Mystic Holy See

When Aldrich followed Herbert to the berth of the ship, Helena was instructing the sailors to carry supplies, including containers and stones that Aldrich had prepared in advance.

The ship in front of him was medium in size, and Aldridge could recognize that it was a brig with no guns, and he didn't quite understand the rest.

However, the appearance of the ship is very new, and the surrounding sailors do not look sharp, but rather like a team of temporary grass.

Aldridge thinks that sentence is still reasonable, and it is not the first time for Helena to go to sea this time.

"Mr. Aldrich." Helena greeted with a smile. Today, she was dressed in smart clothes, and her long shawl hair was rolled into the captain's hat, looking valiant.

That's not why Aldridge trusts her, however.

Aldridge nodded and said directly, "Miss Helena, are you the captain?"

Helena smiled slightly, and said seriously: "Yes."

Aldridge asked, "How many times have you gone out to sea?"

"Don't you trust me?" Helena didn't expect Aldridge to be so direct.

"That's right." Aldridge was not polite, but he still gave some face, and his voice would not reach the ears of the sailors who were working.

Helena was silent for a few seconds, unable to refute.

Her grandfather is an old captain. He has been fascinated by sailing since he was a child. In addition, he studied hard and learned a lot. He has a lot of theoretical knowledge and other people's experience.

Helena made a calm decision and said, "The captain's position must be me, but I will ask Herbert as my first mate."

Aldridge could understand what she meant, she could temporarily let go of power, and Herbert would assist her, but in order to control the ship in the future, the captain's position could not be handed over.

He narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Yes."

People took a step back, and as long as Aldrich achieved his goal, naturally he would not say anything.

Aldridge turned and got into the boat.

Herbert didn't say a word. Although he had a bad impression of Aldridge, this time he would stand by Aldridge's side. He didn't rely on blood at sea. Calmness and experience are wealth.

Fortunately, Helena is not stupid.

Aldridge stepped onto the deck of the ship and immediately felt the amplitude of the ship's swing with the waves. He sighed in his heart, and a slight dizziness appeared in his mind.

In his previous life, he didn't like to take a boat, and he may have suffered from it in the past few days.

Aldridge went into the cabin and asked the sailor to give him a cubicle, small, but at least he could sleep.

He rolled over and lay on the bed, the effect of the dizziness in his mind immediately diminished a lot, he closed his eyes and planned to catch up on sleep for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, when he was half asleep, a shout came from outside:

"Anchor!"

The huge iron chain jingled, and the boat under him began to move slowly.

Aldridge stopped worrying so much and continued to sleep.

It wasn't until noon that Aldridge woke up.

After taking a pill to prevent seasickness, he walked out of the cabin and came to the deck.

The sailors who were working were working, and those who were not working were not dangling on the deck, and seemed to be well disciplined.

Aldridge endured the nausea, saw Herbert standing beside the helmsman, and nodded to him.

"Where's Captain Helena?" he asked, coming to Herbert.

Herbert didn't speak, just pointed to the captain's room behind, and he should have handed over the command to him.

"How long until we get there?" Aldridge didn't want to go around the sea for a few days.

"If there is no problem with the chart provided by the captain, the target sea area will be reached in the early morning of tomorrow at most." Herbert replied.

"Um."

Aldridge looked up at the sunny sky and was probably sure he was sailing west.

The course from Spursey to Port of Dorenco was heading east, just the opposite, indicating that the probability of them hitting the ghost ship is theoretically low.

Aldridge walked to the railing and leaned against the railing to look at the sea. The seasickness medicine was slowly taking effect, and the dizziness in his mind was diminishing.

Seeing the sea from the sea and from the shore are completely two different feelings.

On the shore, no matter how vast the sea is before you, you always stand on its edge, lacking in awe.

When you are in the sea, no matter which direction you look at, it is the same sea level. Only then can you truly feel that you are free and trapped by the sea.

How can you not be in awe?

And this area is all within the authority of the Lord of the Sea, and the heart of faith is born from this.

Aldridge didn't care so much, and concentrated on enjoying the wet sea breeze.

...

Tonight, Sunderland is concentrating on... picking out clothes at her residence.

He was ordered by the Master to go to the Scepter of the Waves to meet with the Master's followers.

This is the first time Sunderland has met with a 'partner' from the same faction. The mentor asked him to take care of the settlement. He has to do everything well, and he can't lose face!

Thinking of the scene of meeting with the mentor before, Sunderland's eyes are full of longing for the figure: mysterious, powerful, knowledgeable.

As a follower of the mentor, how could he lose face?

Be sure to show your demeanor and temperament!

Sunderland threw the dress bought for 10 kinnars on the bed and scratched his head fiercely. Wearing this in such a hot weather, am I out of my mind?

Sunderland hasn't decided what to wear since the afternoon's work.

Gritting his teeth, Sunderland looked to his final choice.

I am a black mamba, this should be the best choice.

...

Dylan was sitting on a wooden bench at this time, bathed in the brilliance of the twin moons.

He raised his head and looked forward. Not far ahead, in the center of the square, stood a huge, solemn trident sculpture that symbolized the majesty of the sea.

This is the square in the city center of Spurzi, and the 'Wave Scepter' is the name of the trident sculpture.

It's too late.

Dylan lowered his head, played with Tina, who was sleeping soundly on his lap, and tightened the clothes over her.

They came to Spurzi for three days~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In the past few months, Dylan has not stopped for a moment, taking care of the funeral for his parents, selling the property, and exercising his extraordinary ability...

He felt that time passed very slowly.

Dylan couldn't forget the time he spent with his mentor, and he looked forward to seeing him as soon as possible.

This evening, he couldn't help but bring Tina here and wait for the night to come.

Dylan trusted his mentor, and he didn't worry about Tina staying alone in the hotel, so he just took him with him.

He took out his pocket watch to check the time, it was already 11:30 pm, and the square was empty.

"Tutor's student?"

Suddenly, a whisper sounded on his back, making his hair stand up—

This voice is not a teacher!