Extraordinary Voyage

Naive! Let me show you what a dimension reduction strike looks like!

After leaving the Princess, Aiven walked alone in the campus where he had lived for six months. Although the training was only half a year, Aiven felt that his abilities had improved significantly in all aspects.

Name: Aiven Galliot

Gender: Male

Military Rank: Major (attached to Phaletis Kingdom Third Fleet, Silver Wings)

Tier: Official Knight/Intermediate Wizard Apprentice

Attributes: Constitution 2.2

Strength 2.0

Agility 2.4

Spirit 0.53

Skills: Basic Meditation Method (Master-level) White Sail Swordsmanship (Master-level) Phaletis Saber Technique (Master-level) Sniping (Master-level) Grammar (Master-level) Nautical Knowledge (Master-level) Magic Potion (Master-level) Mystical Knowledge (covering learned witchcraft like "Vigoration," etc.)

Extraordinary Items:

Iron Cross Medal (Effect: Divine Favored, wearer is protected from harm by the sea)

Wild Talisman (Effect: Increases user's speed and reflexes by 20%)

Secret Treasure: Mist Silver Lamp (omitted)

Besides the rapid enhancement of extraordinary qualities through consecutive battles and reasonable potion aids, he absorbed a wealth of nautical knowledge and ancestral naval battle experience from the training, filling gaps in his "Magic Potion" foundation at the "Shadow Library".

Taking advantage of joining the Alchemy School's Magic Potion Branch, he redeemed many basic formulas using accumulated academic points, enriching his witchcraft methods significantly.

His skill levels have all reached Master-level, incomparable to six months ago. As a Wizard Apprentice with a school, he can independently conduct further research now, making fewer basic mistakes, even if his efficiency is slightly lower.

It's similar to being a youngster in the martial world who has studied medicine for three years and martial arts for two years, still quite inexperienced, but at least he won't miss out on opportunities due to not understanding "Divine Skill Secret Manuals" in the future.

Thinking this, Aiven's mind wandered slightly.

At this moment.

A figure suddenly ran down the path from another direction, only noticed by Aiven when it approached him. Aiven instinctively dodged, and the figure only realized there was someone standing in the middle of the path.

Startled, the papers he was holding scattered all over the ground.

"Sorry, I was lost in thought," Aiven said, squatting down to help pick them up and apologizing.

"No problem, no problem, I was too much in a hurry and didn't notice." The thirteen or fourteen-year-old student apologized shyly.

"Wanted Notices?" Aiven was a bit surprised seeing the papers.

"Yes, these 'wanted notices' are about deserters from the Navy over the years, most of whom have turned into vicious pirates, causing great harm!

I heard there's a recent order to kill them, so I'm rushing to deliver these to the instructor."

As Aiven was about to hand over all the "wanted notices" he had picked up, his hand slightly stiffened.

The top "wanted notice" in his hand featured a young, handsome man with brown short hair and a smile, wearing a Major's uniform.

Below it was a name that Aiven found familiar, "Heimer Remon," with a bounty of eight hundred Golden Lions, having defected four years ago.

Four years ago was exactly when Uncle Gel was demoted from Captain of a Level 4 ship in the First Fleet to a Position in the Third Fleet of a Level 5 ship as a Peak Knight.

This guy named "Heimer Remon" was... another Extraordinary Knight on Uncle Gel's ship back then!

ps: The foreshadowing mentioned in Chapter 29.

...

"New Inn Port" dock.

"Goodbye, Krell! I left you a gift in the living room of our apartment, don't forget to take it when you get back." Saying farewell to friends who came to see him off, he gave a mysterious wink to his roommate who had been with him for six months.

A talisman chosen from the "Violet Eye" shop in the Crow Market, a true piece of witchcraft. While not a rare treasure, it compensates for his friend collecting a bunch of fakes.

On the shore.

Among those seeing him off were friends from the Alchemy School, Anthony, Delis, and Alva, fellow first training class members like Krell, and a few from the First Fleet.

Even Kelson Augustine from the Second Fleet, with whom he previously had conflicts, was among those seeing him off, which somewhat surprised Aiven.

However, it was just routine competition before, with no deep grudges. As one of the outstanding Navy Officers in this batch, there will naturally be many opportunities to interact in the future. No one wants to make the relationship too tense, so let bygones be bygones.

However, someone Aiven was very concerned about was missing from the crowd.

"Sob sob sob..."

A whimpering sound like that of a small animal came from the small garden of Cooper Manor.

Wearing a white long dress and looking as cute as a princess, a young girl squatted in front of a cluster of blooming lilacs, hugging her shoulders and softly sobbing.

Rustle rustle...

Light footsteps sounded behind her.

"Angie, why couldn't Aiven find you when he came to the manor to say goodbye?"

"Sob sob sob, the teacher doesn't want me anymore." The girl threw herself into Daphne's warm embrace, heartbroken and sobbing.

"If you insist on going back to Gabred with him, I'm sure Aiven would agree." Daphne gently smoothed the girl's hair.

"But, but I don't want to trouble him."

"You should still say goodbye to him! Who knows how long it will be before he comes back after leaving now? You don't want any regrets, do you? I'll arrange a carriage for you, and if you go now, you should still be able to catch him at the port."

"Yes, I'll say goodbye to the teacher, but I don't need a carriage."

As soon as she finished speaking.

Flap flap——

The sound of birds' wings flapping arose.

At the port.

After bidding farewell to all his friends, Aiven stood on the ship that hadn't set sail yet, looking back at the city behind him, seemingly expecting something.

Suddenly.

A needle-tailed swift descended like a black flash from the clouds, gracefully spreading its wings as it landed on Aiven's shoulder, intimately nudging his ear.

"Goodbye! Teacher!" the soft voice of the girl echoed in his mind.

"Goodbye! Angie!"

"...."

Watching the message-bearing needle-tailed swift dart back into the clouds.

Aiven seemed to have put down a burden, and the smile on his face became more relaxed.

"As expected of Angie, even without a base station like Bess for assistance, she can achieve this level purely with her own abilities!"

As a naturally gifted White Witch, Angie was born with three extraordinary abilities: holy, healing, and summoning, with an innate affinity for animals.

"The Galliot Bird Transformation Technique 2.0" has been completed, and Aiven left two transformed seabirds of each kind for Angie, hoping to give her a preliminary self-defense ability during her apprenticeship.

Now it seems these seabirds might shine brightly in Angie's hands as well.

At this moment.

Whoosh whoosh——

The ship beneath them slowly started moving, setting sail amid the cries of seagulls, towards the sea, the distance, and the future...