A Scientific Urban Detective.

Chapter 898 William Orwell

Clutching the lotus staff, now only half intact, Agnes Santis glanced warily toward the hatch. Suddenly, she realized she might be being too tense—what dangers might lurk here?

This is a Roman Catholic ship. Putting aside the excellent properties of the hull itself, the ship is also protected by countless spells, so even if it encounters a tsunami, it can safely sail out and there is almost no possibility of it sinking.

As for pirate hijacking... truly powerful and influential pirates wouldn't dare to mess with this ship, and minor figures who don't recognize it are not worth mentioning; the cruise ship's security department can easily deal with them.

Just as Agnes Santis was thinking, the hatch was pushed open.

A figure appeared at the doorway.

His muscular frame almost filled the entire doorway. He was wearing a blue long-sleeved golf outfit with a white T-shirt over it, and matching blue casual trousers.

His strong muscles stretched the casual clothes so tight they looked like they might burst at any moment...

In an environment dominated by priests and magicians, Agnes Santis rarely saw such a strong man—it felt completely out of place in the Christian community.

But the moment Agnes Santis saw him, she realized from the bottom of her heart—this was a member of the Church of Christ, and a rather high-ranking one at that…

—Wasn't the Papal City's reaction far too swift this time? The people in charge of the revenge operation have already arrived?

Agnes Santis had mixed feelings—she had thought she could stall for a little longer, but now it seemed there was no going back.

The verdict for their defeated army will probably come along with this man, right?
The man at the door scrutinized the nuns who were poised for battle in the hall. Hundreds of spells were aimed at the door at the same time, but he remained unfazed, seemingly ignoring these harmless attacks.

The battle nuns exchanged bewildered glances, some wavering—the man's reaction and expression reminded them of Lin Wuming, whom they had encountered not long ago…

"Good morale," the man nodded, seemingly approving, yet also stating a fact. "There's still hope."

“Who are you?” Agnes Santis stepped forward.

“You can call me ‘Water,’ that’s all you need to know,” the man asked. “Now tell me about the battle situation. What are your casualties?”

Immediately afterwards, Shui's gaze swept across the hall again: "It seems there were no casualties..."

“You’re right, we…” Agnes Santis said, pursing her lips, “We have no casualties, everyone is safe…”

"Yes, the enemy is strong. Is it that Lin Wuming?" The water behind him nodded steadily. "He knows magic?"

“…I’m sorry, we failed to find out,” Agnes Santis said.

They lost so quickly that they didn't even get a glimpse of their opponent's hand—it's really hard to explain.

The water behind him didn't seem to care and continued to ask, "What about the Book of Law?"

“According to verification, Osora Aquinas only possessed a flawed interpretation method, but due to ignorance, he mistakenly believed he had found the correct method,” Agnes Santis quickly said.

This is probably the only "achievement" they can show off; at least the fundamental goal of "preventing the power of the Book of Law from spilling out" has been achieved.

Of course, this was actually a verification and clarification conducted in front of her because the Puritans were worried about causing trouble.

In this way, Sister Osora loses her greatest value, and the Roman Catholic Church will not get entangled with the Puritans over such a trivial matter... "It seems that the rule of the Catholic Church is still secure." Rear Water nodded, "This matter ends here. You can report to His Holiness the Pope when you return."

"Then you..."

“I’m here to handle something else,” said the person behind the water.

As he spoke, he stepped forward and "squeezed" himself into the hall.

Agnes Santis involuntarily took a step back, and the nuns around her were even more tense, with several of them even dropping their spiritual garments to the ground.

Objectively speaking, he was just a relatively strong man, his physique not exceeding the normal range for humans; but to the battle nuns at this moment, it was as if they were facing not a person, but a mountain or an ocean...

"In your opinion..." asked the person behind, "who is stronger, Lin Wuming or me?"

Agnes Santis opened her mouth, resisting the pressure from the other person without falling, and finally shook her head with difficulty: "I'm sorry, I can't make a comparison."

The water behind her did not blame her, but said thoughtfully, "I see. So it is that powerful? You were not wronged in your defeat. That was indeed an enemy you could not fight."

"Huh?" As if seeing a glimmer of hope, the nuns all looked up.

—It wasn't a crime of war. If this important figure had testified, their punishment might have been greatly reduced!

"May the Lord bless you with a safe journey." The water behind her ignored the nuns and turned to leave the hall.

The heavy pressure suddenly disappeared, and the nuns immediately dropped their spiritual garments and collapsed to the ground.

Agnes Santis kicked off her beloved platform shoes and sat down on the floor, disregarding her image.

At that moment, she finally understood why her nun unit was almost the only fully-fledged military force in the Roman Catholic Church.

Because it doesn't need it—the Roman Orthodox Church, which possesses the powerful element of "water," doesn't actually need a so-called "army."

In the face of absolute power, numerical superiority is meaningless!
“Speaking of which…” After a long silence, one of the nuns suddenly spoke up, “We’re more than ten nautical miles from the shore, aren’t we? How is that man going to get ashore? And how did he get on the ship? The sisters outside haven’t seen any ships or aircraft approaching.”

The group of battle nuns exchanged glances before one of them said, "That's one of the Church's top experts; he must have his own methods, right?"

……

The water behind used a high-speed stealth technique, the same technique that the British knights used to travel halfway around the world to Japan.

Strictly speaking, it was actually the exclusive magic of the British Knights, and it was almost never passed on to outsiders.

"However, you were just one step away from completing your knightly insignia and joining us," the Knights Commander said loudly from the breakwater on the shore. "Therefore, these magical formulas were not kept secret from you, and you have always been a quick learner..."

With a splash, a figure emerged from the seawater and stood directly on the surface, facing the Knight Commander in the distance.

“As expected of you, your mastery of this technique far surpasses that of my lads,” the Knight Commander said. “William Orwell.”

(End of this chapter)