CHAPTER 443: CHAPTER 410 INTEREST (4000 WORDS)

Thump... Thump... Thump...

As he walked along the wooden pier and just reached the side of the mighty battleship, he heard someone shouting overhead:

"Hey, Little Fatty, are you Roddy Arman?"

The round-faced young man looked up to see a young man on the deck leaning over, waving vigorously at him.

"Li... Little Fatty?"

Behind the "Mask of Deceit," Olivia’s eyes instantly turned dangerous. Calling a beautiful lady "Fatty" truly shows one does not know... how to write the word "death"!

But then she quickly realized that the person was calling "herself" now.

This body’s face was indeed a bit round. Although, as an Apprentice Knight, Roddy’s figure couldn’t be called fat, adding a "Little" in front was quite fitting.

The person on the ship, seeing no reaction from him, just thought the newcomer was a bit slow. Noticing the navy uniform he wore, he didn’t overthink and continued to shout:

"I’m Vid, the Sailor of the ’Storm Horn’, and Captain arranged for me to wait here for you, hurry aboard!"

Olivia knew she still needed this warship to make her escape. Though internally vexed by the nickname, she could only pretend not to hear, and responded:

"Captain, hello! I am Roddy, sorry, I’m on my way."

At that moment, her voice was indistinguishable from the real Roddy’s.

With that, she climbed up the ladder that had long been lowered from the ship.

Snap—

"Captain!"

Seeing the young officer waiting for her on the deck, Olivia, like a true pre-officer, stood at attention and saluted, then retrieved "her own" identity documents from the luggage box and handed them to Vid.

She was well aware that, no matter what to do next after escaping by ship, her current task was to work hard to play this role well.

Vid took the documents and glanced at them perfunctorily before putting them away; he never thought about impersonation.

"Sub-Lieutenant, our main purpose in coming to Concord, besides picking you up aboard.

As the Deputy Commander of the New Continent Guard, Brigadier General is also going to inspect outposts and visit Governor Holt of Kabushir.

He hasn’t returned yet, so we can’t take you to meet him."

"Eh? The Captain isn’t here? Aren’t we leaving the port immediately?"

It was then Olivia realized she might have somewhat trusted Roddy’s big talk and overestimated the value of this identity.

Although her changed appearance had no flaws, she certainly couldn’t escape the special racial talent of ghouls.

In case those monsters came knocking, without the Captain, even a Kingdom battleship might not withstand them.

Or rather, they may not be willing to fight head-on with those ghouls representing Ilya officialdom for her.

Seeing the Sub-Lieutenant’s hesitation, Vid thought he had encountered another admirer of the Captain, and explained:

"But don’t worry.

Order Officer Bass has just relayed the Captain’s orders. There’s an emergency military situation in Kajinia, and we are to prepare for immediate return.

You’re in luck if you came any later, the ’Storm Horn’ might have already set sail.

So, it shouldn’t be long before you see the Captain."

Hearing this, Olivia surveyed the busy sailors on the battleship deck, indeed preparing for departure.

She breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they set sail before those creatures caught up.

Staying here a moment longer would increase the danger, and evidence shows that getting close enough, any tracking ability’s accuracy greatly enhances.

Although Vid didn’t know what the new Sub-Lieutenant was thinking, he remembered his duty, waved him to follow:

"Come, I’ll lead you to your quarters at the aft castle. Although you’re just a pre-officer, you still get a private room."

"Alright, thank you, Captain!"

Olivia picked up her suitcase and was about to follow.

Crash... Crash...

When she saw a ten-man ghoul squad and two humans in Ilya Kingdom military attire, accompanied by a colonial official, rushing into the port.

Causing the travelers, merchants, dock workers restricted at the port... to panic!

But these guys evidently had no awareness of being in someone else’s home, inspecting almost everyone and every sailboat.

Although they only stood aside and didn’t directly search, those bluish-white faces getting close by were terrifying.

"Ah!"

Several timid ladies in the crowd couldn’t help but shriek.

Furthermore, the individual search speed was fast, obviously, among these monsters, there wasn’t just one capable of special tracking abilities.

Watching the group that looked like humans but were essentially man-eating monsters, slowly approach the "Storm Horn."

Sniff... Sniff...

Two of the ghouls tilted their heads, gently twitching their noses to activate the rare talent—[Extraordinary Ability: Tracking]

Effect: Wherever one walks, traces are left, tracking footprints from a spiritual level, a unique "scent" unforgiving to any deodorant;

Even in heavy rain or after a long time, as long as the traces in the Spiritual World aren’t erased, they can be tracked.