Brando knew that the fairies' interests could be broader than the stars in the sky. Their topics could be longer than the Holy River of the Elves that flowed within Saint-Ausol, and they were just as talkative. If their curiosity was piqued, they could talk for three days and three nights.
This was a big problem that was no less troublesome than Nightfall.
Brando saw that the little fairy was about to speak again, so he quickly took out a honey ball from his pouch and stuffed it into her mouth with three fingers. The little fairy instantly widened her eyes and whimpered in protest, but the honey melted as soon as it entered her mouth. She quickly closed her eyes in comfort, like a cat that had its head stroked.
"Mmm … is there more?" she asked in a muffled voice.
"Enough for you to eat from morning to night, but if you don't eat quickly, they'll all melt," Brando answered.
These sweets were originally Roman snacks, and most of them had been stolen from the little fat dragon Shitah. In order to satisfy the little fat dragon's request, Brando had opened a sugar factory in Tónigel, and the merchant girl had unceremoniously given him half of the shares. These shares weren't gold coins, but half of the production.
He still remembered the scene of the little fat dragon crying and coming to him for justice, only to be chased out by Hipamira.
From this, it could be seen that the evils brought upon themselves were the hardest to bear.
The little fairy believed Brando's words and quickly ate faster. Unfortunately, her teeth were small and white, and she couldn't eat much in one bite. She could only use her small tongue to lick around the giant candy ball. Fortunately, this was the simple happiness of fairies. She quickly became so engrossed in it that she forgot about everything else.
However, the way she occasionally reached out her little palm and sucked all the honey off her five fingers was really unsightly.
Malourcha shook his mane and let the little fairy slide from the top of his head to his back. It looked like he was also afraid that this little guy would get the honey on his head.
"A Crystal Stag." White Mist tilted her head and looked at Malourcha. She praised, "They are elemental creatures that live in the shallow seas. I didn't think you had a summon like this."
Andesha looked at the scene of Brando summoning Malourcha with some reverence. She didn't know much about Planeswalkers, but the less she knew, the more she feared this powerful and mysterious power.
"Can Malourcha lead us to the Tyrmosian?" Brando asked.
"Of course," White Fog answered affirmatively. "They are the best guides in the Mist. Some Tilmosians maintain good relations with the Crystal Stag. They believe that the Crystal Stag brings good luck."
"Then can it take us directly to the Mountain of Ceasing Storms?"
Bai Wu shook her head and said, "I don't know. I've only been here two or three times with the Witch Empress."
Brando then turned to Malourcha and said, "We need to find the Tyrmosians. Malourcha, do you have a way to find them?"
The tall stag nodded. "My Lord, I know where they will appear. The Tyrmosians hunt for elite seals in the Mist Sea near the Mirror Coast. However, they don't appear every day. If we are lucky, they will leave a path of light there. Through the path of light through the Mist, we can find the Tyrmosian's route."
"Don't the Tyrmosians have a fixed foothold?"
"They are the people of the sea. They have large fleets. These fleets move along the path of light, only stopping occasionally on floating ice or islands." He paused. "Actually, my Lord, I am not the best guide to find the Tyrmosians. Miss Miyasi is."
"Her?" Brando turned to look at the little fairy lying on Malourcha's back. The latter was fighting with the sugar ball in her hand and had no time to care about anything else.
"The fairies have a good relationship with the Tyrmosians. The Tyrmosians are full of reverence for the Elemental Lord. The fairies are the darlings of the Elemental Plane. The Tyrmosians think of them as Oracles. Sometimes, there are many fairies on the Tyrmosian ships." Malourcha answered, "The fairies can always find the Tyrmosians. The light boats they weave can pass through the path of light directly and reach the Tyrmosian's foothold."
Brando reached out and tapped the little fairy's head. "Malourcha, can you find the way to the Mountain of Ceasing Storms?"
"White Point can lead to the Mountain of Ceasing Storms, my Lord. However, we have to pass through the Sea of Floating Ice. There is a group of killer whales blocking the sea. Only the Tyrmosians can go around them."
"It's just a group of killer whales?"
"Those are elemental whales. I advise you not to imagine their size," White Mist answered. "I was lucky enough to see them once. It was a young whale. When it came out of the sea fog, it happened to be on the left side of our fleet. Its eyes alone were bigger than our entire fleet. Fortunately, this little guy was not interested in us and quickly left with its mother. "
"This lady is right," Malourcha answered.
Brando was a little lost in thought. Could such a big whale still be called a killer whale? Although the size of a body could not truly reflect the strength of a creature, it could at least show how strong its physical strength was. A creature that could grow to such a size, was it not born with a perfect body?
Was there such an existence in this world?
He looked at the little fairy. "She can weave a light boat?"
Although it did not look like it.
The little fairy, Miyasi, frowned and shook her head to avoid his fingers. She answered in a muffled voice, "Of course not. I need many sisters to weave a light boat. I can't do it alone. But I know how to call them. If I ask, they will definitely come to help. "
She glanced at Brando. "We fairies are not like you humans. You ask for something in return for everything you do. My sister told me that you humans are all evil, but I still fell for it and was sealed into a card by you."
"Didn't your sister tell you that you were the one who barged in on your own?" Brendel looked at her exasperatedly.
"That was to save Master Malourcha."
"Did I ask for it?"
"That's not it." The little fairy shook her head like a rattle-drum. "But the candy you gave was delicious. Much better than honey."
"My candy is not delicious at all. It's a candy for evil people."
"My sister said that there is no difference between good and bad candy, but the person who gives the candy is good and bad." Miyasi was very reasonable.
Brando could not help but be conquered by her simple dialectical view. He was momentarily speechless. "Very good. I'm an evil person. I don't plan on giving you any more candy."
He did not expect the little fairy to hug the candy ball and start sobbing before he could finish his sentence. Moreover, the more she cried, the sadder she became. Gradually, she showed signs of bawling.
Brendel suddenly felt a sense of guilt, as if he had snatched a lolita's lollipop and made her cry. He knew that the Fairies were simple and not very smart, but he did not expect them to cry so sadly over such a small matter.
"Don't cry," he said quickly. "I was just joking."
"Really?" The little fairy stopped crying and looked at him with teary eyes.
Brando felt a headache coming on and quickly nodded. "But you have to call your sisters because I need a light boat to find the Tyrmosian. Miss Miyasi, my fiancée is in the wrong hands. I'm very anxious, so the sooner the better, okay?"
"Then do I have candy to eat?"
"Of course. Not only you, but I'll also give your sisters a reward." Brando was not stingy with this kind of no-cost deal. Moreover, these candies belonged to Shitah and the Roman.
The little fairy rolled her eyes. "That's not necessary. Actually, they don't like candy. Just give me their share."
As soon as she finished speaking, an angry voice rang out in the air.
"Miyasi, you've been corrupted by the anthropologist!"
Brendel looked up in shock. He didn't know when, but a fairy in a sparkling dress was floating in the air. Four pairs of wings as thin as cicada's wings were fluttering up and down. She was staring at Miath, who was lying on Malourcha's back, with furrowed brows and vertical eyes.
Fairies were born with a name and knew every fairy's name from birth. Their names were never repeated. Scholars had been puzzled by this for thousands of years, but they still could not figure it out.
Then, fairies appeared in the air one after another. They wore different clothes and looked like they were made of ice crystals. Their hair was also different. Some of them had even weirder hairstyles than the latest trends Brando had seen in the future. However, fairies were naturally lively. They pursued individuality. Every fairy wanted to be different.
Miyasi was shocked. She quickly hugged her sugar ball tightly and stared at her sisters in the air. She called out their names one by one. "… Futa, Thumb, why are you here?"
Those who did not know might think that she was born and grew up here, but in fact, Miyasi had never seen her brethren before. It was just that fairies were born to know each other, even if they had never met before.
This did not make sense, but it was a fact in Wohnde.
"Hmph." The fairies flying in the air stared at Miyasi and replied, "There's a battle here. Her Majesty the Queen asked us to come and take a look."
As she said this, her eyes kept glancing at the sugar ball in Miyasi's hand. It was really suspicious of the fairies' real purpose.
"This is mine." Miyasi quickly declared her ownership.
"Fairies," Brando said, "you heard it just now. We need a light boat. If you're willing to help me, I don't mind exchanging honey with you."
"I know how to weave a light boat too." Miyasi quickly jumped up. "You don't have to ask them for help!"
"You can't do it alone." The fairies chattered. "Many people are needed to weave a light boat. All of us have to participate."
"Can you give each of us a reward?" The leader of the fairies asked.
"One candy each." The other fairies actually sang in unison.
"Two for each," Brando replied.
"Two for each!" the fairies sang joyfully.
"That's my candy." Miyasi was very sad, but she quickly regained her spirit and said, "I want to weave a light boat too."
"Then I'll give you three, Miss Miyasi." Brando secretly told her through the telepathic link. Miyasi immediately smiled and looked at Brando with a kind gaze.
At this moment, she felt that her lord was the best human in the world.
It seemed that her sister's words were not entirely correct.
Andesha looked at the exchange with her mouth agape.
The Elemental World was in turmoil. Rocks rumbled down from White Cape, and then were lifted up into the sky by invisible magic. There seemed to be an upheaval in the direction of the Mountain of Ceasing Storms, and this upheaval would affect the entire world through the Elemental Plane.
It might even completely change the original appearance of this world.
But the fairies, who had been promised happiness, turned a blind eye to this. As they worked, they even sang:
"The fairies' ship,
Beautiful and exquisite.
It's like a floating light,
Like a star.
… …
The fairies' ship,
Light and small.
It passes through the clouds,
And through the straits. "
The Elemental World was the fairies' home. If the Shallow Sea was destroyed by the arrival of dusk, then they might lose their home.
But the fairies' seemingly heartless optimism made Brando sigh.
He looked up at the fairies forming a circle in the air. The elemental stars gathered in their hands, forming threads of bright light. Then they gathered together and quickly formed the outline of a ship. At first, he was worried that the ship made by the fairies would be a pocket-sized boat only suitable for them. But he quickly calmed down. Although the ship was not big, only the size of a sampan, it was at least enough for him and Malourcha.
At this time, he remembered the previous topic and suddenly turned to White Mist. "Why are they called killer whales? Isn't there a species with the same name in the material world?"
White Mist was stunned for a moment before replying, "Because that's what the Tirmosi call them. When it's hunting season, they will even hunt whales."
"They can hunt those whales?" Brendel was a little surprised. How strong would the Tyrmosian be if they could hunt those whales?
"That's their secret." White Mist seemed to have read his mind and explained, "They're not that strong. They're just born with the power of the Elemental Realm."
"They're not that strong. They're just born with the power of the Elemental Realm …" Brando muttered to himself. He finally realized that what he saw was actually just a corner of the world. "Then will there be a Sage in the Tirmosi tribe?"
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