Fisher stepped on the old man’s body, his expression a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile,
"You know, greedy people always rush to expose their own flaws. If you really boarded the ship and did nothing, didn’t open up Magic, I might have had to put more effort into prying the password to open this Magic from your mind..."
"How does it feel to kill the Captain and monopolize the treasure? Now you’ve finally got what you wanted, are you satisfied?"
Although Fisher had harbored no good intentions towards the old man when he first boarded the ship, once Fisher learned the story of what happened on the ship and that the Hidden Magic had been unlocked, the old man was already dead to Fisher; it didn’t matter to him whether he fired or not.
"No...you...how do you know? Listen to me, I wasn’t involved in what happened on the ship, it was other crew members who attacked the Captain, I was just defending myself. You...you want the treasure on the ship, right? I can give you all the treasures, just spare my life and let me leave the ship, all these things can be yours!"
"You seek just that, don’t you? Everyone does, there’s no need to go overboard, right? Release me, and I can swim back to Patulshen Island, just if..."
In the darkness, Fisher ignored his excuses, slowly lifting the Fluid Sword in his hand, aiming at the old man who struggled feebly on the ground,
"Enough, shut up. Whatever you have to argue you can discuss in front of the Mother Goddess... Oh, and one more thing, Captain Jesse sends his regards."
The old man’s pupils dilated; the next moment, a flash of silver plunged into his neck, completely severing his head and body, and even in death, his hands still clutched desperately at the golden Compass before his chest, as if to embed his fingers into the gold.
"Wow, he seems to have wet himself. Disgusting... Wait, Fisher, if you kill him, can you sail the ship, sail it to the Northern Realm?"
"This steamship is steam-powered, just keep the course right and it won’t go wrong. I learned how to drive steamships at the military academy, and with Magic and your help, there’s no worry about the lack of hands."
"...I’m just a book! How can I help you drive?"
"There’s always something I can help with, Emhardt Crew."
Fisher shifted his gaze from the old man’s body on the ground towards the space hidden behind the Magic. He moved a bit closer and saw the jewels, gold, and two oddly shaped items hidden inside, along with some old documents from the exploration company.
It seemed that this Magic was originally intended for the Captain to store these important documents; who knew Captain Jesse had put an extra hidden compartment behind his bookshelf as well.
Fisher took out the golden jewelry and the two strangely shaped relics; however, the room was too dark, probably because the Illumination’s Magic Emblem was about to disappear, so he had to leave the gold there, dragging the old man’s body and taking the two relics back up to the deck.
After throwing the old man’s body into the sea, he returned to Captain Jesse’s brightly lit room in the Captain’s Room, meticulously examining the two oddly shaped relics before him.
The first item was very recognizable; although its shape was odd, it carried a very sophisticated beauty, shaped like a breastplate and extremely thin, forged from some kind of metal, so light that Fisher hardly felt its weight, like holding a feather.
"Fisher! This relic is a Holy Descendants-made breastplate, just like you’d think, not only is it very light but also especially hard, and this one is also of very high quality among Holy Objects, look, the patterns on it are very even, which means that the Holy Descendant who forged it must be a highly skilled Advanced Forger..."
Fisher tried the breastplate against his chest and suddenly realized it could actively adjust its size to fit his body. As soon as he put the Angel Armor on his body, it tightly clung to him as if it had been tailored just for him.
After that, Fisher took it off to test its actual strength; striking the surface of the breastplate bare-handed left no marks, and even adding the Fluid Sword only produced a few fine traces, indicating it could withstand attacks from Eighth to Ninth Rank Constitutions without any problem.
Satisfied with its use, Fisher wore it under his shirt, moved around to ensure there was no discomfort, and then happily turned his attention to the next relic.
It was a ring entirely black in color, with no gemstones set in it, but the ring’s band was much broader than the rings Fisher usually carved Magic into, more than twice as broad.
"Emhardt, do you recognize this thing?"
Fisher examined the black ring in his hand; although it possessed a peculiar sheen exclusive to relics, so far it had shown no effects.
"Uh...this, I don’t quite recognize, and, this Holy Object seems a bit... well, crude?"