Thump... Thump... Thump...
As he walked along the wooden pier and just reached the side of the mighty battleship, he heard soone shouting overhead:
"Hey, Little Fatty, are you Roddy Arman?"
The round-faced young man looked up to see a young man on the deck leaning over, waving vigorously at him.
"Li... Little Fatty?"
Behind the "Mask of Deceit," Olivia’s eyes instantly turned dangerous. Calling a beautiful lady "Fatty" truly shows one does not know... how to write the word "death"!
But then she quickly realized that the person was calling "herself" now.
This body’s face was indeed a bit round. Although, as an Apprentice Knight, Roddy’s figure couldn’t be called fat, adding a "Little" in front was quite fitting.
The person on the ship, seeing no reaction from him, just thought the newcor was a bit slow. Noticing the navy uniform he wore, he didn’t overthink and continued to shout:
"I’m Vid, the Sailor of the ’Storm Horn’, and Captain arranged for to wait here for you, hurry aboard!"
Olivia knew she still needed this warship to make her escape. Though internally vexed by the nickna, she could only pretend not to hear, and responded:
"Captain, hello! I am Roddy, sorry, I’m on my way."
At that mont, her voice was indistinguishable from the real Roddy’s.
With that, she climbed up the ladder that had long been lowered from the ship.
Snap—
"Captain!"
Seeing the young officer waiting for her on the deck, Olivia, like a true pre-officer, stood at attention and saluted, then retrieved "her own" identity docunts from the luggage box and handed them to Vid.
She was well aware that, no matter what to do next after escaping by ship, her current task was to work hard to play this role well.
Vid took the docunts and glanced at them perfunctorily before putting them away; he never thought about impersonation.
"Sub-Lieutenant, our main purpose in coming to Concord, besides picking you up aboard.
As the Deputy Commander of the New Continent Guard, Brigadier General is also going to inspect outposts and visit Governor Holt of Kabushir.
He hasn’t returned yet, so we can’t take you to et him."
"Eh? The Captain isn’t here? Aren’t we leaving the port imdiately?"
It was then Olivia realized she might have sowhat trusted Roddy’s big talk and overestimated the value of this identity.
Although her changed appearance had no flaws, she certainly couldn’t escape the special racial talent of ghouls.
In case those monsters ca knocking, without the Captain, even a Kingdom battleship might not withstand them.
Or rather, they may not be willing to fight head-on with those ghouls representing Ilya officialdom for her.
Seeing the Sub-Lieutenant’s hesitation, Vid thought he had encountered another admirer of the Captain, and explained:
"But don’t worry.
Order Officer Bass has just relayed the Captain’s orders. There’s an ergency military situation in Kajinia, and we are to prepare for imdiate return.
You’re in luck if you ca any later, the ’Storm Horn’ might have already set sail.
So, it shouldn’t be long before you see the Captain."
Hearing this, Olivia surveyed the busy sailors on the battleship deck, indeed preparing for departure.
She breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they set sail before those creatures caught up.
Staying here a mont longer would increase the danger, and evidence shows that getting close enough, any tracking ability’s accuracy greatly enhances.
Although Vid didn’t know what the new Sub-Lieutenant was thinking, he rembered his duty, waved him to follow:
"Co, I’ll lead you to your quarters at the aft castle. Although you’re just a pre-officer, you still get a private room."
"Alright, thank you, Captain!"
Olivia picked up her suitcase and was about to follow.
Crash... Crash...
When she saw a ten-man ghoul squad and two humans in Ilya Kingdom military attire, accompanied by a colonial official, rushing into the port.
Causing the travelers, rchants, dock workers restricted at the port... to panic!
But these guys evidently had no awareness of being in soone else’s ho, inspecting almost everyone and every sailboat.
Although they only stood aside and didn’t directly search, those bluish-white faces getting close by were terrifying.
"Ah!"
Several timid ladies in the crowd couldn’t help but shriek.
Furthermore, the individual search speed was fast, obviously, among these monsters, there wasn’t just one capable of special tracking abilities.
Watching the group that looked like humans but were essentially man-eating monsters, slowly approach the "Storm Horn."
Sniff... Sniff...
Two of the ghouls tilted their heads, gently twitching their noses to activate the rare talent—[Extraordinary Ability: Tracking]
Effect: Wherever one walks, traces are left, tracking footprints from a spiritual level, a unique "scent" unforgiving to any deodorant;
Even in heavy rain or after a long ti, as long as the traces in the Spiritual World aren’t erased, they can be tracked.
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