NABC Chapter 304 Golden Dream
Chapter 304 Golden Dream
Chapter 304 Golden Dream
After exchanging a few words with the ship's first mate, the pirates surrounding Sirion suddenly parted to make way for a beautiful woman with long brown hair who walked out from behind the crowd.
Her face was oval-shaped, with a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a pair of light blue eyes that resembled clear spring water.
Instead of the boat-shaped hat or tricorn hat popular among pirate captains, he wore a beige coat with a cinched waist and a large white lace flower-shaped decoration at the collar that cascaded down his body.
She paired the coat with a dark knee-length skirt with connected pleats at the hem, giving it a slightly voluminous look, and wore leather boots that matched her hair color.
She is the "Iceberg Admiral" of the high seas, the captain of the "Golden Dream," Edwina Edwards.
Cyril noticed that Edwina's gaze towards him showed no surprise or astonishment.
It seems she had anticipated this scene, or perhaps she was simply too calm and rational.
Lost in thought, he nodded to her and said, "Good morning. You seem to be a very learned lady. May I rest on your ship for a while?"
He paused, then turned his head to look at the still-demonized corpse at his feet: "This demon's corpse can serve as my fare."
"Besides the head, I'll use it to exchange for the bounty. If you're curious, you can take a look; I remember people in the Church of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' have this kind of hobby."
This was something he had planned before boarding the ship. Since he had already taken the properties extracted from the corpse, he could find someone to dispose of the corpse for free.
He originally planned to go directly to Sonia Island, but when he passed through this area of water, he happened to see the "Golden Dream". He was a little curious, and he also needed to find a place to restore his spirituality, so the scene of boarding the ship earlier came about.
Edwina gazed at the tall demon corpse for a moment, then fell into thought.
Behind her, several pirates quickly spoke up to dissuade her: "Captain, he's a dangerous man wanted by the Storm Church!"
"That's right, the ocean is so vast, and it just so happened that it ran into us. What a coincidence."
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...Every single person on this ship, is there anyone who isn't wanted by the Church of Storms?
Moreover, I am only wanted by the official Luen government, while you are wanted by all the kingdoms of the Church of the Righteous God.
After mentally grumbling a few times, Cyril glanced at the people who had objected to his boarding, then looked at Edwina and explained, "This isn't a coincidence. I was active in the Gargas Islands before, and I just got into a fight near the Church of Dawn not long ago. To avoid conflict with the local authorities, I had to take my spoils to the next place."
"Your ship is right in my path, and there are no islands or reefs nearby where I can rest, so I have no choice but to board."
Edwina nodded slightly, seemingly believing his explanation, and then asked, "Mr. Randolph, where is your destination?"
Cyril: "Sonia Island."
Edwina paused for a moment before explaining, "This isn't on our usual route. The Golden Dream's next stop is the waters off the Rothschild Islands, after which it will go to Damir Port."
"This is a pre-planned route and will not be changed for the time being."
Cyril nodded slightly, not minding at all: "I'm just taking a short rest and will leave tomorrow."
"You should know that spirit realm travel has requirements on the strength of the spirit body. Extraordinary beings below the level of demigod can only withstand a limited amount of teleportation time, and it is difficult to reach the destination in one go."
Edwina thought for a moment and nodded: "That's no problem."
"But while on board, you need to follow some of the ship's rules."
Cyril placed her hand on her chest and bowed. "No problem, thank you for your generosity, madam."
As soon as he looked up, he was met with a barrage of gazes, each carrying a different emotion.
Cyril didn't seem to care, and even gave them a provocative smirk before looking at the "demon" beside him.
The corpse: "This corpse is yours now, just remember to leave the head to me."
Edwina nodded slightly, turning to look at her "first mate," Blue, beside her: "Help me move it to the storage room. I'll study the demon's body structure when I have time; perhaps I can develop some useful secret techniques."
After saying that, she turned to look at Sirion: "There are still spare rooms on the ship, but it will take some time to tidy them up. Let me show you around the ship's layout first."
Sirion nodded earnestly: "Thank you for your help."
Afterwards, led by Edwina, he toured the two upper decks of the ship to familiarize himself with the layout before arriving at a room that had been temporarily prepared.
"This is your room. It has a private bathroom, and some basic necessities will be brought to you shortly."
"The ship's canteen has fixed meal times, but there are also some snacks and drinks available at other times."
"Because the temperature in this area is low, the crew spends most of their time chatting in the warmer restaurant. If you feel bored, you can go sit there for a while."
"Okay." Sirien nodded seriously.
As Edwina turned to leave, he suddenly asked, "You don't seem surprised that I'm on the 'Golden Dream'?"
Edwina stopped, turned around, and nodded: "Not long ago, I foresaw this scene during a nap."
Cyril nodded slightly, accepting the reason.
The Sequence 4 of the "Reader" pathway is "Prophet". Although Edwina is only Sequence 5 now, she has a god behind her.
As he drifted off into thought, Edwina continued, "I also saw a sentence in that revelatory dream, and I think it was meant for you."
"What did you say?" Sirion didn't hide his curiosity.
After a moment's thought, Edwina calmly said, "You can go to Azshara's Temple of Knowledge before you advance to Archmage. Remember, you must go alone."
"...Alone?"
Cyril repeated it, feeling that this didn't mean he had to go alone, but rather that he had to get out of Adam's sight.
That's not easy.
Composing himself, he nodded slightly to Edwina, then changed the subject: "I understand."
"By the way, may I borrow some books from you while I'm on the ship?"
Edwina smiled and nodded: "Sure, most of the books on the ship are kept in my captain's cabin. You can come and get them anytime."
The books collected on the "Golden Dream" are not comprehensive. If you can't find what you need, feel free to ask me. I remember the contents of most of the books I've read.
...It's clear that she's happy that someone is taking the initiative to read books.
He muttered to himself, then nodded politely to the other person: "No problem, thank you again for your generosity and enthusiasm."
After a few words of casual conversation, Edwina returned to her captain's cabin, and Cyril also closed the door and lay down on the bed, quickly entering a meditative state to recover the spiritual energy she had previously depleted.
A moment later, there was a knock on the door. Cyril, who was forced to interrupt her meditation, sighed and got up to open the door.
The person knocking on the door was a handsome young man with blond hair and dark roots, neatly swept to the sides. He looked like a gentleman, not a pirate.
His eyes were a very light lake green, his nose was straight, his lips were thin, and he had an air of trustworthiness.
He handed over a new set of household supplies he was holding, saying, "Hello, Mr. Randolph, I am Jodson, the third mate of the 'Golden Dream'."
"The captain has already given the instructions. If you have any questions, you can come to me directly."
Cyril nodded suspiciously, more convinced that this was just an excuse to keep him from having too much contact with Edwina.
Seeing that the other person showed no intention of leaving after delivering the items, he leaned against the doorframe and started chatting with him: "You don't look like a pirate at all, more like a gentleman from Backlund, or a playboy from Trier."
Yodson raised his hand to touch the neatly combed hair behind his ear, a smile he thought was polite and appropriate appearing on his face: "You have excellent taste. Before coming to the sea, I was also a child from a wealthy family in Intis."
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"So you're doing this to experience life?"
"That's how it was at the beginning, but now I'm doing it to pursue a better life."
"Well... I wish you success."
After chatting for a while and seeing off Yodson, who seemed to be in a good mood, Cyril lay back down on the bed and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.
At one moment, his spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered.
When he finished meditating, the first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes was a stack of neatly arranged letters on the desk not far away.
"Was it a letter or a book that was sent?"
He rubbed his forehead, stepped forward, took the stack of letters in his hand, and began to read:
Many of the stories you provided are true and valid; one can draw power from the relevant knowledge to create magic or witchcraft. I have marked them.
In addition, I have compiled some of the witchcraft and magic knowledge that you need, which has been created through "mystical reappearance".
This knowledge is powerful in itself, and it takes a lot of time to write it down, read it, and memorize it. If we don't consider the potential risks, the secret ritual is the best choice.
Remember your promise: do not spread this knowledge; burn it after reading.
"Why wasn't the Roselle Diary mentioned? Is it no longer needed, or is there no longer any rush?"
"Or perhaps the stories I told her, which don't belong to this era, sparked new associations in her mind?"
As he muttered to himself, he removed the first letter from Bernadette, and the contents of the next stack of letters consisted entirely of abstract symbols, magical markings, and a small amount of ancient Fussac and Hermes.
Just looking at it gave Cyril a headache.
This knowledge is truly powerful; as soon as I saw him, distorted and illusory light and shadow floated before my eyes.
He turned the letter upside down on the table, and after the floating illusion in front of him disappeared, he couldn't help but sigh, "The reading threshold is too high. I can understand every single word, every single symbol and sign, but when they are put together, I can't understand them at all."
"Compared to intellectuals who strive to develop spells, copying and pasting is definitely more suitable for me."
After sighing, he turned and walked out of the room.
Outside the captain's cabin on the second floor above the deck, Sirion raised his hand and knocked lightly twice on the door.
Thump~ thump~
After a long while, Edwina's voice finally rang out: "Come in."
When Sir Ryan opened the door, he saw Edwina wearing a surgical cap and rubber gloves, with a blood-stained white coat over her beige coat, dressed like a surgeon who had just come out of the operating room.
Has the autopsy of the "demon" already begun?
That's incredibly fast! Is this the powerful execution ability of academics in the field of research?
After a silent sigh in his heart, he asked, "Did I bother you?"
Edwina shook her head slightly: "It's not an intrusion. I was planning to go to the cafeteria to get lunch later anyway."