In reality.
Both wizards and scientists are specialized in their respective fields, and the gap and barriers between schools of thought are even greater than those between disciplines because it involves not only knowledge but also power!
A formal wizard with specialized research in biological knowledge is not easy to find, and even if found, soone like Boris cannot casually co into contact with them.
Even if he could make contact, he couldn’t truly trust these mysterious individuals who do as they please.
However, Aiven’s presence perfectly solved all of his concerns.
They set off near dusk and by early morning reached their destination—the southernmost colony of Phaletis, the Far Sails Territory of the Aimoer Peninsula.
Having served in the New Continent for so many years, although Boris’s rank was never high, he had saved up so fortune.
In the capital of the Far Sails Territory, also a fine port city by the sea, "Far Sail Port," he owned a stone garden house built entirely to Phaletis standards.
Although not very large in size, it was well-equipped, convenient for living, and most importantly, safe!
At least in the frontline colony points of the New Continent, incidents of massacres by Atrean people appearing from nowhere happen every year.
And with the Great Knight Tier Marquis Yuanfan, Duke Amor, in charge, this city is one of the safest places in all of the Phaletis colonies.
"Hahaha, co chase !"
"Let you taste the power of my firearms! Bang, bang, bang!"
"What’s a firearm? My swordsmanship is more powerful, prepare to die!"
A group of eight or nine-year-old children, holding wooden firearms and longswords, frolicked past the sowhat quiet doorway.
In the morning sunshine.
Sitting under an orange tree in the yard, a young boy with a blanket over his legs was reading a book, though he appeared sowhat distracted.
Especially when he heard the commotion outside the door, he couldn’t help but look up and listen, the page open in front of him lying still for a long ti.
He was about twelve or thirteen years old, with the sa pale blond hair and fair skin as Boris. His face showed no signs of illness, indistinguishable from the lively children outside.
Beside the young boy, a slightly plump mixed-blood Mastizo woman was staying close to him, trying to persuade him to return to the room every now and then.
Indeed.
Though Far Sail Port belongs to the subtropical region that never freezes year-round, the morning temperature in winter is only around 16 degrees, which is not friendly to a "patient."
"It’s okay, Aunt Vera, I’m not that frail."
"Master Calvin...."
Just then.
Creak—
The sudden sound of the door opening startled the boy who was still arguing with the servant.
Looking up, he saw that it was Boris, who should have been on a mission, coming in, and he imdiately put down his book and called out in surprise:
"Dad! Why are you back?"
Knowing his son’s mobility difficulties, Boris quickly stepped forward and held his shoulders, expressing concern:
"Calvin, why won’t you listen to Vera? What if you get sick reading outside in winter?"
"It’s fine, I don’t want to stay in the room all the ti; the air outside is fresher.
Look, this is the bookmark I found in the yard! How does it look, nice, right?"
He opened the book on his lap, showing off the few dried leaves between the pages to Boris like a treasure.
Since falling ill, picking a few leaves in the yard has beco one of the few exercises he can still do.
And who could tell that he used to be an Apprentice Knight who practiced Extraordinary Swordsmanship for four years, with strength surpassing many adults?
Looking at his son’s seemingly joyful profile under the sunlight, Boris felt a wave of sadness, slightly turning his head to hide the inexplicable moisture in his eyes, nodding continuously with praise:
"Beautiful, beautiful!"
At this mont, Calvin also noticed Aiven, who was following Boris inside. Although dressed in civilian clothes, Aiven carried himself with a distinguished and upright air. Curiously, Calvin asked Boris:
"Dad, who is this?"
"Oh, I forgot to introduce you, this is Captain Aiven Galliot, Colonel of the ’Storm Horn’ Battleship that Dad is serving on!"
"Aiven Galliot... Are you the Kingdom’s ’Navy New Star,’ Captain Aiven! The nesis of scurvy! Is it really you?"
In an instant.
The young boy’s face lit up with the expression of a fan eting their idol, waving his arms excitedly.
Since his leg issues began two years ago, reading and browsing newspapers have beco so of Calvin’s few entertainnt activities.
Although news from the mainland takes ti to reach the New Continent and is considered yesterday’s news, it hasn’t stopped Calvin from seeing the brightest rising star among the new generation of Phaletis Kingdom Navy over the past two years.
Aiven did not expect to have a "fan" so far away in the New Continent.
Step, step, step...
Walking to the young boy, he extended his right hand for a firm handshake, smiling in greeting:
"Hello, Calvin!
Mr. Boris is an excellent artillery expert, and with our cooperation, we can sail the seas with the battleship.
After all, no matter how great a captain is, he can’t go to sea alone, right?"
Holding Aiven’s hand, the boy could hardly contain his excitent.
For the boys of this era, the brave and romantic life of sailors is the dream of many.
And officially well-known Navy officers and great adventurers who have completed so unknown exploration have beco the celebrity figures they all admire and talk about!
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