Chapter 147

However, it cannot be denied that the Lord of the Messenger Tower were probably experiencing the same reaction that the Holy Church of Avignon Papacy '.

"I propose that we pretend this never happened, that nothing ever occurred."

A Lord suddenly offered his opinion while El-Melloi and Barthomeloi were arguing.

"Why? That might not be a good idea."

"According to the latest intelligence, that group left London on a ship provided by the Church."

Upon learning this information, the Lord exchanged glances, staring at each other in bewilderment.

Since this was the Church's doing, well, given the current situation, they really don't dare to push the Church too hard, because they still need to rely on the Church's headquarters in Rome to resist the invasion of Cursecraft organizations within the Ottoman Empire. Although the New Pope is a person of high Faith, in their view, there's no guarantee that he won't become like his predecessors at any time.

"Okay, I agree. Everyone should do it this way."

After a brief silence, the Lord of the El-Melloi forced out a sound and spoke slowly.

"Pretend this never happened. Only the Lord and a select few would know about Barthomeloi's death anyway. No more than ten Department of Law and Politics officials witnessed it, and they're all imprisoned now. As long as we all keep quiet and insist it never happened, there won't be any problem. Unlike that captive Pope who was seen by the entire France... Let's vote."

Subsequently, the Lord voted to approve the move. Thus, perhaps because the El-Melloi lineage, the Three Great Nobles lineages, and the entire Department of Inheritance unanimously decided to 'treat the matter as if it never happened,' the Clock Tower became unusually united, at least in the face of this sudden event.

Thus, the content of this meeting, which brought the Grand of the Clock Tower to the forefront, is as follows:

Paracelsus made a great contribution and deserves recognition, but because he violated the inviolable principles of the Clock Tower, his merits and demerits cancel each other out. Therefore, he is expelled from London and shall never return to the Clock Tower, nor shall he ever be associated with it again.

The fact that 'Barthomeloi was murdered in the Spirit Tomb' is treated as if it never happened, but even if it is treated as if it never happened, it is still a fact.

Therefore, the Three Great Nobles are continuing their investigation to see if they can recruit him; that's probably their plan.

As for the El-Melloi lineage, their Lord had no such idea whatsoever.

"So the Church is involved...?"

After the Grand Council concluded, the Lord of the El-Melloi sighed softly and turned his gaze away from the window.

The thought of Barthomeloi dying just like that, the strongest family among the Three Great Nobles losing two Lords in less than a few years, and the next one taking at least a decade to emerge, made her lips curl into a slight smile.

What's more, she made the right bet. Although Paracelsus wasn't actually rescued by Bavan Shi, in the end, it was enough that she was rescued.

After all, if it weren't for her instructions, why would some of the Magecraft in charge of imprisoning Paracelsus agree to Bavan Shi's request to assist?

Although some of it was indeed voluntary.

"Well, whatever happens, happens."

She leaned back in her chair, yawned, and took a break before the next batch of documents arrived.

"As long as he remembers he's El-Melloi's man, that's enough."

In short, Barthomeloi's death remained buried within the Clock Tower, causing no ripples whatsoever.

Three months later, at the port of Seville, Spain.

Seville, as Spain's inland port and shipbuilding base during its heyday, boasted a powerful shipbuilding industry that provided strong support for Spain's overseas expansion.

After all, Spain was at the height of the Age of Exploration, engaging in fierce competition with countries like Portugal at sea. Navigators like Magellan set sail from ports like Seville on their journeys of exploration and conquest.

The warm morning breeze blew across the Banner fluttering in the harbor. Under the clear sky, ships thronged and people thronged. The sounds of waves crashing against the embankment, Sailors loading cargo into the holds, and merchants and passersby moving back and forth on the shore mingled together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

"Then, let's leave it here."

At the harbor, the sea breeze seemed to blow eternally.

When gentle, it's like a lover's whisper, brushing against your cheek and bringing a refreshing ocean breeze; when fierce, it's like a raging beast, whipping up towering waves that crash against the shore rocks with a deafening roar.

Meanwhile, Favia, who was about to board the ship that she and he had built together with Bavan Shi, smiled as she watched Paracelsus and the others who had come to see her off.

After he led the group from London on a ship provided by the Church to France, and after consulting with the current Pope Julius in Rome and settling Paracelsus and Makiri, he had already planned to follow the guidance emanating from the broken key on his chest to the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

As for Favia's shipyard in London, it was entrusted to the Scotland Hunters, who, due to the 'Nameless King' attire, remained out of the Clock Tower's sight.

"Things have been resolved smoothly, and I don't really want you two to go to sea anymore."

Da Vinci, despite his advanced age, came to see him off with a slight sigh. He had indeed hoped that Favia would leave far away because of Paracelsus, but now that everything had been Perfection resolved, he naturally no longer had that thought.

After all, Da Vinci remembered Favia saying that he wasn't going to Cuba, which had already been found by Columbus, but to look for somewhere else.

Therefore, in Da Vinci's view, this was indeed very dangerous. After all, on the vast ocean, one careless mistake could lead to shipwreck and loss of life...

Favia noticed Da Vinci's worry. Although he had explained it to him thoroughly over the past few days, it seemed to have little effect. However, that didn't stop him from repeating it again:

"Don't worry, Da Vinci. This ship was developed by you and me together. It's a large ship that can sail with few people as long as there's a special supply of Od. Nothing will happen."

In the Sixteenth Century, crossing the Atlantic Ocean required large ships, and even large ships required a considerable number of people to operate and maintain them, at least several dozen.

The ship, designed by Favia and Da Vinci, was different. It didn't require as many people to operate and maintain it; a certain amount of Od was all that was needed to handle these tasks automatically. It could be said to be a work born hundreds of years ahead of its time.

"Me too! Don't exclude me!" The Fairy girl suddenly raised her hand. "I made it myself too!"

The others couldn't help but laugh, and Favia chimed in, "Yes, yes, thanks to you."

Soon, amidst the bustling Harbor, the silver-haired youth raised his head, gazed at the azure sky, then lowered his head, smiled, and continued:

"It's time, Xiaoxi and I have to go."

"Well, good luck, Favia."

Paracelsus responded with a smile.

"With the Pope's support in Rome, you should be able to continue your research, right?"

"Pope Julius is a good man. With his support, my research will likely proceed more smoothly than when I was at the Association. However, after thinking about it, I'll pass. From now on, I'll stick to purely medical research, detached from the mystical. After all, we have the Uomo Universale Da Vinci."

"Hey, hey, hey, you want to drag me into this? I haven't even had time to finish painting the Mona Lisa, how could I possibly have time to help you..."

"After all, Da Vinci said he was Uomo Universale."

"All-powerful is not omnipotent..."

Da Vinci grumbled.

"By the way, Makiri, what about you? What are your plans for the future?"

Favia suddenly asked.

"Um... me? I don't really need to do any research..." The green-haired youth thought for a moment, then said hesitantly, "I'll probably look around in different places. After all, my talent and abilities aren't that great; I can only rely on luck..."

He now had some Answer to the question Favia had raised that day—

People feel unhappy and suffer because they shouldn't hate or be hostile to each other, and they should be able to freely develop their innate talents. Many people feel that they are living a miserable and tormented life because no one should be living such a miserable life, no matter who they are.

Although it didn't feel quite complete, Makiri mind.

"I feel you can do it." Favia smiled. "Don't say you lack ability. Everyone has different abilities, but when you make a decision and put it into practice, whether you succeed or not, that's already amazing. Keep going, I believe in you."

"... Really?" Makiri paused for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you."

"Be confident, and have the same confidence in others as you have in yourself... Well then, see you next time, everyone."

The moment Favia and Bavan Shi boarded the ship, they felt the salty sea breeze and a faint, almost imperceptible fishy smell.

The unique scent of the ocean instantly evokes the vastness and depth of the sea, sometimes gently brushing against your hair, sometimes rushing past, carrying away your worries and bringing endless reverie.

Favia unconsciously turned back to gaze at them one last time as they waved goodbye at the port, and the smile on her face became one of relief and joy.

The sun shines brightly, the sky is clear, and the azure of the sea probably originates from the reflection of such a bright sky.

229: Those who offend the Aztec, no matter how strong, will be punished. (4k)

The surface of the Atlantic Ocean shimmered, and the different depths of the water displayed a blue hue different from that of the Mediterranean Sea, presumably due to the difference in air quality.

The dazzling sunlight streamed down uninterruptedly through the fresh, clear air.

But this deep blue seems capable of swallowing everything.

The ship, designed and built by Da Vinci and Favia, swayed gently with the ebb and flow of the waves.

Those long days weren't too unbearable, after all, there were all sorts of Od powered facilities that didn't belong to this era, so even the necessary use of various tools and methods to easily determine the approximate direction and latitude, as well as to measure and accurately determine longitude, became much simpler.

That being said, there are still some things that must be done. Pay attention to hygiene and cleanliness. Since there is no good preservation and storage technology, even if you bring enough food and water, you still have to fish and collect fresh water during the voyage.

As for natural Calamity or pirates, they probably wouldn't be able to cause it any harm. Judging from its size, one could guess that it would remain unmoved even by strong winds and waves. In fact, it wouldn't make the people on board feel the slightest sway. Just by looking up, one would feel as if they were about to lose their sense of distance.

As for ordinary pirates, the powerful Magecraft they possess can cause them to experience phenomena such as day turning into night, summer into winter, and the sunlight, which sweeps down like a torrent, transforming into soft moonlight. Therefore, they are highly likely to doubt whether they are hallucinating.

A year after boarding the ship, on its terrace, the enormous vessel swayed as if gazing with a hint of bewilderment at the countless unknown landscapes, admiring what it saw.

Another day begins, Favia, with nothing to do, sits on a chair on the terrace.

The bow of the boat cut through the sea, leaving trails of white foam, while unidentified birds circled in the air, emitting clear calls.

Favia narrowed his eyes as he looked at the scene, then noticed footsteps approaching him.

Soon, that familiar voice rang in the silver-haired youth's ears.

And so, behind Favia, who was dozing on a chair on the terrace, Bavan Shi's voice rang out.

"Favia, when will we finally reach land?"

"Soon."

"It'll be here soon, it'll be here soon, that's what you always say."

"In short, it will be soon."

"Wow, this is so perfunctory!"

Although the year was generally uneventful, and it felt much the same as when she was in London, the Fairy girl still felt something was off. She had been incredibly excited when Favia told her it was just the two of them, practically begging to get on the ship...

However, to be honest, this year felt really ordinary to Bavan Shi. She had been hoping for something incredibly romantic to happen, like in the stories... She always felt that the distance between them hadn't changed in a long time, neither getting closer nor farther.

Oh, there is. Favia is constantly monitoring her studies, and the Fairy girl feels that she would rather continue working at the shipyard making parts or learning Magecraft than go through this.

However, she only grumbled about this in private. When she actually attended class, she was still very happy. Anyway, there weren't many checks, so it could be treated as an activity, that's what Bawan Xi thought.

"That's because you ask every day."

"That seems to be the case."

Bavan Shi snorted, then walked over to Favia and sat down on his lap.

"Bavanshi."

While most people would be Abhimanyu to see this scene, unfortunately, Favia made a rather straightforward choice.

"There's a chair nearby, and you're too overweight. I suggest you lose weight sometime."

Although he understood why the Fairy girl was doing this, he still liked to tease her like that.

"Knew."

Bavan Shi said unhappily, looking like he had no idea what to do with Favia, but still took no action.

She then glanced up to the side and suddenly raised one eyebrow.

"How should I put it... Favia, you're a man too."

"So?"

"What I mean is, no wonder you always inexplicably try to save face when things like this happen, hmph."

Favia was surprised. Looking at Bavanshi, who had turned to look at him, the Fairy girl's eyes Gilgamesh with pride for some reason, as if she had thought of something. Her pupils reflected the sunlight from the sky, shining brightly.

"I see..."

The silver-haired youth couldn't help but sigh, somewhat surprised that Bawanshi would actually show such an expression.

Unexpectedly, Bavan Shi was deep in thought.

Or perhaps, he simply lacked consideration.

However, the silver-haired youth, who already knew her inside and out, did not show the scene that Bavan Shi had imagined. Instead, he continued to smile, and the tone of his voice was completely flat.

"I see. But those two seem to be childhood sweethearts, which is why they acted that way."

"... Huh?"

"'She belongs to me'—do you like this kind of development, Bavan Shi? I see that many of the storybooks you brought on the ship are of this type."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, Favia, how did you know?!"