Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 659 Two hundred and thirty six. Set sail

   [Yes, I think the initial crusade against the Third Calamity was sloppy. 】

  【Even if they sacrificed themselves for it? 】

  【Yes. Don't you get it, Claire? It was the most powerful force we could muster, but like a moth, meaningless into a burning campfire. 】

  【Do you think so? Sir Gomes, first of all thank you for being a guest on the radio, but I cannot agree with your theory. Me, everyone in the Lennon Islands consider them heroes. 】

【hero? I think they're just a bunch of... a bunch of idiots. *snorts*]

  【My God... Your Excellency Gomes, how can you say such a thing... *footsteps*]

   [Crash...*noisy yelling* Lord Gomes, did you hear it? Nearby residents are protesting your remarks. 】

  【Whatever they say, I stand by my opinion. 】

  【Okay, can you tell me why? Otherwise I feel like...you'll be thrown away by the audience when you go out *wry laughter*]

【that's not important. But of course I will tell you why. They could have approached the Third Calamity in a less harmful way, instead of rushing in like this. 】

  【This is because we have no time. We have all seen the harmfulness of the third scourge, and it is destroying the future of our humanity. In just ten minutes, the Principality lost hundreds of thousands of children! *shouting excitedly*]

  【You still don't get it...*sigh* Claire, look around, what are we left with now? A mad king dragged all the men into battle, and the war was lost, do you think this country has a future? 】

【Can……】

  【The most important thing is that they failed. If the Third Calamity is gone, we have solved the big trouble, and we have retained our strength. now what? We didn't solve the big trouble, and we lost our strength, only a few pieces of information that were totally not worth it! *shouting*]

  [*snack of breath* The only thing they're clever about is the shelter plan...leaving fire. Even if we all die on the ground, humanity will not become extinct. When they leave, this will still be our territory...]

   "This is our site..."

  In the captain's room of the old gentleman, Mannick Pa repeated the words of the annoying guy on the radio, gently stroked the rudder that had been smashed off a corner, and whispered: "Old guy, are you ready?"

   Stamping the crisp boots on the deck from far to near, the young and handsome chief mate walked into the captain's room with his chest straight: "Captain Mannick, we can leave the port!"

  Manik Pa scooped up the captain's cap from the rudder and put it on his head, turned back to the firm and confident chief mate and said, "Tell the sailors, raise the sails!"

  The old gentleman slowly sailed out of the port shipyard. The old gentleman was simply painted with a layer of waterproof paint during the half-day mobilization of the staff, which allowed this old-fashioned antique to travel on the sea for a while.

   At this moment, Mannick Pa in the captain's room suddenly heard a cheer.

   He looked to the left, and the port was crowded with people, waving ribbons and shouting something, converging into a vast noise in the sky.

  The sailors on the deck stopped one after another, burning emotions flowing in their veins.

  Manik Pa has never been treated like this.

   On every voyage of the Old Gentleman when he was young, there were only cold guards and sad farewell families in port, because they knew the ship was going into war.

   But this time...it carries hope.

   "This ending is so much better than staying in a museum and getting moldy... isn't it, old guy." Mannick Pa said softly.

   The cheering figures on the port gradually faded away, and two cruise ships followed, escorting one left and one right.

  The hot-blooded Chuanmen couldn't wait to do something, so they aimed at the old deck.

  Manik Pa in the captain's room witnessed everything and did not stop their senseless actions. After all, three days at sea, these guys have to find something to do.

   The first mate quickly returned to the captain's room, still standing as straight as a javelin.

   "Is it only us?" Mannick Pa asked, looking at the endless dark ocean ahead.

   "Your old friend Captain Canglang is here too. He set sail from Queen's Harbor in the morning."

   "Why earlier than me?" Mannick Pa frowned and said that the wolf was his friend - there were many opponents.

   Before the war completely dissipated, he and Canglang belonged to different forces, and they also disguised as pirates and looted the ships of each other's forces until the war was completely mediated and the warships were taken into the museum.

   Canglang that damned guy bought the boat with the money he had saved, and kept it up and running, so he set off first.

Of course   Mannick Pa knew, he was just upset.

   The first officer changed the subject: "There are no warships on the east coast of the Lord's Continent, so they didn't have time to rush over. Counting a small warship in the barren land, we only have three ships that we can use."

   "Enough, the quantity doesn't make sense to it," Mannick Pa said, finding what the young first mate seemed to want to say. "Do you have something to say?"

   The young chief mate stood up straighter again: "Why don't we put the artillery on the ironclad, they are stronger!"

   "We didn't have time to calibrate the guns, and on the Old Gentleman, my experience didn't work," said Mannick Pae. "Compared to this, can the rivers of the Badlands allow us to get close to it?"

  …

   "Back! Back!"

  Old Hans yelled at the workers, pulled a greedy guy who was still shoveling dirt and quickly retreated to the shore.

   As soon as they retreated, cracks appeared in the thin soil wall, deformed, and were suddenly washed away by the sea water on the other side.

  The water rushed into the barren land along the low old channel.

  The cheers of the workers were drowned out by the sound of huge water rushing.

  Kylan Fast stood on a mound not far away, watching quietly.

   They spent two days excavating the old channel to avoid diverting the oasis.

   A steady stream of seawater washes the channel, taking away sand and mud from the bottom and edges. The three warships arriving tomorrow will be able to sail straight from the river into the inland of the Badlands, and reach a distance of less than a mile from the body of the silent time.

  At this time, the bells suddenly sounded interrupted the celebration, and the time of silence came again.

   After a short period of noise, people suppressed their inner emotions and stopped moving beside the river to keep quiet.

   They were already familiar with the time of silence. So when ten minutes later when the silence quietly retreated, no one disappeared.

   But the blood of the people by the river had cooled down, and they put on their clothes in silence, ignoring the river after staring at the river for more than ten minutes, and returned to the town.

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   "Notify the remaining members of the United Organization, and we will also help." Kieran Fast said to the exorcist who was already his assistant.

"us?"

   "Well, this is our last chance to resolve the silence."

   (end of this chapter)