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Chapter 759: Chapter 290: The Situation (2 in 1 Long Chapter)_4
"Tasa, it looks like we have to go back," Menia patted the scales of the red dragon beneath him.
The red dragon named Tasa let out a low growl and immediately pulled a one hundred and eighty-degree turn, speeding towards the direction of the fleet.
After a while, Menia was seen controlling the giant dragon and landing on a huge five-masted warship. The stern of the warship had been specially modified, with a platform added for Dragon Knights to take off and land.
Inside the captain’s quarters of the Fearless.
"Campbell, bring the fleet back," said Menia as he walked into the captain’s room, addressing an elder in the uniform of a general.
On the elder’s uniform epaulets shone three round golden emblems that symbolized the sun; he was Admiral Campbell, the commander of the South Sea Fleet.
Upon hearing Menia’s words, Campbell was stunned and incredulously said,
"Your Highness, we are currently in full advantage, the Sea Clan has been retreating step by step, and moreover, after searching for this period of time, we have almost completely scouted out the hiding sea area of the magic-tailed three-headed sea dragon."
"Why...."
"I have to return to the Imperial City," Menia waved his hand and sighed, "There are more important matters."
Admiral Campbell became even more puzzled upon hearing the answer.
He didn’t know of anything more important than the matter at hand.
After all, once Prince Menia left, there would be no one to directly confront the magic-tailed three-headed sea dragon.
"It’s just a temporary concession; if all goes well, I can be back in half a month," Menia calculated the time, with just nine days left until the last Sunday of the Moon of Green Grass.
Admiral Campbell looked at Menia’s beautiful face, thoughtful.
He knew that this prince, who was the nephew of the Emperor of the Empire, must have received some special command; otherwise, he wouldn’t choose to leave at this juncture.
In the entire Empire, besides the Senate, the only one who could command Menia, the royal Dragon Knight, was that one person.
A direct order from the Emperor himself left no room for discussion.
"Messenger, send word, gather the fleet, the first division move towards Fishing Port Town, the second division...." Command after command came out of Admiral Campbell’s mouth in an orderly fashion.
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Meanwhile.
Up in the city district in Mingster, inside a mansion belonging to a rich merchant.
Oil painting master Franco Vancliff’s art exhibition was being held busily in the villa’s corridor.
Walking to and fro were not only meticulously dressed girls and ladies but also numerous gentlemen in smart attire, creating a lively scene.
This painting master, renowned throughout the Empire, was extremely skilled at portrait painting, with each of his works selling for several hundred to a few thousand Empire Gold Coins.
At that moment, a tall, thin male dressed in a black robe, wearing a hood, carrying an object shaped like a picture frame covered with black cloth, slowly approached the villa’s main door.
"Sir, if you wish to attend the art exhibition, please present your invitation," asked a guard at the door, stepping forward as he saw the hooded man approaching.
The robed man slightly lifted his head, revealing a pair of profound eyes beneath the hood that seemed to instantly captivate one’s soul.
Upon seeing the man’s eyes, several guards immediately stiffened, their eyes becoming unfocused as they stepped aside from their blocking position.
The robed man smiled faintly and slowly walked into the villa.
After a while, the befuddlement in the guards’ eyes vanished.
However, they had no recollection of what had just happened.
And around the corner of the gallery,
The robed man replaced one of the paintings on the wall with the one in his hands.
The entire action was done openly, yet the dozen or so people nearby seemed completely unaware.
Shortly thereafter, someone saw the artwork on the wall and exclaimed,
"Hey, this painting is so unique, it doesn’t seem to be in Master Franco’s style."
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