On a nameless island southwest of Bodo Port, thousands of miles away.
Navy Admiral Emilius Livett's clothes had long since dried under the blazing daytime sun, now hanging wrinkled on him. He could have used Beyonder powers to make some changes beneficial to his image, but there was not a single soul on the island, so there was no need.
His hawk-like eyes continually swept across the nearby coastline, searching for the legendary ghost ship, but found nothing.
After spending a day and a night on the island, he had covered every inch of its shores. Unless that Trensoest Empire warship could sail on land, he should have found something by now.
The only possibility was that someone else had already taken it away...
Kicking aside a rock blocking his path and listening to its faint splash in the sea below the cliff, Emilius did not feel much disappointment.
That was the benefit of not hoping for too much—you would not be too disappointed either.
He had always managed his emotions well.
Glancing at the nearly full moon that shrouded the Earth in brilliant radiance, Emilius sighed softly and turned toward the beach not far away.
Since the secret operation to find the ghost ship had failed, he had to begin his return journey tonight. Otherwise, he would not make it back to Olavie Island by the agreed time. After playing Navy Admiral for so long, who knew whether that Mad Adventurer would create some mess even he could not clean up.
Hmph. As long as his younger brother Auston remained governor, his mistress Cynthia had not put any strange hat on him, and Lü'er An, the royal family's watchdog, did not spot anything suspicious, he could handle all the other minor matters.
At the peak of the mountain behind