Fanster Nelson

The passengers on the Dorset had experienced far too much joy and sorrow that day.

At first, their ship encountered pirates during their voyage. As the pirate ship with its Black Flag approached, panic involuntarily arose in everyone's hearts.

Despite the captain's efforts to organize a resistance, the Dorset ultimately could not escape its fate. The captain and Sailor who dared to resist were all killed in the battle, and they would subsequently face the full force of the pirates' malice.

But just then, the navy arrived.

The naval cannons, whose firepower far surpassed that of the pirate ships, fired a single salvo, and the once incredibly ferocious pirates were reduced to screaming for their mothers. When the soldiers, wielding powerful Steam rifles, stormed onto the deck, the pirates surrendered without hesitation.

"Thank you! Your Excellency Lieutenant Your Excellency! And thank you to your brave soldiers!"

The captain was dead, and the remaining second mate and surviving passengers gathered on deck, facing the navy, and offered their praise without reservation. Some were weeping softly because they had escaped death, while others were cursing the bound pirates and trying to attack them.

Unfortunately, they seemed to have celebrated a little too soon.

The lieutenant colonel, who was also the captain of the warship, merely glanced at the passengers with a cold and authoritative expression, ignoring them, and instead looked at someone behind him.

"Your Excellency Vanster"

He said in a deep voice, "What do you mean?" "This batch is of good quality."

The man standing behind the lieutenant colonel chuckled, his gaze shifting between the passengers and the pirates. Although he had disembarked from the warship, he wasn't wearing a military uniform, but rather a well-tailored white tuxedo. His smile was charming.

Vanster Nelson, head of MI9 Group Two, was one of the entourage members who accompanied Deputy Director Qonas to the Sonia Sea.

"Good."

The lieutenant colonel spoke in a deep voice, and with a wave of his hand revealing no emotion, the soldiers surrounded him with their rifles.

Gradually, the passengers began to realize that something was wrong.

Um?

Why are you surrounding me too?

These men watched helplessly as the soldiers raised their rifles to shoulder, aiming them at both the pirates and them. The gleaming blades at the tips of the rifles sent chills down their spines.

"Lieutenant Your Excellency, we are lawful citizens of Loen!" the second mate quickly called out upon seeing the situation. "We can provide any identification you require! You can search the cargo hold as well; there are no contraband items!"

The second mate began to feel scared. Had he encountered a ruthless navy that planned to kill him and disguise him as a pirate to increase his military merits?

"That's right, we are innocent!"

"My friend knows the Baron Fast of Awwa County..."

The passengers panicked, shouting to prove their innocence, and the deck became noisy.

"Quiet."

Vanster spoke with a smile. His voice carried an undeniable authority that instantly silenced everyone.

"Gentlemen, the Royal Family and His Majesty need you. The time has come to show your loyalty to Loen," he said to the people. "You will go to Backlund to serve the King."

Soldiers nearby were building a pontoon bridge to connect the merchant ship to the warship. It seemed they intended to let these people board the warship as well and transfer them away.

"But we want to go home."

Among the passengers, someone boldly spoke up.

"Is this your shared wish?"

Vanster Nelson asked with a smile, "Back to your home, back to Loen?"

With a hint of anticipation, everyone nodded in agreement.

The next moment, Vanster reached out, as if grabbing something from thin air.

"Brush!"

Something seemed to have been Distortion and confused. The passengers' eyes became hazy, and they obediently followed the soldiers' instructions to board the warship and be guarded in the lower cabins along with the pirates.

"Distortion" of the "Mentor of Disorder". Vanster Distortion everyone's thoughts, Distortion "going home" as "returning to Loen", and boarding the warship would just take them back to Loen.

"Sink the ship, leave a few pirates behind, and claim it was them who did it."

Vanster Road.

Because of the Blood Bishop, the Three Great Churches have increased their oversight of the Royal Family. Human trafficking within Loen was forced to stop, and people were instead captured at sea through various means to fill the shortage.

Of course, this was only one of the objectives.

A ship is approaching!

As Vanster pondered this to himself, he suddenly heard the soldiers shouting, "They've raised their Black Flag and are charging this way! They're pirates!"

Pirate?

Is it a move to raise the Black Flag at the Navy?

Vanster heard this, he almost laughed.

Putting aside the fact that he and the lieutenant colonel were both extraordinary individuals here, the warships' powerful guns and Steam power alone were something ordinary pirates couldn't handle. Were these pirates insane?

Looking up, I saw three Ships approaching in the distance, with a Black Flag fluttering in the wind atop the mast of the lead ship.

With such audacity, is he a notorious Great Pirate?

After arriving at sea, Vanster did his research. He carefully examined the paint scheme of the lead sail, and the blood-red sail did not belong to the Flagship of any of the Great Pirate he had heard of before.

There's not much to say about that; they're probably some bewitched pirates who've gone mad and are trying to attack.

"Lieutenant Colonel Leon."

He turned to the Ships beside him, "The rest is up to you."

Dealing with a group of pirates wouldn't warrant the intervention of someone as extraordinary as him.

"I see."

The lieutenant colonel answered in a deep voice, and only then did he finally reveal a hint of disgust before striding back to his ship. As a navy that was originally independent and autonomous, now having to take orders from the other side, he naturally felt resentful.

Vanster pretended not to see and followed behind onto the warship.

Under the command of the lieutenant colonel, the Ships quickly began to change course, and amidst the metallic clang of the cannons being adjusted, it aimed its cannons at the oncoming pirate ship.

"Waaah"

The engine room then spewed out a large amount of white steam, and the resulting force propelled the warship toward the three pirate Fleet. The latter were quite bold; instead of fleeing, they simply sailed head-on toward it!

"Snort."

Captain's Cabin, Lieutenant Commander Leon watched the pirate ship gradually become clearer as it approached, estimated the distance between them, and ordered, "Fire!"

"Boom!"

The solid shell accelerated inside the barrel, eventually blasting out with tremendous energy, crossing the sea and creating a waterspout in front of the "Doe".

The fight is really about to begin!

Splashed all over by the falling seawater, Philia, clutching the cannonball, stared dumbfounded at the warship that was pressing down on her.