered her head, padding up on the toe of one shoe.
"Do you think it's too tiring to carry us around~"
"Ooohhhh uhhhh Ula..."
Seeing that she seemed to want to say something else, Eleazar grabbed the face and rubbed it into various shapes.
He didn't let go of his hand until he had bullied her to the point where tears were welling up in her eyes.
Take a whimsical person into your arms.
"No it's not, don't you dare think that."
"Then why do you have so much trouble in your mind?"
Eleazar patted her on the back.
"Kids don't have too much to worry about."
"Oh, well then~"
The witch with only 7 seconds of memory quickly forgot the worries she just had and said happily, "Let's go rest then!"
Eleazar leads her towards the cab.
"Let's not get too far apart in case something unexpected happens."
"Eh... Don't do it."
No matter how reluctant the guy was, Eleazar forced her into the cab and hit the ground running in the back to rest.
Fina, who was at the helm of the boat, turned back now and then to warn the two men with her eyes.
It was a good thing that the witch was only dishonest for a little while, and soon drifted off to sleep.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor Eleazar gently stroked her head.
Having followed him from Daron City to Santa Fe? many thousands of kilometers away, it was probably she who was the most tired of all, in order not to fall behind.
...
After a night of safe and uneventful sailing, the sky showed the color of a fish's belly as dawn approached.
"They're catching up!"
Fina suddenly set off an alarm, waking up the two behind her.
Eleazar's eyes snapped open and he quickly got up and rushed off the deck.
In the sky, suspended in the air were several white-robed figures with radiant bodies, their backs against the red sun that slowly climbed from the horizon.
An acolyte wearing a silver mask reported, "There were only three people on board, members of the escaped Wraiths, Evelea, Sequence-Wraith!"
Qishi looks down with a face full of calm.
"Are these the only evil companions you have left, or was the time too short for the number to gather the others?"
Eleazar gripped his silver sword without a word.
Noticing a light flowing above him, he jerked his head up and his feet erupted with a surprisingly huge force, stepping on the stern of the ship high up in the air.
The acolyte who was in the process of condensing a holy light spell, with a trembling holy light barrier all over his body, was sent flying like a baseball by the Titan's divine power.
They were still casting holy light spells knowing that they were already ineffective against them, so there was only one outcome, and that was to destroy the ship.
Witcher, who had landed back on the deck, looked at them with a deadly gaze.
The remaining 6 acolytes withdrew their gaze from the meteor that flew out.
"See, when you push people, they fight for their lives."
Qishi remained unhurried.
"Buzz!!!"
Just then, the sea ripped open a huge space door, and the ship rushed towards the space tunnel with full horsepower like mad.
"Your Highness, they're about to leave, which one to arrest?"
"Witcher, of course."
"The warlock and the witch?"
Qishi shook his head, "No, leave him with a glimmer of hope so that he will struggle desperately to try for that slim chance."
That flawless face was full of holiness.
"As long as one lives, there can be a future; with a future, hope rises; with hope, possibilities exist; and with possibilities, they can be observed; to be able to observe means to be able to intervene; to be able to intervene means to be able to control..."
"Subordinate understands."
The acolyte with the silver mask pulled out a pair of shackles but put one on.
He then reached out to Witcher on the deck.
"I, for one, declare war on you!"
Seal of the 4th Order: Shackles of War
Effect: Initiates a duel that cannot be escaped unless one side concedes defeat and dies.
Both were already in the space tunnel and seeing that the space door was about to close, a silver shackle suddenly locked his wrist.
Feeling the power of the rules that simply could not be resisted, Eleazar opened his mouth, only managing to mouth two words wordlessly towards the two men, before he was dragged heavily by the silver chains.
"AHHH!!!"
Fina stretched out her arms and looked at the slowly closing space door, crying her heart out.