Chapter 140

Silver Sand Bay.

The territory of Glossa, one of the three giants of the Western Archipelago, and the center of the archipelago's slave trade.

A large ship without clear markings was currently docked in the port of Silver Sand Bay, but this wasn't a strange thing.

Many people coming and going here were unwilling to reveal their identities, and hiding the markings on the ship that might expose their identity wasn't an unconventional operation.

It was just that no one else knew that there was actually a human hero on this ship.

In a room on the second floor of the ship's superstructure, the blonde hero Sophia was looking out the window through a gap in the curtains.

"I thought you wouldn't dock on such a large island."

The priest Samuel on the side replied respectfully: "Lord Sophia, the next place we are going to is a dungeon located on the seabed; some necessary items can only be purchased on such large islands."

Sophia nodded, understanding what he meant.

She needed to level up quietly and try not to attract attention.

Previously, shooting some lost souls at the edge of the mist to help her level up to her current level 22 was already the limit.

There were indeed more high-level, troublesome monsters in the mist, but entering the mist was too dangerous and simply wasn't in the scope of consideration.

The new destination was chosen to be a dungeon called the Tidal Sanctuary; just as Samuel said, this dungeon was located on the seabed.

The special location led to the awkward situation of this dungeon.

Although it had rich resources, the extremely difficult entry conditions directly blocked the vast majority of adventurers.

It wouldn't be wrong to call it the most inaccessible dungeon.

And this was exactly what they needed; Sophia had no objection to this.

Sophia's gaze swept over the pier outside.

The scorching sun baked the ground, and groups of slaves in rags, wrapped only in worn-out coarse linen, were carrying heavy cargo under the whips wielded by the overseers.

The harsh sound of whipping rang out from time to time, and even she could hear it faintly from here.

Another team of slaves was being driven, their iron chains dragging on the ground making a dull sound, as they boarded a slave ship docked at the shore, not knowing where they were being transported.

Looking at this scene, Sophia suddenly spoke, her voice devoid of emotion: "Is the owner of this island also one of the humans I need to protect?"

This time, Samuel rarely didn't immediately answer her question.

After a long time, the priest's voice came from behind her:

"Lord Sophia, I understand what you mean.

But unfortunately, yes.

At least for now, yes.

The Church also opposes the slave trade.

But no matter how despicable the forces on the archipelago are, at least for now, they are on the side of humanity as a whole.

Facing the powerful Empire, we have no choice but to unite all forces."

At least for now, yes.

Sophia understood what Samuel meant and could understand the reason he spoke of.

It was just that the scene below still made her unbearable.

When the guards who went out returned with the purchased items and the ship was ready to set sail, something unexpected happened.

"Seal the pier! No one is allowed to move! All ships are prohibited from leaving the port!"

A thunderous roar instantly tore through the clamor of the port! Accompanied by heavy footsteps and the clanking of armor, a massive figure like a mountain of flesh, the Gold-rank Garrison Commander of Silver Sand Bay, arrived at the pier with a large group of fully armed soldiers, looking fierce and menacing.

The entire pier fell into a dead silence; the porters froze in place, the merchants looked panicked, and the slaves huddled together in terror.

"Listen up, all of you! I am Oruk, the Garrison Commander of Silver Sand Bay! By the order of Lord Glossa, we are searching for the murderer who assassinated Lord Horn! That damn bastard is hiding on the pier or hiding on some ship!"

The Horn he spoke of was Glossa's number one confidant and secretary, the number two figure in Silver Sand Bay!

The news of this person's death was like dropping a bomb on the pier, causing a wave of suppressed exclamations.

"From now on!" Oruk waved the terrifying giant mace and smashed it heavily onto the stone slab, sending gravel flying. "All ships, stop loading and unloading immediately! It is forbidden to leave the port! Accept a thorough search; anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy! Not a single fly is allowed to fly out for me!"

The soldiers pounced on the docked ships like hungry wolves, rudely driving the crowds and forcibly boarding the ships for inspection. The ship owners and sailors dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak; facing Glossa's rage and Oruk's ferocity, no one dared to cause trouble at this time.

Amidst the chaos, Sophia's unmarked large ship, however, slowly retracted its anchor chain at this time, and the sailors began to untie the cables in an orderly manner, preparing to set sail.

"Stop! Didn't you hear what I said?! It is forbidden to leave the port! Accept inspection!" Oruk's roar stopped the "sailor" who was retracting the gangplank.

The "sailor" stopped his movements, his hand resting silently on the hilt of his sword, his cold gaze piercing Oruk.

An invisible, suffocating pressure instantly enveloped the Garrison Commander, causing his fat body to subconsciously tense up for a moment.

An expert!

Alarm bells rang in Oruk's heart.

He braced himself and brought out his backing: "Lord Glossa is thoroughly investigating a wanted criminal! Do you want to defy the Lord's order?"

The "sailor" on the deck didn't respond at all, his gaze only becoming sharper, his hand on the sword hilt steady as a rock.

What made Oruk's heart sink even further was that seven or eight figures appeared silently on the side of the ship, their gazes falling calmly on him.

Oruk's intuition screamed wildly—the sense of threat coming from these people was not a bit weaker than that "sailor"!

What is going on with this ship!?

Just as he was in a dilemma, a middle-aged man in dark casual clothes with a temperament as steady as a mountain appeared at the edge of the ship's deck.

He didn't look at Oruk, but made a concise and powerful gesture to the "sailor" on the deck.

The "sailor" immediately understood, completely ignoring Oruk, who was blocking the front of the ship with a livid face, and cleanly retracted the gangplank completely.

The sails filled with wind, and the huge hull began to move slowly, pushing aside the seawater in front calmly and unstoppably.

"Bastard! Stop for me!" Oruk roared, raising his mace, his arm muscles bulging.

But in the end, the heavy weapon didn't come down.

The middle-aged man at the edge of the ship—the Chief Guard—although he didn't deliberately release his aura, Oruk's intuition as a Gold-rank warrior was screaming a warning:

If you smash it down, you will die!

You will definitely die!

Oruk's face turned pale, his fat body stiffened in place, and he could only watch helplessly as the mysterious large ship, with a posture of near-indifference and unquestionability, crushed his blockade order and slowly sailed away from the chaotic Silver Sand Bay pier.

When he came to his senses, he could only let out a roar of impotent rage at the distant ship's shadow, pouring his pent-up evil fire onto his subordinates and other unlucky people on the pier:

"Search! Keep searching for me! Every inch of the deck! Every cargo box! Dig three feet into the ground to find the murderer! Block the entire port area! Those who defy the order, kill!"

About half an hour after leaving the port, the ship had sailed deep into the sparkling sea.

A hand grabbed the edge of the ship, and before long, a girl soaked to the bone climbed up.

If Dylan were here, he would definitely rush up to hug the girl, to hug his daughter Bella, whom he missed day and night.

However, at this moment, in front of Bella, there was only the Chief Guard who had been waiting for a long time, and Sophia, who was standing at the edge of the ship's superstructure, examining her.

Bella didn't seem surprised that she had been discovered; her pupils flashed with silver light, and she asked tentatively: "You... are from the Church, right?"