I was a knight in the Middle Ages

"Falling down means certain death, but if you succeed you'll be the first mate... Get up... Get up!" Carson yelled hoarsely from below.

Just then, Hassan slipped, lost his balance, screamed in terror, and fell toward the deck.

Everyone instinctively closed their eyes, unable to bear witnessing yet another bloody tragedy.

However, the anticipated fall and impact did not occur.

A lithe figure darted out from behind the crowd like lightning, catching Hassan as he fell at the last second.

It was Alpha.

Alpha gently placed the nearly unconscious Hassan on the deck and whispered a few words to Peter beside him.

Alpha's gaze passed over the still-shaken sailors and landed on the first mate Carson's face, which was filled with shock and bewilderment.

As Carson looked at the heavily armored, composed knight before him, the despair in his eyes suddenly turned into a faint glimmer of hope, like grasping at a straw.

He staggered forward, this tough man who had never bowed his head in the face of storms now had red eyes, a choked voice, and an endless plea:

"Sir Knight...please...help us..."

Carson collapsed to his knees on the wet deck with a thud, rainwater mingling with tears streaming down his deeply lined face.

“We know you are great heroes… Please… for God’s sake… help us lower that damned sail! If the ship is destroyed, we will all die! Please!” Carson’s head slammed heavily against the deck with a dull thud.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the sailors behind him also knelt down in droves.

Countless eyes, filled with fear and anticipation, turned to Alpha and his knight companions.

The wind continued to howl, and the rain continued to lash.

But at this moment, the atmosphere on the deck became eerily quiet.

The fate of everyone seemed to hang in the balance of this imperial knight's decision.

In fact, Alpha is not helpless.

The fighting spirit flowing within him had already endowed him with power beyond that of ordinary people.

Rescuing everyone, and even repairing the sails on his own, is not an impossible task for Alpha.

However, doing so would inevitably expose his hidden true strength and secrets.

Alpha is neither a saint nor a savior.

Faced with this group of ordinary crew members, who might even be enemies.

Alpha had no reason to put themselves and their companions in danger for their lives.

Exposing your strength means losing your trump card. In this chaotic world where the strong prey on the weak, your trump card is your life.

As for the ship sinking? So what?

The warship was now close to the island, and with his and the knights' strength, swimming to the shore would not be difficult.

This is not heartlessness, but rather the most basic survival rules and skills for protecting oneself and those around one in chaotic times.

Amidst the desperate cries of First Mate Carson and the kneeling pleas of the sailors...

Alpha remained silent for a moment, his deep eyes sweeping across the dimly lit deck.

It finally landed on the stern sail, which was being torn apart by the gale and was almost snapping the mast off.

"Is it enough to just lower that sail?" Alpha finally spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the wind and rain, carrying a strange calmness as he confirmed with Carson without expression.

"Yes! Yes!" Carson nodded vigorously, as if hearing heavenly music, explaining loudly, afraid that if he was even a second late, the knight would change his mind.

"If we just lower the last sail to reduce the area exposed to the wind, we can lower the anchor on the seabed, and the anchor will hold the ship in place. Then...we'll be safe! Please, sir!"

“Then…” Alpha’s gaze shifted to the thick cable connecting the sails and the deck.

The rope was taut in the gale, like a bowstring. "Wouldn't it be easier to cut that rope than to send someone up to lower the sail?"

Alpha's proposal was like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the fog of fear that had solidified in everyone's minds.

Yes!

Why send someone to risk being smashed to pieces to untie that knot?

Cutting the connecting cables directly, although it meant that the expensive sail and part of the rigging would be scrapped.

The repairs will be troublesome and costly in the future, but what is this loss compared to the lives lost?

"Since it's possible, then I'll help you." Alpha looked at the sailors' eyes, which were now filled with a mixture of shock and elation, and seemed to think that doing them a favor wouldn't be a big deal.

Alpha made no extra movements, simply flicking its toes lightly.

A heavy fire axe, which a sailor nearby had dropped in fear, was thrown into the air.

In just a moment, a cold light flashed by, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Alpha did not draw his sword, but merely swung his ordinary axe from a distance.

"Boom——!"

The thick main cable, which required two adult sailors to encircle, snapped instantly! The break was as smooth as a mirror.

The sails, now freed from their restraints, were swept away by the raging wind, like a kite with a broken string, swirling and drifting towards the vast sea.

"We did it! We did it!" First mate Carson exclaimed, watching the mast slowly descend.

Feeling the warship gradually regain its stability due to the sudden reduction in resistance, he was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes, and he and the sailors around him burst into deafening cheers.

In that instant, Alpha's silent figure transformed into a hero who saved all living beings in their eyes.

"Hassan! Hassan! Wake up!" Carson snapped out of his euphoria and hurriedly called out, "Take the heroes to their private rooms to rest! Quickly!"

Carson still has some sense and a conscience.

Although there are very few single cabins on the warship, most of them are occupied by the captain and senior crew members.

However, he made a quick decision and had Hassan, who had just woken up and was still somewhat shaken, lead Alpha and his group to the storage room that had just been emptied out at the back.

Although the warship was large, all it could provide for these "saviors" at this moment was a small warehouse of less than five square meters.

Fortunately, a lot of supplies have been used up, freeing up enough space.

However, Alpha is quite satisfied with this.

At least, this relatively independent and enclosed space allows him and Fanxing a moment of undisturbed peace.

Alpha did not refuse and took Peter directly into the simple cabin with Hassan.

This time, Hassan's attitude underwent a complete change.

Hassan busied himself cleaning Alpha, clearing out a relatively clean corner.

She quickly and efficiently made up a soft spare bed and even found a dim but steady oil lamp.

“My lord, is this alright? Please feel free to ask if you need anything…” Hassan’s tone was full of awe, even with a hint of flattery.

Alpha nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

Hassan felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and took one last, reluctant look at this safe "haven".

Then, with a mix of relief and selfishness, he left the cabin.

Hassan certainly had his own selfish reasons; he didn't want to go back to the deck to face the storm and the arduous cleanup work.

Although the most dangerous moment has passed, all that remains on deck is the hard work of cleaning up the bodies and repairing the leaks.

In comparison, serving this powerful knight here is simply paradise.

After Hassan left, Alfa closed the hatch, shutting out the noise from the outside world.

He released the stars that had been sleeping peacefully within the layers of his armor.

The little guy seemed to feel safe and immediately began to obediently massage Alpha's back to soothe his tense nerves.

Alpha sat cross-legged and entered a state of meditation.

This was just a smattering of magical knowledge he had secretly learned from Darwin.

Although Alpha was well aware that the body he had transmigrated into was past the prime age for learning magic.

At the same time, his talent is also mediocre, and even if he puts his whole heart into it, he will probably not achieve much.

However, now that it has traveled to this fantastical world, how can Alpha be content with mediocrity?

He didn't aspire to become a powerful magician, but mastering one or two practical tricks could always bring unexpected convenience at crucial moments.

At this moment, Alpha was calm and carefully guided the faint magic power within his body.

In his palm, a water ball the size of a ping-pong ball slowly condensed and took shape, crystal clear.

Seeing this, Fanxing cleverly found a wooden basin and a towel and quietly stood aside to catch it.

Peter the Dark Elf wisely leaned against the door, acting as a guard, without making a sound to disturb his master's "performance".

Alpha controlled the water sphere, repeatedly turning it into streams of water that flowed into the wooden basin.

This process was extremely taxing on his magic, but he persevered tirelessly in order to wash away his fatigue and filth.

After exhausting its last bit of magic and finally replenishing a small basin of water, Alpha revealed a satisfied smile.

As for heating? That's a piece of cake for him, who has abundant fighting spirit and internal strength.

A wisp of hot air emanated from his palm, and the cold water in the wooden basin quickly rose into a warm white mist.

The two washed up simply and comfortably, and Fanxing carefully wiped Alpha's body and hair with a warm towel.

It wasn't until the warship had completely entered the harbor and the waves began to rise and fall gently and rhythmically that Alpha felt a deep sense of weariness wash over him.

Alpha lay comfortably on the simple yet warm bed, with Starry Night curled up in his arms like a docile kitten.

As the warship rocked gently, Alpha, embracing the warmth in his arms, drifted off to sleep in a long-lost sense of peace and drowsiness.

The following night, the raging storm finally subsided completely, leaving only a few wisps of dark clouds on the horizon and the gradually calming waves.

The sailors, exhausted, immediately began the intensive repair work.

The broken cables need to be spliced, and the damaged deck needs to be reinforced.

Every minute of delay could affect the rest of the journey.

They had already wasted a day and a night on this, and time was pressing as tightly as a taut bowstring.

Captain Kaskin roared and urged on from the bridge, his gloomy face full of impatience.

After all, the ironclad rule of the Ottoman Empire was to only look at the results, not the difficulties encountered in the process.

The degree to which the mission is completed is directly related to his evaluation and honor as captain.

On the morning of the third day, amidst the bloodshot and weary eyes of the crew, the warship slowly sailed out of the harbor and embarked on its turbulent voyage once again.

Alpha's "five-square-meter haven" was forcibly requisitioned by Athena under the pretext of "protecting the safety of key personnel," and turned into her and Fanxing's temporary residence.

This wise and beautiful paladin, in order to keep their secret and to prevent him from "acting recklessly".

Alpha was not allowed to enter alone and was immediately kicked out.

Left with no other choice, Alpha had to revert to its original "ruthless" nature.

Most of the time, you can only stay in the crowded public cabins or go to the deck to get some fresh air.