Chapter 58: Krit Port
Actually, by last night, the wounds had mostly healed. Talking to Raphael like this was just a way to lure the enemy deeper, waiting for her to realize something was wrong before capturing her, who had been careless. I must say, the physical bonuses and reproductive capabilities from the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans are truly formidable, as seen from just a simple incident last night.
Inside Fisher’s carriage, there was spatial magic, so the soundproofing was quite good; otherwise, just a room apart, Mill and Ral wouldn’t have appeared so natural in the morning.
Early the next day, after everything was tidied up, Fisher prepared to head north to Krit Port.
After a day of rest, the carriage picked up speed, entering the wilderness from the resting forest and heading north. Within half a day’s journey, Fisher could vaguely see the traces left by the war between Shivali and the subhumans in the distance.
Shivali is also known as the “Land of the Sun,” and was extremely skilled in close combat before the technological revolution.
Several centuries ago, during the war with Nali, they attacked the capital of Nali three times, historically known as the “Shame of Godlin.” Godlin is the royal family name of Nali, derived from the ancient Emperor of Nali during its peak, who named it after requesting the high pope there, meaning “God’s Commandments,” symbolizing his majesty throughout the continent.
But his descendants, hundreds of years later, were repeatedly driven to the coastal corners by Shivali’s Sun Knights, playing hide-and-seek with the enemy in their own territory, with wives and children abandoning them to flee, showing just how ferocious Shivali was at that time.
Thus, Shivali upholds martial power, forming a unique centralised political system where the parliament is essentially a facade, and power is in the hands of the king and several major clans.
Oh, by the way, this is probably also the source of their noble preference for handsome men.
Fisher guessed, having not published any articles for fear of being severely criticized by Shivali’s scholars.
Since the technological revolution, Shivali has embarked on an irreversible path of explosives research. The artillery of Shivali is the most ferocious in the Western Continent. For different buildings, groups, and other targets, they have various specialized bombs; the research on firearms and ships lags far behind. They leverage their ancestors’ advantages in close combat, first bombarding the enemy’s positions fiercely, and when the enemy’s formation weakens, they organize soldiers to charge in for close-quarters combat.
Sometimes, their own artillery fire hasn’t even ceased, and the soldiers have already charged through their own bombardment, leaving no chance for the enemy to react.
The same goes for the battles against subhumans this time; although not an official army, the general combat strategy remains unchanged, no wonder Raphael heard the intense cannon fire that night.
Across the wilderness, deep pits over two meters deep could be seen everywhere, with many corpses of goblins, centaurs, and sheepkin lying on the battlefield, some intact, some mangled, all lost to life.
One could occasionally spot one or two Shivali soldiers in red military uniforms, but they often had many subhuman corpses piled around them.
It was clear to see the final outcome: the subhumans had lost.
The door behind Fisher was open, and Raphael inside silently witnessed everything, even catching the lingering smell of gunpowder.
Yet her expression showed no change, silently committing the scene to memory.
Luckily, it seemed this was the last battlefield where subhumans and humans fought. After defeating the remaining forces here, the soldiers of Shivali turned back and entered the forest; the gold mine they desired seemed to lie in that direction.
Thus, Fisher and the others did not encounter any humans midway, nor did they come across any living subhumans; they safely traversed this stretch of wilderness.
After another day of traveling, this place was no longer the strict wilderness it once was, as the grass on the ground had been trampled down into a path by passing carriages, indicating that human carriages often traveled here.
Walking a bit further, Fisher encountered several passing carriages: two from Nali and one from Shivali, seemingly travelers who had recently arrived in the Southern Continent.
Fisher tugged the reins; before them, a large field of lavender stretched across the wilderness. The lavender, about half a person’s height, swayed in the wind, growing along the hillside, creating a beautiful scene. The sea breeze carried the faint fragrance of lavender, accompanied by the sounds of waves and distant steam whistles.
From here to further away, with the elevation dropping, one could easily see the buildings along the continent’s shore covered in steel and stone bricks, with several massive steamers docked at the shore, their tops billowing black smoke.
They had arrived at Krit Port.
Fisher’s gaze flickered a few times, but he did not move forward; instead, he stopped the carriage at the edge of the lavender field, then opened the carriage door and stepped inside.
Raphael sat by the steps, looking at the furnishings inside the carriage. Ral was beside Mill, nibbling on some bread. Upon seeing Fisher enter, her eyes lit up; Fashir and Keshil still maintained their usual ghostly appearance, though they had no vigilant expressions, only unwilling to speak much to Fisher.
“I need to get some fresh air.”
Once Fisher entered the room, Raphael spoke up from the steps and then opened the carriage door to go outside.
“Fisher, I ate your bread, heh heh.”
“Go ahead.”
Fisher patted her head, then turned to Mill.
“I didn’t lock the fourth door; the supplies are inside, and you’ve already seen the utensils before.”
“Eh?”
Mill instinctively nodded but was quite confused as to why Fisher suddenly told her this.
“You all rest here for a while.”
After Fisher finished speaking, he entered his room and closed the door. A few minutes later, he walked out holding a meat saw.
Ral opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to follow, but was held back by Keshil and Fashir behind her.
“Ral, don’t go, stay here.”
“But…”
“Ral, I said stay here.”
“Alright.”
Ral looked a bit aggrieved at Fisher, who was walking out with a weapon, losing her appetite for bread and instead leaning on Mill.
Outside, the lavender scent wafted in the wind, and Fisher took a deep breath, stepping off the carriage and tossing the meat saw into the field. In front of him, Raphael stood on the lavender hillside, gazing far at the magnificent Krit Port.
“Is that the steamboat you mentioned?”
“Yes.”
Fisher lit a cigarette as he answered.
“It doesn’t look alive.”
“I never said it was alive.”
“.”
Raphael did not speak again, just deeply staring at the enormous ship in the distance, watching it let out a cry and then be pushed away from the port by tremendous force, heading towards the vast ocean. One carriage after another carried humans entering the wilderness of this continent, coming from various countries: Nali, Shivali, Cardu, and even some small nations.
The two of them stood there watching for a long time, then Fisher patted her shoulder.
“I said I’d take you to see a steamboat; did you see it this time?”
“Mm.”
Raphael withdrew her turquoise eyes, turning to look at the man beside her. She took a deep breath, and her expression gradually became more serious.
“I have one last assassination opportunity, right?”
Fisher nodded calmly while smoking.
“Yes.”
“.”
Raphael merely looked at him, her scales flat against her body slowly rising. The crimson light from her horns burst forth, and the steam on her body began to move slowly, stirring the surrounding lavender.
“Your magic is depleted in Feilon City. Even if you’ve carved a bit in these days, it certainly isn’t as abundant as before. But this time, I will still give it my all.”
Fisher also extinguished the cigarette butt silently and walked back to the edge of the carriage, picking up the folded meat saw.
His expression was calm, returning to the cold demeanor from their first meeting. The Nali gentleman’s suit he wore made him look extraordinarily handsome.
Indeed, human clothing only looks good on him.
Raphael thought to herself.
But evidently, Fisher was unaware of her thoughts; he merely unfolded the meat saw in his hand, revealing a slightly silver pattern that was the magic he temporarily carved in these past few days.
The wind rustled the lavender field, carrying his voice.
“Come on, Raphael.”
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