Chapter 1017 - 851: Sea Race Girl Serafina

Duke is not yet involved in these high-level decisions of the Wizard Plane, he only remembers that he walked out from Florence and can only do his best to protect the people of this continent as much as possible.

Besides, it is also to go back and see how the construction of Vivian’s Cottage is going.

In recent years, Duke has also been continuously supplying various materials and talents to help this small wizard organization through the most difficult initial stages.

Based on the information obtained through Wizard’s Mark chatting with Vivian earlier, Vivian’s Cottage is now on track, recruiting more than seventy wizard apprentices.

These wizard apprentices are recruited from various places on the Florence continent.

Vivian has also become the most revered and sought-after person in various kingdoms on the Florence continent, naturally, the royal families hope that one or two official wizards emerge from their lineage.

And on this continent, there is only Vivian’s Cottage as a wizard organization.

They have no choice, unless they send qualified juniors overseas to other continents like before, which involves too many risks and uncertainties.

If the juniors they send encounter difficulties outside, the ones on the distant Florence continent cannot help them.

But with Vivian’s Cottage, it is different; they can support qualified juniors as much as possible.

Currently, the composition of Vivian’s Cottage includes more than seventy wizard apprentices and ten Level 1 Official Wizards from Thorn Holy Tower, who are here to assist Vivian fulfilling missions from Thorn Holy Tower.

Anyone willing to come here to teach can receive substantial contribution points and support from Thorn Holy Tower, a benefit considered as aiding underprivileged areas.

Besides these people, various professional talents brought in by Duke through Giant Rock Commerce Association are also assisting in all aspects of Vivian’s Cottage’s work.

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Seawind is a three-masted sailing ship, not large, painted with dark red anti-corrosion paint below the waterline, and the deck is piled with goods shipped from the West Coast to Florence continent, bundles of magic cloth, boxes of alchemy tool blanks, and barrels of sealed sea salt.

There are not many passengers, besides Duke, only a few merchants traveling between the two continents.

The captain is an old sailor in his fifties, everyone calls him Old Joseph, his grizzled beard is messed by the sea wind, but his voice is astoundingly loud, heard every morning shouting at the helm for the sailors to adjust the rigging.

Duke boarded the ship wearing only a simple gray cloak, carrying a somewhat worn leather backpack, looking no different from those small merchants running business outside all year.

He paid a few silver coins for a single cabin in the farthest corner, though narrow, it was quiet.

During the days of sea voyage, he occasionally went up to the deck to get some air, watching the sailors busy inspecting the rigging and patching sails torn by the sea wind, watching the lookout at the bow scanning the horizon with an old brass telescope.

In the evening, he leaned against the ship’s edge, watching the sun slowly set below the horizon, dyeing the entire sea from blue to golden red and then into deep navy blue.

Most of the time, he stayed in his cabin, sitting cross-legged on the narrow bed, repeatedly chewing over the words Morgan said in his mind, word for word.

Albert is going to be promoted to Level 7, if this news spreads across the Wizard Plane, the disturbance won’t be less than the Plane Promotion itself.

This means the entire system of rules for the Plane will be recalibrated, it means numerous wizard organizations will have to rethink their development strategies for the next few hundred, thousand years.

Duke leaned against the cabin wall, looking outside through the narrow porthole at the pitch-black sea surface.

The rhythm of the waves slapping the ship’s hull was dull and regular, occasionally the sound of a sailor patrolling the deck came from overhead.

He’s not a sentimental person, wouldn’t make irrational decisions just because of the word "homeland", but he walked out from this continent.

He remembers the dry and sweet smell of wheat stalks in the fields of Yining Village, remembers the mottled shadows deep within the Moonlight Forest, remembers the first snow of winter covering the gray stone walls of Earl Hardy’s castle in Maple Hill County.

These memories don’t become insignificant just because he’s now a Level 3 Mage, on the contrary, these memories make him more aware than those high-up Wizard Council members, that the ordinary people on this continent also deserve protection.

On the fifth night, the sea was unusually calm.

Moonlight poured through the gaps in the clouds, creating a broken silver-white band of light on the sea surface, the rhythm of waves hitting the hull was slower than in previous days, as if the sea itself were napping.

Seawind advanced slowly under half sail, with only two sailors on night duty on the deck, one yawning at the helm, the other sleeping at the mast with the jug snuggled.

Duke stood alone on the aft deck, hands resting on the ship’s edge, watching the white trail of wake churned by the ship’s stern gradually dissolve under the moonlight.

He has already organized the plans for the next few months, with one more day of sailing tomorrow he can disembark and fly back to Maple Hill County, though he is not pressed for time, there’s no need to spend the whole voyage on the ship.

Then his Spiritual Power suddenly twitched slightly, sensing a subtle disturbance, akin to a grain of sand cast onto the water surface.