Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 717 - 717 236

717: 236.

Set Sail 717: 236.

Set Sail [Yes, I believe the initial campaign against the Third Calamity was rash.]

[Even if they sacrificed themselves for it?]

[That’s right.

Don’t you understand, Claire?

That was the strongest force we could muster, but like moths, they charged into the burning bonfire without meaning.]

[Is that what you think?

Don Gomes, first, thank you for joining us on the broadcast, but I can’t agree with your theory.

I and everyone on the Lennon Islands think they are heroes.]

[Heroes?

I rather think they’re just a bunch of…

a bunch of fools.

*snickering*]

[Oh my…

Don Gomes, how can you say such things…

*footsteps*]

[Clatter…

*chaotic shouting* Don Gomes, can you hear it?

The nearby residents are protesting your remarks.]

[Let them say what they want, I stand by my views.]

[Alright, could you tell me the reason?

Otherwise, I feel…

you’ll be pelted with things when you leave here *bitter laughter*]

[That’s not important.

But of course, I will tell you the reason.

They could have approached the Third Calamity with methods that were less harmful than throwing themselves at it blindly.]

[They did it because we had no time left.

We’ve all seen the destructiveness of the Third Calamity; it’s extinguishing our human future.

In just a few minutes, the Duchy lost hundreds of children!

*shouting passionately*]

[You still don’t understand…

*sigh* Claire, look around, what do we have left now?

A mad king dragged all the men to the battlefield, and the war failed; do you think this nation has a future?]

[But…]

[Most importantly, they failed.

If the Third Calamity were gone, we would have resolved a great trouble and retained our strength.

Now?

We haven’t solved the great trouble and have lost our strength, with only some utterly worthless intelligence!

*yelling*]

[*gasping breaths* The only smart thing they did was the shelter plan…

leaving behind a spark.

Even if all of us on the surface die, humanity won’t go extinct.

Once it leaves, this will still be our territory…]

“This is our territory…”

In the Captain’s Cabin of the Old Gentleman, Manick Pa repeated the words of that obnoxious guy on the radio, gently stroking the ship’s wheel with a corner smashed off, murmuring: “Old fellow, are you ready?”

The crisp boots on the deck approached from afar, and a young, handsome first mate walked into the Captain’s Cabin, chest held high: “Captain Manick, we can set sail!”

Manick Pa grabbed the captain’s hat from the ship’s wheel and placed it on his head, turning to the determined and confident first mate: “Tell the sailors to raise the sails!”

The Old Gentleman slowly sailed out from the shipyard of the port, during the half-day of convening personnel it had been simply coated with a layer of waterproof paint, allowing this outdated antique to sail a bit longer on the sea.

Just then, Manick Pa in the Captain’s Cabin suddenly heard a roar of cheers.

He looked to the left, the port was crowded with people waving ribbons, shouting something, converging into an overwhelming clamor in the sky.

The sailors on the deck stopped their actions, the burning emotion flowing through their veins.

Manick Pa had never received such a treatment.

In his youth, every voyage of the Old Gentleman from the port saw only cold guards and families bidding a sorrowful farewell, as they knew this ship was heading into the flames of war.

But this time…

it carried people’s hope.

“This ending is much better than rotting in a museum…

isn’t it, old fellow?” Manick Pa said softly.

The cheering figures on the port gradually faded into the distance, and two patrol boats followed, escorting on the left and right.

The fervent courtyard gates were eager to do something, so they aimed for the worn deck.

Manick Pa in the Captain’s Cabin watched everything, not stopping their meaningless actions.

After all, they had three days to sail at sea and needed something to do.

The first mate quickly returned to the Captain’s Cabin, still standing as straight as a spear.

“Just us?” Manick Pa asked, gazing at the endless dark ocean ahead.

“Your old friend Captain Grey Wolf came too, he set sail from Queen’s Harbor this morning.”

“Why is he earlier than me?” Manick Pa frowned, Grey Wolf was his friend—mostly rivals.

Before the war was completely dissipated, he and Grey Wolf belonged to different forces and pretended to be pirates to raid each other’s ships until the war was completely mediated, and the warships were put into museums.

The damned Grey Wolf used his accumulated money to buy the ship and maintained it, so he set off first.

Manick Pa of course knew, he just wasn’t pleased.

The first mate changed the topic: “There are no warships on the East Coast of the Main Affinity Continent, so they couldn’t make it here in time.

Counting a small warship from the Barren Lands, we only have three ships available.”

“That’s enough, the number means nothing to it.” Manick Pa said, noticing that the young first mate seemed to have something to say.

“Do you have something to say?”

The young first mate straightened up a bit more: “Why don’t we move the cannons to the Ironclad, they are more robust!”

“We don’t have time to calibrate the cannons, but on the Old Gentleman, my experience is still useful.” Manick Pa said.

“More importantly, can the rivers in the Barren Lands allow us to get close to it?”

…

“Back up!

Back up!”

Old Hans shouted to the workers, pulling one greedy guy who was still shoveling dirt quickly back to the shore.

They had just retreated when a thin wall of soil cracked, deformed, and was suddenly breached by seawater from the other side.

Seawater surged through the low-lying old river course, rushing into the Barren Lands.

The cheers of the workers were drowned out by the massive flow of water.

Kieran Faust stood on a hill not far away, quietly observing.

They had spent two days excavating the old river course to avoid rerouting around the oasis.

The continuously flowing seawater scoured the riverbed, taking away the silt at the bottom and edges.

Tomorrow, the three arriving warships will be able to sail directly into the interior of the Barren Lands via the river, reaching less than a mile from The Time of Silence’s core.

At this moment, the sudden sound of a bell interrupted people’s celebration as The Time of Silence descended again.

After a brief clamor, people suppressed their inner emotions, stopping their movements by the river and staying quiet.

They were already familiar with The Time of Silence.

So when it quietly receded after ten minutes, no one disappeared.

But the passion of the people by the river had long cooled, they silently put on their clothes, stopped watching the rivercourse they’d been eyeing for ten minutes, and returned to the small town.

They still had many tasks to do, such as inspecting each section of the river course to ensure the warships wouldn’t be blocked somewhere.

“Notify the remaining members of the United Organization, we’ll go help too.” Kieran Faust said to the Exorcist, who was now his assistant.

“We?”

“Yes, it’s our last chance to resolve The Time of Silence.”