C9 extreme weather

It was past noon when Vivian caught up with Ampton's carriage.

She gave the horses to Walter, who was driving, and herself got into Ampton's carriage, and gave a minute description of what she had seen at the air harbor to

Upton.

"I didn't realize that this Albert was a man of war ......"

"No, my lord, I always felt that was not normal.

Iron chain as thick as my wrist, hard with brute force to tear it off, not to mention how much strength it must be, he even did not even take a breath after doing this."

Upton touched the corner of his mouth, by now he had settled down to the customary action from his father.

"What a marvelous fellow ......"

After a moment of contemplation, Upton knocked on the carriage window, and Walter opened the door, looking straight into his master's eyes, like a dog waiting for an order to be

orders of a faithful dog.

"Change of destination, to Acorn."

Without waiting for Walter to speak, Vivian surprised him by expressing her opinion first.

"Master, mustn't we go back and prepare?Once we fulfill the purpose of this trip then it's time to kill Albert, if we go now ......"

"The original plan was for Walter and I to take part in this operation, besides, with it in place, I am confident of defeating all enemies."

Upton said, gripping the hilt of his sword.

It was his father John's sword, and his father's peerless swordsmanship tumbled through Upton's mind as he felt an inexplicable excitement for the inevitable battle with Albert.

He suppressed the emotion, which he could now distinguish as that of a father, and which was the same as the heart that fluttered in his heart every time he saw his mother, Ormolu

stopped feeling the same way.

"But ...... I didn't bring anything ......"

Upton glanced at Walter, and the two looked at each other in unison at Vivian.

"You weren't part of this plan in the first place, and besides, you'll have to go to the Pro Rock Formation now to inform the Marquis of Gilly Palmsey to cancel this visit."

Upton picked up on Walter's words and continued, "Walter is a Lane and grew up practicing martial arts, what can you do if you follow?"

Vivian glanced at Upton, pursed her lips and lowered her head, grunting out a sentence in a voice that sounded like it was squeezed through her teeth.

"I'm going to be with the one I love."

Ampton glanced at Walter, who was gradually blushing beside him, and realization dawned on him.

However, he still firmly shook his head, "No, even if I succeed in retrieving the Heart of Splendor this time, restoring the throne will require troops, and I can't take the

risk the chess game laid down by more than a dozen generations of the royal family.

Honestly go to Lin Yan Town and don't be rude to Marquis Jili Pamsi."

Vivian raised her head, not knowing if it was because she was ashamed or angry after being rejected, her face was full of red eyes obstinately.

"This is the last task you will give me before you return, is it not?"

Upton nodded, and Vivian rushed out of the carriage, snatched the reins of the chestnut horse from Walter's hand, turned on her horse, and took off in the direction of the town of Prospect Rock.

Albert stood at the wheelhouse for a long time until he was sure that Maple Leaf had not sent a flying boat guard after him, then he breathed a sigh of relief and ordered a good course.

He went to the captain's cabin.

He couldn't wait to open the charts that he had condensed his five years of sailing experience into, and according to the clues, he marked out one direction after another, and drew up this

He was busy for a long time, until he was very busy with his work.

He was busy for a long time until the first mate, Hill Peter, brought dinner to him.

Albert didn't lift his head and continued to fiddle with his chart.

"Immediately resupply with food and fresh water when we arrive at Acorn, we need to leave tomorrow morning."

Hilpeter froze for a moment and hastily said, "That ...... crew to replace Pato hasn't been recruited yet ...... This isn't even close to being in time."

Albert exhaled a sullen breath and said, "Hurry up and recruit when we get to the place, and take in those with a year of sailing experience."

Hillpeter answered and turned to leave when Albert called him back and tossed him a bag of money.

"Listen, if this goes well, I'll just leave, and then the Crescent Moon will be yours, so take care of it."

Hillpeter was an old man on the ship, and he naturally knew what Albert had been searching for so long.

He nodded as if encouraging Albert and said, "Well, wish us luck then."

After Hilpeter left, Albert glared at the large blank area circled on the chart.

As a matter of fact, given the Crescent's supply limits, reaching the area directly would be impossible to do.

In the meantime, he had to discover as many new empty islands as possible to use as springboards during the voyage.

It would be fine if these empty islands were inhabited, but if they were deserted empty islands, it would be a pain in the ass.

Just as he was contemplating a countermeasure, a feeling of being spied upon bubbled up and he turned to look, but found nothing.

In five years, he had encountered more than his fair share of strange things in this world, and nowadays he had good reason to rely on his intuition.

He slowly rolled up the chart of the voyage and scanned around, eventually spotting a raven in a corner of his bookshelf.

The crow was huddled between two books, shrinking as if in extreme fear, its dark cross-pupiled eyes staring unblinkingly at Sherryman.

Albert found the crow's eyes so disgusting that he grabbed it, opened the hatch and threw it out. When he looked up, he saw a dark cloud rolling in.

The cloud was coming from the west of the Valance continent, right in the way of the Crescent's route to Acorn.

He went to the bridge and watched as Hilpeter methodically barked out orders, and he stood contentedly, holding his shoulders as he watched the Crescent sail below the cloud.

But as they approached the churning thunderstorm cloud, Albert realized the crisis.

The dark cloud looked like a rolling wall of clouds against the ground.

He squeezed Hilpeter's shoulder and yelled toward the intercom tube, "Connie! Climb fast!"

"Why, Captain?!"

"There's a wind shear ahead!''

No one knew what wind shear Albert was talking about, but they knew what kind of danger lay above the clouds.

Even so, all of them carried out Albert's orders with stony faces.

"Get Bach down from the watchtower! Anyone who doesn't have a specific job to do get on the deck and take all the metal parts off! Throw out what you can, and what you can't

What can't be thrown away, put it in the cargo hold on the first floor!"

The crew got busy and started hammering away on the deck, and luckily for the Crescent Moon, most of the ship was made of wood, and they eventually got everything done before they reached the thunderstorm cloud.

Thunderstorm Cloud before they got everything done.

When the Crescent Moon touched the area of the thunderstorm cloud, the ship's hull shuddered and began to drop in altitude at a rapid rate, which was what Albert was afraid of, a wind shear with downward air currents.

Luckily, the Crescent's airbags had been filled with plumes of air, so the downward trend was quickly stopped, and the Crescent began to climb, and finally broke through the thunderstorm clouds and arrived at the top of the clouds.

The thunderstorm clouds seemed like a black ocean.

Huge lightning bolts shot out of the thunderstorm clouds and struck straight toward the sun, like a limb sticking out of the dark clouds, trying to touch the sun in a strange position.

And this, then, was the danger that the crew feared.

In this world, all the lightning did not descend to the ground, but was directed toward the supreme sun, like the world's wanton accusation against the uncrowned god.

the unbridled accusation of the world against the uncrowned god.

The Crescent struggled on through a blinding barrage of huge flashes, dodging them all the time.

It was as if it was in the middle of the whirlpool of the battle between the two giant gods, being blown over and over by the divine power emanating from the fierce battle between the two sides.

Albert gripped the handrail, feeling the air currents shaking the ship, and thus gave an order.

The crew did not hesitate, at this time they had already given up thinking, willing to become one of Albert's arms, faithfully carrying out Sheriman's orders.

Because they knew that the captain, who had worked miracles many times, would lead them through the crisis this time.

Below the thunderstorm clouds, on a muddy road, a carriage pulled by two black horses was speeding.

The rain was pouring down, Walter was holding the reins and wiping the rainwater running down his face with his other hand.

He couldn't let this heavy rain delay the trip, as a royal guard, to let his master keep the time appointment was to defend his master's royal dignity.

The light was so dim that Walter felt like he was in a cellar, but the howling winds that raged around him and the wails they made as they blew through the branches of the trees were an indication that he was on the right track.

He said a silent prayer in his heart and tried to control his horse, which was about to run wild.

In the sky, a hazy glimmer from the clouds, like flickering candle flames, provided Walter with a faint light for his journey, but it was swallowed up by the relentless rain and did little to help.

A parked wagon came into view, and Walter jerked on the reins, his two horses neighing as he managed to avoid the wagon, which took up most of the road.

Cursing, he glanced back and realized that the horses and driver of the wagon were nowhere to be found, and it was with this glance that he saw Ampton tapping on the window.

Ampton on the window of the wagon.

The rain was so loud that he could not hear what his master said for several moments, until he shouted the words out in a voice that bordered on a growl.

"Are you going to be all right, if you're tired it's my turn!"

Walter had been trained from a young age to serve the king's family, and to fulfill the king's purpose was the ultimate creed of his life, so much so that any concern or care from his master

concern and care sounded to him like an accusation of incompetence.

He swung the reins to accelerate the horses, which snorted and galloped hard.

A light white mist steamed up from their bodies and they looked like two black lightning bolts with white shadows, pulling the wagon through the harsh world of ghosts and wolves.

Vivian rushed into the Marquis' castle amidst the rumbling thunder, and after first accomplishing the task which Ampton had given her, she politely declined the Marquis' offer of staying the night

the goodwill of the marquis.

In the eyes of the stunned crowd, she once again straddled her chestnut horse and rushed towards the dark world outside the castle walls.

The torrential rain poured down on her, seeping through her gown and making her heavy and clumsy.

She tore off her own burdens and pressed her body as far as she could onto the horse's back, adjusting her center of gravity with each step of the chestnut horse's gallop.

The wind was howling and the cold rain beat down on her, but her heart was on fire.

She was going after her lover.

"I want to be the King's woman! I have this determination and awareness!"