Chapter 341 Struggling Faith
Inside the castle in South Wales.
Azshara was lying comfortably in her nest, with a pile of dried fish on the left, another pile of dried fish on the right, and another pile of dried fish under her pillow.
During this period, Sharon was busy playing puppets, and sometimes she might not move for several days, and she naturally became the boss of the entire castle.
As long as she walked around the kitchen, she could harvest a pile of dried fish, and no one would stop her. They even prepared a small stove for her to cook some food for her.
Compared with cooked food, she felt that the original dried fish tasted the most comfortable.
In addition to material enjoyment, she could sleep until she woke up naturally every day, eat some dried fish when she woke up, and then continue to sleep, and she didn't have to go out for exercise at night.
Sometimes when Sharon finished playing puppets, she would please accompany Sharon to the grass and forest.
Life was so comfortable.
Until someone pinched the back of her neck and lifted her, who was obviously fatter, from her nest, she knew that her dream was coming to an end.
"Azshara, you've had a good meal lately."
There was murderous intent in this sentence, and Azshara hurriedly meowed softly to please the owner who had just returned from an outing.
Hasta glanced at the small piles of dried fish in the nest again, waved his hand, and asked the maids to clean up the nest.
Azshara covered her eyes with her paws, feeling distressed and unable to bear to look directly.
"Your belly has gained at least several pounds."
"Meow!"
Azshara protested, it was only a small roundness, and it would disappear with a few days of exercise.
"It seems that the dried fish needs to be locked in the warehouse to prevent you from getting up in the middle of the night to steal."
"Meow."
After scolding Azshara, who was about to turn into a big orange, Hastur came to Sharon's room. There was no one in the room, and there was even no breath.
"Meow."
Azshara jumped down from Hastur's arms, ran outside a closet, and scratched it gently with her little paws.
Hasta stepped forward and opened the door. In the dark environment, Sharon was motionless and acting as a qualified puppet. .
Breathing, heartbeat, breath, if Sharon was exhibited at this moment, I am afraid no one would think she was a living person.
The whole person looked like an exquisite and beautiful dress-up doll or puppet.
Hasta did not disturb, just took a look and closed the cabinet door again.
After leaving Sharon's room, Hasta came to the study, where Caius had already been waiting with a stack of documents.
Hasta asked him to put the documents on the desk, leaned against the back of the chair, and listened to him talk about the changes in South Wilshire during this period.
It took him thirteen days to go back and forth to Backlund, and most of his time was wasted on the journey.
These days, the storm at sea has become more and more intense, and the Storm Church is about to raise a huge wave to purify the entire sea in one breath.
Except for pirate kings like Nast who can remain unmoved, many pirate groups have withdrawn to the southern continent, away from the sea where the Storm Church is located.
As for the pirates near the coast of South Wilshire, they have basically been wiped out. During this period of time, there has been no incident of pirates robbing merchant ships, and the coastal fishing villages have not been affected.
The maritime trade of each port is becoming more and more prosperous, and the taxes paid are also increasing.
There are even several big businessmen who come forward to donate money, saying that they are to raise military funds for the navy's anti-piracy business.
Everything is developing in a good direction, except for the growing dissatisfaction of Grand Duke Nanweier.
It is naturally unbearable for him to watch himself make a lot of money and gain an excellent reputation.
After all, these eight important ports were his money bags at the beginning.
So he sent two waves of people to invite himself to discuss some matters.
At that time, Hasta had not returned yet, so he naturally declined easily.
"Just say that I need to rest at home for half a month, no, a month, after a trip back and forth."
Hasta made up a random reason and asked Caius to be responsible for sending Grand Duke Nanweier's invitation.
Delay for a while, and if there is any movement in the southern continent, Grand Duke Nanweier will naturally calm down.
"I will go to deal with it now."
After Caius left, Hasta looked at the documents on the desk.
In addition to some important documents signed recently, there are also several bills related to the eight ports.
Hasta first read the data on the bill and murmured, "No wonder Grand Duke Nanwell is so eager and envious. If I collect taxes at this rate for a year, I can at least make a million gold pounds."
120,000 gold pounds, this money is the net profit after deducting various expenses, and he can move it to enrich his own treasury at any time.
Once the port business develops, it will indeed be a huge profit.
This is more than what Earl Hall and his bankers make.
"It seems that I have to let the South Continent make trouble for a while and have no power to look north, so that I can make more gold pounds."
Hasta fell into deep thought, tapping the table with his fingers.
Now that the Mother Tree of Desire and the Super Star Overlord have left the South Continent with the members of the Rose School, the main operators there should be Adam, the True Creator, and the Original Witch.
As for the local forces, unless the God of Death returns, they are destined to become chess pieces on other people's chessboards.
Gray Carrie... let Him continue to stay in the spirit world.
Although the contract was signed, Hasta did not think that he could use the true god who was not sure whether it was the ancestor of the Phoenix or the Hades Emperor Salinger at will.
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At night, the light of the stars shines on the sea, causing the waves to sparkle and sway.
A ship is sailing casually on the Sonia Sea.
It is rumored that the end of the Sonia Sea is the kingdom of the gods. According to the records of the Aurora Society, the kingdom of the Lord is at the end of the Sonia Sea.
Unfortunately, there is a sea of ruins in the middle, blocking all brave explorers.
Mr. A stood at the bow, using the stars in the sky to carefully compare the route on the map to confirm that the direction of the ship will pass through the dangerous area of the Sea of Ruins.
It's a pity that Lord Ouroboros is not here now, otherwise He would definitely know how to pass through the Sea of Ruins and enter the Kingdom of the Lord.
Perhaps I will die in the Sea of Ruins, because the Lord will not allow a traitor who abandons his faith to enter His eternal kingdom.
Mr. A was in a complicated mood and looked at the silent cabin.
He is not a fool. Lord Ouroboros's attitude before has explained everything.
It's just that he didn't want to admit it, so he deceived himself and used lame excuses to avoid the truth.
But the closer he got to the kingdom of the Lord, the more sober he became, and the harder it was to deceive himself.
The one lying in the coffin in the cabin was not the Lord, but a god who came from nowhere.
For some reason, He chose himself and made himself the spokesperson for His communication with the Lord.
"Your heart is confused."
A voice sounded, and Mr. A felt a pious faith in his heart.
"Yes, my heart is confused, merciful Lord, can you answer my doubts?"
Mr. A prostrated himself on the ground, raised his head slightly, and looked at the figure he should have pursued all his life.
"Too clear-headed will only bring trouble to yourself."
"Lord, I can protect you until the end of my life." Mr. A showed a painful expression on his face, and said with a bit of sadness: "But I still only want to die as a believer of the Lord."
"Did you only learn how to seek death on this long journey?"
"..."
Mr. A was silent, looking at the dreamlike sea of ruins in the distance, very beautiful and shocking.
Perhaps only such a terrible and beautiful place can become the only way to the kingdom of the Lord.
"I want to live, I want to see the Lord, I want to crawl at His feet, but I know I can't safely cross that sea."
Once the shaken faith sets foot on the kingdom of the Lord, it will be a blasphemy!
O blasphemer, you must atone your sins with death.
"You will see the figure you have been chasing for your whole life. This is my gift to you."
"But I..."
"You can also end your life here."
Mr. A remained silent for a long time before he smiled and said, "I will save my questions until I meet the Lord."
"This is the right choice."
"Lord, if you had appeared earlier, I might not have to struggle so much."
"Is faith without inner struggle meaningful?"
Mr. A had an inexplicable enlightenment, and he seemed to have figured something out.
His struggling heart along the way was gradually finding the right answer as he moved forward on the pilgrimage.
Under the moonlight, the ship moved forward leisurely, and a fleet suddenly appeared in front of it, attracting Mr. A's attention.
Before he could take a closer look, the figure in front of him had already passed over the sea and arrived on the flagship deck of the fleet.
On the Future, Cattleya in the captain's room was disturbed by someone, saying that an unknown visitor had landed on the deck.
When Cattleya came out of the captain's room and rushed to the bow deck, a group of people had already gathered around. Her second mate was calming everyone down to avoid a conflict.
Cattleya signaled everyone to be quiet first. She took two steps forward and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "I am the captain of the Future, Admiral Cattleya of the Star. Who are you? Why are you here?"
Hasta did not speak, but just glanced at the crew of the Future, his eyes fell on Frank who was still immersed in his hybrid research, and then moved away to Cattleya who was standing in front of him.