635 Misgivings

At the same time, on board the flagship of the Phantom Fleet, the commander exclaimed in amazement, "It's just like a miracle."

He turned back. "Lady Schubert, thank you for your work."

In a quiet corner of the bridge, the old nun kept her eyes low. She said nothing and simply recited the scriptures in a low voice. Beside her, the bishop named Raymond said a few modest words on her behalf. He looked at the fleet of Anglo on the frozen sea with satisfaction, and his expression turned more and more delighted.

"Need we not take them prisoners?" Such a situation alone did not satisfy the commander. "At the very least, we can board the ship first and control the bridge."

"No, that way, a war will be inevitable." Raymond shook his head. "Surely, your country also has no intentions to stir up more trouble at such a juncture when the Ultimate has appeared.