In the early morning, the French coastline was covered with mist.
A medium-sized fishing boat is preparing to sail.
"Horses can't get on the boat." The fisherman said while packing up the fishing tools on the boat.
"That's not a problem." The blond boy then patted the little white horse on the back. The little horse was startled and started to run. It seemed as if it had been instructed. It gradually changed from running when it was startled at first.
They ran purposefully and disappeared into the forest. This kind of horses was obviously strictly trained. When they were loaned out, they followed their owners for thousands of miles. Once they were no longer needed, they would return to their homes.
Home - the base of the Meyerson Brotherhood.
"What a smart horse." The fisherman couldn't help but admired. Generally, only very powerful nobles would train such a good horse in their own family manor. In addition, the young man who hired the fisherman was directly
After paying the full price of five gold coins, all evidence proves that this young man is a wealthy and powerful man.
"Honorable sir, before we set sail, I still have to remind you that sailing in this morning fog is suicidal." The fisherman then said, and this time he spoke dozens of times more politely than before: "It is said that in the sea
The devil ------ the Red Death --- appears during this period and devours passing ships. Many fools in the village who were not afraid of death also tried to challenge this legend, but they all failed to return.
"
"I don't care what kind of Red Death it is, I don't have time to waste time here." Arthur looked unconcerned: "If you don't plan to sail the boat, then let me do it myself. Anyway, I have already bought the boat.
, it’s my freedom to use it how I want, right?”
"I have already advised you, sir." The fisherman then said helplessly: "Besides... before I sell the boat to you, I actually already have customers, and we still have to wait for them. I have agreed
Those who want to take them to England must not break their promise."
"You sold the boat to me, and you still use it to make extra money?" Arthur couldn't help but feel a little angry.
"No..." The fisherman looked around nervously and lowered his voice and said, "Believe me, my lord. You definitely don't want to mess with these people. They... are very powerful. Since I am
The only person in this port who is willing to take you to England, my lord, you can only be patient and sit on the same boat with those distinguished adults."
"Oh?" Arthur frowned. He had the urge to kick the fisherman into the sea and sail away. But when the other party said this, Arthur couldn't help but wonder who the big shot was.
This ship. Anyway, he spent a lot of money to buy this ship directly. Not only was it a one-way trip from here to England, but he would also need to use this ship when he returned to France from England, so now
Or is it better not to make too big a move?
"Oh, I kept you waiting." Just when Arthur was hesitant, a voice sounded.
Arthur looked around and vaguely saw a few tall figures in the fog. Judging from the clanging sounds those people made when they walked around, they should be knights in armor...or at least some kind of soldiers.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch...!" Bedivere, the big white wolf beside Arthur, let out a low howl, as if to remind Arthur. Now Bedivere can't speak freely in front of others, so he can only
Express your feelings with wolf howling sounds.
"What's the matter, Bedi?" Arthur couldn't help but put his hand on the hilt of the weapon at his waist.
"Oh, this kid has the aura of demons in him." However, suddenly a figure appeared behind Arthur and said.
"You!------" The startled Arthur almost drew his sword out of its sheath, but before his hand could grasp the hilt of the sword, his elbow was pressed hard by the opponent, making him unable to go any further.
Draw the sword with force.
"Don't get excited, we don't mean any harm." The weirdo dressed as a mercenary, wearing a strange white robe and light armor, said, "Well, although there is a demonic aura, there is also a sacred aura.
You are so strange. The weapons on your body have been blessed by God?"
Not to be outdone, Arthur knocked his opponent away with a shoulder bump and said coldly: "I don't know what you are talking about. Who are you? Tell me your name!"
"I'm sorry, my men are rude." Another strong man who looked like a knight appeared from the thick fog. This man looked much more upright --- compared to the guy who suddenly appeared behind Arthur just now.
In terms of.
"Captain Goff of the Fifth Vatican Crusaders, it's an honor to meet you." The other party announced his name first.
"...Aslan. Apprentice vampire hunter." Arthur took out the token of the Melson Brotherhood, the badge of the All-Seeing Eye, from his arms. He did not like to use the name of the Brotherhood.
But the Holy See Crusaders he faced did not seem to be good men and women, and the demonic aura on Arthur's body (actually all came from Bedivere) had been noticed by his opponents. He felt that it was better to clarify (lie).
, lest the other party become suspicious.
"So that's it. Are we fellow-travelers? We all exist to destroy demons. We are destined (Kama) companions. Lord Aslan has fought vampires recently? No wonder you have demons in your body.
The smell." Goff said, and at the same time his eyes fell on the Seraph Holy Sword on Arthur's waist: "What a good sword. The sacred breath on it is stronger than I have ever seen in my life. Lord Aslan
The sword in your hand seems to have been deeply blessed by God."
"You can say that." Arthur replied calmly. He had no idea how this group of Holy See Crusaders could identify the demonic aura and the sacred aura, but they were able to identify the two so accurately.
It's not as simple as just talking.
"Huh? This little one?" A tall and thin gun knight behind Goff tilted his head and came over to look at Arthur: "I don't understand. Aren't you vampire hunters all supposed to use whips? No whips.
, and used a sword instead? Are you really a vampire hunter?"
"A trainee vampire hunter is not old enough to use a whip." Arthur emphasized.
The knight who wielded the spear held his chin: "It's still weird. That sword looks like a more powerful weapon than a whip... Well, forget it, maybe I'm overthinking it."
"Payton, don't be rude." Goff stopped his men at this time. The timing of his stopping his men from speaking was very subtle. Although the etiquette on the surface was sufficient and understandable, Arthur always felt that Goff was taking advantage of his talkativeness.
The subordinates came to deliberately probe Arthur's mouth.
"Enough introductions. Now, shall we set off?" Gove asked.
"Of course." Arthur replied calmly, and jumped on the ship first. This ship was obviously a ship that Arthur bought with money, but he wanted to carry these group of Holy See Crusaders together. Arthur was thinking
Dissatisfied. He has not fallen out with these people yet, just because he is very interested in this group of mysterious Holy See Crusaders.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..." Bedivere was still howling in a low voice beside him, always alert to this group of crusaders.
There are a total of six people in this fifth team. These Crusaders from the Holy See seem to be well-trained and proficient in various killing techniques. They attack at the same time, and Bedivere and Arthur may not be able to suppress them.
Wolf believed that letting these religious madmen on board would be a disaster, and if it were up to him to make the decision, he would refuse to let the Crusaders go with them, even if they quarreled.
"Bedi, stop making trouble and get on the boat." Arthur repeated again. The young man's tone was particularly firm, so firm that his companions could not disobey: "If you don't behave, I will leave you here."
port."
"Ouch..." Bedivere was immediately frightened. When he looked back at Arthur, he even drooped his ears and pretended to be pitiful.
"Is this a wolf trained by hunters?" When the group of Crusaders were getting on the boat one after another, one of the petite Crusaders leaned over to observe Bediwell: "It's amazing, it seems like he can really understand human speech.
Like. What a great big dog."
(Big dog...)
Arthur could even see Bedivere looking fierce at this time. He thought that the big white wolf was about to pounce and bite someone. But Bedivere finally held back, turned his head and left the crusader alone, jumping
After getting on the boat, he squatted next to Arthur and sulked.
"My lords, I still need to ask you one more time before I sail the boat. Is it really okay?" The fisherman on the bow of the boat looked at the increasingly thick fog and couldn't help but feel a little guilty: "I'm afraid the Red Death monster will appear.
Maybe this journey will really become a journey with no return?"
Arthur glanced at Goff. Captain Goff also nodded to Arthur.
"Stop talking nonsense. Let's sail the boat." Arthur said.
The fisherman shook his head. Although he was still reluctant, he did not dare to disobey these big shots, and he also wanted to make a lot of money. He began to shake the oar and let the fishing boat move out of the wooden pier.
, began to sail towards the misty sea in the distance.
There is actually only one English Channel between France and England. Taking a boat to and from the two sides, the shortest distance is actually only about 29 kilometers. However, now is the time when Britain and France are at war, and they want to pass through the Pas de Calais (called the Strait of Dover in the UK)
) is obviously impossible. The other side of the Dover Strait, that is, the Port of Dover, must have been heavily guarded, and the border inspections are extremely strict.
Therefore, Arthur and his crew mainly set out from Brest on their voyage this time, taking advantage of the thick fog in the early morning to enter the Isles of Scilly, with the intention of finally landing at Penzance Port, the southernmost port in the UK.
In this world where communication and science are very backward, the border defenses between countries are not that strict. As long as they do not land on military important land, there will be no big problems. Arthur himself is the king of Great Britain, and he can still
If he speaks with an authentic British accent, he will definitely not be suspected of going to England. And this group of papal crusaders should be big shots in Rome. They are going to England to do business this time. Even if they are interrogated by the British army, they will usually
No one will dare to stop it.
So, there shouldn’t be anything thrilling about this journey? Except for the sea monster the fisherman mentioned------
Boom!------
Just when Arthur was leaning on the seat in the cabin and falling asleep, there was a sudden roar on the sea outside the cabin.