Chapter 76: Long Live Peace

"What?!" The boatswain's face, pickled by sea wind and strong liquor, was full of horror.

"Are you crazy?! That's a battlefield! Stray bullets, burning ships, crazy soldiers falling into the water... going there is looking for death!"

"The agreement is here, the Governor's warrant is here."

Taylor took a step forward, his tall body blocking the cabin entrance, his shadow covering the boatswain, "Do as the Saintess says."

The boatswain still wanted to argue, but Adrian silently raised the dagger he had just captured.

The boatswain's face turned pale. In the end, his fear of death reached its peak.

He spat fiercely and turned to roar with a hoarse voice.

"Full left rudder! Hoist all sails! Change course to the northeast! Fast, you lazy bones! Move!"

The horn sounded, wailing, carrying a tragic sense of burning the bridges.

The smugglers huddled behind the cargo boxes, whispering to each other with terrified eyes.

Su Mian leaned against the main mast, letting the sea wind blow her long hair into a mess.

She looked at the coastline that was getting further and further away and gradually shrinking into a gray line. In the distance, a dull roar like thunder faintly came.

It was hard to tell if it was the rolling thunder in the sky or the artillery fire of the battlefield.

The storm whistled between the fleets, masts broke, sails burned, and the smell of pine resin and blood mixed in the smoke.

Warships collided with each other, wood chips flew, iron-clad knights fought on the swaying deck, swords crossed, and broken armor drifted in the void like kites.

Charlie stood at the bow, his arms so heavy he could barely lift his sword, the artillery fire making his ear bones tremble.

Even those sounds had changed, sounding like the last song of a swan.

His vision began to darken, but in his ears were still the shouts of his companions when they fell.

This was an era named after war for glory, and also an era whose soul was drained by war—!!!

It's only now that this guy has realized it.

He didn't have the strength to laugh, supporting himself with his sword, wanting to stand up.

Thinking that he, a mediocre programmer from the 21st century, had also become someone who could go to the battlefield. If he survived, he would definitely show it off.

... Although no one would believe it, and he probably wouldn't survive anyway.

Just as he was about to kneel, the sky suddenly hummed low.

The clouds were torn apart, and a gray horse with wings pressed down from high above, as if an oracle had descended.

The horse's hooves didn't step on the sea, but made the waves retreat on their own.

On the horse's back, the red dress was like a blooming blood rose, and also as solemn as the hanging curtain of an altar.

Charlie raised his head with his companions, his chest twitching violently. The pain completely dissipated with his attention, and his heartbeat soared instantly.

It's her.

It's Evelyn.

Flying horse, girl, longbow.

Like a myth coming through the wind, perfectly interpreting the destined savior of heroism.

His heart beat wildly, unable to be suppressed. The light coming through the clouds made his eyes hurt, but at this moment, he couldn't move them away for a single minute.

"Charlie!!! Truce agreement—"

Su Mian shouted loudly.

She pulled the longbow to the full, the bowstring vibrating.

The arrow broke through the air, carrying the sealing wax and parchment, and inserted steadily into the wooden board in the distance.

Charlie was stunned.

He immediately rushed forward, blocked his chest with his shield, and braved the arrow rain to tuck the parchment into his hand.

Then, he straightened his back, turned around, and ordered the horn to be blown.

The horn sound was hoarse and broken in the gale. In his exhausted body, he didn't know from which crack the last heat flowed out.

He roared the declaration to the enemy fleet with a voice that almost tore his throat.

"CESSATE IGNEM. ARMA DEPOSITE"

(Cease fire, lay down your weapons!!!)

In this instant, everything fell silent.

The next second, the whole army followed and shouted. The sound penetrated the eardrums, carrying the call across the century and peace. Thousands of white doves flew over the sails, their wings flapping in the sky where the smoke had not yet dissipated.

The commander on the opposite side, wearing armor and also covered in blood, stood quietly. He looked up, lowered the long sword he held high, and tears or sweat flowed from the seams of his iron helmet.

Su Mian rode the Undying Horse onto the deck. The wind lifted her hair stained with smoke and dust. All the soldiers knelt down. No one had the strength to shout extra words, but the inner submission at this moment was not fake at all.

The sunset went down, dyeing the broken battlefield into a piece of miserable gold and red.

Charlie held the first brief meeting on the neutral boat specified in the agreement.

He shook hands with that commander. He couldn't speak for a long time, and in the end, he just wiped his tears and sobbed unclearly, "Long live peace."

The war ended.

There were no more horns and shells tonight, only waves and sea wind.

——

"... Why are you still here?"

Charlie saw Su Mian surrounded by soldiers and was dazed for a moment.

The girl leaned against the horse's back and suppressed a trace of embarrassment, "It can't fly anymore."

Well, actually, if it sucked her blood again, she would be anemic.

She coughed lightly, as if returning to the state of that sick beauty before, but there seemed to be more things in her eyes.

Weibens Art Palace.

Inside the spacious and bright banquet hall, the ceiling was covered with ceiling murals with mythological colors.

The surroundings were inlaid with gold-plated relief decorations, echoing the luxurious white woven long banquet table, highlighting the symmetrical aesthetics of the Renaissance.

Players and nobles gathered here, raising their glasses and indulging in pleasure. Adrian stood up, sitting beside him was the Duke Hill who was once not accepted by the secular world.

"What?!!!!!!!!!"

"You want to stay in this instance?"

Duncan spat out the wine he had just poured, looking at Adrian and Adele in shock.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Adele: "We heard from Charlie that even if we clear this game, there will be many games waiting for us later."

"Instead of living in fear of death every day, it's better to find an instance that looks safer and die peacefully."

The system allows players to stay in a certain instance to spend their lives, but the price is to give up their lives in the main world. But no one can guarantee that they can survive in the next game.

Although the instances in the game world are not safe, compared to the unknown, many people are more willing to stay in a familiar world.

Duncan calmed down and thought about it, and it really made sense. As long as they were willing to give up some things, there was nothing to say.

He would forget it. The identity of a mercenary was still too easy to die. It was better to earn more points to save his life.

Bruce: "By the way, where is Evelyn?"

Adele shook her head and suddenly became full of worry again, "She was running around and getting caught in the rain for this plan. Her body must not be able to take it. She should be resting."

Tiffany suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to the few.

"I organized them to do the quarantine. I owe you an apology."

Saying that, Charlie and Duncan also stood up, "The victory of this game is thanks to you."

"To be precise, it's Evelyn."

Adele smiled, "Didn't you guys have to go to clean the stinking ditch behind the library a few days ago? It was arranged by Evelyn." ===== CHAPTER 77 =====