Chapter 245 Lanchi Finds the Times are Good

Don't take away my human rights, painful bishop!

The silver-armored priest quickly traversed the corridors of the second-level cabin, the ship swaying slightly beneath his feet, yet his steps remained as steady as a mountain.

He first paid a visit to the captain's cabin, retrieving a nautical logbook, before ascending the stairs once more.

Upon returning to the deck level, the situation remained as stable as when he had left. A group of priests clad in silver robes were controlling the bound crew members.

The priests all turned their gazes towards the silver-armored priest at the same time, awaiting their leader's command.

It seemed that no battle had occurred, or if there were enemies, they were too weak for the silver-armored priests to bother with.

In a corner of the deck, Viscount Francis was closely guarded by several silver-robed priests, his expression still calm, even indifferent.

The slight furrow in his brow revealed that, regardless of compromise or not, his attitude towards this group of religious followers would never change.

The silver-armored priest glanced at Viscount Francis and walked towards him. Their eyes met for a moment, the air seeming to freeze. The crew members, nervously watching everything, couldn't help but swallow hard. Their lives and fates might be decided in the next second.

The coldness in Viscount Francis's eyes grew even heavier. He knew that this silver-armored priest had simply searched the captain's cabin and obtained their nautical log.

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

Just then.

The silver-armored priest suddenly produced another document, comparing it to the nautical log, and 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 complied with the silver-armored priest's command, releasing the crew members' ropes.

"Viscount Francis, today was actually just an anti-terrorism drill that we organized without permission. We startled you."

The silver-armored priest bowed apologetically to Francis.

"Are you trying to intimidate me?"

Viscount Francis was silent for a moment before speaking.

He suspected he hadn't quite understood the other party's coded language.

"No, we never do things to intimidate others. I just wanted to use this action to remind you, Viscount, that some people want this accident to become real. If I had approached you directly and told you this, I believe you wouldn't have been able to calmly believe what I said. So, perhaps my methods were a bit extreme, please forgive me."

The silver-armored priest handed a naval itinerary, along with the opened nautical log, to Viscount Francis. He seemed to have only been confirming one thing just now.

Viscount Francis glanced at the contents of the document and roughly knew where this naval itinerary, which exposed his movements, had come from.

He also knew which person in the city had provided this itinerary, wanting to harm him.

"I wasn't sure if this could become evidence before, but now that I've confirmed it, I can safely hand it over 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 up to.

But this itinerary was enough to become material for evidence to be presented to the provincial court.

"It doesn't matter. Next, you'll see our brand-new appearance. This is just the beginning."

Leaving those words behind, the silver-armored priest bid farewell to the viscount and left with the group of silver-robed men.

"..."

Only Viscount Francis was left standing on the deck, slightly dazed.