C10 Recruitment

he rainstorm similarly enveloped Maple Leaf Town.

In the cemetery of the Prysmian Temple, Bishop Marius stood in the rain, swaying gently with the flickering clouds, like a bird trying to control itself in the wind.

His cross-shaped pupils looked disorganized and shifted.

Just now, the crows under his control had seen clearly how Albert dodged the wind slicing surface, which made him even more sure that the person who was searching for the holy relics of the God's religion was Albert.

He was, right now, controlling the raven to swoop down into the clouds and head straight for Acorn Town below.

Here, he personally felt the horror of the wind cut surface in Albert's mouth.

The original flexible crow's body was no longer light, as if there was a force pressing on its body in a constant downward pressure.

During the descent, Marius saw through the crow's eyes the wrecked flying boat in the forest, which was burning with fire and smoke, a veritable disaster.

The raven's feathers are wet from the rain, and Marius' control becomes increasingly difficult.

The raven flew into town and landed on the bell tower of the Pryms Church in Acorn.

It stood there and looked around, eventually seeing the target it was looking for at the end of the tunnel.

It was a black door, and it slid over and pecked at it with its beak, making a noise.

The door was opened and the creak was obliterated by the rumbling thunder.

A figure was drawn in the flickering candlelight, hooded and with his face, like his arms and legs, hidden under a wide gray vestment

face.

He bent down, cupped the wet raven in his hands, and turned to close the door.

It was a small and closed room, like Marius', windowless and furnished with various tomes and scriptures.

The only difference was the half bottle of wine on the table.

The man stared at the raven that was placed on the table and spoke an obscure and ancient language.

"My brother, why do you have the time to come to this remote corner of my world if you're not going to carry out your holy skeleton collection program?"

The raven shook the water that had accumulated on its feathers and stared at the person in front of it, its eerie cross pupils slowly expanding, then it spoke, again uttering

that obscure, ancient language.

"Dinel, my brother, I have come to you on business, of course."

Dinel laughed, a laugh that, like Marius, sounded like a few bubbles rising from a swamp.

"Proper business? Unlike you, I study the scriptures is my proper business."

He said, reaching out with a curled tentacle in his sleeve to wrap around the bottle and take a few sips.

"You needn't be presumptuous, what we do is all for the recovery of Father God, there is no higher or lower.

And if it wasn't for your thousand years of study, then we wouldn't have been able to locate the sacred remains at all."

Dinel laughed again, this time he laughed maniacally and hysterically.

"I am also a child of Father God! I'm just as qualified to welcome the return of the sacred remains!

You gained the Archbishop's appreciation for retrieving only one Holy Skeleton, but I gave you nine clues! Why didn't he mention a word about it? I'm not worthy.

to gain the attention of Father God?!"

After a short silence, the raven spoke again.

"Then Brother Dinel, would you like to personally greet the holy skeleton?"

"Isn't that nonsense?"

"Then it's just as well now, the only one who brought the Holy Skeleton back to the mainland island in the last operation, Albert Von Ardenne, is about to arrive in Acorn Town, so you have to seize the

good chance."

Dinel shuddered, and after a brief silence, he flung himself at the round table and stared at the dark raven, asking incredulously, "Is this true? You are willing to give me the opportunity to welcome the holy skeleton?"

"Dinel, my brother,...... all I have done is not to draw the attention of the Father God, but to save him!

Glory, though important in my eyes, is nothing compared to the great cause of saving God the Father! You are also a son of God the Father, don't you think so too?"

Dinel sat in his chair, shoulders slumped, the half-bottle of wine drooping and shaking.

"Well brother Dinel, stop letting the fallen filth created by man taint your noble soul, listen to me, I have a plan ......"

Dinel let go of his hand and the bottle fell to the ground shattering.

He leaned forward, listening carefully to every syllable that came out of the raven's mouth.

Albert, above the thunderstorm clouds, was still afraid to let the Crescent lower its altitude even though he knew he was below Acorn.

He stared at the clouds, directing the Crescent to dodge the streaks of lightning.

It was two o'clock the next morning when the thunderstorm cloud itself moved away, and all the crew, exhausted, carried out Albert's last

order to descend to port.

During the descent, they saw the tragic scene in the Acorn air harbor.

In the deep blue sea below the berth area of the harbor, there were at least ten wrecks of flying ships that had crashed.

Those flight ships that did not have time to take off to avoid the sinking wind shear tore off the wooden trestle of the berth, and were wrapped by the gusts of wind and crashed into the blue sea.

A thousand meters below the town of Acorn, in the blue sea, the wails from the wreckage area were horrible and heartbreaking.

They drifted and drilled into people's ears, as if the blue sea leisurely whisper.

In the distance, at the edge of Acorn Town, there were two high columns of smoke, which were the crash sites caused by the wind pressure on the ground of the flying ships that did not dodge in time.

The scene of destruction.

The Crescent slowly landed, and the crew gathered on both sides of the ship, sucking in a breath of cold air as they watched the tragic scene.

The air harbor was no longer dockable, and Albert picked out a wasteland on the outskirts of the town, shot out two steel anchors, and guided the Crescent steadily to the

the ground.

The exhausted crew had no time to rest before getting back to work.

There was too much work to be done.

The crisis in the thunderstorm clouds had drained too much of the plume, and it had to be refilled again in order to complete the long voyage.

Supplies for food and drink had to be replenished, Connie the mechanic had to cut a hole in the stern, and the metal objects removed from the deck had to be bought again.

buy.

Then there was the crew that had been trying to be recruited but hadn't gotten around to it anyhow.

Crew members in groups of three or five, some received money to walk towards the Acorn, some to Connie's drawings to gesture.

The first mate, Hill Peter, who was going to the Acorn Town Chamber of Commerce to recruit crew, changed out of the sweaty clothes he had just tossed around and dressed up as a man.

Albert, on the other hand, burrowed back into his captain's cabin and continued circling and drawing on his chart.

Everyone was so busy that no one paid attention to the raven docked on the Crescent Moon's lookout.

It looked down at the busy crowd with those dark, eerie cross-pupil eyes, and when it saw Hill Peter and his party, it shook its wings and chased after them.

The Chamber of Commerce in Acorn Township was much smaller than that in Maple Leaf Township, but even so, the place was still bustling with people.

They interacted with each other in groups of three or five.

Some had an indignant look on his face, loudly accusing the extreme weather of causing damage to his caravan.

Some were thieving, exchanging useful business information in whispers.

Some were six-faced, cowering in their chairs, staring at the already-empty wine glasses in front of them.

These hexed men were the crew of the lost flying ship.

Hilpeter walked over to the splattered notice board, on which the name of a scratched out flying ship was followed by the loss of a large amount of

Cargo.

Those that had not been crossed out were the ships that had not yet returned.

The people knew that it was all in the hands of Providence whether they would return or not.

Hilpeter did not erase the names of those crossed out flying ships, but found a small corner, and let the companion who knew how to write write down the information and specifics of recruiting crew.

the information and specific requirements for recruiting a crew.

He then turned to look at the crowd and pounded the floor with a skill necessary for a first mate, making a rhythmic kicking sound, which on a flying ship

on board was a signal for the crew to remain vigilant.

Feeling eyes focused on him, Hilpeter cleared his throat.

"The Crescent Moon is looking for a crew, the specific requirements are here, we set sail at ten o'clock sharp, the purpose of the voyage is to explore the airspace northwest of the mainland island."

Hearing Hilpeter's words, the few beams of eyes that were cast dimmed, and he smiled, finding an empty table to sit down.

He understood that even the crew of the lost merchant ship did not want to explore any new airspace.

This was because the merchant fleet paid more money, and each crew member also received a share of the profits from delivering goods.

After all, running a flying ship was an extremely risky profession, and every crew member wanted a high return.

Even so, Hilpeter was still confident in recruiting the crew, because Albert had always paid them more in Zuhai than the merchant fleet's share of the profits.

The reason he didn't go straight to the point was because he wanted someone to go to the notice board and see for themselves.

After all, his captain, Albert, had once said that they were explorers, and that even basic crew members should have a minimum spirit of exploration, and that payment was a reward for the spirit of exploration, and should not be an incentive to inspire the spirit of exploration.

For Sylpeter, who grew up on the Lost Island, the captain was the sun that opened the way to his life.

He worshipped Albert as he worshipped the sun god of his own faith, and though his own captain sometimes muttered to the sun, it

did not detract from his own worship of it.

In Hilpeter's eyes, Albert and the sun shared many temperaments, the most obvious of which was that, just as the sun hung over people's heads and looked down on everything, Albert was also working hard to find a place to return to every moment.

Looking at the young man who pinched the brim of his hat close to the notice-board, Hilpeter drew his thoughts back to scrutinize.

He was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years of age, and although he had a mustache, it was too loose and soft to add to his masculinity, but rather gave him a sickly look.

Hilpeter didn't think much of the young man, not because of the moustache, but because he was too young.

He didn't have time to train a crew from scratch.

After the boy turned to ask a question of a chatting member of the chamber, the man pointed in Hilpeter's direction and their eyes met.

Hilpeter could see the lad's embarrassment and nervousness, and he deliberately bowed his head and fiddled with his pipe, giving the lad time to adjust his mind.

"Hello, my name's Jimmy Reaude and I'm here to apply for a job as a crewman."

Hillpeter sized up Jimmy in front of him and patted the other man on the arm somewhat apologetically.

"Sorry kid, we need a seasoned crew member."

Despite his reddened face, Jimmy still seemed to refuse to give up.

"I'm a Drifter and I've been on flying ships since I was a kid!"

Hillpeter was surprised, he had heard of the Drifters as a people, they were a group of people who made their homes on flying boats, traveling and doing small

They are a group of people who use flying ships as their home, and do some small trading while traveling.

Their small airships could often be seen traveling slowly at low altitude in the interior of the mainland island.

"Jimmy, our voyage isn't going back and forth across the Valance continental island, the blue sea is full of dangers."

"I can do it! I can control the auxiliary sails, I know how to maintain the powerplant, and I know how to improve the plenum control valves to produce precise variations in the flying ship's lift in a short period of time ......

You can test me, but you can't say I'm a coward; we Ryusei are born to deal with air currents, and not one of us would be afraid of heights!"