Chapter 308: A Vow Without Sincerity

Xifa did not agree, and said cautiously: "I am happy to assist you, but it depends on the specific incident. If it is beyond my ability, then I can only say sorry."

Well, it was taught with Bishop Miller.

Duware smiled slightly and nodded his head, approving Xifa's words. He leaned forward slightly, clenched his fist and coughed dryly, "You know 'Black Star'?"

Xifa was stunned for a moment. Could it be that the Church of the Storm is also interested in that ship. But if they are interested, it’s fine to go directly to the research. Is it necessary to make such a big detour by yourself?

He then thought of the current situation of the 'Black Star' being guarded by the Royal Navy, and he generally understood it.

"People who come to Skye Island probably don't know about the 'Black Star'. In fact, I just went to visit it this morning. It is indeed a very strange ship. It can be stuffed into that kind of cave."

Duvale said 'oh', and continued: "Since you have already visited, you must have seen Trollope. He is a writer, and with the permission of the kingdom, he is the only one who is not a navy, but can board a ship for research. people."

"Today is Wednesday. He usually boards the ship for work on Wednesday and Friday, and sometimes stays on the ship for three consecutive days from Monday to Wednesday."

Xifa did not expect that Duware would mention that writer, which made him feel that things were not that simple.

"Yes, I have. My guide introduced him."

"That's easy."

Duware's expression was serious and serious: "It is this gentleman who asked us for help. The trouble he needs to solve is related to the 'Black Star'. If you have visited it, you will know that the Royal Navy guards it. ship."

"In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding, I hope you can come forward instead of us. Of course, you can go to Trollope to understand the situation before deciding whether to accept this commission. In any case, we will thank you for your help."

After thinking about it for a while, Sifa felt that he could meet with Trollope before making a decision, so he agreed, "I will go to this Mr. Writer, but is he willing to see me?"

Duware took out a letter: "Bring it, he will see you."

After lunch, Xifa returned to the hotel and asked the boss to inform Uchidi that he had something to do in the afternoon, so he would not visit other places.

After resting in the room for a while, he took the 'cane of resentment', and according to the address provided by Duware, he found a house near Wave Street.

Standing on the porch, Cifer rang the rattle, listening to the melodious ringing of the bells through the house. After a while, the door opened a crack, and a pair of eyes looked at Sifa from the outside.

"Who are you?"

Trollope's voice sounded like Backlund's accent. It seemed that this gentleman came from the capital of all capitals. Xifa was a little surprised, but he passed Duvale's letter of introduction quickly: "Your Excellency Duware sent me here."

"oh?"

Trollope took the envelope and opened it on the spot. After reading the letter, he opened the door: "Come in."

Walking into the living room, Xifa saw many Backlund-style things, from furniture to decorations, almost all bearing the brand of that city.

"Sit down, would you like black tea or coffee?"

"Black tea."

After a while, a cup of black tea was placed in front of Xifa. He didn't rush to get it, but looked at Trollope, and at the writer. Trollope is a tasteful middle-aged man with profound features and blue eyes reminiscent of the sea.

He sat across from Sifa, brushing his light brown hair now and then. He looks tired, which can be seen from the way he sits and the way he looks.

"So, how can I help you?" Sifer broke the silence in the living room.

Trollope took a deep look at Sifer: "I hope to save my child."

"Your boy, Harry?" Cefer felt dazed and clueless.

Trollope nodded heavily and said: "You know Harry's name, it seems that you live in the 'Mermaid Hotel'. Now that you have heard about us, you should know that I have no other child."

Sir, that is to say, you have your own wife and children in your hometown?

Xifa clenched his fists and coughed dryly. He didn't intend to pay attention to his private affairs, and only focused on the entrustment in front of him. If you complete Trollope's commission, you should be able to get benefits from the Church of the Storm.

"But... I don't think your child is in danger. Could it be that you doubt your wife, Ms. Darlene, will be bad for Harry?" Sifer raised his own doubts.

Unexpectedly, Trollope shook his head and said, "No, Darlene loves that child very much. If something happens to Harry, she will give her life to protect him. I have no doubt about it."

"Then who do you think would be bad for Harry?"

Trollope hesitated and said, "Actually, you don't need to know that much. I have done enough research. You just need to do what I say."

Xifa leaned on the back of the chair, and said decisively: "That's not possible. I need to know all the information to be able to assess the difficulty and danger of the incident. I will not, and it is impossible to joke about my life."

Trollope was speechless for a moment, and it could be seen that he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, and Sifa decided to add another fire to him.

Standing up, Xifa shrugged and said, "Since you don't want to disclose it, forget it. I will tell Lord Duvale the truth and let him arrange another person for you to solve your problem."

Trollope stood up suddenly: "No, there's no time. Well, damn it, you come with me."

They walked up to the second floor and came to a room deep in the corridor. Trollope turned his head and said, "Before I go in, I need you to swear by your name to the god you believe in, and swear that you will never reveal what happened next. things to see."

"If others know that the information in this room is leaked, I will be very troublesome."

I guess, probably the Royal Navy will trouble you?

Xifa coughed dryly, and said solemnly: "I, Raleigh, swear by my name to the great Lord of Storms that I will never reveal anything about this room to the outside world."

Trollope felt relieved, took out the key, and opened the door.

I'm not one to tip off casually, and besides, I'm not Rayleigh. Under Rayleigh's identity, it was actually Xifa. But in Xifa's body, there lived a traverser named 'Li Zexi'.

In addition, I don't believe in the Lord of Storms, although recently I got a little close to the Church of Storms and complained in my heart, Sifer followed Trollope into the room.

The room was dark, and the windows seemed to have their curtains drawn all around, and when Trollope lit the gas lamps, Sifa could see, on the floor and on the walls of the room. Filled with various books and materials, pasted with various photos and notes