Lance finished speaking and didn't bother to stay, turning around and leaving directly.

Someone will handle the remaining matters; there are still many things he needs to resolve now.

The Mendicant Monk looked at the situation on the field and understood why this man could have absolute control.

But why does he hold a bias against the Church?

No one answered him because Lance's figure had already disappeared into the night, and those people were busy under the army's control.

At this time, Grendel, who had been observing from the sidelines, finally appeared next to Lance.

"Don't you need to deal with those two?"

"No need, the plan has changed, I still have use for them. This time we have dismantled the evil cult's power in the wilderness and entered the ruins, but also discovered many troubles."

Lance showed no intent to continue with the topic, "How is Baldwin's situation?"

"Stable, but Amanda is still on the ship."

"What's going on?"

"After the battle, Sela had someone inform me to ask you to come over, because those Romanis wouldn't let me take the people down. I only know Amanda is unconscious, and the current situation is unclear."

"I'll handle the next steps; you've worked hard." Lance paused his steps, turning towards Grendel, noticing her pallor and significant exhaustion; these past few days have been difficult for her.

The Spellcasters' power is strong but equally dangerous. The backlash and overexertion they endure isn't easily healed, and she has persisted under negative conditions for so long, just to avoid disrupting Lance's plan.

"You too..." Grendel sighed, raising her hand to touch Lance's torn clothes; it's hard to imagine what kind of battle intensity could cause such damage.

"I'm fine, but you need a good rest now, listen to me~"

Lance activated [Bless] to erase her fatigue, and the spiritual exhaustion was easily alleviated.

The potions from the Deerhead Tribe cannot quickly recover, but for him, it's a piece of cake.

"Oh, here's something for you."

Lance took out a piece of sea fish scale to give her; this thing is useless to Lance, but it's a life-saving treasure for others. Surely, one shouldn't forget their own people when good things arise.

After comforting Grendel, Lance went directly toward the pier; he needs to know more information.

The news of the Lord's return had already spread, though their task is to guard the coast.

Now the Lord has arrived, mingling among them and meeting with the army and militia.

The atmosphere full of pressure dissipated immediately; this is the charm of the Lord.

In fact, if Lance hadn't intentionally been lenient, the Mendicant Monk couldn't have stirred up trouble; with his control over Hamlet, he would have been quashed the moment he emerged.

Lance doesn't know whether what he did was right or not, but this world inherently has no right or wrong; rooting out those lurking threats and maintaining Hamlet's stability is enough for him.

There were quite a few militia and patrolmen involved from the start here; through their conversations, Lance roughly understood the situation at the time.

According to their accounts, this incident started with Amanda, who sounded the alarm to trigger the emergency mechanism.

But then she disappeared from the battlefield, according to Grendel, and she should be on the Romani's ship now.

Lance's investigation pointed elsewhere; after briefly appeasing those people, he set off toward the pier.

The damage caused by the waves was severe, nearly turning the place upside down; splintered wooden wreckage was the torn-off little fishing boats.

Mud coated the entire dock, and many ships suffered varying degrees of damage; no one had the energy to clean up here, all busy with tense preparations for battle.

And this was just the aftershock; it was hard for Lance, who hadn't personally experienced it, to fathom how fierce the storm was at that time.

Fortunately, the merchant ships didn't have serious problems, perhaps a bit of damage but at least they didn't sink.

Lance directly approached the Romani's ship, feeling the abundant spiritual essence from afar; this is what wasn't shown before...

At this moment, the Romani on the ship seemed like frightened birds, and Lance's approach caught their attention; or perhaps anyone who went through those events wouldn't fare much better.

Sela walked out of the cabin, standing at the bow, looking at the figure emerging in the darkness, involuntarily frowning, whispering quietly.

"This Lord comes with ill intent~"

"Sir, isn't it us who are coming?"

A sentence from the guard beside her left Sela speechless, gesturing for the subordinate to toss down a line.

Lance didn't care at all, directly climbing the rope to board the ship, looking like he wasn't worried about encountering any ambush.

Upon meeting for the first time, Sela saw Lance's battered appearance and couldn't help but furrow her brows.

To her knowledge, the Lord's strength should be significant enough to make Elders bow.

What on earth could have happened to him to cause this state?

And how did he survive such injuries?

Amanda seemed to say he left Hamlet, who the enemy was? Could it be related to the Deep Diver...

"Where is Amanda?"

Lance directly cut to the core; Romanis aren't his people, and he has no reason to waste words on them.

There are no spectators here; comparatively, he is more eager to see Amanda.

Because only by finding Amanda can he learn what actually happened.

Sela, as someone dealing in intelligence, instinctively collects and analyzes information until Lance's question snapped her back.

"What kind of attitude is this? If it weren't for us Romanis counteracting the Fishmen's spells, Hamlet would have been destroyed by the storm. For this, Amanda hasn't woken up yet!"

Don't think that activating the ship's ritual doesn't require a price.

She was dragged into the Deep Diver's invasion and paid quite a price for it; currently unhappy with Lance's cold attitude.

These Romanis never have a good temper; Sela isn't someone easy to bully either.

Lance really didn't know; those soldiers certainly couldn't perceive the fluctuations of spiritual essence, Grendel arrived later, and Baldwin wasn't seen.

As for the Church Duo, their interaction was just fighting, so it's really unclear.

"I just returned and don't know what happened."

Lance stands firm on being clear about grievances, and his attitude softened a bit, quickly supplementing with a sentence.

"What's Amanda's situation now? Take me to see her immediately."

Sela, seeing Lance back down, didn't continue to waste words, leading him into the cabin, and in a room full of runes and items, he saw Amanda lying in a ritual, surrounded by bizarre forces.

Looking at her condition, it's not just as simple as falling unconscious; there's even blood at the corner of her mouth, not yet wiped away, as if she's in critical condition, dying.

"What's the situation now?"

Regarding this, Lance could only look to Sela.

"This lunatic used the ship's ritual to counter the storm summoned by those dozen Fishmen Shaman; I don't know how she succeeded, but it exhausted spiritual essence and caused ritual backlash.

The injuries are really severe, and I can only keep her here, borrowing the strength of the ritual to maintain her life. Once she leaves, she may soon die."

"Remove the ritual." Lance observed the situation, didn't hesitate much before speaking directly.

But hearing this, Sela couldn't help but be stunned, instinctively asking.

"Then what?"

"Then I'll take her away."

"Damn! Didn't I just say she would die once she leaves the ritual, didn't you hear it?" she emphasized filled with hatred and discontent, "Before she fell unconscious, she was calling your name, saying only you could save her, is this how you save her?"

"It shows Amanda knows me well, and you don't." Lance didn't get angry due to the questioning, merely stated calmly: "Remove the ritual."