Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 448 - 413: The Origin

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

On the battleship "Storm Horn," cutting through the waves with the aid of witchcraft, three swift figures battled as one like a whirlwind.

Strictly speaking, it was two against one.

When the training iron swords clashed, dazzling sparks splashed forth, the gusts making it almost impossible for the onlookers to keep their eyes open.

Whoosh——

Apparently, even the weakest among them was at least at the Official Knight’s Extraordinary level.

Suddenly.

One of the round-faced knights, despite being one against two, seemed to feel immense pressure, and his attack rhythm transformed instantaneously.

"Captain, take this move!"

The youth called out a reminder, raising his longsword with all his might.

[Secret Sword Art: Waltz!]

Without hesitation.

The other two in the battle circle immediately followed suit, likewise unleashing the Extraordinary Secret Technique of "Rose Swordsmanship."

[Secret Sword Art: Waltz!]*2

The three moved like elegant dancers, gliding close to the ground, their figures disappearing into the air, initiating a collective dance.

To the sailors watching from the sidelines, the deck appeared empty, with mortal eyes unable to catch any movements of the combatants.

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

The increasingly rapid clash of metal on the deck and among the mast and sail ropes, alongside fleeting glimpses of the participants, indicated their presence.

The trio were almost like elusive phantoms.

It is worth mentioning that Milan, guided by Aiven’s teachings, showed improvement in swordsmanship, at least not overwhelmed by newcomers in this battle.

Together with the newcomer Warrant Officer Roddy, he was competing with Aiven with vigor.

However.

This state didn’t last long; the first to deploy Secret Swordsmanship, Little Fatty Roddy, seemed the weakest and was the first unable to endure such high-intensity combat.

"Ah——"

During phantom-like shape-shifting.

He inadvertently slipped from the top sail boom of the main mast.

This is not to be taken lightly. If it were an ordinary person, falling from fifty meters, whether onto the deck or into the sea, could lead to instant death.

But, with Aiven, a powerful Tier 3 insurance policy, present, he wouldn’t let anything happen.

On the sail boom, he darted lightning-fast, catching Roddy’s hand with ease using only physical prowess, without needing any Secret Techniques.

During this, he even had time to punch Milan, who continued attacking without retracting his sword.

"Got you, be careful!"

Aiven didn’t know that the Little Fatty he’d caught showed a slight smirk, distinctly sensing a familiar residual fluctuation from Aiven’s body, feeling proud:

"No, it’s me who caught you, Red Fir, sir!"

Olivia’s "Gem School," though its membership has always been limited (obviously restricted by financial power, beyond ordinary wealth), shares a long-standing history similar to that of the "Alchemy School."

The school’s [Ultimate Creation: Rose Mother], externally a purple-red crystal emitting a multi-colored gradient halo, is capable of permanently granting any material an independent soul and formidable power.

Although casting costs are high, the gem witchcraft series, stemming from the [Rose Mother] as a mysterious source, possesses many unique and wondrous skills.

For example, in the Gem School, two people of the same era can’t possibly have the same "Lifebound Gem," even if they are highly similar twins.

Even if historical holders of the same gem existed, no two talent witchcraft spells performed through the same gem as a medium would be identical.

Consequently, the talent abilities of the school wizards are utterly classified to outsiders.

Olivia’s "Moonstone" is certainly the same.

Not that Aiven knows, even other members of the Gem School wouldn’t know.

Aside from the superficial ability of Spiritual purification, capable of miraculously stabilizing out-of-control processes, it lets the caster, Olivia, effortlessly detect traces of purification.

And... obtain the opponent’s goodwill (mild effect, intensity decreases with the disparity in strength between both parties). 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

This is her confidence in confirming the Red Fir’s identity!

However, after waking up today, when casting spells through the wooden wall of the cabin to the captain, there was a slight unexpected situation.

Olivia found Aiven had restrained his spiritual energy and even life energy field so well that remote secretive spellcasting couldn’t discern them.

Even the Knight Powerhouse’s furnace-like vast life energy field was invisible, denying ascertainment of his strength.

However, this didn’t pose a challenge to her.

Just a close skin contact could confirm, leading to the morning combat drill and "accidental" slip, masking Olivia’s accomplished ploy.

Nevertheless, whether she can drag the fox from the hole after catching its tail is uncertain...

Given the slight mishap, the sparring ended here.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The three combatants, Aiven, Milan, and Roddy, descended effortlessly to the deck via the sail ropes.

Aiven glanced at the Little Fatty trailing him, puzzled why this newcomer, having lost, wore an expression as if he’d won.

However, Roddy’s next words made Aiven feel he had found the reason.

"Captain, you actually mastered Rose Swordsmanship as well? You’re even better than my swordsmanship teacher!"

"Heh heh, your captain here was personally guided by the Kingdom Guardian ’Rose Sword Saint.’ In this swordsmanship, I’ve got a little mastery."

Aiven seemed to smile modestly, yet brazenly claimed that the swordsmanship he had secretly learned from the Rose Sword Saint and the Crown Prince was taught to him by them personally.

But speaking truthfully, with his current half-step master-level swordsmanship, any swordsmanship in his hands had an ease akin to second nature.

In addition to the precise control effect of "Data Visualization," even if the Sword Saint himself saw Aiven’s swordsmanship, he would only doubt if he forgot this detail, not the purity and authenticity of the swordsmanship in Aiven’s hands!

Aiven’s words made everyone present reveal an expression of envy.

Though Aiven’s current status in the Kingdom was already significant, the gap between him and the Kingdom Guardian’s Tier 4 Title was as vast as the Black Sea.

Receiving guidance from this grand figure is not only an enhancement in swordsmanship but also recognition on another level.

"Captain, you actually had such an encounter!"

Beside him, Olivia was also somewhat surprised upon hearing this.

Who could be a better teacher for learning "Rose Swordsmanship" than its founder, the Rose Sword Saint Ilvendi?

Even though Olivia held a significant status and loved this intricate and magnificent swordsmanship, she never had the chance to receive even a half-move of guidance from the esteemed National Guardian Sword Saint.

In fact, before this moment, Olivia’s greatest curiosity was the inexplicable connection in mysticism and spirituality between the two of them.

Because their paths were obviously different, yet there was a high-level mysterious connection linking their beacon anchor grounds tightly together.

Not only was Aiven curious about this, but she was too.

She wanted to confirm Aiven’s identity in reality to facilitate exploring the secret behind this connection.

Having never "chatted" with a demigod from the Golden Kingdom, Olivia was unaware of the hidden secrets and profound implications behind the so-called "Golden Compass" and "Adventurer’s Blood."

For this reason, she had already decided that even after docking, she would temporarily stay on the ship, at least until she uncovered this man’s secrets.

Besides, with this captain being adept in "Rose Swordsmanship" and also a sniper musketeer, Olivia believed that aside from the secret concerning her wizard path, there might be much more she could learn from him.

However.

When a girl develops a strong curiosity about a man...

Alas, still too young!

"Warrant Officer Roddy, as the only warrant officer on board and as a privilege for joining us, as long as I have free time during this period, you can come find me for sparring.

Your foundation is solid; you should be able to achieve significant improvement in a short time.

As long as you’re willing to work hard, I can’t promise anything else, but at least I guarantee you’ll comprehend all the secret sword arts at the Official Knight Level of ’Rose Swordsmanship.’

Honestly, I have a good opinion of this newly boarded warrant officer, Aiven.

Although the records say he had no previous sailing experience or attended a naval academy. In the extraordinary world, having a Tier 2 Official Level of extraordinary level is already the greatest advantage.

After completing the extraordinary transformation, learning anything becomes much quicker than for others, offering greater value and broader upward channels.

Most importantly, not even twenty years old and already an Official Knight, whichever path he takes in the future, he can achieve something significant.

Haven’t you seen that the captain officers of the martial arts faction who have followed me through life and death, just because they haven’t been promoted to Official Knight, are stuck at the threshold between lieutenant and school officer, unable to move forward?

After encouraging him yesterday, he proactively sought me out for sparring today, with an appropriately respectful attitude, not at all like a troublemaker.

I don’t mind nurturing him a bit either.

"Yes! Thank you, Captain, for your support!"

The warrant officer solemnly saluted, yet couldn’t suppress the joy on his face.

Chirp—

But at this moment, a seagull suddenly swooped down from the sky, caught by Aiven’s outstretched hand.

He glanced at the message tied to the seagull’s leg, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately ordered:

"Stop heading south, turn towards the nearest autonomous colony Sir Bin, and dock at the capital, Harrisburg.

Officers, gather in the captain’s room for an operational meeting!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Step... step... step...

The soldiers who had been watching immediately ran into action, each performing their duty in unison to sharply steer the warship.

The seagull brought the latest intelligence on the attack incident at the pioneering town, gathered at great risk by the elite scouts.

The culprit, the Araucan clan, is a typical hunting tribe in the northern New Continent, with a total population of just about twelve hundred people.

Among them, every adult male is a warrior, totaling approximately four hundred thirty individuals.

Ordinarily, a tribe of this scale serves as the main target for colonial hunters to capture for slavery. Let alone the regular army, even well-equipped slave traders dare to take action against them.

However, what’s strange is.

The proportion of Tier 2 Totem Warriors equivalent to Official Knights is frighteningly high, with eleven of them, and even two official-level Shaman Wizards.

Their strength now compares with many large tribes.

Clearly, this is one of the reasons they dared to repeatedly attack Kingdom colonies and create massacres.

"So, what is the cause of these guys’ strength increase, and is there any connection to those equally inexplicably powerful evil spirits?"

Aiven gazed at the surging sea, faintly feeling that the New Continent might soon lose its current tranquility.