MM Racing Chapter 146 Someone Searching for Brando
Chapter 146 Someone Searching for Brando
Chapter 146 Someone Searching for Brando
Golden Dream.
"So Brando has gone missing."
In the captain's cabin, "Iceberg Admiral" Edwina looked at her old classmate across from her, her tone calm.
"Pretty much," Anderson slumped into the sofa and sighed.
"Have you had your fortune told?" Edwina asked.
"I tried it, but it didn't work." Anderson shrugged. "Just like I wrote in my letter, the storm sank the whole ship, and we couldn't even find a large plank."
The old man at the church told me to go look for it, but where am I supposed to look? I barely managed to escape myself!
Anderson gestured wildly for a while, then smiled again.
"That's why I came to find you."
"Old classmate, I'm in trouble. You won't just leave me without helping, will you?" Anderson tried to appeal to his emotions.
Anderson played the emotional card, clearly forgetting that he had pulled Edwin's braids back in school.
Edwina gave him a cold glance: "I didn't receive any orders from the Church. Besides, this is your own task."
"Hey, don't be so heartless. Brando was on your ship before, wasn't he?"
"Strictly speaking, he is a guest, not one of the people on my ship."
"But—" Edwina thought of the key and the scene from when she was studying all the notes, and she parted her lips slightly:
"As Brando's mentor to some extent, I also have an obligation to ensure his safety."
She paused, then added, "I've already hired a professional for this."
"Already?" Anderson was a little confused.
A moment later, there was a knock on the captain's cabin door. A man dressed in a smart black trench coat, wearing a top hat, and with a silver badge pinned to his chest entered.
"Victor?" Anderson was somewhat taken aback when he saw the person who had arrived.
As a bounty hunter who roams the seas, he is quite familiar with the other party, who has a fleet that serves as a mobile black market at sea and can be considered the most famous trader and intelligence provider at sea.
He himself had also bought many good things from the other party.
"Why are you here?"
"Wherever there's business, there I am," Victor said, flashing his signature business smile.
He had come to resupply the Golden Dream as usual, but Edwina kept him and offered him a business opportunity. As a businessman, he had no reason to refuse.
"After you informed me of this, I contacted Victor."
Edwina explained to Anderson, "He's more professional than us when it comes to intelligence gathering."
"And it's secretive enough."
"Hey, you were acting all nonchalant just now, turns out you're more anxious than I am!" Anderson said, sounding like a seasoned "hunter."
Edwina frowned slightly, ignoring his teasing, and turned her gaze to Victor: "The matter I asked you to investigate..."
How is it?
"I've investigated the shipwreck thoroughly." Victor's smile faded, and he adopted a serious, professional tone. "Essentially, that storm was indeed an accident."
"At the time, the Church of Storms was besieging the Sea God. From the information I received, 'Sea King' Arne Cortman also joined the fray."
"Aquaman—" Anderson's expression turned serious. "Yes."
"Obviously—" Victor nodded, "the passenger ship you were on was right in the middle of their battlefield, so it was affected."
"The pirate ship that tried to rob you was also swept to the bottom of the sea."
"I see—" Anderson said thoughtfully, "A storm of that level is indeed not something an ordinary demigod could create."
"That passenger ship was just unlucky; it veered off course. If it had been on the normal route, it wouldn't have sunk," Victor added.
"What's the situation at the Church of Storms now? I heard that a state of martial law has been inexplicably imposed in Bayam," Edwina asked after hearing Victor's report.
"The Church of Storms blocked the news, pinning the whole thing on the pirates, claiming that the pirates plundered the passenger ship and brutally massacred everyone."
"Hey, those pirates are probably already feeding the fish at the bottom of the sea, and they still have to carry such a huge burden on their shoulders," Anderson joked with a laugh.
"—" Edwina and Victor both turned their gazes in that direction.
"Why are you looking at me? Keep talking," Anderson waved his hand.
"Ahem." Victor cleared his throat. "There have been rumors of martial law being declared in Bayam recently, but the situation is still relatively normal."
There's some connection to the Church of Storms, but I'm not sure if it's specifically because of this. Of course, if you want to find out, I can help you inquire, but—that's at a different price.
Upon hearing this, Edwina shook her head slightly and analyzed softly:
"This matter shouldn't be enough to prompt the Church of Storms to take such a big step."
Anderson nodded in agreement: "Although it involves the upper echelons of the Church of Storms."
"But such incidents of accidentally injuring civilians happened frequently in the past, and the Storm Church is full of people who don't think before they act." After Victor left, Anderson and Edwina exchanged a glance.
"If that's the case, then Brando is probably in grave danger!" Anderson spoke first.
"No." Edwina shook her head gently. "I don't think he would have died so easily."
"Let's go check out the area where the accident happened first."
"Mother—" Tracy looked at the suddenly appearing Katarina, a pang of sadness welling up in her eyes, but fear followed.
With Mother here, it means that the matter of those materials can no longer be kept secret!
"Tracy, I've finally found you! Where have you been all this time?" Katarina cupped her face in her hands, her voice full of concern and heartache.
If you didn't know they were both "witches," this would have been a deeply moving scene of maternal love and filial piety.
"I—" Tracy was about to speak when she looked up and saw Milso and the other sailors behind her mother.
Her eyes turned cold, and she immediately ordered, "You, get out of here right now!"
"Yes," Milsoir, feeling guilty, didn't hesitate and hurriedly led his sailors away without looking back.
"Your subordinate is quite unruly—" Katarina said with a smile, her red lips slightly parted. "If I hadn't arrived in time, you, little Tracy, would probably be in trouble."
"What?! He actually dared to do that?" Tracy was somewhat surprised; she had just been immersed in the despair brought on by the huge blow.
He was completely unaware of his subordinate's subtle actions.
"So, what were you thinking about just now, that you were so engrossed in it?"
"I—" Tracy bit her lip and didn't speak.
"Sigh, it seems little Tracy has grown up and has her own secrets now," Katarina sighed softly, feigning displeasure.
Her gaze was immediately drawn to the items in the storage room.
"I never expected you to find such a treasure." She looked at the warehouse full of extraordinary materials with some surprise.
"Mother—" Tracy stood in front of her mother, spreading her arms to protect the storage room door.
She knew that if her mother discovered these materials, it meant that the witch cult had also discovered them, which meant there was a high probability that they would be "confiscated" and used as so-called merits.
Of course, the mother might cut off a portion for her own use.
But without a doubt, all of Tracy's previous plans would be in vain. Becoming a demigod, gaining freedom, and living happily ever after—thinking of this, a strong sense of resentment rose in her heart.
"Only half of the materials here are mine," Tracy insisted stubbornly.
"Oh," Katarina's smile turned playful. "Then whose is the other half?"
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