Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1278

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Chapter 1278: Above You

Captain Herrs looked at Sylas for a moment, not answering immediately. He seemed like quite the serious man for a moment until he suddenly began to chuckle.

"This is your right, is it not? I can’t interfere directly to help you. I am not of the Scorpion Lineage, and even if I was, that would only be more reason why I could not. But you are still a disciple in waiting. You still deserve some advantages."

"Mm..." Sylas nodded slowly. "In that case, let me talk to the people down below."

Captain Herrs blinked in surprise. "You..."

"I won’t be making any unilateral decisions. I just want to speak to them."

"But then you will alert them that we know."

"As things are right now, do you have any leads on who they might be?"

Captain Herrs paused for a long while before shaking his head no. freewebnøvel_com

"In that case, the information is useless as is. They might not even care that you know so long as they can continue to protect their identities. They’ll just wait for the right moment and then stab you in the back."

After a long while, Captain Herrs nodded.

"Alright. You can. But I can’t give you official capacity to do anything. Also, just talking, no attacking, no killing, no threatening. Ultimately, this is still a ship of the Sanctum and acts as a good portion of their income."

"I understand," Sylas said calmly.

It seemed that Captain Herrs would have it seem like he was acting independently. That would put quite some pressure on Sylas, actually. Because he was already a target to begin with, if he also pissed the people scrunched up together down there as well, once the pirates really did come, their aim would certainly be their get-back.

However, Sylas didn’t seem to find a problem with this, bid farewell to the captain, and then closed the door.

Old Brama peeked out an eye from beneath his hat.

"Are you sure?"

It seemed to be the old man’s favorite phrase. By now, Sylas had gotten a feel for exactly what he meant when he said it, though.

"Won’t be a problem."

Sylas picked up his trench coat from the hanger, slid it on, and then left, his feet light and his gait balanced.

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The hangar down below was packed. The ship had seemed enormous from the outside, but right now barely 300 or so people were crammed into a single hall, huddled together with just a few faint lines separating them and allowing for walking lanes.