Chapter 390: The Shengmagehao (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Xiaduoen Gang.

After the last Sleeping Curse, this port city was not struck down; instead, it remained bustling and noisy.

Aaron passed through the city center and even saw a church building under construction; it belonged to the Church of the God of Ice.

The newspapers were filled with long-winded reports about the promotion of the three True God Churches, and missionaries of the God of Ice could already be seen on the streets.

"It seems... this place has been allocated to the God of Ice?"

Aaron thought, lost in thought.

"Sir, would you like me to introduce you to the deeds of a Great Existence?" Perhaps because he had stared at the church for too long, a female missionary immediately approached him and asked, full of anticipation.

Humans standing before it were like ants before an elephant.

"Ms. Helen Kandi, welcome aboard the Shengmagehao!"

Aaron exhaled, adjusted his hat, and looked at the massive building of the port authority.

"I would like to purchase a ticket to South Innis; here are my identification documents!"

The more Aaron heard, the more solemn his expression became.

For instance, it was known for its focus on luxury and comfort; even the environment of the third-class cabins was superior to the second-class cabins of other ocean liners.

"Hello, how may I be of service to you?"

The ticket clerk replied in a sweet voice.

"The 'Shengmagehao', please!"

"One first-class ticket!" The ticket clerk's smile grew even brighter: "I love art and oil painting; my dream used to be to become a model..."

He stood in the long queue until he reached the ticket window.

"The initial missionaries are too enthusiastic."

Whether to avoid investigation or to help Motula become a god, he needed sufficient reserves and ammunition.

At this moment, other passengers began to have their tickets checked behind him.

Night.

Aaron handed over identification documents that were not obtained through the channels of the Green Banyan Council, but rather through a black-market merchant.

Aaron had his ticket checked and, looking at the luxurious surroundings, couldn't help but want to laugh: "Fortunately, I didn't run into a wealthy young lady named Luosi."

Ever since the encounter during his last promotion, Aaron had decided to keep a low profile.

The ticket girl smiled brightly, deliberately tilting her face to cover a small mole on her other cheek.

Aaron pretended to be somewhat troubled: "If I join your church, can I obtain... I mean... that kind of... um, supernatural power?"

The young lady inside the window looked at Aaron, a look of amazement flashing in her eyes.

Jieke Kesaini, according to his persona, was a wandering art painter who had inherited a considerable fortune from a distant uncle, so Aaron revealed a brilliant smile: "I am alone; staying in a suite is obviously too extravagant and wasteful. Please give me a first-class ticket."

The female ticket clerk continued to introduce in a sweet tone: "The 'Shengmagehao', first-class ticket price is 30 pounds, suite ticket is 500 pounds. First-class passengers can enjoy facilities such as the swimming pool, gym, squash court, sun deck, and pet quarters... Second-class ticket price is 10 pounds, with access to the smoking room, Library, and grand bar. Third-class is 5 pounds, six people to a room, child tickets are 3 pounds..."

"Restricted by regulations, we cannot publicly discuss these topics, but if you are a devout believer, the God of Ice will let you witness the miracles you desire."

The female missionary replied with a straight face.

'As expected, although they cannot promote it publicly, they must be showing something to believers in private... The Holy Spirit Church is in danger facing these recruitment tactics. Even forming a team of Extraordinaries is useless; how could its foundation compare to an Ancient Cult?'

'Speaking of which, I still have a Talisman made from the pollution of a 'Damo Statue' in my possession. It's a pity it's only at the level of the Sixth Primordial Substance; it can't deliver a decisive blow against a 'Crown', but it's quite good for cleaning up small fry... especially on the deep sea, where it might have unexpected effects.'

"Thank you!"

Aaron pretended to be troubled: "I will consider it further..."

She was no longer hinting; she was being explicit.

Therefore, lying low for a period of time to accumulate enough 'Secret Source Power' to flip the table was quite important.

While speaking, she handed over the ticket and documents.

"Sorry... I believe in the Holy Spirit."

Among them, a young woman had long golden hair, wore a gorgeous hat with a feather stuck in it, and was dressed in a corset-tight lace dress, followed by many servants.

On June 5th, Aaron, wearing a white shirt, a beret, carrying a drawing board, and holding a suitcase, followed the crowd onto the 'Shengmagehao' docked at the port.

"Hello, may I ask if there is..."

After saying this, he directly quickened his pace and walked away, until he could no longer hear the female missionary calling "Sir, Sir" behind him.

This behemoth was nearly 300 meters long, 30 meters wide, and about 30 meters high, with a displacement of 50,000 tons and four giant 20-meter-high smokestacks.

"I don't mind moonlighting as a part-time model after work, the kind where you don't wear clothes..."

Aaron returned a brilliant smile and turned to leave the ticket window.

While speaking, he handed over 30 pounds in banknotes.

Aaron had inquired about more news regarding the 'Shengmagehao'.

Uh...

Ocean voyages in this era were a great way to pass the time; often, a single ferry ride would take several months or half a year.

"Mr. Jieke Kesaini... currently there are two passenger ships in the port. One is the 'Luosi', which is still the holder of the 'Blue Riband' and departs in five days. The other is the giant luxury passenger ship 'Shengmagehao', which departs in three days."

The reason he did not use 'Spirit World Teleportation' was mainly to pass the time.

Moreover, the ship had just been launched, and this was its first grand voyage.

Three days passed quickly, and the day for the 'Shengmagehao' to set sail finally arrived.

Along with the ticket, there was also a small note.

"Okay."

'The true 'Damo' might be comparable to Motula or even stronger, exceeding the limits of the Mortal World, and clearly exists in the deep sea of the Spirit World... but the descendants and subordinates of 'Damo' must also be active in the Dark Sea...'

He had come to this long-distance port just to buy a ticket to South Innis.

In the harbor bar.

At this moment, although Aaron had restrained the appearance of the "Perfecter" and disguised himself, with dark golden curly hair, eyes as blue as the sea, and a high-bridged nose, he looked to be about twenty years old, full of youthful Vitality, and his looks were quite striking!

When Aaron was sculpting his face, he had unconsciously incorporated some of the features of the male lead from a certain big ship movie in his past life.

It could carry a total of 4,000 people, including passengers and crew, and its speed was not slow, capable of reaching 20 knots.

The "Blue Riband" is a horse racing tradition; in ocean voyages, the ship that crosses the ocean in the shortest time can tie the Blue Riband to its mast as a proof of honor.

But Aaron was just here to kill time; he did not want to be too hurried and preferred comfort above all else.

The second reason was to inquire about the "Rancher," as it was currently His month, and the "Lord of Deep Sea Monsters" was His proudest creation.

Helen thanked him gracefully and instructed the handsome manservant at her side: "Kent... do not forget my luggage, and the orange cat's cage."

Aaron's footsteps faltered: 'Not good, I fear this ship is going to sink!'

(End of this chapter)