1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King - Chapter 185 - 185 Arrival (1)

185 Arrival (1)

After William teleported back to the beacon he had placed in the cargo hold, he looked around at the crew which crowded the area in confusion.

The entire warehouse was in full swing. The wooden crates he had brought over to contain the raw Elementium Silver and crude refining ores had been mostly opened, and a few people were surrounding the safe where the Elementium Silver refined ingots were placed.

The sudden lightning and whistle produced by Teleportation made many people subconsciously shrink their necks. Everyone’s gaze was attracted by the sudden flash of light.

After seeing who it was, the entire cabin fell into a strange silence.

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William broke the silence after a while and asked, “What’s going on?”

He quickly found Captain Hobbs in the crowd—he was standing beside the safe with Big Steel Cannon and Lightning Fire. It looked like the two half-baked magic chanters wanted to crack the seal on the safe.

Seeing that no one answered his question, William used the remaining mana in the holy emblem to flash in front of Hobbs. He looked at the crippled old man and asked again, “What’s going on?”

Seeing William appear in front of him instantly, Captain Hobbs looked terrified as if he had seen a ghost.

“You… You’re still alive?”

“Should I be dead?” William asked.

Upon hearing the other party’s question, Hobbs recalled the fear on the faces of the High Elves when they talked about the legend of the Mist Spirit.

He swallowed subtly and said, “Because… no one can return alive after being targeted by the phantom in the mist.”

“Then there is now,” William shrugged and replied. Then, he asked for the third time, “So, what are you guys doing?”

There was no need to ask this question. Although William was stunned when he returned, he quickly realized what was going on.

However, he didn’t feel any anger. Instead, he found it funny.

This is a very pragmatic world…

He sighed inwardly.

Upon hearing William’s question, Hobbs forced an embarrassed smile and said hesitantly, “Here’s the thing…”

William smiled and nodded, indicating for the other party to continue.

He didn’t have any other intentions. He just wanted to hear what reason the other party planned on using to bullsh*t him.

The other party looked at the calm smile on William’s face and recalled the strength he had displayed. The invisible pressure made Hobbs find it stifling.

“I’m sorry. We originally thought that you were dead, so…”

Under this pressure, Hobbs finally lowered his head and admitted.

William took a step forward and patted the other party’s shoulder. He teased, “So you came over, hoping to see how much you could earn from this trip.”

Cold sweat instantly dripped down Hobbs’s forehead.

“Sorry…”

William didn’t ask further.

He walked to the safe and briefly checked the sealing spells on it before saying,

“It’s fine. Since there weren’t any losses, let’s stick with the contract. Continue proceeding in the direction of Ava State. Don’t waste any more time.”

With that said, he looked around at the surrounding crew. The invisible pressure from him instantly filled the entire cabin.

“Everyone, do what you need to do. However, remember not to bring out anything you shouldn’t.”

In the silent warehouse, William’s not-so-loud voice reached everyone’s ears clearly.

The crew members felt pardoned when they heard that. They put down the wooden boxes in their arms and returned them to their original positions before hurriedly running out as if they were fleeing.

The few people standing beside the safe wanted to follow them out, but William stopped them with a look.

William looked at Hobbs and pointed behind him.

“I’ll pay another 30% for the trip. How about vacating a few more guest rooms on the ship?”

Hobbes had long noticed the five people who had returned with William—four of the men had collapsed on their backs, and it was impossible to tell if they were dead or alive. The remaining woman crossed her arms and curled up in a corner, trembling. From time to time, she would look up and steal glances at them.

“Hurry up and get that lady a dry towel,” Hobbs said to the person beside him. Then, he turned to look at William and asked in confusion,

“Who are they?”

“The survivors from the empire warship from before,” William replied.

“Three sailors, a magic chanter, and a… Uh, Priest of the Holy Spirits Church.”

With that said, he pointed at the five people.

“That warship was also attacked by the mist phantom. Only these five people survived.”

“By the Holy Spirits…”

The captain opened his mouth slightly and looked at William.

“So what do you plan on doing with these people? Make them walk the plank?”

“If I planned on doing that, there wouldn’t be a need to spend so much effort to bring them here,” William replied.