411 Seal Lifted (1/2)
Though he trusted Brenda, he was careful enough to fly above a warship with Human Cannonball and cast Evil Detection downward.
Then, redness glittered all over the warship.
He cast Evil Detection on another warship, only to find that it was brimming with redness too.
Hovering in the sky, he found that every warship was so red that they were almost black.
Without any hesitation, he rained fireballs down.
Those fireballs weren't too huge, only about one meter in diameter.
Probably because they never encountered Mages before, those warships weren't prepared for a flying Mage. Though many archers were shooting Roland, most of them missed the target, and the arrows of those who did shoot Roland were deflected by his magic shield.
Roland's fireballs, on the other hand, were thrown to the middle of the warships and blew them into halves, sinking them.
After blowing up three warships in a row, the remaining three warships grew anxious and raised their sails.
But it took time for a warship to sail away. Its acceleration would be very slow before it could reach the highest speed.
Besides, even if it reached the highest speed, so what?
Could it be faster than Human Cannonball?
One minute later, sending the last three warships to the bottom of the sea with blue fireballs, Roland returned to the city hall.
Hardly had he entered the room when Vincent tried to put a simple green hat on his head. He said angrily, ”You want to play Lord Guan? Wear a green hat[1] first!”
Lost for words, Roland slapped the green hat away.
Liz and Brenda watched the drama with a smile.
Andonara wasn't familiar with the interaction of the players. She was puzzled by their interaction, wondering why Roland hated the green hat so much. It looked fine to her.
Vincent only made the joke on Roland because they were very familiar with each other.
After the fuss, Brenda stood up and said, ”It's the patrol team's responsibility now. Roland, thank you for tolerating our trick. When you return from the raid, I'll buy you a great dinner as an apology.”
Estimating that Kämpfer the White Beard would fight with his life now that he lost his warships, Roland asked, ”Do you need our help?”
”We can handle it.” Brenda stood up and said, ”This is the responsibility of the Bluewater Harbor Patrol. If we ask for other people's help will everything, then our job here will be pointless.”
”Someone might be killed,” said Vincent.
Brenda stood up with glittering eyes. ”That danger is expected of members of the patrol team who are paid much higher than the civilians are.”
Roland asked curiously, ”What's your profession in reality?”
”A special police officer.”
Then, Roland and his team enjoyed a great show.
Losing the warships that were his shelter, Kämpfer the White Beard initiated a desperate charge at the mayor's office with a hundred men.
But Brenda was long prepared for that. She had set up an ambush of a thousand heavily armored soldiers on the way, who surrounded the hundred men.
The spears of those soldiers rose like a forest. Even though Kämpfer had a dozen professionals under his command, they were not strong enough to change the course of a battle on land.
Besides, Brenda was a commander player who had three commander auras, namely the Valiance Aura, the Attack Speed Aura, and the Defense Aura.
Her highly remarkable skills doubled the combat ability of her troop, making the soldiers as good as professionals of the lowest level.
It was impossible for Kämpfer the White Beard to win. He was only good at sea battles.
The battle was over in an hour. The hundred pirates were all executed save a few.
Roland was nearby when Kämpfer was caught.
A few soldiers took Kämpfer, who was covered in blood and too weak to move, to Brenda.
He was a very strong old man. Had it not been for his white hair and the wrinkles on his face, he would've impressed anyone as a young man with his physique and firm muscles.
The man stared at Brenda arrogantly and glanced at Roland's team. Eventually, his eyes focused on Roland with hatred.
”It was you! It was you!” Kämpfer struggled crazily, his eyes bulging. ”We had no grudge in the past. Why did you blow up my warships? Why?”
Vincent was wearing a gray robe, and Roland, a blue one. Kämpfer saw vividly from a tavern at the port that someone in blue blew up his warships—his fortunes, his shelter, his future—from the sky.
He had been enjoying himself at Bluewater Harbor like a king, but after only one moment, the world was changed.
Looking at the old man who was struggling and roaring, Roland subconsciously cast Evil Detection on him.
The man was glittering red.
Roland shook his head and ignored him.
Andonara and the rest followed him away.
Brenda was quite fast. Half a day later, Kämpfer was judged in public in the square and hanged.
Tens of thousands of people took part in the trial. Everybody cheered after he was hanged.
They had suffered because of Kämpfer long enough.
At night, the mayor, who had never showed up, appeared at the celebration party with his son Theodore.
Theodore was not interested in the Golden Sons, not as much as he was in Andonara, but Andonara simply ignored him.
After a few failed attempts, the young man went to a corner, bummed.
The next day after the celebration party, Roland received a boat from the mayor with a whole crew.
The island was actually not far away from the port. It could be seen on the horizon from the higher places in the city.
Roland could've flown there, but he was not confident of accomplishing the raid on his own.
The sea was different from rivers in that the waves in the sea were much higher than those in rivers even without wind.
Many people thought that any boat could go to sea, but this was wrong. The boats built for rivers generally had flat bottoms, and they could be toppled over easily by the waves in the sea.
The boats built for the sea usually had round bottoms, which made them steadier.
But even so, this particular boat trembled on the way to the island.
Vincent's face was pale, and he threw up multiple times.
Andonara and Liz were sturdier and didn't feel sick.
As for Roland… having experienced the dizziness after Long-Distance Teleportation, he could barely feel the shaking.
The journey did not seem long, but it took the boat almost four hours before it reached the destination.
It was almost three in the afternoon.
Stepping on the soft silver beach, Roland took out Hawk's map and calculated the distance. Then he said, ”Let's walk two hours first. When we're close, we'll take a rest for the night so that we can be rejuvenated.”
”Okay, no problem.”
Everybody agreed with the plan.
Barely anyone had ever been to this island. Weeds and thorns were everywhere, making the trip rather difficult.
Roland cleared the way for everybody with a pair of gigantic Hands of Magic. He also had two shield-wielding puppets who forged ahead.