Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Sir! Sir!"

An elf hurriedly ran over.

"Calm down, Mr. Myron. Keep your poise and composure at all times. We're the Royal Navy." Sir Taize teased the bird and said elegantly.

"Yes… I'm sorry, Sir."

The elf stood still and calmed down. He took a deep breath and said, "A team of investigators discovered an extremely strange item on the island… Even if the Holy Seal Islands suppress supernatural power, they still feel extremely pure magic power from that item."

The captain was slightly moved.

Although the story of the Holy Seal Islands had already become a legend and was gradually annihilated in the long river of history, the long lifespan and stable state of the elves ensured that some information was preserved. Sir Taize came from a noble background and read history when he was young. He had once seen some descriptions of this matter in the large library.

Although it was not very detailed, it was sufficiently complete.

It was said that long ago, in order to obtain powerful strength, a group of evil and greedy traitors of various races held an evil ritual on the Holy Seal Islands, opening the curtain of the world and the door to the void chaos. Terrifying Spirit World creatures surged out.

The continent was about to become a delicious meal of chaos. The end of the world was right in front of him.

At this moment, the divine incarnations of the gods descended to the plane. They used their supreme divine power to destroy the creatures of the Spirit World who had rushed out of the curtain, closed this door that was connected to destruction, and gave those greedy and sad traitors eternal torture and punishment to erase all traces of this place.

The crisis of the Apocalypse was resolved.

This was the inside story and truth recorded in the history books of the elves… At least, that was what the public story was.

Sir Taize had enough wisdom. He knew that he could not trust the integrity of historians, especially when it came to the history books of the gods. The content often deviated from the truth in reality, but he was only a small officer of the Royal Navy and was not interested in investigating the truth of history.

However, he was interested in wealth and power. He yearned to be favored by the great nobles of the capital, to be promoted, to be praised by the Empress, and to obtain more honor and power.

It was very difficult to obtain these.

This was because there were many middle and lower-level officers like him in the Royal Navy and even the entire dynasty army. They all came from good backgrounds and were all very young. They yearned to make contributions and were ambitious. They served the dynasty dutifully and continuously accumulated merits—but that was too slow. All the elves were climbing up. This meant that there were countless competitors. If they wanted to stand out, they had to take another path.

He had to learn to seize the opportunity.

Opportunities were only given to prepared elves.

For example, now.

The ancient legend had already been reduced to ashes. Now, the Holy Seal Islands were filled with birds and flowers, and the plants were lush. The grand scene of the past no longer existed. Everything the traitors had built here had already been completely destroyed in the anger of the gods. Everything had become written in the history books and could not be changed.

However, what if… they left something behind?

This was a place destroyed by the gods.

Everything related to the gods must be magical, shocking, and powerful.

Just like the invisible barrier that enveloped the entire island, it suppressed all supernatural powers. This was definitely a trace of power left behind by the gods that could turn powerful Grand Mages into weak elves.

Then, if…

What if there were still some… things on the island that had not been destroyed by the gods?

The captain's heart skipped a beat.

Something that could survive the anger of the gods must be an extremely powerful holy artifact. Such a treasure could be said to be priceless. An accomplished expert could comprehend and analyze the path of another peerless expert from such a holy artifact. In fact, these holy artifacts had been baptized by the power of the gods and were very easy to contaminate… with divinity.

If he found these things on the island…

If he could offer these things to the country…

He could even secretly hide it and offer it to a certain noble.

This was a shortcut. He could accumulate merit points faster than his colleagues and obtain the favor of the nobles.

He walked to the peak of his elf life.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Sir Taize's mind. He was thinking that if he obtained anything on the island, how should he define it as "private gains" and not "warship merits"?

It was very difficult… because he was only a marine captain. His official status and status completely surpassed his. There was the captain and the Grand Mage with deep magic power.

However, it was not impossible… He had to weigh the risks and pros.

Before that, he had to see the discovery of the investigation team who had made contributions.

Sir Taize composed himself and said calmly, "Bring a few people and bring that thing back."

The liaison officer received the order and left.

The marine captain's mood became very good. Even if this discovery was ultimately defined as a group battle result, as the marine captain and the commander of the search operation, his contributions were not small. Moreover, this was an additional gain.

"Little guy, perhaps you brought this surprise."

He stared at the island in front of him as if he was looking at a treasure vault of contributions. He looked at the distant mountains and casually teased the parrot on his shoulder, "An item that can make the soldiers feel extraordinary must be good. I'll make contributions because of this. Speaking of which, I have to thank those… traitors of the various races."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill.

It was as if he was being targeted by something and felt extremely dangerous.

In the next moment, this feeling disappeared. It was fleeting as if it was an illusion. Sir Taize looked around in confusion and vigilance, but he did not discover anything.

The parrot on his shoulder flapped its wings as if a sentence was brewing. In the end, this bird endured it. It stared at the battleship on the sea again with a terrifying gaze.

The elves returned extremely quickly and brought what Sir Taize wanted.

Sir Taize saw his adjutant holding a rattan box. It should have been temporarily compiled by the investigation team. That precious item was in this box.

"Sir, the investigation team has brought greetings."

Taize took the box and casually replied, "The Royal Navy will remember their contributions."

Then, he eagerly opened the box.

Brilliant light bloomed from it.

That gentle magic spiritual light shone in Sir Taize's eyes. The sentimental elf bathed in this light and muttered, "This power… is starlight in the darkness…"

He reached out and took out the weapon from the box.

Instead of calling it a weapon, it was more like a fragment of a weapon. The broken cut made the elf's heart ache.

However, then, he exclaimed.

"This…"

What he held in his hand was a very strange weapon.

This weapon was like a part of the staff, but it also looked like a war hammer. However, be it the staff or the war hammer, its color… was a little cute.

The part of the long handle was pink. The top was like the head of a bird. The front half was a blood-red sharp cone, and the back half was two pure white feathers. The roots of the feathers were even embedded with dazzling round rubies that emitted an extremely extraordinary aura.

What was certain was that the person who used this weapon must be a very cute little girl.

Holding the remaining part of this weapon in his hand, Sir Taize felt an extremely warm and lively power. This power even changed his mood, making him want to involuntarily hum and dance. He could not help but think of the girls dancing under the moon tree in the capital. They were carefree. They sang freely, and the corners of their light skirts fluttered with the breeze.

Sir Taize even wanted to join them.

"What an… interesting girl." He sighed softly, "What a pity."

After putting this weapon back into the box, Sir Taize thought for a moment. In the end, he did not dare to monopolize this discovery. After all, there were many witnesses. He could not shut everyone up.

Since he could not monopolize it, he would increase his contribution.

He said, "Myron, take a boat back to the Wayne Wings and hand it to the master."

"Yes, Sir."

In the sky, a seabird circled.

Soon, the pigeon descended from the sky and landed on Kang De's shoulder, cooing.

Kang De took out his notebook. The pigeon pecked at one of the patterns, so he nodded and took out a pen. He ticked off the pattern and took out the map to compare.

The princess beside him asked, "Kang De, what's wrong?"

Kang De said, "Oh, it's nothing. A team of elves discovered the gadget I left behind. They seem to take it very seriously and have already sent people back to the ship."

"What is it?"

Kang De was looking at the map and casually replied, "A war hammer called the Skull Crusher."

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