Chapter 614: Crows settle in Sheldon Castle and hide their identity as members of the Assassin Order
Afterwards, the matter about the crows was put on the agenda, and the court magician was responsible for going to the Assassin's Guild to negotiate on the matter.
The court magician was well aware of the importance of this negotiation. He tidied his appearance, put on the gorgeous magic robe that represented his court status, and holding the magic wand that symbolized his status, he walked towards the Assassin's Guild with a serious and confident expression.
Master Modor was in charge of the commissions. He carefully calculated the expenses and converted the commissions into orders for alchemical items, which allowed him to make an extra profit.
Crow now stayed in the palace villa, waiting for Master Moduo to finish his work.
He is alone and has not much to rely on in this world. Only under the protection of the Kashin family can he live a carefree life.
He was always thinking about his little brother Kashin, whose life or death was uncertain, so he wanted to wait for him to come back at Sheldon Castle.
The next afternoon, after Master Mordor successfully placed the order, he brought the crow to Sheldon Castle.
Master Mordo handed the crow over to Rupert for resettlement. After learning about Mr. Crow's situation, Rupert began to handle the matters related to changing his name and settling down in a new identity for him.
This is a brand new beginning for Crow. He will become a resident of Sheard Castle and have the surname Sheard.
Master Mordor then called a meeting of the low-level magicians and explained the current situation in a solemn manner.
He told the magicians that the wartime situation on the Magic Island was still unclear, and they did not need to rush back:
"You should all be training your abilities in Sheldon Castle. The current situation in the castle is that there is not much work for you to do, but the salary and benefits here are no less than those in Witt Tower.
You can just work here with peace of mind, which will be beneficial to your own growth as well as the progress of the castle's construction and preparations for war."
At this time, a low-level magician stood up and asked: "Lord Moduo, we have heard a little about the Magic Island. Is it really that serious?" There was a hint of worry in his eyes. After all, the Magic Island was their foundation.
Master Moduo frowned and smiled helplessly:
"I don't know the exact situation, so I have to rush back to join the battle. Other colleagues have to go to neighboring countries to participate in the operation to encircle and suppress the Vatican's giant warships.
If you go back now, you won't be able to fight on the battlefield, and if we fail on the battlefield, you may not be able to go back.
So, you can practice in Sheldon Castle with peace of mind. This place is very well built and can accommodate you for practice and training. You don't have to worry about the situation in Witte Tower."
Hearing what Master Mordor said, another magician said in surprise:
"Ah! I didn't expect the chaos on the Magic Island to be so serious. Can we never go back?"
There was shock in his voice. He originally thought it was just some minor dispute, but he didn't expect it to have reached such a serious level.
Mage Mordor smiled bitterly and explained, "This is the inevitable result of the church's turmoil spreading to the Magic Island. This is obviously a carefully planned part. The church is trying to hold back the forces of the Magic Island to prevent us from interfering with their good deeds.
And at one point, they almost succeeded. During the Potion Master Competition, the leaders of the various magic towers were almost wiped out, and almost all the members of the Evergarden headquarters were slaughtered.
If our leader had not managed to escape, the current situation would be disastrous, and the Magic Island might have already lost its ability to resist."
Master Moduo made this arrangement based on long-term considerations.
He let these low-level magicians train in Sheldon Castle in order to preserve the flame of Witte Tower. As long as these magicians continue to grow here.
Even if Witte Tower failed, several years later, with the financial resources of Sheldon Castle and the magic inherited from Witte Tower, as long as their magical spirit was not lost, they would still be able to return to the Magic Island and rebuild the glory of Witte Tower.
It's like keeping a spark of hope in the darkness, waiting for the right time to reignite...
Master Mordor is not a god, and cannot predict the outcome, so he has to prepare for both situations, leaving some sparks for Vita, so that they can study Vita's magic theory thoroughly and pass on the magic well...
Afterwards, Mordor went to Phoenix County alone and used the Conson family's cemetery teleportation array to return to Magic Island to join the battle.
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maritime…
Three days passed in a flash. During these three days, the Vatican's huge ships sailed day and night on the vast ocean.
Because the wind direction was wrong, the huge ship, which could have used the wind to fill its sails and move forward quickly, could only rely on paddling to move forward.
The sailors on the ship were exhausted. Their arms mechanically repeated the rowing movements. Sweat soaked their clothes, slid down their cheeks and dripped onto the deck.
Every stroke of the oars was accompanied by heavy breathing, and the sound echoed on the silent sea like a helpless sigh.
At this time, the outline of land could be seen in the distance, which gave the people on the ship a glimmer of hope. However, the situation was very serious for the church armed forces, as they had very little fresh water left.
Under this kind of resource distribution situation, the higher the level of cultivation, the less fresh water will be allocated to one.
This is a helpless strategy, designed to allow more ordinary crew members to survive a little longer, barely holding on until they have a chance to replenish fresh water.
Therefore, the commanders on the ship made prompt decisions, adjusted the course and prepared to find a port.
On the deck, the crew was busy preparing the small boat that would be used to go ashore to purchase supplies. They moved quickly and nervously, checking each part of the boat to ensure that it could reach the shore as soon as possible.
Because they knew that if they couldn't get supplies quickly, especially fresh water, they really couldn't hold on. Everyone's eyes were filled with anxiety and desire, which was the instinctive need for survival.
The ship sailed for another half a day before finally seeing the port. However, the scene before them shocked them greatly.
There were actually a large number of troops on full alert here. The soldiers were lined up in neat rows, holding weapons, with firm and vigilant eyes.
Behind the army, there were a large number of magicians standing there, emitting mysterious magical fluctuations.
These magicians had serious expressions, holding their wands tightly in their hands, ready to cast magic at any time.
They were not afraid of the huge ships that were as big as mountains, and they sent out flag signals to clearly refuse them from landing.
The flags fluttered in the wind, conveying an unquestionable message. At this time, the news sent back by the watchtower plunged the priests into the abyss of despair. When they thought about it carefully, they suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the magicians had reached a truce agreement so readily and let them go.
Now it seems that they really fell into a trap. Those cunning magicians poisoned their fresh water, which caused them to fall into a desperate situation of fresh water shortage at sea.
Moreover, they were not allowed to dock for supplies, and the magicians could use the magical power of the teleportation array to travel thousands of miles in an instant, giving them enough time to plan a plan to encircle and suppress them.
The cardinal looked at the arrangement of the port and sighed helplessly:
"A strong attack won't work. Let's retreat! Find an uninhabited island nearby. As long as there is water, we can continue sailing. We are truly ruined now. The Holy Church will be besieged by the whole world..."
His voice was filled with frustration and despair. The once glorious Holy Church was now in such a desperate situation.
"Sir, we have no choice... If we don't do this, we can't turn the situation around. We just haven't waited until the saints of the church save the people and end the plague. It's all because of the damn magician that we ruined our plans..."
A pastor said indignantly. In their plan, this strategy has been tried and tested, and has successfully achieved its goals in many places.
Unfortunately, they failed in Pumasai, and this failure will definitely bring them disgrace. Now the Holy Church may no longer be welcomed, and the future missionary work will definitely be difficult.
They knew very well that once they lost the trust and support of the people, it would be extremely difficult to restore the influence of the Holy Church.
In this world full of competition between magic and faith, this failure may become a turning point for the decline of the Holy Church.