C7 Nothing New Under the Sun

Pablish nodded and took out a piece of paper on his desk, brushed and dotted a few strokes before rolling it up, sealing it with wax and stamping it with his own

own mayor's coat of arms.

He summoned his underling and asked him to deliver this order to the sheriff of Maple Leaf.

When this was done, Pablish returned again to sit down before Ullian, his hands clasped, his thumbs circling each other as if he were thinking of the polite way in which he should speak next.

The next words should be spoken in a more tactful way.

"Lord Priest, last time I mentioned to you about the castle repair matter ......"

Urien didn't say anything, still with his eyes half-open.

Pablish scratched his cheek in embarrassment and decided to put it bluntly.

"Our Maple Leaf Town lacks stone, I did mention this matter to you, and you promised that I would have a solution."

With the words already picked out, Ullian no longer put on a show as he opened his eyes and reached out to fiddle with the teacup in front of him.

"Is it all right to set aside that stone-rich quarry between Maple Leaf Town and Lin Yan Town for you?"

Pablish rolled his eyes at Ullian, calculating in his mind if the other party was making fun of him.

He knew that that quarry was the property of the Marquis of Lin Yan Town, Gili Pamsi, who was not only a marquis, but also the county lord of the entire Wittiland County.

Himself, an earl, was one rank lower in title and official position not to mention that he didn't have his own military power like a marquis.

"That's the Marquis of Gili's estate, I can't snatch the glory laid down by someone else's ancestors from the hands of a nobleman ah ......"

"Just say whether you want it or not."

Of course Pablish wanted it.

The stone produced from that quarry was far greater than what he needed to repair the castle, and the rest of the output would be a constant source of wealth.

Not to mention that the roads, forests, and everything else around that cognac were rich to the core.

Pablich knew that it was one thing to have a life to take, but it was another thing to have a life to enjoy.

He was like a rat that had tasted cheese and sighed because he couldn't eat the cheese in the bottle.

"Pablish you have to understand that the king's power is still divinely granted, let alone a marquis like him."

Hearing Ullian's words, Pablich slapped his thighs and completely tore off his disguise.

"The income from the Cognac, I'll split it in half with Lord Ullian!"

Ullian did not reply, he stood up and resumed the seriousness and compassion that a clergyman should have, and walked towards the door of the study first.

Pablish followed closely behind, his newly removed disguise draped over him again, with an expression of gratitude mixed with openness, as if he had just been divinely inspired.

Urien returned to the front of the sanctuary of the Prymus Theocracy and saw a young novice monk talking to a woman, he averted his eyes as if in acquiescence and stepped aside into the great hall.

"Ah, Brother Ullian, you have returned just in time, this young lady says she has a letter that must be delivered to you in person."

Urien hurriedly turned around and looked the young woman before him up and down.

"A letter?"

The woman did not place the letter in Ullian's outstretched hand, but politely inquired again, "Are you Lord Priest Ullian?"

"It is I.'

The other party's caution made Urien a little impatient, and he frowned, the hand he held out shaking twice.

Taking the letter, Urien turned and walked away, ignoring the woman's shouts behind him over and over again.

He opened it as he went, and after a hasty reading of the letter's contents, he ran back.

As the priest who managed the sanctuary district, Urien always gave people a sense of steadiness and seriousness, but at this moment, these few steps of his running caused the big

people in the temple to look sideways.

"Where is he?"

"Who are you ...... you asking?

"Nonsense! Albert!"

"I don't know Albert, this is a letter a girl commissioned me to deliver, she said to give it to you and you would pay me."

The corners of Urian's mouth twitched as he pulled out a couple of Sue's coins and clutched them in his hand.

"What does this girl look like?''

"Long hair, red, big eyes, but quite heavy dark circles under them, wears a black hairband, like an underling of some big family."

Ullian had absolutely no impression of such a person, he simply gave up.

Anyway, the Crescent Moon's sailing license had been revoked, and if he wanted to sail, Albert would have to go to Pablish to re-register, and then Pablish would come and inform himself.

Pablich would come to inform himself.

Twenty minutes later, in an alley next to a tailor's store, Vivian was sitting on an empty barrel, Walter's sudden appearance startled her

with a start.

"Will you stop acting like a ghostly shadow ......"

"I'm sorry, Vivian, I ...... don't know how to behave without looking like a ghostly figure."

"The task the lord gave you is complete?"

Walter grunted out a hmmm that was as soft as a creak coming from a distant wagon axle.

"Thank you for helping me attract Urien's attention at the Sanctuary gates."

Vivienne stepped away from leaving the barrel, dusted off her dress, and said, "Shall we go then?"

Vivian's chestnut horse wasn't very tall, and Walter tried to show his gentlemanly side, but his outstretched hand fell short, and Vivian

Ann stepped into the stirrups and mounted the horse in a valiant pose.

She looked back at Walter with a puzzled look on her face and said, "Hurry up, you've got to get back to your report, I've got to get back to keeping an eye on Albert."

With that said, she gave a tug on the reins and the chestnut horse headed toward the entrance of the alley.

After a few days of all-out research, Albert had a higher understanding of the efforts these downtrodden royals had made to restore their country.

It could no longer be called obsession, Albert thought the word obsession would be more appropriate.

He also learned that the successive royal families had searched for more than just a large enough fortune to restore the country, but also a holy object called the Heart of Splendor.

Its use was not described in these tomes, but Albert believed that this was John's true goal in finding the fleet of airships.

That purpose didn't conflict for Albert, though, and he stretched and showed Ampton the clues he'd recorded in his own book, to

to show that he had not transcribed anything else sensitive.

Upton returned the book after only a token flipping through Albert's thick book.

"Mr. Albert, I share my father's trust in you.

It is unfortunate that father could not join this search himself, he has returned to his estate inland to recuperate from an old illness."

Albert froze, he had been so engrossed in his work the last few days that he didn't even know that the proprietor was ill himself.

He inquired about what was going on with John's condition, and judging by the expression on Upton's face, he didn't perceive the other man's nervousness.

"You needn't worry, it won't affect us on this operation.

Father's illness is an old one, and before he left, he specifically asked us not to disturb your work."

The tone of Upton's voice put Albert in a trance; he had lost all the bratty excitement with which he had first met himself, and had become extremely like his father John, both in the tone of his speech and in his demeanor.

"Then who will go with Mr. John if he doesn't go with the ship? Doesn't the Heart of Splendor require your royal bloodline to be able to sense it at close range?"

Hearing Albert's words, Upton smiled on his face, and in his heart, he had already made up his mind to get rid of Albert after the deed was done.

There were still many steps in the plan between getting the Heart of Splendor and the Restoration, and any points that could make the plan fall apart had to be erased.

"I'll go with you."

Upton said, carrying the prepared wooden box from the side of the couch to the table.

"Here are eight thousand Andadiel gold coins, counted as an advance payment, after the deed is done ......"

Albert counted the gold coins one by one, interrupting Ampton's words.

"If we do manage to find the airship fleet, then there will be no tail payment whatsoever.

After you get your Heart of Splendor and enough wealth to restore your country, I won't be making a direct return trip, I'll be following the clues recorded in Timothy's book and heading straight to the Land of Return and out of this world.

So ...... for your purpose, and likewise for ours, I had better have known all the clues I should know.

My purpose since the beginning has been pure and not a threat to you."

Albert's sudden generalship made Ampton's heart tighten.

He was sure that if it had been his old self, then he would have been red in the face by now.

Now he had the urbanity of John and even kings through the ages, and he snorted a flirtatious "oh yo" without caring in the slightest about being told what was in his heart.

"You are overly concerned, and I am not a threat to you ......

However, you are right about one thing, we do want to restore the country, you have seen the efforts of the royal family for two hundred years, there is no need for me to hide it.

On the contrary, you, do you really believe that there is such a world with a brilliant starry night?"

Albert sighed.

People in this world were like that, whenever they learned what kind of world they were looking for, they would scoff and

asking such a question.

Instead of answering Ampton's question directly, he threw out a question directed at the present world.

"Do you think our world is like the legendary turtle carrying a continent?"

Although they had lost their right to rule, as royalty, they viewed the world from a different perspective than ordinary people.

Ampton's contemplation was obviously not very agreeable to the idea of a turtle carrying a continent.

"Look, you can't even be sure what your own world is like, so why are you rushing to deny the one I've seen?"

Albert said, packing his laptop and other bits and pieces into his bag, then said, "Well, let's get back to business ...... I'm going back to the Crescent for a while, and have a bit of personal business I need to take care of, but we'll be setting sail soon."

"I'm afraid we won't be able to sail today."

Hearing Upton's words, Albert dubiously pulled out his pocket watch, the hands pointing at nine o'clock.

The first mate of the Crescent Moon, Mr. Hilpeter, should have completed all the repairs and supplies before sailing according to his own instructions, and sailing was just a matter of giving an order.

"Why?"

"Because the mayor of Maple Leaf, Count Pablich, revoked the Crescent's license to sail."

Albert was dumbfounded, Pablich he knew, he was a profit oriented fellow Albert knew that, but Pablich knew

himself as an adventurer.

There was absolutely no grease to be found in squeezing a flying ship like himself that would only call into port once every three or two months.

"Because of what, huh? How come Hilpeter didn't send me a letter?"

"As far as I know, your crewman Connie is trying out an unapplied flying boat device in the harbor because of this."

Albert froze for a moment and hurriedly slung his satchel over his back, looking like he was in a hurry to get back.

The reason he was in a hurry was because the new kerosene-powered machine Connie had drummed up the last time he almost burned down the Crescent was still fresh in his mind.

"Don't worry, the Crescent Moon is fine, and so is the harbor.

As a matter of fact, it won't be difficult to resolve this matter, but beforehand I need to find out about your relationship with the Prymus Theocracy."

Albert vaguely felt bad, he seemed to be involved in some kind of incident.

He sat down and told Ampton about the fact that he had accepted a quest from Priest Ullian that came with a clue to the land of return

Listen.

"Oh ...... that's exactly as I understood it."

Seeing Albert's frown, Upton then said with a respectful face, "Don't be nervous, I'm not worried that you won't tell the truth, I'm just worried that my unreliable subordinates will do things wrong.

If this is the case, the matter is not without room for reversal ......

In this way, I will let Vivian send you back first, and when tomorrow morning comes, I will board your flying boat before ten o'clock, and then we will set sail at once."

After the proprietor had said his words, Albert did not think about it anymore, but he knew that the revocation of the Crescent's license to sail had something to do with Priest Urien.

He was not a child, and he had seen too much collusion between divine power and secular power in this world where church and state were united.

Thinking of this, he didn't bother to look for Urien, and directly asked Vivian to drive the carriage straight to the air harbor.

Just after arriving at the empty harbor, he saw the circle of guards surrounding the berthing area and the anxious first mate, Hilpeter, on the deck.

The Crescent Moon was in a very bad state, it was locked in the berth by several chains, the ship's side was already more than one meter below the berth area, and it seemed like it had not received any supply of air, and its buoyancy had dropped greatly.

The Crescent Moon was Albert's only vehicle to return to his world, and it was also a loyal comrade that had accompanied him for five years, and when he saw it in this state, Sherryman's anger spilled out.

Mann's anger spilled out.

He pulled out his leaf pendant and wore it on his chest, pulled his lockjaw gloves out of his bag and put them on, and stepped out of the carriage with narrowed eyes.