C8 No Room for Rejection

Even knowing that Upton could take care of the Crescent's being grounded, Albert's anger still spewed out in an irrepressible manner.

Although he was already furious to the core, under the effect of the leaf pendant, the expression on his face was pious, like an expectant

innocent student whose teacher asked a question.

In the eyes of the guards, he looked like a lost stranger who was smiling harmlessly towards them.

However, it was only after Albert got closer that they realized that this person was not harmless at all.

Facing the guard who had no sense of crisis, Albert copied the gap in the other's armor at the waist, turned around and flung himself, and the poor guard was taken right

The poor guard was directly thrown from the berth area outside the empty harbor to the muddy road at the entrance of the empty harbor.

The distance of nearly fifty meters was enough for the guard to react to what had happened to him, and he began to let out a prolonged scream.

The other four guards had different expressions.

Some looked at the direction their companions were thrown, dumbfounded; some held their hair and let out a cry of pain, as if he was the one who had taken the blow; some drew their long swords and stepped back nervously at Albert's approach.

One of them was smart enough to pull his legs out and run, but the wooden trestle in the berthing area wasn't exactly wide, and he was swung in the face by Albert's arm, and the whole

man tumbled like a spinning rod through the air a few times before falling heavily onto the trestle.

"Don't you come any closer! We have orders from the town's mayor, Count Pablich, to watch over this outlaw flying ship ......"

Before the guard could finish his sentence, Albert's large hand reached out, and the guard slashed his sword, but was steadied by Albert's lockjaw gloved hands

grabbed steadily.

He stretched out one finger of his right hand and struck the spine of the sword, and with a crunch, all that remained in the guard's hand was the hilt of the sword.

"Go back and tell your Count that I was planning to meet Urien the Priest, but now I've changed my mind.

Now you may roll."

Albert said, walking towards the chains that held the Crescent, no longer paying attention to the guards that rolled and ran off behind him.

He swung the half-sword to slash at the chain, but after a crunch the half-sword snapped again and only a shallow gash appeared in the chain.

Albert frowned, grabbed the chain with both hands and exerted force, after a burst of cackling and creaking metal, the wrist-thick buckled section of the chain was straightened by him, and with a clatter, the chain was pulled straight.

The wrist-thick buckled links were straightened by him and snapped into several sections with a clatter, crashing into the turquoise sea below the berth.

The crew of the Crescent Moon made a gaping hole in the side of the ship, and Hilpeter hurriedly reported the Crescent Moon's current status to the boarding captain.

"No replenishment of the plume? What's Connie been doing the last couple days?"

The diminutive Connie emerged from the pile with an aggrieved look on his face.

"Captain, we've been stuck here since the third day of docking, and the shipment of plumes we ordered is now being held in a harbor warehouse."

Albert let out a breath and drew his homemade, not supposed to be of this era, musket from his belt and handed it to Hilpeter.

"Take a few men and go get our plume of air."

The merchants and crew who were watching were long gone, not to mention the guards, and Hilpeter and his men looked like a group of crop-dusters who had been bullied out of their minds, running towards the harbor office with the short weapons they usually used against air pirates, hooting and hollering.

On the other side of the berth area, Albert saw Vivian carrying the money box, he beckoned and Vivian approached the other side of the New

Moon's other side of the ship.

"Tell Mr. Upton that the problem with the Crescent has been resolved, and I'll see you tomorrow morning at ten o'clock at the air port in Acorn."

Vivian nodded her head, she couldn't see a trace of anger on Albert's face, there was only that strange piety and smile.

She handed the money box to Albert and asked with some uneasiness, "Uh ...... is this alright? Well, at least it's the Count's man ......"

"It's fine, just dock at a different port, it's not the first time."

A loud noise, Vivian instinctively shrunk her neck, Albert looked in the direction of the empty harbor office, a group of people surged out of it and fled in all directions.

Vivian pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Albert, it would be better to have your men stop, you have to trust Mr. Upton, he is capable of

solve these problems."

"I believe that Ampton has the ability, but you can't expect others to defend your own bottom line."

Vivian looked over to the airfield office, a wagon was parked in front of the entrance, several men carrying individual gas canisters were loading them onto the wagon, and as if she remembered something she

hurriedly jumped up.

"Mr. Albert I'm off! I'm going to pass on your words to Mr. Upton before he leaves for Linstone ......"

The voice followed her as she ran farther and farther away, eventually disappearing in the direction the carriage had stopped.

The replenishment of the Crescent's plume of air was soon completed, a pile of replacement air tanks was piled up in the berth, and the Crescent's buoyancy had been adjusted and she was in a state of readiness for departure.

The kerosene fuel for the voyage had been bought by Connie himself on the day of docking, and together with it he had brought on board a new blacksmith's shop which he had gone to

store to build an unintelligible pile of strange parts.

Conny, who was convinced that the captain was capable of solving the problem, was not as anxious as Hilpeter, and during the few days that the Crescent was under control in the empty harbor

Connie finished installing and commissioning his own design.

He jumped at the chance to cut a hole in the stern of the ship, ready to get a jetting bit for this press he had invented.

"Let's put this aside until we get to Acorn."

Albert finished speaking and ordered to set sail, he stood on the port side of the Crescent Moon and looked at the air harbor of Maple Leaf Township that he was about to leave with a lot of emotions.

Because he knew that even if Ampton took care of the town's mayor earl, the Priest Urien of the Prymus Divine Religion would still come up with other ways to restrict him

out of the harbor unless he could accede to Ullianna's as yet unspoken request.

That demand, as far as Albert could guess, must have something to do with what he had brought back last time.

Just as the Crescent was about to pull away from her berth, a speeding two-horse carriage stopped in the street of the empty harbor, and two men appeared in Sherry

Mann's field of vision.

One was Count Pablich with a sword at his waist, and the other was Urien, a priest of the Church of God dressed in gray cloth robes.

Pabrich walked quickly toward the berth, waving his hand toward the Crescent as he went.

"If you dare to run away, I'll go to the king to submit a wanted application! Come back here! You lawless plebeian!"

Unlike Pablish's anxious behavior, Urien gazed at Albert, who stood proudly on the ship's side, and he knew that Albert was saying with his actions

no.

He sighed and turned to the carriage.

Pablish was like a barking teddy, when he saw that the master behind him was no longer there, he immediately caved in and got back into the carriage.

"Should we send the Flying Ship Guard after them?"

Ullian's eyes were closed, the corners of his mouth drooping, and Pablish had the good sense to keep his mouth shut, ordering the carriage to head for the Prysmian Sanctuary.

Returning to the Sanctuary, Ullian's face sank; Albert's rebuff left no room for him to turn back, and it left him in disbelief.

From the time he was seven years old and converted to the embrace of the Prymus God, except for those church brothers who taught him, he had never tasted being rejected by ordinary people

the taste of being rejected by ordinary people.

He gritted his teeth as he walked through the great hall, the rest of his heart was filled with indignation towards Albert, in addition to the fear of the Lord Bishop's descending punishment for his sins.

"How dare you, a mere mortal, disobey the will of God!?"

Walking through the connecting corridor towards the cemetery hut, the hatred towards Albert in Ullian's heart gradually faded, because what he had to face next was the bishop's

s wrath.

He knocked on the door of the room with anxiety, and after an indistinct "Come in" that sounded like a bubble rising from a swamp, he pushed open the

door.

"Dear brother Urien, this time you had better bring good news."

Marius was studying an ancient tome by the dim candlelight, and upon hearing his words, a smile tugged hard at the corners of Ullian's mouth.

"Lord Bishop, Albert he ...... he left the harbor."

"Oh?" said Marius, closing the ancient book and raising his face, covered in the shadow of his cloak, to look at Urien, who hurriedly lowered his head.

"So, he accepted the task assigned to him by the gods?"

"Uh ...... not really, in fact I didn't get to see him at all ......"

Silence spread in the gloomy hut, accompanied by Marius' low breathing, and Urien could even feel the bishop's eyes creeping over his own body, a writhing vision that looked like it was trying to find some crack to burrow into, so as to peek into his inner thoughts.

This sense of scrutiny made Ullian's body tremble and cold sweat flowed, his knees weakened and he fell to the ground with a thud.

With a long sigh, Ullian felt his body relax, and the sight that wormed its way up and down his body disappeared.

"It can't all be your fault ......

There is such a group of people under the sky who are born blasphemers, but it so happens that this blasphemer has the knowledge that God needs ......

Mindful of the fact that you have undying loyalty to God, you go down."

Ullian hurriedly stood up and prepared to take his leave, but when he reached the door, he suddenly turned back as if remembering something and said, "The Crescent Moon, as it left the harbor, did not

not replenished its food and water supplies, so I guess that he would first go to the nearest port to dock and repair."

Marius stood up and nodded his head towards Ullian, who immediately bowed and retired.

Marius stood in silence for a long time after Urian's departure, and in the shadows of his cloak, something seemed to be writhing, and they looked like violent leeches, twisting, flailing, and tangling.

"Useless thing."

He went to the bookshelf and picked up a statue of a raven sitting on the shelf and placed it in the center of the table.

Then he took out a small knife and sliced one of the multiple tentacles he had sticking out of his sleeve.

Dark blood flowed out, and he then used this severed tentacle to draw a spell formation on the table.

It was a kind of spell formation with a nested hexagram as its theme, and on the periphery of the hexagram, a circle gradually formed, with complicated symbols and evil

symbols and evil signs surrounded the circle, making the entire spell formation look eerie.

As Marius murmured, in this dark room, the weird spell formation made of black blood was activated.

It rose up wisps of black smoke, which snaked upwards like a twisted tentacle.

Immediately after, a mysterious force pulled the black smoke towards the center of the spell formation, and the black smoke tentacles twisted and tangled with the raven statue, instantly covering it completely.

The black smoke tentacles twisted and tangled with the raven statue, instantly covering it completely.

With the end of Marius's spell, the formation disappeared completely, and those black smoke-like tentacles penetrated into the inner part of the raven statue, as if they came from there originally.

As if they had originally come from there.

"Awaken, my child."

As if hearing Marius' call, the raven statue fluttered its wings and stood up with difficulty.

There were still thin tentacles showing on its eyes with cross pupils, and it blinked a few times, those tentacles retracting.

"Go, go to Albert von Ardenne."