The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 492: Volume Eleven: shrouded in Fog and Smoke - Four: The Voyage

Chapter 492: Volume Eleven: shrouded in Fog and Smoke Chapter Four: The Voyage

"Mr. Rebry, it seems your profession changes with your hobbies, be it a mage, adventurer, magic item manufacturer, or even a salesman. Your natural optimism is something I deeply envy. I would be content if I could achieve that state of mind one day."

Komer’s compliment lacked any emotional color, making it hard to tell if there was any sarcasm or mockery, and Rebry seemed unbothered by it. Their focus appeared to be elsewhere.

"Well then, Lord, I don’t think you came here just to praise my variety of hobbies, haha. So, is the plan to go to the swamp all set? It looks like you intend to have Mage Lome also wade into these murky waters. It seems that our Lord has gained some insights from tutoring this defector from the Church of Light. Are you really that confident in her?"

The mocking tone carried an undercurrent of disapproval as the sloppy mage gently swayed the nameless short rod in his hand.

Komer wasn’t sure if the item was the mage’s experimental magic wand, but its shape was quite unique; it was both thick and short, resembling a mallet more than anything, with equally smooth ends and not a single decorative pattern, yet he handled it with great dexterity, like a circus clown performing on the streets, radiating a sense of comedic absurdity.

"Mr. Rebry, you need not worry too much about this. Ms. Lome’s performance has far exceeded our expectations, and you cannot deny that the Church of Light has a significant advantage in selecting their disciples. The many devout believers allow them to comfortably choose excellent candidates with ease. Ms. Lome’s aptitude is undoubtedly top-notch. After experiencing the grandeur of light magic, it’s time she gains an understanding of the depth of dark magic. By the way, I forgot to mention, the dark doctrines and principles of dark magic seem to have a natural allure for Ms. Lome—a very welcome phenomenon indeed."

Komer’s words brimmed with high praise for his disciple. Rebry even wanted to remind him that all she had buried deep in her memory as a light mage could potentially resurface at any moment. He was unclear on the method Komer used to make this powerful light mage lose her memory.

"Alright then, if you have such strong trust in Ms. Lome, I won’t belabor the point. Everything on my end is ready; I await your orders, Lord. The Jellyfish People don’t seem to have any bases near Caucasus; they’re mostly situated to the west, near the marshy borders of the Duchy of Rosenbourg and the Luval City-State. Where do you plan to make contact with them?"

Shrugging his shoulders, the sloppy mage seemed to know that at times, the Baron could be quite stubborn. He tactfully avoided lingering on the issue.

"Let’s head for the Duchy of Rosenbourg; there should be some ways there. I, too, look forward to visiting some old friends," Komer’s gaze brightened.

There were originally three routes to the Duchy of Rosenbourg. The first was naturally through Leon, entering the Busen Plain after passing through the Greenland Great Forest, then heading west to Galle, and from there, continuing westward to reach the heartlands of the Northern Alliance, then south through the Bohemia Kingdom to enter Luxembourg Duchy. However, this route was no longer viable due to the burning of Bruce Fortress’s floating bridge.

The second route was generally in the same direction, taking a ship northward from Mattdam Port, entering Odessa Port and transferring to a riverboat in the Canal Area, continuing the journey by boat to Galle, and then traveling by land to Luxembourg.

The third route was only theoretical because it had not been carved out; it would require one to traverse the desolate and expansive Cordillera Wilderness Area, sneak through the small paths into the south’s complex duchies and city-states after crossing the barbarians’ territory, and crossing upstream of the Catania River from the Lourwa City-State into the heartland of Luxembourg Duchy.

Rebry suggested crossing the Cordillera Wilderness from the southern Continent to infiltrate Luxembourg, but Komer vetoed this.

Even though this route seemed simpler and getting permission from the barbarians was no problem, Komer didn’t want to enter the southern lands from barbarian territory. The current border was fraught with hostility; if a few mortals were to walk out of the barbarian land unharmed, it would draw attention from the city-states and countries in the south. In the current situation, Komer didn’t want his influence to reach that extent, as that would not benefit Caucasus.

That left the sea route, transferring at Odessa as the only option. The only risk of this route was passing through the Nether Sea’s central region, controlled by the Homer Navy. With the Homer Navy’s current surveillance of ships entering and exiting Mattdam, avoiding inspection, especially when entering Odessa, was almost impossible.

However, Komer didn’t see this as a risk; a simple disguise would suffice to tackle the problem. The Homer Navy Fleet mainly targeted cargo ships, not passenger ships; their focus on monitoring goods far surpassed the attention paid to travelers.

The azure sea gently lapped against the ship’s hull as Komer sat quietly in the central cabin’s private room. Lome was evidently not well-adapted to life aboard, her initial excitement upon leaving Mattdam Port quickly dissipated by the rocky voyage, leaving her with exhaustion.

The black ash wood of the ship’s body showed that the owner had put some effort into its upkeep. The private room was decently designed, and while the plush curtain had worn a bit thin, a simple vase holding the most common wild lilies of Caucasus added a touch of embellishment. At least in Komer’s eyes, it wasn’t too garish or tacky; the simple decor and semi-worn materials lent an aura of tasteful elegance.

In the opposite cabin, the girl had already fallen into a deep sleep. The continuous rocking made her, who seemed to have never experienced such a sensation, vomit miserably. After finally settling down, a trace of impatience appeared in the captain’s eyes. If not for the sake of the Gold Shield, Komer estimated that they might have been asked to move to regular cabins.

Rebry and Solonberg occupied the remaining two private rooms. Four out of the six cabins were taken up by Komer’s party of four, which explains the captain’s vexation.