School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 122 --Setting Sail

In an instant, the Heart of the Ocean became the center of attention.

The sea folk, almost involuntarily, took a step forward, drawn to the Heart of the Ocean, yearning to be nearer to it.

Even Godwin, a grandmaster-tier, extended his hand towards it, emotions flickering in his eyes.

However, he quickly suppressed his feelings and awkwardly withdrew his hand.

He hadn’t stooped to the level of outright snatching it, not with Barlo standing beside Owen.

"Friend," Godwin’s address to Owen changed upon seeing the object, "if you could return the Heart of the Ocean to our race, we would hold you in the highest esteem. Any request you have, just name it."

"Even if it means climbing a mountain of swords or descending into a sea of flames, I would not hesitate nor make any excuses."

Owen had underestimated the significance of the Heart of the Ocean to the sea race.

Before he could speak, Barlo, clutching Owen’s shoulder, secretly transmitted a message: "Your Highness, the Heart of the Ocean was not easily obtained. Don’t give it to them lightly; it won’t be easy to get back."

Master-tier beings were capable of soul telepathy.

Owen replied, "I have my considerations."

Barlo, initially startled by Owen’s actions, now settled down.

Owen held the Heart of the Ocean in his hand and clicked his tongue: "A semi-divine artifact, this must be the only semi-divine artifact revealed in Novalia."

Godwin, fixated on the Heart of the Ocean, said unwaveringly: "Indeed, it has not returned home for a long time.

It was taken away by a traitor over four thousand years ago."

Owen’s mind raced.

The Luminous Ancient Kingdom was established three thousand years ago, and the Heart of the Ocean appeared in Hope’s possession.

Could it be that the traitor from the sea race took the Heart of the Ocean out? And it just happened to fall into Hope’s hands, sparking a series of events.

Godwin, unaware of Owen’s thoughts, spoke even more earnestly: "Young friend, I hope you will consider my proposal. Trading the Heart of the Ocean for the full support of the sea race is a deal you won’t regret."

Owen shook his head, twirling the Heart of the Ocean between his fingers, almost dropping it several times.

The sea folk nearby watched with their hearts in their throats.

This was the Heart of the Ocean, after all.

"The Heart of the Ocean cannot be given to you," Owen stated firmly.

Seeing Godwin’s face darken and about to speak, Owen quickly added, "This item was originally ownerless, otherwise, it wouldn’t have ended up with Hope. Now, the Heart of the Ocean still recognizes its master. Even if I gave it to you, I doubt you would be able to use it."

Godwin’s expression turned grim.

He had also thought of this.

Phyllis had detailed the events within Heartstealer Island to him.

He knew that the Heart of the Ocean had merged with Owen and that without Owen’s death, it would be difficult for it to recognize another master.

Biting his lip, Godwin said, "You need not worry about that, saint. Just hand over the Heart of the Ocean to me, and I’ll find a way."

Owen, with narrowed eyes and a light laugh, responded: "Grandmaster Godwin, perhaps you’re being overly confident. As I said, you absolutely cannot take this away."

Godwin’s demeanor abruptly changed: "This is the territory of the sea race."

As his words fell, the sea folk around them raised their tridents and spears, pointing them at Owen and his group.

Finn, losing his patience, swiftly drew his sword, but the immense pressure of the deep sea made the action rather difficult, rendering it somewhat comical.

Seeing the peculiar looks from the sea folk, his lips twitched slightly as he thought to himself, "No wonder the sea race mostly uses forks, spears, and tridents. If they used swords, they wouldn’t be able to sheathe them."

Barlo snorted in disdain, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow at Mileen: "Going to attack? Think carefully."

Mileen, unsure what Godwin was thinking, frowned and rebuked, "Put your weapons away. Dragons are esteemed guests of the sea race. What are you doing?"

The sea folk awkwardly sheathed their weapons.

After exchanging a glance with Godwin, who seemed to soften a bit, Mileen managed to pull him aside.

Concerned for Owen, Barlo lingered until Owen gave him a reassuring look.

With that, Barlo left with Godwin.

Mileen stood still, her mere presence exuding an indescribable charm that stirred the hearts of those around her.

"Sire saint, are you sure you won’t stay with our race as a guest? There are some matters we would like to discuss with you."

Indeed, merfolk had the innate gift of enchanting voices, melodious and lyrical, like birdsong, soothing to the listeners, as if bathing in a hot spring with a beautiful masseuse.

Owen spoke earnestly: "Grandmaster Mileen, Phyllis has witnessed everything on Heartstealer Island, so I believe there’s little need for me to elaborate. As for visiting, I must decline. School might be starting soon."

"You’re still in school?" Mileen was taken aback, hearing for the first time that a saint would attend school.

Owen grinned and replied: "Learning is endless. It’s always good to have a bit more ’ink’ in the brain."

Mileen gazed pensively at Owen.

As fellow saints, the gap between Bessie, Aldington, and him seemed so vast.

Owen, feeling a bit uneasy under her gaze, touched his nose and diverted his attention.

"Since that’s the case, I won’t keep you any longer," Mileen said.

"What are Barlo and Grandmaster Godwin discussing?"

"You’ll find out if you ask Barlo later."

The two exchanged a silent look.

As for Quincy’s matter, Owen had already forgotten it.

This was the last thing Quincy did for the sea race.

His timeline had been locked at the moment he became a master.

Within the sea race, memories of Quincy seemed to have been erased.

Even the elders of the sea serpent race only remembered having a genius who became a master, but his whereabouts, probably no one knew.

Quincy had been forgotten by the world.

It was undeniable that Quincy was a person of high talent and intelligence.

He tried to carve out a path for the sea race in such a way.

Even in his failure, he left no trace, and no one would know it was the sea serpent race’s doing.

The moment he entered Heartstealer Island, he was prepared to die.

Soon after, Barlo returned with a solemn face.

In a low tone, he said, "Your Highness, let’s go."

Owen nodded in agreement.

Barlo, taking hold of Owen and his companions, began to ascend.

Watching Owen and his group leave, Bessie and Aldington were the most contemplative.

Both had entered the master-tier and could use soul telepathy.

"We should have been more decisive and left with Owen," Bessie’s voice echoed in their shared mental space.

"What if we suggested it and Owen refused? Then the sea race wouldn’t even tolerate us," Aldington’s thoughts were not as simple as his appearance suggested.

"I can’t believe it, the one we considered a waste has grown to such an extent."

"Don’t talk like that anymore."

"Hmph, I will say it. He’s just luckier. But in terms of strategy, can he really outdo us?"

"You..."

"Besides, he did help us. Now that Stanbeck is dead, resources from the Neptune race are freed up. Maybe they’ll fall on us. It’s just Phyllis who’s lucky, not having to..."

"Shut up."

Aldington, noticing Mileen looking in their direction, abruptly cut off Bessie’s soul telepathy.

"You two must have seen the gap between yourselves and Owen," Mileen said lightly.

"There are now many resources available from the Neptune race. You two should go there for cultivation."

Bessie and Aldington were overjoyed: "Yes, Grandmaster." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

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The boundless sea stretched out like a colossal sapphire embedded in the Earth, sparkling with enchanting brilliance.

Standing on the shore of this sea, one would feel an indescribable sense of awe.

The vast expanse of water seemed to extend to the horizon, intertwining with the sky to form a magnificent tapestry.

The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore produced a melodious sound, as if nature itself was playing a beautiful symphony.

When the sun rose, its golden rays bathed the sea, turning the entire expanse a shimmering gold.

The leaping waves, under the sun’s reflection, appeared like sparkling diamonds, captivating to behold.

As night fell, the moonlight spilled over the sea, creating a silvery path that seemed like a road leading to heaven.

This ethereal path suddenly shattered, and with a ’puff’, the sea surged with waves.

Barlo, carrying Owen and his companions, landed on the shore.

Gazing at the high-hanging moon, Owen murmured, "It’s gotten dark."

Finn, feeling the solid ground under his feet, was almost moved to tears:

"Whew—finally back on land. I can’t imagine how the sea race lives in the deep sea, ten thousand meters below."

Owen too exhaled deeply, grateful to be alive.

This adventure had been incredibly thrilling, full of twists and turns, leaving him longing for more.

Each moment had skirted the edge of death, sending adrenaline surging through his body.

Fortunately, the Goddess of Fate was on his side.

Barlo, however, showed no particular reaction, but spoke solemnly: "Saint, are you going to return with me to Dragon Echo Valley, or are you heading back to school?"