When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1006 Refugee Ship

The trip to Black Serpent Bay was originally intended to resolve the Starforged Gear issue, but it seems that's not the case now.

But Horn was used to it; it took nearly seventy years for a steam engine to develop and drive the Industrial Revolution.

Star-forged gears are so useful, but it's not so easy to achieve instant success.

Right now, Shilov has made a small breakthrough in the resonance experiment.

With this "Celestial Maiden's Secret Scroll" as a companion, given her efficiency, she should be able to produce a prototype very soon.

But there is another problem: the Dragon Cult dwarves' monopoly on Dragonbone Mine, destroying it while treating it as a sacred relic.

Currently, the dwarf community is bound to undergo a religious reform.

Never mind, let Cynthia talk to them.

Besides the ether resonance technology, what Horn needs to do now is to prepare for diplomatic matters with France.

Horn was well aware of Grandiva's blackmail; in fact, neither side wanted to go to war.

However, both Grandiva and Horn were put on a pedestal, and Charles VIII also wanted to gain the upper hand over Horn diplomatically.

This matter definitely needs to be handled properly; we need to go back and make thorough preparations.

Huddled in the cabin, with raindrops pattering on the eaves, Horn sighed helplessly.

After the death of Pope Priano of the North, Celi, the bearer of the will containing the Ark of the Sacred Heart and many relics, disappeared.

In addition to the deaths of a large number of cardinals, the Church's succession has indeed encountered a major setback in terms of legal principles.

Horn doesn't have many cards to play right now, while Charles VIII is creating cards out of thin air in the public discourse.

Is there a way to completely solve this mana problem?

Horn chuckled self-deprecatingly. Nothing's ever perfect, is it? Didn't this trip to Black Snake Bay also fail to achieve its intended purpose?

After his mind was at peace, Horn stretched and lay down on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

As for the ship, it was propelled northwards by the wind and waves.

…………

"Ah!"

Sherley sneezed loudly, rubbed his nose, and felt that the dust in the cabin was too much.

More than 20 people were crammed into this small cabin, which was less than 40 square meters in size.

As for the people in the cabin, they were refugees collected by the Ludvik Relief Society from all over Leia.

This included Sherley himself.

The Ludwick Relief Association was actually a non-governmental organization organized by County Chief Martin and others.

They accept widespread donations from the community and are responsible for leading the Laya refugees through war-torn areas and bringing them back to the Holy Alliance.

Not only monks, but many former senior partners of the Megdi organization have also donated money and manpower to the organization.

Milson River Transport, currently the largest shipping company in the Thousand Rivers Valley, donated fifteen flaut boats to the Ludwick Relief Association.

Beside the ship's pillars, the tall sailworker Sani from Eagle's Foot Bay bent his long legs, while the hunchbacked ropeworker Worin almost pressed his head against the card table.

Opposite them was Anselm, an armed peasant from Leia in the Windmill Lands.

The wealthy farmer gripped his cards tightly, his face expressionless, not letting anyone see a trace of emotion.

As for their small gambling table, it was nothing more than a round stool no bigger than a human face, and the three of them were squatting on the deck.

"open!"

"Haha, a straight line! Pay up!"

Seeing this scene, Sherri had neither the mood nor the strength to rebuke the sin of blasphemy.

It's been seven months, a full seven months.

The Thousand River Valley, which could normally be reached by waterway in a month, took him a full seven months to reach.

It wasn't that Sheri didn't want to come sooner, but that he simply couldn't.

After escaping the city, he, his guards, and his retinue mingled among the common people and were unexpectedly swept up by the ogre army and headed north to the border region. They finally managed to escape, but several guards were killed, leaving only Sheri and two retinue members.

The three found a church and intended to use it to reach the Holy Alliance.

As a result, the bishop of that church actually sent witchers to arrest Sherry on the grounds that he was "colluding with heretics".

Fortunately, Sherley was shrewd and changed horses overnight, swimming across the river in the winter and successfully escaping the pursuit.

This is normal, as Sheri is the only one remaining among the many cardinals, and he is the one with the lowest reputation.

He had lost his guards, possessed the Holy Ark, and even held the Pope's will; it was as if he had a flag planted on his head, inviting people to arrest him.

After learning his lesson, Sheri and his two attendants disguised themselves as monks and dared not use the church for travel again.

He walked all the way from the border, working odd jobs along the way to save money. This forced the originally chubby Sheli to lose weight, and his face became as dark as an old farmer's.

After many twists and turns, he finally arrived at Dawn Island.

Finally, in June, as summer approached, he took the Ark of God and the Angel's Tears Candle and boarded the ship bound for the Valley of a Thousand Rivers.

In the past, if he had squeezed in with this group of smelly farmers and city dwellers, Sheryl would not have said he would have, but he would definitely have felt nauseous.

But now, he was too exhausted to speak.

His only thought now is to send out the Pope's will as soon as possible, and then find a monastery to live a life of seclusion.

He was once the heir to the political legacy of the former pope, but now he is like a stray dog, having lost everything.

There was even more confusion regarding faith.

Especially after working odd jobs around the country during this period, he finally began to understand why the farmers of the Holy Alliance were revolting.

However, Sheryl did not want to stay in the Holy Alliance any longer. It was a place of heartache for the church, and even more so, a place of devils that spread heresy and sold out religion.

Both the previous and current popes fell victim to this.

The former gave away the Invisible Knights Order, which the church had nurtured for ten years, led by Prince Condé, while the latter simply gave away the best of the Papal Guard, the Knights Templar, and the Frontier Knights.

What will their Messiah Church become after the position of Pope is passed to this fake grandson of the saint?
The days that followed were too painful for Sheri to bear.

"Damn it, how dare you smear mud on my tools?"

"No, I didn't. I didn't rub it against you."

"That's what you got by rubbing against it."

Sherley's memory was quickly shattered by reality, as the two Eagle's Foot brothers cornered a thin farmer.

The two men repeatedly patted the farmer's face or kicked his calves hard, clearly in a deliberate provocation.

Having spent a month in the cabin, Sherley tried to avoid too much contact with them to prevent his secret from being exposed.

All clergy and nobles in the world are the same; Sheryl dared not hand over this precious relic before meeting a person of importance.

At the very least, he needs to see someone of cardinal rank before he can speak.

Although Sherry tried to keep a low profile and avoid contact with others, he still knew a little about the people in the cabin.

For example, the bullied farmer was from the Barto family in Fran, who were refugees.

Because he was a Fran, he was constantly bullied by the two shipwright and rope-maker brothers from Leia.

The ones who broke up the fight were the Elean speculators from the Golden Horn, who were relatively closer to the Francans.

However, this farce had nothing to do with Sherley; he simply watched it with indifference.

Sure enough, the guards soon came down from the cabin, and after a few blows, they all calmed down.

Finally, it was the priest Halifax, who was on board, who stepped off the ship and said helplessly, "I know you're having a rough time at the voyage, can't you have a few more days of peace and quiet? We're almost at Charlottetown."

“Reverend Khalifaq, this ship is so boring, we’re practically going crazy from boredom,” hunchbacked Worin complained.

"Alright, there's a small dock up ahead. We can stop and resupply. You can go down and take a look around, is that alright?"

　P.S. There will be another chapter later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)