One day later, Felin, tired of reading, walked out of the room and came to the uppermost deck of the black sailboat.
The sea breeze blew gently, and the sea surface was calm except for the ripples caused by the passing of three ships.
Peaceful and tranquil, this is a very beautiful picture.
Having lived in an inland city in his previous life and this life, he was used to seeing rolling mountains and endless wilderness. When he suddenly saw such a scenery, his vision was greatly impacted.
Da da da!
There were footsteps behind him, and Feiling looked back and saw the purple-haired Prince St. Albert walking onto the deck accompanied by two mystics.
He was not injured to begin with, but the reason why he looked weak when he was rescued was because he had not eaten for several days.
After a day's rest, most of his body recovered and he was able to get out of bed and walk.
"Socks, do you mind if I call you this?"
Seeing Feline looking back at him, Saint Albert smiled at Feline and asked.
"Your Highness, you can do whatever you want."
Felin shook his head and looked at St. Albert with an appraising look.
He was curious about this first prince, curious about why Lindy called him an idealist, and curious about whether Lindy's evaluation was accurate.
"Although I have heard of you before, this is the first time I see you."
While Felin was sizing up St. Albert, St. Albert was also sizing up Felin.
As the heir to the throne, he had naturally heard of Felin, the extraordinary seed of his kingdom.
If it weren't for the mission to the Kingdom of Porto, they would have met earlier.
"It shouldn't be earlier than me. I've heard of you, Your Highness, since I was a child."
Felin said with a smile.
Although St. Albert was only a few years older than him, as a member of the royal family, he had already appeared on the covers of newspapers at a very young age.
When he was a child, he had already heard of the First Prince, and it could be said that he "grew up listening to his stories."
"I can be saved this time, thanks to you, Sokes, thank you for saving me."
said St. Albert in thanksgiving.
He had already learned from other people that it was Felin who discovered him, and it was Felin who killed the strange creature that surpassed the ordinary twelve rings and rescued him.
Moreover, when encountering a strong enemy, it was Felin who held off the attacking enemies with one against three, and persisted until rescue arrived.
If it weren't for Felin's presence, his life would have been lost long ago.
"This is everyone's credit."
Felin shook his head. Being able to save St. Albert was the credit of everyone.
Although he made a greater contribution, he cannot erase the contributions of others, especially the nine people who died in the battle.
Thinking of the nine mystics who died in the battle, the smile on his face disappeared.
In order to save the first prince, nine mystics sacrificed their lives, and the price paid was not small.
"indeed……"
Sensing the change in Felin's mood and guessing what Felin was thinking at this moment, St. Albert sighed.
Because of oneself, another victim appeared. From childhood to adulthood, many people have sacrificed because of oneself.
It would be great if the three kingdoms and various forces could coexist peacefully without war or assassination.
He looked at Felin and said.
"Socks, it would be great if all forces could coexist peacefully."
"It would be great if we could coexist peacefully, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve."
Flynn said.
It would be great if all the forces could coexist peacefully, but in his opinion, such a thing was difficult to achieve.
There are often conflicts of interest between different forces. As long as there are interests, there will be disputes. It is almost impossible to coexist peacefully.
"Although it's difficult to do, I want to try."
St. Albert looked at the sea in the distance, his tone was not serious but firm.
Felin looked at St. Albert, and he somewhat understood why Lindy evaluated St. Albert as an idealist.
There will inevitably be conflicts between the various forces due to their interests. It is almost impossible for the forces with conflicting interests to coexist peacefully, but St. Albert wants to make this impossibility possible.
This is undoubtedly an overestimation of human nature and too idealistic. No wonder he is called an idealist.
"A ship appeared ahead."
At this moment, a mystic spoke.
After hearing the mystic's words, Feilin looked ahead, and sure enough he saw a steamship.
He observed the steamship, trying to determine whether it was passing by or another attack from the previous force.
As he observed, he found that this steamship was quite strange.
There was no smoke coming out of the chimney, which meant it was not moving, but drifting.
Moreover, there was not a single person visible on the deck of this ship, it was as if there was no one on board.
At this time, a steamboat at the front of their team had already approached the drifting steamboat.
After confirming that the drifting steamship was not a threat, the leading steamship approached the drifting steamship and boarded the drifting steamship.
"Judging from the appearance, this should be a passenger ship used to carry people."
St. Albert also noticed the drifting steamer, and he spoke.
"Is it a passenger ship carrying people?"
Felin raised his eyebrows slightly.
If it is a passenger ship, there must be a lot of people on board, and it is impossible not to see anyone on the deck.
Now that no one can be seen on the deck, something must have happened to the ship.
"Did we encounter pirates?"
Felin thought of some news he had read, which mentioned pirates plundering the sea.
Could it be that this steamship encountered pirates, was attacked by pirates, and everyone on board had been killed?
Buzz!
There was a vibration on Feilin's body, and Feilin took out the shaking thing, which was the elder's crest.
After connecting the elder's crest, Ken Roswell appeared on a virtual screen.
He said to Felin.
"Elder Sokes, you, Prince St. Albert, and Elder Bertram are coming to the first ship. You have something to discuss."
"OK."
Feiling responded and asked the man driving the black sailboat to move the sailboat closer to the first steamship, and then boarded the first steamship with Prince Upton Bertram, the elder of St. Albert.
Like them, there is another steamship in their team.
The two elders Grover Giles and Eve Burns who were on this steamship also boarded the first steamship.
Several people boarded the first steamship and came to a room that was used as a conference room.
"What happened to that ship just now?"
Entering the room, Eve asked aloud.
"The next thing we want to talk about is about this ship."
Ken Rothwell said.
After several people took their seats, the elder Mavis Catherine, who was also on the first steamship, said.
"According to investigation, this steamship belongs to the Kingdom of Heidelberg. It must have been robbed, and everyone on board was captured."
"Is it pirates?"
Thinking of his previous guess, Felin asked.
"No, according to the video retrieval, the people who attacked the steamship have extraordinary abilities related to water, and should be cultists of the cult organization Poseidon."
Ken Rothwell said.
"Poseidon Cult..."
Feilin quickly recalled the information about Poseidon Cult in his mind.
This is a medium-sized cult organization that believes in the evil god "Lord of the Sea" and has been active in coastal areas for a long time.
The cultists of this organization practice sorcery that can control water and possess extraordinary abilities related to water.
"The Poseidon Religion must have captured these people to carry out some kind of sacrifice. If they are not rescued in time, it may be difficult for these people to survive."
Eve frowned and said.
"I plan to send some people to rescue and call you here just to ask for your opinions."
Ken Rothwell said.
"How many manpower are needed?"
Upton Bertram inquired.
"Two high-level mystics and four middle-level mystics are enough."
Mavis Catherine said.
"Do we need the twelve-ring mystic to dispatch?"
Felin asked.
"No need, an ordinary high-level mystic is enough."
Ken Rothwell shook his head.
"Separating two ordinary high-level mystics and four middle-level mystics will have little impact on our strength. I agree to send people to rescue."
Eve was the first to express her stance.
"I agree too."
St. Albert also expressed his opinion.
Feilin and others expressed their opinions one after another, and they all agreed to send people to participate in the rescue.
As Elder Eve said, the separation of two general high-level mystics and four middle-level mystics will not have a big impact on their strength.
"In addition, for the convenience of movement, it is best to let them drive the captured black sailboat to conduct search and rescue."
Ken Rothwell said.
"Can."
Feline, St. Albert, and Upton Bertram all nodded in agreement.
It's just a change of ship, it won't have any impact on them.
The black sailboat can be driven by one person and can also sneak underwater. It is indeed very suitable for tracking.
Soon after, the black sailboat left alone to search and rescue those captured by the Poseidon Cult.
Feilin and others continued on the road, heading towards the port city where they came from.
…
In a villa dominated by domes, a man with a scar on his left eyebrow stood by the window with his hands behind his hands, thinking about something.
The door to the room was pushed open, and a woman walked in quickly and spoke loudly.
"Sir, we have urgent information."
The woman handed a note to the man with a scar on his left eyebrow. The man with a scar on his left eyebrow reached out and took it, unfolded it and looked at the content on the note.
"waste."
After a moment, the man with a scar on his left eyebrow let out a cold snort.
What this note recorded was the news that the mission to attack the First Prince failed and almost all the men sent were wiped out.
This plan had been prepared for a long time, but he did not expect that it ended in failure, which made him very dissatisfied.
"With a first heir to the throne and an extraordinary seed, it's worth the risk."
The man with a scar on his left eyebrow had a cold light in his eyes and a terrifying aura about him.
Feeling this terrible aura, even though she knew that the man with the scar on her left eyebrow was not targeting her, the woman who came to deliver the letter still broke out in a cold sweat.