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Not only that, the most ridiculous decision the empire has made now is to recruit the Church of Resurrection.
This behavior of seeking the skin of a tiger might be seen as a clever way to keep the tiger at the side by the powerful people in the imperial capital, and it did cause great terror and deterrence to the northern countries, but for civilians, it was undoubtedly a disaster.
Even in a border city like theirs, people were in a state of panic because of the Resurrectionists on the streets.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, interrupting Viscount Francis's thoughts.
"Do you have plans this morning?"
As Viscount Francis finished speaking, a young man dressed as a commander slowly walked in. He was Francis' secretary and also his bodyguard.
"My Lord Viscount, the guest has woken up."
The secretary reported in a calm tone.
Francis slowly swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded, "Okay, I understand. Prepare some tea and fruit and send them to his cabin. I'll be there in a moment."
For people who have been shipwrecked and may not have eaten for a long time, it would be better to eat some fruits and vegetables and drink water before eating.
Magical storms have been surging at sea recently, and passenger and merchant ships at the imperial port have stopped sailing south.
The closer you get to the sea between the north and south continents, the more frequent the accidents become.
According to the Empire's investigation report, disaster scientists generally believe that two extremely terrifying creatures fought a desperate battle in the sea area to the south, and the unrestrained collision of magic power further intensified the spread of the natural catastrophic magic wave.
"Okay, my lord."
The secretary bowed slightly and then left the restaurant.
Not long after, Francis finished his breakfast. He put down his cutlery, wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin, adjusted his tie, and stood up with his cane.
It was originally just a normal trip to a large eastern port city to visit old friends and conduct some business, but this time there was a little episode.
Last night, a violent storm had just raged over the sea, and the huge waves seemed to be trying to swallow their merchant ships again and again. However, this was nothing special for them who had experienced many storms.
However, suddenly a loud "bang" sound broke through the air, clearly penetrating the night and reaching the ears of the crew members on the side of the ship.
The experienced crew members could judge the material of the colliding objects - wood - just by the slight sound.
When the crew leaned over to take a look, they found that it seemed to be a piece of ship wreckage. However, surprisingly, there was a young man attached to the wood.
This young man, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, seemed to be the darling of fate. He was firmly caught by a piece of driftwood, drifted with the current, and fortunately stopped next to their merchant ship.
What was even more gratifying was that the collision just now did not cause him any harm, as if someone had used magic to bring him to the side of the ship.
The crew members immediately braved the wind and waves to rescue the boy.
Viscount Francis also issued instructions immediately, ordering the doctor on the ship to quickly treat the wounded boy and take care of him to the best of his ability.
The boy's brown hair was as soft as silk, and his clothes were unique, as if he was a visitor from a distant foreign country.
Logically speaking, unidentified people should not be rescued.
At this juncture in time, everyone in the Protoss Empire is in danger. If they are not careful, they may be labeled as a "heretic" or a "surrenderist" by people with ulterior motives.
But Viscount Francis has always believed in the guidance of the goddess of fate and the principle that good and evil will be rewarded. At least he will not harm the young man until he is sure of his identity.
"Well, if we can't make it in two years, we can take Zestira to the southern continent. At least they won't be so absurd as to label the Church of the Goddess of Fate a cult."
Viscount Francis walked to the window, took a look at the rough sea and the unpredictable weather at sea today, and sighed.
Anyway, his daughter has suffered prejudice and discrimination since she was a child in Protoss Empire because of her demon characteristics. The worst that can happen is that she will give up her current noble status and go to the southern continent to start over.
Although it is difficult to find a country in the southern continent that treats demons equally, at least it is not like the Protoss Empire where even hiding racial characteristics is a death penalty.
Viscount Francis walked to the door, opened the heavy cabin door, and stepped out. In the red-carpeted corridor, there were several chandeliers burning whale oil. The flickering light made people feel that they could feel a little warmth of home even at sea.
His steps were steady, but he was always thinking about something.
Finally, he arrived at the guest room and saw the secretary waiting at the door. After a brief exchange and a nod, Viscount Francis knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
Hearing the gentle response from inside, Viscount Francis pushed open the door and walked in.
The air in this simply decorated but fully furnished bedroom is filled with a mixture of sea water and damp wood.
I saw a brown-haired young man sitting by the bed. He had beautiful emerald green eyes, and not only was his left eye covered with gauze, but the bandage was slightly exposed from the cuffs of his black suit, extending from his wrist to his elbow and passing through his collar.
The strength of his magic power is probably only at the first level.
But he doesn't look like a battle-hardened warrior with delicate skin.
Only because of his strong vitality, he was able to survive despite suffering such a serious and fatal injury.
According to the secretary, the brown-haired young man seemed to have difficulty communicating in the language at first, but he had a tool card with translation magic on him, so he was soon able to communicate normally.
Although the conversation had not started yet, Viscount Francis felt that he would not be a bad person after the first glance at him.
Because his eyes were clear, naturally filled with compassion and thoughtfulness, but not a single bit for himself.
Just to see the suffering of all living beings.
That is the gaze of a saint.
Chapter 240: Lanqi is the principal of Purgatory Corridor Academy
The small but exquisite guest room is filled with warm-toned furniture and curtains.
Under the chandelier, the young man sitting on the bed stood up and bowed deeply to Viscount Francis.
"Thank you for saving my life, Lord Viscount."
There was a hint of distress in the young man's voice.
This is just getting used to the magic of translation.
Francis smiled and nodded, motioned for the young man to sit down, and then sat on a chair beside him. He never put on airs of aristocracy.
"Please don't be polite, young man. I think you are a stranger to this place. Can you tell me about your experience, where you come from, and where you are going?"
Viscount Francis finally asked.
"I am a scholar from the Kingdom of Hutton in the southern continent. This time I wanted to come to the northern continent to complete an academic project, but I encountered a magic storm and my ship was wrecked... Then I woke up and was rescued by you."
The brown-haired young man seemed a little hesitant, but finally spoke.
Francis listened, and his heart was moved.
The Kingdom of Hutton was a well-known powerful country in the southern continent, and even Francis had heard of it.
There are also some famous figures, such as the high priest of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, who is from the Kingdom of Hutton.
Francis knew that the young man's experience might be more or less related to the recent magical storm turmoil at sea.
The accident rate at sea has indeed increased a lot recently, especially for ships coming from the southern continent.
Although the young man's words may have omitted some key points, Viscount Francis could feel his sincerity.
"I'm so sorry, but all my identity documents were lost with my luggage."
The young man added.
Viscount Francis waved his hand, not intending to embarrass the young man or question him too much in this regard.
While he was having breakfast, the secretary had already confirmed that the young man was fluent in the language of the Southern Continent and could easily read the books circulated from there without the need for translation magic. And through conversation, the secretary determined that the young man had a deep understanding of the social conditions and culture of the Southern Continent.
He is undoubtedly from the Southern Continent. Some things cannot be learned or imitated.
Of course, more importantly, his gentle temperament makes it hard to doubt that he would be a bad guy.
He doesn't even possess any threatening power.
The young man was not dressed luxuriously, but from his conversation and manners, one could tell at a glance that he must be a well-educated young man with a prominent family background. He must have been separated from his guards in the shipwreck.
"I will not delve into your identity, because repeatedly delving into something that cannot be delved into will only lead to meaningless suspicion. I just want to confirm one thing with you first. Are you from the Church of the Goddess of Destiny?"
Viscount Francis asked.
"No, I don't believe in any gods."
Lanci replied in confusion.
"call."
Viscount Francis breathed a sigh of relief.
"May I ask why you ask me this?"
Lanqi's expression did not change, and he was still full of confusion.
"If you were a priest, and I rescued you, you would be charged with crimes such as collusion with a cult and espionage in the current Protoss Empire, but I would not harm you. I would only let you land on the shore outside the city and give you some food."
Viscount Francis said,
"The Church of the Goddess of Destiny is now a cult in the Protoss Empire and is being purged by the Empire."
He knew that this was a ridiculous thing for the people of the Southern Continent.
After hearing Viscount Francis briefly talk about the current political situation in the Protoss Empire, Lanqi's expression became even more confused.
This version is too weird. Shouldn't the Resurrection Church be listed on the stock market now?
But Lanci quickly accepted it.
Because instead of waiting for the version to pass, it is better to adapt to the version.
After a brief conversation, Lanqi roughly understood his current position and explained his current predicament to Viscount Francis.
"Mr. Francis, I want to find my companion, can you help me?"
Lanci said sincerely.
"Mr. Rocky, I'm very sorry for what happened to you, but at this time, the help I can give you is limited."
Viscount Francis sighed when he heard this.
He could see that the lost companion was very important to the young man.
The young man's calmness, composure and understanding were totally unlike those of a man who had just returned from the brink of life and death, which made Viscount Francis once again confirm his qualities.
But without the legal identity of the empire, it would be fine in their small city, but if they go north, they will not be able to move an inch in the current Protoss Empire.
Viscount Francis did not dare to take the risk of using his lordship to obtain a fake identity for the young man at this time.