Looking at Mr. X, Sifa gradually formed a plan. Just as he was working out the details, there came a knock at the door, followed by First Mate Nelson's voice from outside. "Captain, a suspicious vessel is approaching us."
A suspicious vessel?
Sifa looked up.
On deck, the parrot Gergo stood on Sifa's shoulder, chattering away. "The current wind speed is, the current speed is... I'd wager that ship will arrive in 2 minutes and 42 seconds."
A small boat was heading toward the Explorer across the water. Sifa made a gesture, telling Nelson and the others to remain on guard.
A moment later, a familiar figure entered Sifa's sight. It was Dean Wengris, the Iron and Blood Cross Order's demigod.
The demigod still wore a long red coat and a matching top hat, with a pair of tinted-glass spectacles perched on his nose.
"Good evening, Captain Rayleigh." Dean tipped his hat.
A smile played at Sifa's lips. "Good evening, Your Excellency Dean. What brings you here?"
In his impression, this demigod had always come and gone openly. After all, the Iron and Blood Cross Order advocated the mysterious appearing in the world, and they acted with great fanfare. They rarely made such a low-key entrance.
Dean smiled and lightly leaped onto the deck. "May I speak with you alone?"
"This way."
Sifa led him into the captain's cabin. Once the door closed, Dean Wengris removed his hat and adjusted his tinted spectacles.
"The intelligence you gave us last time was outrageously wrong. Based on the intelligence you provided at Damir Port, we trusted it greatly and did not verify it separately."
"But..."
"You caused a friend of mine to run straight into a Feysac Empire military demigod."
As he spoke, Dean raised his head slightly, naturally exuding an extraordinary