Everything went as planned. On the day of the trip, Victor and Clark boarded the ship together. After entering the room and putting away their luggage, the former came to the deck alone and met Mike Campino.
The leader of the White Hand was more cautious than Victor. He wore a thick windbreaker with a raised collar that covered most of his face. If the time and place had not been agreed upon in advance, Victor would have almost not recognized him.
"Where is your would-be captain?" Mike asked nonchalantly, sitting on an outdoor chair without raising his head.
"Rest in the room. Unlike you, he won't have many enemies watching him all the time." Victor teased, and then deliberately showed a shocked expression, "Didn't you come down with your men?"
"It's up there, looking right here..." Mike pushed up his sunglasses.
Then Victor looked behind him, and sure enough he found someone staring at him.
"You just brought one?"
"Two, that's enough. Too many people will attract more attention."
Leaving the territory carries considerable risks for people like Mike, and no one knows how much of the Cigar Club's influence remains in the country.
There was a newspaper on the table. Mike picked it up and opened it to read. He pretended that he didn't know Victor and never looked at him while talking.
"Where is that person hiding?"
Victor knew he was asking about Eredin's location.
Victor actually didn't know, but he believed that the other party must have been on the boat and was always paying attention to his whereabouts.
Victor asked Eredin to protect Clark, which was much easier than protecting Mike.
"Okay! Let me talk about my arrangements first. I will not disembark with you at Dusk Island, but directly take the Western Dawn to the Red Land..."
Dusk Island is the closest inhabited island to the island where the Wind God Enlil was stranded. It is a colony of the Greybean Empire, with docks and small harbor towns on it.
Although he had known it for a long time, Victor was also curious about Mike's arrangements for them.
As expected, Mike continued: "One of the people I brought will accompany you off the boat, and he will arrange a boat for you on Dusk Island to go to the stranded island."
"Very good, that's enough... I wish you a smooth trip." Victor nodded and stood up, no longer communicating too much with Mike, and prepared to go back to the room to find Clark.
However, as soon as he stood up, he saw a familiar figure near the railing of the deck.
Judging from the back and the white-like hair, it should be Eredin Visier.
She was wearing a black jacket and tight leather pants, not hiding her face and hair color.
This woman...
Victor thought she would hide in the dark, silently monitoring and protecting Clark, but who knew she would appear so blatantly near Victor and Mike.
"Ahem..."
Victor walked to the other party, coughed twice, and wanted to question her, but Eredin spoke first.
"Your would-be captain has fallen asleep."
"Oh? Really? Thanks for your report, so there is no danger when he falls asleep?"
After being insulted by such a strange sentence, Eredin did not hear the irony in the words at all, and continued: "Yes, this is really an easy job. No one will harm an ordinary former first mate like him.
, I have to thank you for your arrangement and giving me a good job..."
Eredin thought simply that Clark would not encounter any danger to his life on the way to the stranded island.
However, Victor knew very well that since all the crew of the Wind God Enlil were missing, there would most likely be some strange risks on the stranded island, so bodyguards like Eredin were needed to protect Clark Hugo at all times.
Now that remuneration has been discussed, Victor, like most bosses, does not want his employees to be relaxed and comfortable.
He was about to ask Eredin to go back and take a good look at Clark, but at this moment, Eredin's eyes suddenly stared in a certain direction.
She was looking at a group of people who had just boarded the ship. There were five or six people in total, wearing uniform uniforms and similar attire. Their demeanor and behavior were obviously different from those of the local people.
The set of khaki coats wrapped the bodies of this group of people like a cover.
Their heads were covered with hoods, and only their eyes were exposed on their faces.
Among them was a tall guy, walking in the center of several people, carrying a huge and unknown thing on his back, which was covered by cloth and was as thick as a door panel.
As expected, their face-covering behavior attracted the attention of the ticket inspector, who asked them to take off their masks. After an argument, the other party compromised.
Victor looked at the faces of those foreigners and wondered where they came from.
When these guys came to the deck, they took just three steps before they knelt on the ground, kowtowed toward the west, and muttered something.
The tall, strong man also knelt down and the moment his knees touched the deck, the whole ship seemed to tremble.
"The people of Nippur..."
Eredin paid attention to them all the time, her eyes narrowed and her expression solemn.
Victor was slightly surprised after hearing this. He had heard of this nation not long ago and also knew that they were persecuted in the Greybean Empire.
This nation is similar to the Sepuji people. They do not have their own country or land, and can only live in other places. A hodgepodge of countries like Secred gives these people a foothold.
"Is this the religious etiquette of the Nippur people?" Victor curiously asked Eredin next to him. She had lived long enough and had seen a lot.
I saw Eredin folding her hands on her chest and staring at the stranger in front of her.
"To be precise, it should be the conservative group of Nippur people. Now many Nippur people have long abandoned this primitive custom."
Like Victor, many passengers around him were attracted by the strange worship behavior of these people.
Men, women, old and young stood on both sides observing, and snickers kept coming.
Half an hour later, the cruise ship left the port and sailed towards the southern waters...
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At the same moment, on an island in the southern island chain, the not-so-busy dock was experiencing a violent storm.
All ships are restricted to the port and are not allowed to sail. Every house is closed to avoid the wind and waves. The waves caused by the storm beat mercilessly on the shore, and everything on the dock will be swept away if not careful.
However, even in such bad weather, there were still people running in the streets and alleys, chasing a young man who was desperate to escape.
Police whistles kept sounding. Those who were chasing the fugitives were police from the seaport town. Among the dozen or so people there were two religious enforcers from the Realm of Bright Light. They went out collectively, but only to arrest one criminal.
In fact, during the day, the town police station had already arrested several similar criminals. The crime they committed was simply worshiping a certain deified god.
That god's name was so sacred not long ago that he entered the church. The church established by his followers was one of the five major churches and had a place in the Council of God's Hand.
However, now, the entire Remanlander religious circle and even the government have begun to hunt and exterminate these people.
Yes, they are Hermish believers scattered all over the world.
The person being hunted was a frail young man. He ran for his life, but was still blocked by the police. There were rough waves under the cliff in front of him, and there was no way out.
Listening to the police whistle and looking at the flickering light of the oil lamp, the Hermish young man's face was ashen, and he was about to jump off the cliff and risk his life, but then, a golden light suddenly appeared from his pupils, and the next second... everything was gone.