Fifty thousand pounds in bounty, a vacation neither too short nor too long, and a ship of my own!
The captain's words were like cannonballs. Now, Sifa had been blasted senseless by those "cannonballs." He had never expected the upper ranks of Black Sails to give him such generous rewards. Counting the potion and promotion rewards as well, the gains from this trip were beyond anything he had imagined before setting sail.
But thinking about it, he had prevented a war. What he had done did deserve such a reward.
Ken Angus clenched his cigar between his teeth and said, "We're returning to Bayam now. You can disembark there and buy your own ticket back to Loen. There's nothing else to do after that, so enjoy your vacation."
"Yes, Captain."
After leaving the captain's quarters, Sifa returned to his room and sat on the edge of his bed, looking at the school badge and military identification in his hands. After a moment, he smiled faintly. "I'm already a navy major."
That evening, after drinking with Roger and the others in the dining hall, Sifa had just entered his room when he heard a series of illusory knocks.
His spirits lifted. Oswald's messenger had arrived.
"Come in."
As Sifa spoke, he recalled his request at the Tarot Club and wondered when he would be able to obtain the ritual and safe incantation for summoning a messenger.
He also remembered that he still had to sacrifice Blessing of the Blood Lord and 400 pounds in cash to Mr. Fool in exchange for 8,600 pounds and two chapters of Spirit World Notes.
Oswald's messenger, the headless butler, emerged from the door. He politely bowed to Sifa, carefully placed a letter on the table, and then stood to one side to wait.
Sifa opened