Don't confiscate my citizenship

The silver-armored priest quickly walked through the corridor of the second-floor cabin. The ship's hull swayed slightly under his feet, but his steps were as steady as a mountain.

He first went to the captain's cabin, got a navigation record, and then walked up the stairs again.

When he walked back to the deck, the situation was as peaceful as when he left. A group of priests in silver robes were controlling the tied up crew.

The priests all looked at the silver-armored priests at the same time, waiting for the leader's order.

It seems that there was no battle, or there were enemies but they were weak enough that the silver-armored priests could deal with them without any action.

In a corner of the deck, Viscount Francis was closely guarded by several silver-robed priests. His face remained calm, even indifferent.

It can be seen from the slight frown on his face that his attitude towards this group of believers will never change, no matter whether he compromises or not.

The silver-armored priest glanced at Viscount Francis and walked up to him. Their eyes met for an instant, and the air seemed to freeze. The crew members who were watching all this nervously couldn't help but swallow their saliva. Their life, death and fate, The answer may come in the next second.

The coldness in Viscount Francis's eyes became heavier and heavier. He knew that the silver-armored priest simply searched the captain's cabin and got their logbook.

Although he didn't know what the use of it was, Viscount Francis only knew that the other party's greedy conditions would not change in the future.

at this time.

The silver-armored priest suddenly took out another document, compared the logbook with the documents, and at the same time said to the silver-robed priests beside him: "Untie them."

Everyone was stunned by this sudden order. Then, the silver-robed priests hesitated for a moment, but still obeyed the silver-armored priest's order and untied the crew's ropes.

"Viscount Francis, today is actually just an anti-terrorism exercise organized by us without authorization. It scared you."

The silver-armored priest bowed to Francis and apologized.

"Are you threatening me?"

Viscount Francis was silent for a moment and said.

He suspected that he didn't quite understand the other party's slang.

"No, we never do anything to intimidate others. I just want to remind the Viscount through actions that some people hope that this accident will become true. If I find you directly and tell you this, I believe you will not be able to calm down. Di Lai believes what I said, so the method may be a little drastic, please forgive me."

The silver-armored priest handed a sailing itinerary and the opened logbook to Viscount Francis. He seemed to just want to confirm one thing.

Viscount Francis glanced at the contents of the document and roughly understood where the voyage itinerary that revealed his itinerary came from.

He also found out who in the city had given this itinerary and wanted to harm him.

"I was not sure before whether this could be used as evidence of guilt. Now that I am sure, I can safely hand it to you as a gift. This is our sincerity."

The silver-armored priest said with a smile.

"...I won't take it as your kindness."

Viscount Francis didn't know what the other party was planning.

But this itinerary is enough to be used as evidence in the provincial court.

"It doesn't matter. Next, you will see our new look. This is just the beginning."

After leaving these words, the silver-armored priest led a group of silver-robed men to say goodbye to the viscount and left.

"..."

Viscount Francis was left standing on the deck in a daze.

The crew members all hugged and cheered as if they had survived a disaster, but Viscount Francis could not relax for a long time.

"Lord Francis, I'm so sorry."

The guard came to his side and said guiltily.

"It's not your fault. These cultists are too strong. I almost got you involved."

Viscount Francis was leaning on a cane and seemed to have a stiff waist.

He couldn't figure out what these resurrection believers were planning.

This is really what the other person said.

Is it an exercise?

Or...do you need help from an expert?

Viscount Francis shook his head, took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette.

…

The merchant ship sailed on the calm sea for several hours.

About five o'clock in the afternoon.

The sky began to be dyed into a spectacular color by the sunset, with pale orange, violet and pale pink intertwined together. The sun slowly sank, leaving the last golden afterglow on the horizon.

The sea is also rendered softer by the sunset, and the waves are sparkling, as if inlaid with countless diamonds.

The paint on the hull has peeled off a little and looks a bit old, but this adds a touch of retro charm. The sailors on the ship finally seemed to be finishing their work, relaxing and staring at the distant coastline.

The merchant ship was slowly approaching the dock of a quiet town.

Inside the spacious cabin.

Since Lan Qi didn't have much luggage, after receiving a friendly reminder from the crew, he quickly left the guest room and walked along the corridor to the exit where he could board the pier along the gangway later.

I saw that Viscount Francis and his secretary were already waiting here.

After Lan Qi said hello, Viscount Francis remained as unassuming as before and invited Lan Qi to go back to the Lord's Mansion for dinner with him later.

"Let's stay in the guest room of our Lord's Mansion tonight."

Viscount Francis leaned on his cane and said to Lan Qi.

For tutors invited from other places, they will be given room accommodation in the same way as before.

But most of them only stayed for a few days and then left.

There were even some anxious teachers who wanted to punish Zestila and took action directly. As a result, they ended up being sent to the doctor with burns or being stunned.

This young man with brown hair and green eyes looks quite gentle, and he should at least not be angered by his daughter, who would eventually get into a conflict and get hurt.

"Thank you, Lord Viscount."

Lan Qi smiled and thanked.

"Mr. Lodge, do you know what happened on the ship before?"

Franciszi was silent for a moment, glanced at Lan Qi beside him, and then asked.

"The ship stopped for a while in the morning, but nothing seemed to happen."

Lan Qi recalled what he felt in the guest room.

Although when the ship first stopped, Cat Boss used telekinesis magic to float out of the window to the edge of the deck to see what was going on, but Lan Qi also heard from Cat Boss that the situation was not that urgent, so he chose to use [Long Live Friendship] Bug] sent a message to the Silver Armored Priest to come down, instead of directly using [Beautiful Note] to turn the entire ship into a ghost ship, and immediately showed up in person to save the Viscount.

"so."

Seeing Lan Qi's naturally confused look, Viscount Francis quickly gave up his doubts.

It’s true that I’m older and think too much.

It is impossible that the silver-armored priest had evil intentions at first, but after he met the young man on the deck, he was influenced by his words.

If you think about such ridiculous things, you might as well pray to the goddess that this scholar from the southern continent can tolerate his disobedient daughter.