The Silver Armor Priest swiftly crossed the corridor on the second deck. The ship swayed faintly beneath his feet, but his steps were as steady as a mountain.
He first went to the Captain's Room and obtained a Nautical Log, then headed back toward the stairs leading to the upper deck.
When he returned to the deck level, everything was still as calm as when he had left. Several Silver Robes Priests were keeping the bound sailors under control.
The priests all turned their eyes toward the Silver Armor Priest at the same time, waiting for their leader's orders.
It seemed no battle had taken place. Or perhaps there had been enemies, but they had been so weak that the Silver Armor Priest had dealt with them without needing to do much.
In one corner of the deck, Viscount Francis was being closely watched by several Silver Robe Priests. His expression remained calm, or rather, indifferent.
The slight furrow of his brow showed that, whether he compromised or not, his attitude toward this group of cultists would never change.
The Silver Armor Priest glanced at Viscount Francis, then walked over to him. Their gazes met for an instant, and the air seemed to freeze. The sailors, watching the scene nervously, could not help swallowing. Their lives and fates might well be decided in the next second.
The coldness in Viscount Francis's eyes grew heavier. He knew that the Silver Armor Priest had merely searched the Captain's Room and obtained their Nautical Log.
Although he did not know what the man intended to do with it, Viscount Francis knew only that the other's greedy demands would not change in the slightest.
Just then.
The Silver Armor Priest suddenly took out another document. After comparing it with the Nautical Log, he said