Chapter 135 - Chapter 135: Chapter 129: Legend (2/2)

Back then, the White Sea region was much more civilized than today, but times have changed, and all the former glory has since faded away.

“Be careful, pay attention when moving stuff!”

Onboard, the Guards Captain Theo, who was once a boatswain, furrowed his brows, busy commanding everyone on their tasks.

He had once vowed never to set sail again, but the dual mandates of the Church and the law decreed that unless there were special circumstances such as pregnancy, adult Extraordinary Exponents with high-standard treatment could not avoid the summonses to war.

Since Theo was incapable of becoming pregnant, he had no choice but to follow his family onto the military ship.

However, he was quite satisfied with the ship.

It was one hundred and fifty feet in length, with forty-four canons and a displacement of eight hundred tons, its crew numbered two hundred and fifty; strengthened by the alchemy inscribed on the bottom of the ship to enhance its overall propulsion and defensive power, it was mainly used for attacking maritime merchant ships, long-range patrolling, and serving as the vanguard.

For an old sailor, the thrill of steering a military ship leased from the Lion clan felt absolutely amazing, even more satisfying than the moment he acquired his extraordinary power!

In recent years, Theo, now in his fifties, managed to have another daughter, and his entire family had already moved close to Fischer Manor, to prevent the recurrence of past events.

In the captain’s room, Byrne held a sea chart, calling the other ten Extraordinary Exponents aboard to introduce them to some information about the White Sea.

“There are currently three major powers on the White Sea, and the Sea God Cult is the smallest of them. The other two powers are the indigenous sub-humans, the Winged Folk of the White Sea, and the glacier inhabitants living on the edge of the great glacier—never provoke them.”

Members of the Fischer family listened silently by the side.

Byrne continued to speak:

“However, their sphere of influence is far from the coast of the Ouden Continent; under normal circumstances, if we do not venture deep into the White Sea, we will never encounter them.”

The silver descendant elder Aaron stood by the side, deep in thought; he had recently been preparing to strike at the Transmutation Level.

Should he succeed, Aaron might be able to vie for the position of the elder of all silver descendants on the East Coast, greatly increasing the power he wielded.

With his arms crossed over his chest, he gazed at Byrne and asked:

“I’ve heard of the Winged Folk, apparently the largest branch among the half-orcs, commonly seen only in the Nine Seas. As for the great glacier, what is that?”

Theo, who held a strong distaste for the arrogant Elder Aaron, said solemnly, “Elder Aaron, I thought you knew everything. Turns out you know of the Winged Folk, but know nothing of the great glacier?”

As a former boatswain, Theo, pointing to the sea chart of the White Sea, shook his head, “The world beyond the seas is much larger than this sea chart depicts.”

“The Ouden Continent is the center of the Claud World, surrounded by oceans in a ring. And beyond the oceans, there’s a giant ring of massive glaciers.”

Theo drew a small circle representing the Ouden Continent and then sketched a much larger circle around it to symbolize the massive glaciers.

“It spans several seas, dividing the whole world into inner and outer parts.”

“And beyond the great glacier, there are other continents. It is difficult for outsiders to cross the great glacier and reach the seas inside, and conversely, it is also hard for us to venture beyond the great glacier.”

Except for Byrne and Erik, who frequently read books, the rest were hearing about the Claud World in more detail for the first time, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

Soon after, they heard Archibald murmuring to himself:

“So that’s it. We actually live inside a giant bagel!”

Irene looked at the map calmly for a while and curiously said, “If the great glacier melted one day, it would be easier for us and the outsiders to come into contact, wouldn’t it?”

But Theo kept shaking his head, speaking very seriously, “That wouldn’t be a good thing at all. Those of us who often go to sea know of a legend, passed down from sailor to sailor, an ancient tale about the great glacier.”

“The great glacier must never melt, for it seals the ancient gods of old. Should They awaken anew, They will surely bring the world to ruin!”

Knight Verne shook his head and said, “That seems a bit extreme. With the great pantheon of gods watching over us, even if the evil ancient gods from the legends did awake, They wouldn’t stand a chance at destroying the world.”

A few close confidants of the Fischer family glanced at him but said nothing.

After a while, the cruiser ferrying the Fischer family arrived beside an island in the White Sea and docked there—this island had a stationing camp for the Tempest Church and the Cyart people.

The Priests of the Tempest Church and many noble officers of Cyart had already arrived at the camp, waiting for the pre-war meeting to be convened.

The island was filled with subtropical jungles and many dark-skinned, almost bare-chested indigenous White Sea people as laborers, who dared not make eye contact with the Cyart people.

The members of the Fischer family had just reached the island when they immediately sensed that something was off.

Almost every Cyart person they saw looked at them with disdain, filled with scorn, and some even spat on the ground frowningly from a distance.