C6 Divine Right

"Hilpeter, I'm working on some clues at Mr. John Laurence's estate, and from the moment I see this note, you'll be the Crescent's

first mate of the Crescent.

I want you to be ready to set sail in a week's time, this will be a long and extensive voyage of exploration, and I already have a general direction.

Recruit a crew to relieve Pato, and instruct Connie, the mechanic, that whatever new gizmos he's drumming up, either finish them before we set sail or stop now and don't delay the overhaul of the Crescent."

Seeing the captain's drop, Hilpeter scratched his brow and looked aside at the person who had delivered the letter.

Although the girl was dressed as an underling, the clothes on her body were board and clean with no patches.

Hilpeter was also an expert in reading people, and immediately realized that the other party was a servant of a rich family.

"Sir, do you want to answer the letter?"

Hill Peter froze for a moment, as if there was an electric current coming from the eyes that met.

"Uh ...... message, let's just say that Crew Chief Hilpeter has received the Captain's orders."

If he could, Hilpeter wished to write a reply, that way he could at least keep the lovely girl by his side for a little while longer; he recognized words, but could write few of them.

The girl nodded her head, and the shaking of her forehead hair and the earnestness of her eyes aroused Hilpeter's admiration.

"Anything else?"

"There is ...... that, tell our captain that Urien, the Priest of the Prymus Theocracy, has come to see him, twice now."

"Good, I will convey it to Mr. Albert word for word."

Seeing that the girl was about to leave, Hilpeter gave an ouch and came up with a solution in order to see the girl again.

"Please ask the girl what kind of conditions our captain has to fulfill for the newly recruited crew."

The girl nodded her head and, as if she could see what Hilpeter was thinking, guffawed and stepped on the gangway, carefully leaving the Crescent.

Several heads popped up from all over the Crescent, behind the crates stacked on the deck, the open entrances to the cabins, and even the upper floors of the flying ship's construction

doorways of the building.

"The captain recruits for your use, and you have to ask what the captain has to offer? Shout out to ......"

"The guy's heart and soul are all about picking up chicks."

"What? You didn't get enough of that fire in the bar yesterday, did you?"

“…… ”

The crew's taunts embarrassed Hilpeter, who coughed and stomped on the deck, making the special thumping sound the first mate used to call the crew together.

"Stop yakking, hurry up and gather, I'm the first mate now, what? Why do I need you guys to criticize me for picking up a girl?"

On the flying ship, the hierarchy was strict, once the assembly order came out, the crew put away their playful faces and stood in a row.

Hilpeter wasn't trying to burn the new officer's three fires with his brothers who hung out with him every day, he was really about to go on a mission.

The crew of the Crescent now were the ones who had returned from yesterday's fun, and those who hadn't were still scattered around Maple Leaf in the bars, at the fair, or in the soft arms of

whichever woman's soft arms.

Just after he had scattered the only four or five men he had on hand, his eyes fell on a figure in a rough gray robe by the berth

The figure was moving toward the dispersing ships.

After a moment's glance toward the dispersing crew, the figure scurried up the gangway and stood before Hilpeter, hood down.

The sight of Urien's face annoyed Hilpeter; he had too much to do to listen to the sage advice of a theocratic priest.

"Are you setting sail? Going where, eh? Where's Albert? I need to see your captain."

Multiple questions came in a barrage, and Hilpeter answered only one of them.

"Our captain is away."

Ullian's expression changed from dismay to indignation, as a Priest of the Prymus Church of God, even the Mayor of Maple Leaf Town had to be courteous to him, but a captain of a flying boat who was wandering around dared to hang him out to dry for a whole day.

Without saying a word, he started to barge into the captain's room, and Hilpeter pressed down on Ullian's shoulder, causing the gray-haired cleric to hesitate.

As a rough man of the Sun Cult, Hilpeter had no compunction about blocking the clergyman of the Prymus Cult, and he couldn't let anyone break into the captain's quarters on his first day as first mate.

He pulled his face back, glared into Urien's returning eyes, and said, "What do you want?"

"I am telling you squarely in the name of the god Prymus not to stand in the way of the god's messenger!"

Hilpeter frowned, the reason why he believed in the moderate Sun God religion was because the people of the Prymus God religion moved to move their god

out.

"As I said, the captain is away, if you don't believe me, ask your omniscient god."

Hilpeter's words did more good than his iron-clad hands, and Urien turned slowly, his face grimacing.

"I will ask!"

With these words, Ullian left the Crescent Moon.

Watching his back, Hilpeter tsked.

"This person has prayed too much, nerves, right ......"

In the main building of the manor, Ampton was sitting on the sofa in the main hall, fuming.

The sudden influx of a large number of memories was clearing up little by little, and he could even recall the warmth of his father's lips when he kissed his mother under the big maple tree with that

moist touch.

A light footstep came and he looked in the direction of the sound, it was Vivian who had gone out to deliver a letter for Albert who had returned.

"Master."

Upton nodded, signaling Vivian to dispense with the useless niceties.

"The first mate of the Crescent Moon has sent a message back to Mr. Albert, and in addition to his response to the order, he says that the priest of the Prymus Theocracy, U

Leanne has tried to visit Mr. Albert twice."

Ampton's brow furrowed at the word Prymes Theocracy.

The memories of his ancestors were vague, but they seemed to instinctively remind Ampton to beware of the Prymus Theocracy.

Seeing Ampton's frown, Vivian continued, ''My lord, I have not yet delivered the message to Mr. Albert; shall I conceal the matter?''

Ampton raised his hand and said, "There is no need for that; go, convey the message to Albert as it is, and by the way, call Walter over

come."

Not long after Vivian's departure, an extremely thin-looking man walked in, as if he were someone's shadow, silent and unnoticeable.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

It wasn't until after he made his withered accent that Ampton realized his arrival.

"How is the power of the Prymus Theocracy in Maple Leaf Town?"

Walter straightened up slightly, as if he was very sure of his next words.

"Very large, master, their congregation is spread throughout Maple Leaf Town, and several of the top brass in the Chamber of Commerce are also their loyal servants, more than that, I'm afraid that even the town mayor and the mayor of the town are afraid of them.

this, I'm afraid that even the town mayor and the judge are already their people."

Ampton grunted coldly, the complicit system of politics and religion was resurrected, this was the state of society he detested the most.

"Urien, the Priest of the Prymus Theocracy, has made two appointments to see Albert, and I want you to figure out what Urien is up to before they meet."

Walter bowed deeply, and with a low, dry "As you wish," Walter disappeared into the hall as if he had never been in

here.

Albert in the study felt helpless about Urien's two requests for an audience, and he was now beginning to regret that he had dealt with Urien.

As a captain, he knew exactly what would happen if he didn't go to see Ullian.

Either his license to sail the flying boat would be revoked, or the people under his command would be put in jail for some bullshit that no one usually cared about.

in prison for some bullshit that no one usually cares about.

But Albert was worried about what Urien would assign him after he saw him.

With Pato's death so fresh in his mind, he really didn't want to be associated with any more of this weirdness.

He drew out a piece of paper, the tip of his pen resting on it for half a day, so much so that the ink dipped out to a point.

Eventually he sighed and put pen to paper:

"Dear Priest Urien, I apologize for being temporarily unavailable to meet with you due to some personal matters.

I expect that in five days I will have sorted out these matters and freed up time to visit the Temple.

Albert von Ardenne."

Having finished his letter, he called Vivian to send it to the sanctuary of the Prysmian Church.

Albert was a man who would not trouble himself about the matter once he had made up his mind, and he entered upon his work so quickly that he did not notice the arrival of Upton at all.

Upton, on the other hand, had lost all the excitement he had felt when he first met Albert, and now watched the scholarly Sherryman, like his father, in silence, sometimes frowning, sometimes writing, sometimes coming to a realization.

He was confused about the changes he had made, and with so many memories of other people in his head he didn't even know if he was still himself.

But one thing was certain, dozens of generations of fallen royals, his father, and even his own determination to restore the kingship had been superimposed, and it was now

becoming impenetrable.

Urien changed his tactics after the Crescent, he had to take control of the Crescent so that it couldn't leave the harbor, forcing Sherman to come out to meet him.

Mann to come out and meet him.

He gathered himself together and put on a grand appearance as he walked into the castle of the Earl's mayor's house.

As a devout Prymnesian, the mayor, Pablich, had gathered his entire family in the castle hall and lined them up as if to welcome the arrival of God.

After giving a short blessing to each of them, Urien walked straight to the direction of the study, as if he was in his own sanctuary, without any inhibitions.

He went straight to the study, as if he were in his own sanctuary, without any formalities.

Pablich, who had followed Urien in, closed the door of the study firmly and sat down opposite Urien.

"Lord Priest, why didn't you send someone to greet you before you came, look at me, I haven't prepared anything here."

Urien's eyes were half-open and his hands were clasped together, as if he was meditating.

"The god Prymus and his spokespersons will visit any devotee at any time, you must be pious at all times, Pablish."

Pablish froze, pursed his lips and stopped talking.

After a long moment of silence, Ullian spoke slowly, "I need you to revoke the license of a flying ship, the flying ship is called the Crescent Moon, and its owner is Albert von Ardenne."