Naville Port, the largest port of the Oblivion Church, was crowded on the shore. Male and female believers came to wait when they learned that the fleet would return to the port today.
The atmosphere of waiting was very depressing, because from many aspects, this expedition did not seem to be very smooth.
Compared to the Alchemy Council, the Royal Navy of the Elba Royal Family was not strong, and the Navy of the Evil God Cult was even weaker.
The believers' faith was extremely firm, but faith could not help them alleviate the pain after the death of their loved ones. War is cruel, and anyone may die. No one will be invulnerable just because they believe in evil gods.
Old Bart stood behind the crowd, thinking fortunately that fortunately his relatives died when he was young, otherwise he would be the one suffering now. Because all his relatives died, he dared to buy and sell everything on the black market. After all, he had nothing to lose.
The ships of the Oblivion Church appeared on the horizon. Of the 25 ships that set out on the expedition, only 12 were left. This loss made Old Bart feel that the Elba Royal Navy was still quite powerful.
Oh, he was well-informed. He knew that at the critical moment of the naval battle, pirates and the Royal Knights joined the battlefield, causing heavy losses to the Oblivion Church.
Speaking of which, Old Bart had dealt with the pirate who played an important role among the pirates. That was Rudolph the Crucible, the Immortal Phoenix Wizard of the South Sky.
When the Rudolph just arrived at the Port of Naville, Old Bart felt that the Rudolph would be a big shot in the future. Sure enough, his vision was good.
After the ship docked, it quickly entered the stage of hatred rendering.
Compared with the expectations of the evil god, hatred can also make believers hate the heretics without faith in the northern continent more in the future.
Old Bart didn't want to watch this. One priest after another appeared in the crowd and began to exaggerate how cruel and vicious the people of the Northern Continent were. Old Bart thought it was meaningless. Just fight a war. It made him seem like he was fighting for justice. It was nothing more than the evil god wanting to gain the faith of the Northern Continent.
He slowly moved back. He couldn't be targeted by the priests at this time. The priests were very enthusiastic. If he left carelessly, there would be a lot of trouble. He could only leave slowly.
Old Bart returned to the boat market and his shop.
When he sat down and just drank a sip of rum, he heard a voice behind him.
"Old Bart, who sells everything, I want to buy a piece of information."
Old Bart's scalp numbed instantly. He could survive in the black market for so long. One of the important abilities was his good memory. He could remember the people who came to the store more than ten years ago.
This voice... Old Bart turned his head and saw a man in a cloak.
He put down the rum, slowly stood up, closed the door of the shop, and hung up a sign saying that the shop was closed today.
It made no difference whether the door was closed or not. The person behind him could easily kill him, so he might as well serve him well. They had some friendship in the past, so the result should not be too bad.
After the wooden boards were completely sealed and the shop fell into darkness, Old Bart turned around and asked, "What information do you want, customer?"
"Old Bart, I want to know the information about the Level 5 Word Spirit in Port Naville."
Bart frowned instantly: "You can't ask about this! The Level 5 Word Spirit in Port Naville is heavily protected in the church navy. And he has a sense of danger. If someone asks about him, he doesn't need evidence and will realize it immediately."
"I just need a general information, even a name or a portrait, a photo or something."
"I'll try my best, but the price..."
"Just make an offer, I have plenty of money."
"I need a Level 5 magic weapon!"
"You dare to make an offer." The man in the hood thought for a while and said, "Deal, I'll give you a Level 5 magic weapon."
To find out the information about a Word Spirit is not something that ordinary people can do. Old Bart has risks but also needs sufficient rewards.
Old Bart looked at the man in the cloak disappearing under the floor, and then he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from the back of his head. This was the wizard who had severely injured the 7th-level high priest. This was the Blasphemer's Furnace, and the Blasphemer was still alive and kicking.
Old Bart dared to take this order because he had lived to this day and mastered many little tricks. It was not that he had never dealt with the Word Spirit before. He discovered a secret of the Word Spirit, a secret that he had never told anyone else.
After leaving the store through the back door, Old Bart went to a slum.
In a low wooden shed, Old Bart and the two young men whispered for a long time.
After returning to the store, Old Bart patiently waited for the result.
The two young men were very ordinary people, not servants of God, nor any apostles, they were just ordinary people living in Port Naville.
It was precisely because they were ordinary people that they could deal with the Word Spirit.
All the abilities of the apostles are based on the power of the apostles, and the same is true for the divination and intuition of the Word Spirit. If the enemy does not use the power of the apostles, then the divination power of the Word Spirit will not be effective.
Any other apostles, oh, except for the fraudulent priest, will be passive when dealing with the Word Spirit. Ordinary people are different. They have nothing. In the divination power of the Word Spirit, ordinary people are no different from weeds on the roadside. It's just that weeds that can move have special advantages.
At the port of Naville, two idle young men were lying on the roadside with a wooden box in front of them. There were only three copper shields in the wooden box, which they put in by themselves, telling passers-by that there are still people who are generous.
They covered their faces with straw hats, and in fact, the two of them took turns looking at the flagship of the church navy from under the straw hats.
Everyone who got on and off the flagship was imprinted in their minds.
They didn't have many targets. First, they focused on the fanatics, then eliminated the other apostles with obvious characteristics among the fanatics, and found the fanatics who were protected at all times, looked weak and had little fighting power.
Soon, the two locked on a man who liked to wear a yellow robe, who perfectly met the characteristics described above.
Old Bart came to the port in person one afternoon. When he passed by the two young men, he pretended to throw two copper shields to the two young men and tried to introduce them to a job.
The conversation failed, and Old Bart turned his head in disappointment and prepared to leave the dock. Like everyone else, he couldn't help but take a few more glances at the huge flagship and saw the fanatic walking on the gangway.
When Old Bart looked at him, the fanatic suddenly turned his head and looked at the shore.
Old Bart turned his head quickly and didn't dare to look any more. The intuition of the words spirit was really troublesome, but he wouldn't be pulled over and beaten to death after taking a look at the flagship.
The crazy believer of the Word Spirit withdrew his gaze in confusion. The port was full of people of all kinds, and he didn't know who was staring at him.
"Yellow robe, long beard, go to the temple every three days, okay, I get it."