Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon-Chapter 225 - 224 This is Just a Good Deal

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Chapter 225: Chapter 224 This is Just a Good Deal

Chapter 225 -224 This is Just a Good Deal

“Commodore Phineal, I see the sailors on deck moving cannonballs, what does this mean!”

In the command cabin of the flagship Bilow, Ryan frowned and interrogated the fleet commander, “I’ve already emphasized to you that Magnificent Castle has not fallen into the hands of the Heretical Cult or mobsters, and the city is still in perfect order. All the fleet needs to do is approach for patrol. Even if Mr. Farrelan has fallen into the hands of the Paradise Sect, we can resolve this through negotiation!”

Phineal leisurely poured himself a cup of coffee before slowly replying, “I must remind you, Colonel Ryan, that I am the commander of this fleet, not you. The intelligence you provide can serve as a reference but cannot be taken for reality. A simple logic applies here, with the lord’s disappearance and the city still maintaining basic order, may I interpret this as the Paradise Sect assuming the lord’s functions? This is a scenario absolutely not permissible under Kingdom law.”

He took a sip of his coffee and said, “Once people get hold of power, it is difficult for them to let go easily, and I have encountered this many times. So adding a little more pressure to them would not be a bad thing for either of us.”

“Do you intend to bombard the city?” Ryan asked in a lowered voice.

“I recall you mentioning that this church’s stronghold is in the Yeni Temple, right?” Phineal glanced at the city map on the table, “If a few cannonballs were to land within ten meters of the temple, I think their leaders would become much more amenable to discussion.”

“The area around the temple is residential; how can you guarantee that the cannonballs won’t go astray?” Ryan said incredulously, “We are an investigation team, not a combat unit, and your task is to protect us during our investigation!”

“Colonel sir, I am protecting you right now!” The other’s tone became impatient, “One member of the investigation team is still missing to this day; he might very well be imprisoned by your so-called Paradise Sect. Without sufficient deterrence, who would ensure his safety? You?”

“Even if this could exchange Mr. Farrelan back, we would become enemies of the Paradise Sect!” Ryan shook his head, “Believe me, you wouldn’t want to be enemies with a sect that has defeated the Evil God firsthand.”

“Really?” Phineal seemed to hear some joke, his mouth curving up slightly, “But Mr. Ryan… the navy is different from the army; we are the sharpest sword of the Kingdom and have never feared any enemy.”

Ryan clenched his fists involuntarily. With a single thought, the next second could have the middle-aged man’s nose smashed into his brain, but he ultimately held back. Factional strife within the military was a big taboo in the Kingdom, and he could not fail the trust of the Crown Prince here.

“Please refrain from ordering any bombardment before the situation has been clarified.”

He forced himself to bow respectfully.

Phineal did not reply to him but simply waved his hand, signaling for him to leave the command cabin.

After Ryan left fuming, another door in the room opened and Sir Durin emerged, displaying pride, “I did not expect the most cowardly member of the investigation team to be a Grandmaster Level Warrior. Thankfully, Commodore sir understands the gravity of the situation. By this point, Magnificent Castle is already in the hands of outlaws.”

“They are really executing nobles?” Phineal turned to look at him.

“I have seen it with my own eyes.” Durin pointed to heaven with his right hand, indicating the truth of his words, “Mr. Ryan hardly mentioned this because there’s a hidden context. As far as I know, one of his former lovers is also in the city, previously from the military academy, considered his junior, but now a member of the Paradise Sect. That’s why Mr. Ryan doesn’t want us to engage in conflict with the sect.”

“Those with titles and honors should not die at the hands of a sect never heard of before.” Phineal walked to the porthole, looking at the twin six-inch guns at the bow already adjusting their angle, “Their status granted by the Kingdom was earned through merit and blood. Even if it is to be stripped, only the royalty has the authority to judge.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Durin elegantly made a gesture of acknowledgment.

“And the terms you put forth before…”

“Of course, they all hold. If your fleet can drive away the Paradise Sect, my inauguration date will come much earlier. That way, you’ll also get your one-fifth share of the ore profits much sooner,” declared the knight confidently.

“These damn people are really making things worse!” Ryan returned to the deck, angry, and complained to Katrina, who was facing the sea, “You should also go and say something! Aren’t you worried about the fleet clashing with the Paradise Sect?”

The latter brushed away her windswept hair, replying indifferently, “I came here to investigate the Heretical Cult; your conflicts don’t concern me.”

Ryan was left momentarily speechless.

He realized that as a leader, he really lacked presence.

But upon further reflection, it seemed like the person making decisions along the way had always been the detective, and he only gave his approval at the end.

Ryan scratched his head, straining his brain, “But the Paradise Sect is a force that directly confronts the heretics, and they should have the most information about the heretical cult. If they treat us as enemies, won’t you lose an important source of intelligence?”

This time, Katrina didn’t reject him.

She turned to glance at Ryan, a hint of surprise in her eyes, “So you have been thinking after all.”

“What do you mean? I’ve always been trying to think of solutions!” Ryan frowned.

“No, it’s nothing. You’re right, but it’s not the place of a priest from the Mechanical Sect to interfere with the decisions made by the commander of the kingdom’s fleet—even if the fleet only has five ships,” Katrina said with regret, “but you can have my moral support. In principle, I don’t wish for conflict to break out either.”

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Moral support, what’s the use of that!

Ryan was about to try persuading her again when suddenly a strange humming sound came from the sky.

No bird could make such a sound, which sounded more like some sort of regularly functioning mechanical creation.

He looked up toward the origin of the sound—only to see a vague silhouette within the murky clouds coming toward the fleet at a rather fast speed.

“What’s wrong?” Katrina noticed his distraction.

“Look up, there’s something coming this way,” Ryan said softly.

The priestess watched for a while before she noticed what he was pointing out. During those ten or more seconds, the shadow had grown much larger, and its outline was now vaguely distinguishable.

By now, the humming sound had surpassed the waves beneath them, and they could hear a sharp screeching noise mixed within it.

That was the sound of the object screaming through the air at high speed due to friction.

Not just Ryan and Katrina, but the busy sailors on deck also noticed this unusual scene—they unanimously put down their work and looked up at the sky.

About ten seconds later, the shadow had dropped from the height of the clouds to about four or five hundred meters above the sea level and kept getting closer to the fleet. Ryan could see its entire form now—without any doubt, it was definitely a man-made machine. It had symmetrical wings and a towering tail, its metallic shell painted green, and the rhythmic booming sound was coming from its head.

“What is that? A seagull?” The sailors, whose perception was far from Ryan’s, were still chattering about the true identity of the shadow.

“Have you ever seen a seagull that large? It’s at least four or five meters long. Not even an eagle could reach that size!”

“Could it be a sea monster? I’ve heard they not only swim fast but can also fly in the sky.”

“Regardless of what it is, everyone better grab your fire guns! If it dares to come close to Bilow, we’ll shoot it down!” the bosun commanded.

“How could there possibly be sea monsters here?” Katrina muttered, “Hasn’t the route from the Old Continent to Magnificent Castle been in operation for decades?”

Ryan’s eyes grew wider and wider, almost unable to believe what he was witnessing—

“It’s not any sea monster, that’s a man-made machine, and there are even people sitting on top of it!”