I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 266 Arrival in Gear City (Part 2)

"Uh"

Seeing Ron's confident face, Vivian was speechless for a moment.

The Federation and the Kingdom of Oran have different cultures, and their differing ideologies will inevitably lead to intense friction.

In other words, most people in the Commonwealth scoff at, dismiss, and are alienated and prejudiced against the idea of ​​believing in a god.

Ron's race is human, which adds another layer of racial discrimination.

If he were walking on the street by himself, his magazine might be emptied.
Vivian thought sadly.

The reason I didn't mention those things before was simply because the Kingdom of Oran was a human-dominated nation, and Verex was worried that he would be killed if he went into too much detail.

"So you mean I'll be subjected to humiliation, discrimination, and verbal abuse, and even be treated as the prime suspect if anyone commits a crime?!"

Upon hearing Vivian's explanation, Ron's eyes widened in disbelief.

Oh no, I've become a black man!

"Well, it's not that serious, but humans do have some issues."

Vivian hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject and said:
"Well, my brother and I didn't feel anything, but the other councilors and most of the demi-humans didn't know."

"Anyway, you must be careful. With the Moon Shadow Clan and Zelina around, no one will do anything to you!"

At that moment, Ron felt a long-lost sense of care and respect.

As a kind-hearted person who was not good at causing trouble for others and was also timid and afraid of trouble, he couldn't help but feel warm inside.

"Actually, it's okay if you don't remind me."

Hearing this, Vivian smiled, thinking to herself:
No, it's very relevant. I'm afraid you might not be able to resist committing hundreds of murders!

As a pure-blooded member of the Federation's vampire clan, although she understood Ron's personality to some extent, some deeply ingrained ideas still made her view him with prejudice.

Of course, this is not directed at Ron.

Instead, they always held a moderate, somewhat skewed prejudice against the papacy, which believed in divine supremacy.

There's a saying within the Federation: "Ideas are the ladder of technological progress, while closed-mindedness is like putting your underwear over your head."

One eye can't see as clearly as two.

“Mr. Ron, I’m glad you understand. I have other things to do. See you later.”

Having completed the task assigned by her useless brother, Vivian turned to leave.

"Miss Vivian, how long will it take us to reach the Radiant Federation?"

how long it takes?
Vivian paused slightly, turned around, frowned and pondered for a moment, then said based on theoretical data:

"A normal sailing and steam-powered ironclad would take about a month, but the Creville is a product of Federation technology."

"Without obstacles, at full speed, and without worrying about surprise attacks, it will only take a little over a week."

-

A little over a week, neither fast nor slow.

During this period, the Federation fleet did not suffer any unexpected accidents.

Ron spent his days either studying his newly acquired divinity, doing good deeds on the ship, or asking Olivia for tips on becoming a legend.

As the saying goes, nothing is impossible for a willing heart.

Surprisingly, on the ship with limited manpower, Ron actually managed to do a few good things.

This includes, but is not limited to, polishing the deck until it shines, and also doing exceptionally diligent sanding and polishing.

Rescuing the captain of the patrol team who accidentally fell into the sea.
Rescuing a sailor who has accidentally fallen into the sea.
Rescuing mission members who accidentally fell into the sea.

Rescuing Verex, who accidentally fell into the sea.

Rescuing a nun who accidentally fell into the sea.

In just a few days after Ron boarded the ship, he gained a whopping 428 points of proficiency.

This is truly a wonderful thing.

In addition, his superior was utterly shocked that Ron had become a fifth-order rank and gave him empty praise.

At the time, Olivia said this:

"Ron, you don't happen to possess some ancient treasure that makes you stronger by killing people, do you?"

According to her observations, her trusted subordinates always experienced a significant increase in strength after defeating powerful enemies.

This inevitably sparked a flood of thoughts in the intelligent Olivia.

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Ron was quite shocked at the time, never expecting that the president's IQ would be so accurate.

However, he quickly calmed down and reiterated that he got to where he is today entirely due to hard work and talent.

As for Elena, she has been nowhere to be seen these past few days except for harassing Ron a few times at night.

I don't know what they're up to, it's something shady.

buzzing-

Amidst the piercing whistle of the ship, Ron, who was on deck ready to rescue people at any moment, looked into the distance and vaguely saw a lighthouse in the thick morning fog.

Is it finally here?
Ron sighed inwardly and quickly went to the bow of the ship, trying to get a closer look.

The lighthouse stands amidst the waves, like an iron nail, unmoved no matter how the waves crash against it.

Just then, Verex and Vivian appeared beside Ron, each holding a communicator flashing with characters.

Spit. Spit
The abnormal noise from the interference was crackling loudly, and Verex's face grew increasingly serious.

"what happened?"

Seeing this, Ron's heart couldn't help but flutter with unease.

Verex said in a deep voice:
"If we can see the lighthouse, it means we are 13 kilometers away from the port and have entered the communication range."

As soon as her brother finished speaking, Vivian said in a deep voice:

“We called the port several times, but we never received a response.”

The two vampires' faces grew increasingly somber, as if silently conveying something.

"So, what does this mean?" Ron asked cautiously, his overactive imagination running wild.

What kind of deserted and fog-shrouded port was it? What kind of port was it that was the site of a large-scale murder? What kind of port was it that was occupied by cultists and turned into the territory of an evil god?

Damn it, why did this happen?!
As he thought about it, Ron's face suddenly turned pale.

Seeing the blond boy's appearance, Vivian's already pale face turned even paler.

“Mr. Ron, this means that the port’s ground staff are on leave and there is no one on duty.”

"Damn it, why can they take vacations while I have to work diligently every day?"

Hearing his sister's complaints, Verex also looked heartbroken.

"Yes, the ocean has never been valued by the council, so port-related jobs have a lot of holidays."

"Unfortunately, we were hit with it today."

"Damn it, so what if I become a senator!"

Is it just a holiday and nothing else?
Why are you all making that face if nothing's wrong?

Upon hearing this, Ron suddenly twisted his back.
However, when I think about how I've worked hard for three months, defeating countless formidable opponents, but haven't had a single complete day off...
His pupils dilated in shock, and he shared the same expression as the Verex siblings.

At that moment, a piercing interference sound came through the communicator, along with the port pilot's unclear instructions.

"Screeching sound, this is Gear Port. Screeching sound, Clifton, please proceed to Port Three."

-

For the Commonwealth, there is only one occasion in which they may speak of God in public: when denouncing the Rebels and the evil gods worshipped by those traitors.

This is the most popular form of political correctness right now, and even Harrison, a member of parliament, is not immune to it.

Or rather, as someone from the upper echelons of the wealthy class, he had to set an example.

"Finally here. Breathing the same air as those poor bastards is giving me a respiratory infection."

Looking at himself in the mirror, dressed smartly, with dark green skin, a beard, and a braid, Harrison nodded in satisfaction.

"Cindy, bring me my cane."

The goblin turned and gave the order.

As soon as he finished speaking, a human girl with a blank expression walked into the luxuriously furnished guest room. She was holding a gold-inlaid cane.

Although the Federation is home to many races with sharp conflicts and a hierarchy of contempt, it is still a nation with a diverse population.

But for Harrison, the races within the Union were broadly divided into only two types of people.

Rich people and poor people.

As long as you have money, you can easily buy a seat in the Federation Council. As long as you have money, even a goblin can enjoy the service of vampires, elves, and human girls.

Harrison, a goblin of his generation, relished seeing females, who considered themselves superior races, suffer unbearable pain.

The more they suffered, the more excited Harrison became.

"Cindy, I really don't like it that you went in with your left foot first. You're getting 30% of your salary deducted this month!"

what! ?

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the girl named Cindy's face immediately showed an expression of extreme pain.

Yes, yes, that's exactly the feeling of being bullied with wealth!

It’s so cool!
Harrison was captivated, he took off, he was superb.

Soon, entering a period of clarity, he finally remembered his business.

The Radiant Federation is not entirely ignorant of that distant continent.

The captured ironclad ship crew members already had a deep understanding of the Kingdom of Oran.

They were poor, backward, and ideologically rigid, and were also controlled by foolish beliefs.

Of course, none of the above is important; it simply gives the vast majority of federal legislators the capital to disregard the Kingdom of Oran.

What truly made them restrain themselves and deeply excited was that the legendary hometown of Chrisel, the creator of magical technology a thousand years ago, was located there.

Rumors are now rampant within the Federation.

Some say that the legendary inventor left behind weapons powerful enough to destroy the world in his hometown.
Some even claimed that Chrisel left behind a technical manual for the immortality device in her hometown.
Some say that Chrisel wasn't born with the ability to invent, but rather that her hometown possessed an ancient treasure that could enhance human intelligence.

In short, there are many conflicting opinions.

The only plausible explanation is that it was designed by Chrisel as a "defense system" to deal with a terrifying enemy.

According to her surviving manuscripts, that weapon was so powerful that it could easily kill even legendary-level experts.

Even the Elf Queen, known for her gentleness, had to change her attitude after receiving the news, switching from opposing the war to remaining silent.

"A weapon that could inspire such legendary genius to dedicate all his efforts to design is truly something to look forward to..."

-

Amid cheers, the Virkri slowly sailed into Port No. 3.

As soon as he stepped off the ship, Ron felt the overwhelming technological superiority of the Federation.

The huge port didn't have a single staff member.

"Vellex, I didn't expect the Federal Terminal to be so advanced, it even uses fully automated port entry."

As he spoke, Ron pointed to the empty registration desk, his face full of admiration.

To be honest, Ron has always been interested in the Federation's technology, and even brought Mr. Sid along, all so that he could live a lazy life with air conditioning and computers in his lifetime.

"Ah this..."

Hearing Ron's seemingly genuine praise, Velex awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

"Lord Ron, we're not that far ahead yet."

"Although the Federation was unable to sail far in the past millennium, it still had some control over the coastal waters."

"So, we might actually be caught in a port holiday."

hateful!

Ron's lips twitched, but just then he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow out of the corner of his eye.

The shadowy figure gave him an unusually familiar feeling, its aura eerie and unpredictable, as if it had seen through everything about Ron in an instant.

"Watch out, there's an assassin!"

At that moment, Verex also realized something was wrong.

His entire body suddenly flew uncontrollably to the left.

The next instant, a deep purple, rotting ray suddenly pierced through the spot where he had just been, instantly penetrating the metal ground of the dock and leaving behind a pool of rotting metallic slime.

Ron released his grip on Verex's shoulder and quickly said to him:
"Get back to the ship first, leave this to me!"

Ron was extremely interested in the ease with which the offer was made.

Upon hearing this, Verex hesitated, frowned, and said:
"Damn it, it was my oversight. There must be cultists hiding on our ship!"

"Why don't we go back to the ship together? The person who came must be a follower of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and a Thousand Visions."

"Their magic is dangerous and bizarre; there's no need to fight them head-on. We can avoid a direct confrontation for now."

Upon hearing this, Ron, who had recently leveled up and was feeling quite arrogant, curled his lip.

I'll avoid his sharp edge!

"It's alright, I'm a professional at dealing with cult members!"

Ron gave a thumbs-up, revealing his small white teeth, instantly reminding Verex of the other person's identity.

The ruler of the Oran Kingdom's papacy, and the first generation of divine messengers.

It is indeed a perfect match for my major.

Verex felt slightly relieved, but at the same time, a black shadow flashed in the corner of his eye.

"Got you!"

Ron's body surged with pale golden magic, and he instantly leaped a hundred meters away with a single sword strike.

The sword flashed like lightning, slicing the crane's metal base into four pieces as easily as cutting tofu.

However, the dark figure remained completely unharmed, continuing to flicker in Ron's peripheral vision.

It was as if some strange force had reduced his existence to an extreme, making him impossible to observe or detect.

The feeling of being secretly observed reminded Ron of an old friend.

It's definitely Mr. "Squint".

"The Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions?"

Recalling Verex's warning, Ron had a bad feeling.

He also remembered being hunted down with Mr. "Squint" when he was traveling back to the past and returning to the present.

Now it seems that the pursuer is most likely the Lord of a Thousand Faces, an evil god who harbors absolute malice towards Ron.

Oh no, I've walked right into their trap!

(End of this chapter)