Extraordinary Voyage
Chapter 102: Hearing About Blood Hand Gang Again (3000 words)

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Hearing About Blood Hand Gang Again (3000 words)

After a simple sparring test between the two.

Aiven, using the precise judgment of "Data Visualization," discovered that Elante’s body attributes were not focused on strength like Uncle Gel, but rather, similar to himself, with more emphasis on agility.

Compared to the advanced version of "Phaletis Saber Technique," which Uncle Gel excelled in, the agility-focused "White Sail Swordsmanship" evidently suited him better.

Fortunately, even though Uncle Gel wasn’t home for extended periods, Elante had laid a decent foundation and at least had reached the beginner level of practicing "White Sail Swordsmanship."

In truth, there aren’t many famous Extraordinary Swordsmanship styles in this world. Most exist in semi-public forms as schools, even holding corresponding status, so many times, you can find someone to teach as long as you pay.

Under this system, people brainstorm and accumulate the corrections perfected by swordsmanship inheritors over generations and the sudden flashes of genius from a few individuals. Even the most ordinary Extraordinary Swordsmanship shouldn’t be underestimated.

Thanks to this open atmosphere.

This world doesn’t have the notion from the previous life that swordsmanship is a personal possession not to be privately taught. "White Sail Swordsmanship" is also similar, although not widely spread, it can’t be considered exclusive to the Galliot family.

ps: Actually, Secret Swordsmanship and Secret Technique are the true secrets and foundations of each family.

Therefore, Aiven didn’t mind Uncle Gel teaching Elante "White Sail Swordsmanship."

On the contrary, he felt thankful that Elante already had a foundation, which would save a lot of effort in this guidance. Although Uncle Gel had progressed further on the Knight’s Path, Aiven was confident that he had surpassed Gel in the mastery of "White Sail Swordsmanship!"

Although Uncle Gel was taught the three Extraordinary Secret Techniques of "White Sail Swordsmanship," due to compatibility issues, he hadn’t mastered the Extraordinary Secret Technique "Jumping Wave."

Furthermore, with "Data Visualization" monitoring the body data, Aiven was confident that, for an apprentice-level knight, he was the best teacher!

In this state.

Aiven and Elante were both focused, one teaching wholeheartedly, the other learning diligently, and in just half an hour, they entered the zone, allowing Elante to perform the sword stroke that was just breathtaking.

"Elante, Sail Up, let’s do it again!"

"Okay, Aiven Brother!" Seeing his noticeable progress, Elante was extremely convinced of Aiven and naturally full of enthusiasm!

Whoosh——

"Again, shift your weight a bit forward, stab!"

"Yes!"

"..."

On the lawn beside the training ground, Daphne sat gracefully under the parasol, sipping red tea in small sips. Watching the two young men sweat on the training ground, her heart was filled with comfort, showing a warm smile.

The holiday quickly passed, and although Aiven was quite comfortable living in the manor, he had to return to the Navy Academy to continue his studies.

"Goodbye, Aiven Brother!"

"Aiven, slow down on the road, let someone bring back news anytime if anything comes up."

Happy times are always short, and time dragged until Aiven finished the meticulously prepared sumptuous dinner, only then did the mother and son reluctantly say farewell to him.

Sitting in the carriage specially arranged by Aunt Daphne, Aiven waved goodbye to the two who had been escorted to the gate.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be back on the next holiday. Elante, don’t drink too much of the ’Whale Potion’ at once. No slacking off, I’ll check your progress next time!"

"A man doesn’t slack off, I still want to get into the Royal Navy Academy to find Aiven Brother!" Elante thumped his chest, as if that would give his words more credibility.

"Hahaha, I’ll be watching! Goodbye, Aunt. Goodbye, Elante."

Snap——

The manor’s driver Hoyl adeptly flicked the whip, and the carriage slowly started moving.

Clip-clop... clip-clop...

Soon, the lights in the direction of the manor gradually faded away, leaving only a warm yellow glow from the gas lamp on the carriage.

"Thank you, Young Master Aiven! Since the master left New Inn Port, the mistress and Young Master Elante haven’t been this happy in a long time." Along the sound of crisp horse hooves on the road, Hoyl’s unexpected voice rang out.

"It’s nothing, I’m part of this family now, and I’ll come often in the future, thank you for your cooperation." Surprised to find the seemingly taciturn old coachman had such a delicate side, it also showed that Uncle and Aunt treated their servants well. Hearing this, Aiven paused slightly before replying with a smile.

"My pleasure!"

The journey returned to silence.

Aiven closed his eyes and began browsing through the copied extraordinary knowledge, eager to absorb all the knowledge from the Shadow Library.

As he didn’t want to waste even a fragment of time.

This state persisted until entering the district of New Inn Port.

"Young Master Aiven, should we avoid the slum? I’ve heard it’s been a bit chaotic there lately, and the City Guard has started patrolling the streets at night."

Wherever there is sunlight, there is shadow.

The situation of various forces intermingling and a high number of immigrants has not only created the prosperous exterior of New Inn Port but also made public security a major headache for the Governor.

Especially in the slums where the lower-class population is heavily concentrated, unimaginable crimes occur in the dark all the time. Since rumors have reached even coachmen who belong to a privileged class of servants, it indicates significant problems have indeed erupted in the slums.

"No need, just go directly," Aiven opened his eyes and spoke blandly. Confident in his sword, he wasn’t concerned with the rumors of unrest the coachman mentioned.

Coachman Hoyl wasn’t as concerned about the alleged unrest rumors either; it was just some shady dealings among the rats in the dark.

Although this carriage didn’t bear a noble family crest, it did feature the crossed anchor and sword naval emblem, indicating the owner’s identity as either a Navy officer or family member, equally a symbol of status.

Especially in a military port like "New Inn Port," where the Kingdom Fleet is stationed, this emblem holds more sway than a common noble’s coat of arms!

Crack—

A whip cracked out, and the carriage drove straight forward, entering the slums where the darkness seemed denser than elsewhere.

Da da da...

At this hour, the slum roads without even gas lamps installed had few pedestrians. Anyone still wandering quickly stepped aside as the carriage passed.

In a world where class solidification is more severe than in the past, rigid hierarchy has penetrated deep into everyone’s bones.

Ports like "New Inn Port" are tolerable, but in some inland nations’ traditional noble territories, there’s even the outdated habit of commoners not being allowed to look nobles directly in the eye, evoking sighs.

The carriage passed through the slums. Though malicious glances occasionally swept from the darkness on the street sides, no one dared to act.

However.

Sometimes trouble doesn’t seek us out, but it doesn’t mean we can remain oblivious to wrongdoing.

Aiven’s most advanced witchcraft outcome is undoubtedly his Sea Bird Reconnaissance Corps. Despite not often appearing beside Aiven, the sea birds transformed through the "Galliot Bird Transformation Technique" were actually spread throughout nearly half of New Inn Port.

A certain common sea bird preening its feathers under a roof might be one of Aiven’s eyes and ears.

For a large sea port, the presence of hundreds of various sea birds is as inconspicuous as a drop in a bucket.

As the carriage moved along the street, deep within the slums, sea birds were already transmitting clear images via "Base Station" Owl Bass directly into Aiven’s mind.

...

"Let go of me, you bastards! Who are you? Where are you taking me?!"

In a filthy alley with sewage flowing, two tall masked men were jointly carrying a petite figure, running swiftly.

"Idiot, make her shut up. Is this your first time doing grunt work, rookie? Hurry up!"

"Got it, boss."

"Mmm mmm mmm..." Quickly, the sound was muffled, leaving only suppressed sobs echoing, which failed to attract anyone’s attention.

The trio traversed through poorly conditioned alleys, heading towards the border between the slums and the commercial district.

"Boss, what do the bigwigs at the ’Blood Hand Gang’ want with these weak, emaciated teens? They look like skeletons; not even fit as slaves," the leading man felt stifled by the silent, dark alley, initiating conversation with the older brother guiding him.

"Shut up! Can we gossip about the bigwigs’ affairs? Find the target, deliver it, collect the bounty, and scram. Know too much, and us lackeys won’t live long; you got it?!" The boss was displeased with his chatter, giving a stern rebuke.

"Yes, yes, yes, I got it, boss. Just follow the boss’s lead, say nothing, know nothing.

The boss is so clever, tricking those kids into touching the glowing stone with candy.

While they’re eating candy, they don’t know we’ll abduct the child who can make the stone glow later at night, and they’ll never return. Hehehe..."

During the first half of his speech, the boss was gratified that his newly acquired idiot junior finally got smart. But the second half made his anger boil, spewing smoke from all seven orifices, as such talk shouldn’t be blurted out randomly on the street!

"Shut your mouth, from now on don’t utter another word. Speak again, and I’ll slice off your tongue!"

Unable to understand how his compliments faltered, the man muttered an aggrieved "Oh" and dared not speak again.

In silence.

The two eventually arrived at the "delivery" spot situated at the junction between the commercial district and the slums, a derelict warehouse packed with abandoned wooden crates.

The receiver was a middle-aged man wearing a wide-brimmed leather hat and dressed in a black trench coat.

His face remained hidden in the shadow beneath the brim, revealing only a stubbly chin. Even after making several "deliveries," the lackeys had never seen the man’s appearance clearly.

Seeing the pair carrying a young girl, he showed no surprise and walked directly up to them.

"Put her down!" a cold, low voice emanated from beneath the brim.

The two dared not delay even a second, nor utter a surplus word, obediently placing the frail girl down on the ground.