Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

However, it cannot be denied that the monarchs of the Messenger Tower were probably experiencing the same reaction that the Church of Avignon had during the 'Captivity'.

“I propose that we pretend this never happened, that nothing ever happened.”

A monarch suddenly offered his opinion while El-Melloi and Baljereta were arguing.

"Why? That might not be a good idea."

"According to the intelligence that just came in, the group left London on a ship provided by the church."

Upon learning this information, the monarchs exchanged glances, staring at each other in bewilderment.

Since this was the Church's doing, well, given the current situation, they really don't dare to push the Church too hard, because they still need to rely on the Church's headquarters in Rome to resist the invasion of the sorcery organization within the Ottoman Empire. Although the new Pope is a person of high faith, in their view, there's no guarantee that he won't become like the previous generations at any time.

"Okay, I agree. Everyone should do it this way."

After a brief silence, the monarch of El-Melloi forced out a voice and spoke slowly.

"Pretend this never happened. Only the monarch and a few related people knew about Barthez's death. No more than ten law enforcement officers witnessed it, and they are all locked up now. As long as we all keep quiet and insist that this never happened, there will be no problem. Unlike the captive pope back then, who was seen by the whole of France... Let's vote."

Subsequently, the monarchs voted to approve the move. Thus, due to the unanimous decision of the El-Melloi line, the three major noble lineages, and the entire Heritage Department to 'treat the matter as if it never happened,' the Clock Tower became unusually united, at least in the face of this sudden event.

Thus, the content of this meeting, which brought the Clock Tower's prestige to its knees, is as follows:

Paracelsus made a great contribution and deserves recognition, but because he violated the inviolable principles of the Clock Tower, his merits and demerits cancel each other out. Therefore, he is expelled from London and shall never return to the Clock Tower, nor shall he ever be associated with it again.

The fact that 'Barthelro was murdered in the Mummy' is being treated as if it never happened, but even if it's being treated as if it never happened, it still exists.

Therefore, the three major noble families are continuing their investigation to see if they can recruit him; that's probably their plan.

As for the El-Melloi lineage, their monarch had no such idea whatsoever.

"So the church is involved...?"

After the Grand Council concluded, the monarch of El-Melloi sighed softly and turned his gaze away from the window.

The thought of Barthelo dying just like that, the strongest family among the three noble families losing two monarchs in less than a few years, and the next one taking at least a decade to emerge, made her lips curl into a slight smile.

What's more, she made the right bet. Although Paracelsus wasn't actually rescued by Bavan Shi, in the end, it was enough that she was rescued.

After all, if it weren't for her instructions, why would some of the magicians in charge of imprisoning Paracelsus agree to Bavan Shi's request to assist?

Although some of them were indeed voluntary.

"Well, whatever happens, happens."

She leaned back in her chair, yawned, and took a break before the next batch of documents arrived.

"As long as he remembers he's one of El-Melloi's men, that's enough."

........

In short, Barthezmello's death was buried within the clock tower without causing any ripples.

Three months later, at the port of Seville, Spain.

Seville, as Spain's inner port and shipbuilding base during its heyday, had a powerful shipbuilding industry that provided strong support for Spain's overseas expansion.

After all, Spain was at the height of the Age of Exploration, engaging in fierce competition with countries like Portugal at sea. Navigators like Magellan set off from ports like Seville on their journeys of exploration and conquest.

The warm morning breeze blew across the flags fluttering in the harbor. Under the clear sky, ships thronged and people thronged. The sounds of waves crashing against the embankment, sailors loading cargo into the holds, and merchants and passersby moving back and forth on the shore mingled together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

"Then, let's leave it here."

At the harbor, the sea breeze seemed to blow eternally.

When gentle, it's like a lover's whisper, brushing against your cheek and bringing a refreshing ocean breeze; when fierce, it's like a raging beast, whipping up towering waves that crash against the shore rocks with a deafening roar.

Meanwhile, Favia, who was about to board the ship that she and he had built together with Bavan Shi, smiled as she watched Paracelsus and the others who had come to see her off.

After he led the group from London on a ship provided by the church to France, and after consulting with the current Pope Julius in Rome and settling Paracelsus and Machiri, he had already planned to follow the guidance emanating from the broken key on his chest to the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

As for Favia's shipyard in London, it was entrusted to the Scottish hunters, who, due to the 'Faceless King' attire, did not appear in the clock tower's sight.

"The matter has been resolved smoothly, and I don't really want the two of you to go to sea."

Leonardo da Vinci, who was quite old, came to see him off with a slight sigh. He had indeed hoped that Favia would leave far away because of Paracelsus, but now that everything had been perfectly resolved, he naturally no longer had that thought.

After all, Leonardo da Vinci remembered Favia saying that he wasn't going to Cuba, which had already been found by Columbus, but to look for somewhere else.

Therefore, in Leonardo da Vinci's view, this was indeed very dangerous. After all, on the vast ocean, one careless mistake could lead to the destruction of the ship and the loss of life...

Favia noticed Leonardo da Vinci's distress. Although he had explained it to him thoroughly over the past few days, it seemed to have little effect. However, that didn't stop him from repeating it again:

"Don't worry, Da Vinci. This ship was developed by you and me together. It's a large ship that can sail with only a few people as long as there is a special supply of magic. Nothing will happen to it."

In the 16th century, crossing the Atlantic required large ships, and even large ships required a considerable number of people to operate and maintain them, at least several dozen.

The ship, designed by Favia and Leonardo da Vinci, is different. It doesn't require as many people to operate and maintain it. As long as there is a certain amount of magic, it can take care of these things automatically. It can be said to be a work born hundreds of years ahead of time.

"Me too, you can't exclude me!" The fairy girl next to her suddenly raised her hand. "I made it myself too!"

The group couldn't help but laugh, and Favia chimed in, "Yes, yes, thanks to you."

Soon, amidst the bustling harbor, the silver-haired youth raised his head, gazed at the azure sky, then lowered his head, smiled, and continued:

"It's time, Xiaoxi and I have to go."

"Well, good luck, Favia."

Paracelsus responded with a smile.

"With the Pope's support in Rome, you should be able to continue your research, right?"

"Pope Julius is a good man. With his support, my research will probably go more smoothly than when I was in the association. But after thinking about it, I'd better not get involved in the mystical field and just focus on medical research from now on. After all, we have the omnipotent Leonardo da Vinci around."

"Hey, hey, hey, you want to drag me into this? I haven't even had time to finish painting the Mona Lisa, how could I possibly have time to help you..."

"After all, Leonardo da Vinci said he was omnipotent."

"All-powerful is not omnipotent..."

Leonardo da Vinci grumbled.

"By the way, Machiri, what about you? What are your plans for the future?"

Favia suddenly asked.

"Um...me? I don't really need to do any research..." The green-haired youth thought for a moment, then said hesitantly, "I'll probably just look around in different places. After all, my talent and abilities aren't that great; I can only rely on luck..."

He now had some answers to the question Favia had raised that day—

People feel unhappy and suffer because they shouldn't hate or be hostile to each other, and they should be able to freely develop their innate talents. Many people feel that they are living a miserable and tormented life because they shouldn't be living such a miserable life, no matter who they are.

Although it didn't feel quite complete, Machiri did have that thought in her mind.

“I feel you can do it.” Favia smiled. “Don’t say you’re not capable enough. Everyone has different abilities, but when you make a decision and put it into practice, whether you succeed or not, that’s already amazing. Keep going, I believe in you.”

“...Is that so?” Machiri paused for a moment, then nodded. “Thank you.”

"Be confident, and have the same confidence in others as you have in yourself... Well then, see you next time, everyone."

The moment Favia and Bavan Shi boarded the ship, they felt the salty sea breeze and a faint, almost imperceptible fishy smell.

The unique scent of the ocean instantly evokes the vastness and depth of the sea, sometimes gently brushing against your hair, sometimes rushing past, carrying away your worries and bringing endless reverie.

Favia unconsciously turned back to gaze at them one last time as they waved goodbye at the port, and the smile on her face became one of relief and joy.

The sun shines brightly, the sky is clear, and the blue of the sea probably comes from reflecting such a bright sky.

229: Those who offend the Aztecs, no matter how strong, will be punished. (4k)

The surface of the Atlantic Ocean shimmered, and the different depths of the water displayed a blue hue different from that of the Mediterranean Sea, presumably due to the different air.

The dazzling sunlight shone down uninterruptedly through the fresh, clear air.

But this deep blue seems capable of swallowing everything.

The ship, designed and built by Leonardo da Vinci and Favia, swayed gently with the rising and falling waves.

Those long days weren't too unbearable, after all, there were all sorts of magically powered facilities that didn't belong to this era, so even the necessary use of various tools and methods to easily determine the general direction and latitude, as well as to measure and accurately determine longitude, became much simpler.

That being said, there are still some things that must be done. Pay attention to hygiene and cleanliness. Because there is no good preservation and storage technology, even if you bring enough food and water, you still have to fish and collect fresh water during the voyage.

As for natural disasters or pirates, they probably wouldn't be able to cause it any harm. Judging from its size, one could guess that it would remain unmoved even by strong winds and waves. In fact, it wouldn't make the people on board feel the slightest sway. Just by looking up, one would feel as if they were about to lose their sense of distance.

As for ordinary pirates, the powerful magic they possess can cause them to experience day turning into night, summer into winter, and the sunlight that sweeps down like a torrent transforming into soft moonlight, among other effects. Therefore, they are very likely to doubt whether they are hallucinating.

A year after boarding the ship, on its terrace, the enormous vessel swayed as if gazing at the countless unknown landscapes with a touch of bewilderment, admiring what it saw.

Another day begins, and Favia, with nothing to do, sits on a chair on the terrace.

The bow of the boat cut through the sea, leaving trails of white foam, while unidentified birds circled in the air, emitting clear calls.

Favia narrowed his eyes as he looked at the scene, then noticed footsteps approaching him.

Soon, that familiar voice rang in the silver-haired youth's ears.

And so, behind Favia, who was dozing on a chair on the terrace, Bavan Shi's voice rang out.

"Favia, when will we finally get to land?"

"almost."

"It'll be here soon, it'll be here soon, that's what you always say."

"In short, it will be soon."

"Wow, this is so perfunctory!"

Although the year was generally uneventful, and it felt much the same as when she was in London, the fairy girl still felt something was off. She had been incredibly excited when Favia told her it was just the two of them, practically begging to get on the ship...

However, to put it simply, this year felt really ordinary to Bavan Shi. She had been hoping for something incredibly romantic to happen, like in the stories in the book... She always felt that the distance between them hadn't changed in a long time, neither getting closer nor farther.

Oh, there is. Favia is constantly monitoring her studies, and the fairy girl feels that she would rather continue working at the shipyard making parts or learning magic than do this.

However, she only grumbled about this in private. When she actually attended class, she was very happy. Anyway, there weren't many checks, so it could be treated as an activity, that's what Bawan Xi thought.

"That's because you ask every day."

"It seems so."

Bavan Shi snorted, then walked up to Favia and sat down on his lap.

"Bavanshi."

While most people would be thrilled to see this scene, unfortunately, Favia made a rather straightforward choice.

"There's a chair nearby, and you're too overweight. I suggest you lose weight sometime."

Although he understood why the fairy girl was doing this, he still liked to tease her like that.

"understood."

Bavan Shi said unhappily, looking like he had no idea what to do with Nafavia, but still did nothing.

She then glanced up and suddenly raised one eyebrow.

"How should I put it... Favia, you're a man too."

"so?"

"What I mean is, no wonder you always inexplicably try to save face when you encounter these kinds of situations, hmph."

Favia was surprised. Looking at Bavanshi, who had turned to look at him, the fairy girl's eyes sparkled with pride for some reason, as if she had thought of something. Her pupils reflected the sunlight from the sky and shone brightly.

"That's it..."

The silver-haired youth couldn't help but sigh, feeling somewhat surprised that Bawan Xi would actually show such an expression.

Unexpectedly, Bavan Shi was deep in thought.

Or perhaps, he simply didn't think things through.

However, the silver-haired youth, who already knew her inside and out, did not show the scene that Bavan Shi had imagined. Instead, he continued to smile, and the tone of his voice was completely flat.

"I see. But those two seem to be childhood sweethearts, which is why they acted that way."

"......Eh?"

“‘She belongs to me’—do you like this kind of development, Bavan Shi? I see that many of the storybooks you brought on the ship are of this type.”

"Hey hey hey hey, Favia, how did you know?!"