Intoxicated Fleet

Dark clouds blanketed the sky.

The sea wind grew stronger and stronger.

The Intoxicated Church's bishop personally stood at the bow, using divine arts to scout the surrounding waters.

After a while, he let out a breath of stale air and thought, A storm is about to arrive.

"After scouting, there are no signs of human interference. This is normal natural weather."

He then ordered his subordinates, "Move quickly. Take down the sails, use the propellers, increase our speed, and leave the storm's range immediately."

The fleet under his command consisted of twenty-six ships in total: ten ordinary ships, eight Bronze-level Magic Energy Ships, four Iron-level Magic Energy Ships, three Silver-level ships, and one Gold-level ship.

This fleet was already quite sizable.

Once the order was given, the fleet's speed steadily began to rise.

The sea wind howled, blocking the fleet's path.

The ordinary ships also had alchemy components that could temporarily increase their speed. However, they ultimately lacked the foundation of Magic Energy Ships and soon fell behind.

"Your Excellency Bishop, our fleet is about to split apart," a subordinate reported.

The Intoxicated Bishop pondered for a moment. "Then split up. Leave behind one Silver-level Magic Energy Ship, two Iron-level ships, and four Bronze-level ships to protect the ordinary vessels. Everyone else follows my flagship!"

The subordinate showed a trace of confusion but still accepted the order. "Yes, sir!"

The Intoxicated Bishop frowned, showing no sign of relaxation.

The subordinate's rank was too low to know what their flagship carried.

"There are six hundred bottles of Sorrow-Relieving Red Wine. That is an astronomical fortune. For at least the next five years, we will be unable to produce this wine."

The Intoxicated Church had gone all out, even draining its future potential, to make this tremendous investment.

These six hundred