205: Chapter 194 Origin Dew (1/3) 205: Chapter 194 Origin Dew (1/3) The exploration ship “Reverence Light”, under the Platinum Iridium Workshop, was converted from a dium-sized frigate.
It asured twenty-three ters in length and had a displacent of five hundred tons, equipped with four Alchemical Cannons.
Overall, it was not suitable for long voyages at sea, as its capability to withstand strong winds was limited.
However, because a Second Energy Level powerholder was stationed on board, no one doubted its safety.
Even in a major storm, Viscount Grant himself could wield his power to create a windless domain several hundred ters wide.
How much more so for Master Gossay, whose skills were more refined and whose profession was even more specialized?
Indeed, the True Form that Master Gossay cultivated was precisely the “Cloud Sculptor” of the Second Energy Level.
A heritage that allowed for the control of air pressure and the direction of the wind.
Wrapped in a layer of pale Origin Quality, two different air pressure domains took shape, and despite sailing against the wind, the “Reverence Light” moved forward with full sails, its speed made incredibly fast by the blessings of a Wave Singer.
Of course, this Wave Singer was not Ian, but a professional hired by the Platinum Iridium Workshop.
Unless absolutely necessary, no one would ask an Appraiser to do such work.
Moreover, their singing was very pleasant to listen to, which was a far cry from a certain young mber of the White Folks who could barely sing in tune.
To be honest, Ian also wanted to learn to sing.
He had a good foundation, a nice voice, and not to ntion, even if it were just to learn so vocal techniques for future speeches to inspire and guide people’s thoughts on their path forward, it would be beneficial.
Unfortunately, no matter how talented he was, there were only twenty-four hours in a day.
Studying Alchemy and Inscriptions had already taken up most of his energy, not to ntion the Sublimation Skills training and refinent that took even more ti—he even had to use Foresight View to conduct experints in reverse order of ti.
He truly had no other ti left.
“It’s a pity, the Silver Chip is completely subordinate to , an auxiliary tool without the slightest computation power of its own.
If it had just a bit of its own computational ability, I could have handed off many tedious experints to it for automated processing,” he said.
This was the difference between the Silver Chip and the auxiliary intelligences of Earth back in the day.
Although the forr far surpassed the latter in various functionalities, it was not capable of replacing Ian’s own thought process and handling simpler tasks.
Perhaps in the future, this awkward situation would change with the growth of the Silver Chip.
But for now, Ian had to do everything himself.
“Ian…
how do you feel?
This must be your first ti out on the high seas, right?”
As Ian gazed out at the seascape, mulling over his future plans, an old and calm voice spoke, accompanied by the sound of their footsteps, “I apologize for the danger of traveling during a storm, but as you can see, this weather is when the Magical Beasts are most active…
Whether it’s the Glinting Crystal Clam or other Magical Beasts, it’s all the sa.”
The young man turned his head to find Master Gossay and Yisen Gard approaching him.
“Indeed, the pure essence of wind and water, along with the brilliance of thunder that revitalizes everything, might be sowhat unsuitable for us land-dwelling creatures, yet the sea’s Magical Beasts particularly enjoy it,” said Ian, agreeing with the other speaker, aware that there was likely more to co.
Yisen Gard had already inford the Alchemy Master of the young man’s combat results against the Natives, and since then, he had co to hold Ian in high esteem.
After all, killing a dozen or so firearm-wielding Native Hunters on his own was no small feat, sothing not even his own guards might be able to accomplish.
The news surprised Gossay, but it also raised his opinion of Ian— he felt that Ian must be one of those naturally wise Chosen Ones, and this assessnt was indeed fairly accurate.
So he decided to co over and offer a word or two of advice.
“As you said, mainland Humans dislike this kind of weather, which is why we chose this ti to set out.”
The hunched elder lifted his gaze to the distant sea, his eyes calm, “Among the people gathered by Patrick, there definitely lurk assassins.
After failing to assassinate him in secret, this is their only chance to eliminate Yisen Gard at a smaller cost.”
“However, if those people have another hidden move, even if we’re at sea, they will surely be able to catch up to us…
Perhaps from the beginning, their plan was to extinguish Yisen at sea.”
When Master Gossay spoke these words, his interest was visibly absent; he had seen enough of these noble struggles for power, but they happened ti and again.
“Continue the mission as usual, if nothing happens, all is well…
but if sothing does happen, Ian.”
Having said that, the old man handed over a grey ring to Ian: “This Silent Sound Ring is now yours…
You are a ‘Wave Singer.’ When the ti cos, I will block the enemies, and you take Yisen Gard back to shore, to seek help from Ailes, that is, your Viscount.”
“Patrick might choose to remain neutral, but it’s only Ailes whose desires are too obvious, and so, trustworthy.”
Ian felt sowhat taken aback, but he still accepted the ring, his confusion apparent: “If we truly encounter danger, why shouldn’t you, Master, conceal your movents and take Yisen away?
They might not be able to follow you, and you might not be able to stop them.”
“If there’s truly an attempt on his life, I’m just a ‘Wave Singer,’ whose inheritance is certainly not as complete and powerful as those of the great families.
How can I protect myself, let alone this young master, against enemies that even you, Master, would struggle with?”
“Most importantly…
albeit a bit lodramatic, why do you trust , Master?”
“Because I will be targeted.” Master’s reply was concise: “No matter how many tricks I have up my sleeve, those lying in ambush will definitely have more margin for error in their preparations…
and here, on the edge of The Empire, I can’t muster forces as readily as those who have been preparing for a long ti.”
“To put it simply, trusting you is because Ailes is going all out to protect you, and if you had intended harm towards Ian, he would most likely be dead already during that eting in the forest with you and his two bodyguards.”
“As for your combat ability.”
The master whispered, leaning in and lowering his voice, prompting Ian to also lean in: “You’re not just a simple ‘Wave Singer,’ right?”
“The Black King was sowhat rciful back in the day, it’s not surprising that the Cheharlowa Family was able to preserve so foundation…
Whether you are a Sea Demon or a Fae, or even a Sea Wanderer…
it’s all beyond their expectations.”
The old man spoke in a somber tone, but the implications made Ian raise his eyebrows: “Holding my ring, even those at the Second Energy Level Peak won’t be able to detect your presence.
When the enemies attack the exploration ship, take Yisen back to shore, and after Ailes stabilizes the situation, she definitely won’t skimp on giving you a promising future.”
“That thanks would be far more than I, an old man only in appearance, could offer, and it could even include a complete set of superior Inheritance and the ‘Origin Dew’ that allows you to change allegiances…
it’s not impossible either.”
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