"A better candidate?" Brando was a little confused. "But as far as I know, shouldn't the Tirmosi be the natives of the White Cape the most?" He said as he looked at the white fog.
"In theory, yes, or you can say that in this part of the sea." The Sprite replied in a flat voice. "But it's not necessarily true for a specific individual. For example, I know more about this world than the Tirmosi."
Brando could not help but raise his eyebrows. The Sprite was said to have mastered one-third of the knowledge of the world's library. In terms of understanding of the shallow sea, even the Silver Scholar, the guardian of the great library of the Bugas, was not as detailed as her, let alone the Tirmosi.
"Miss Tata, do you mean that the person is you? … But the Dragon Queen won't notice you? "
The Sprite shook her head gently. "I'm just giving an example. That person is a guest of the Port of Everwinter. You will see him soon. His understanding of the elemental barrier is not much worse than mine, so you don't have to worry about his ability. "
"So," Brando asked, "Where is this gentleman?"
Tata reached out and flicked her hand forward. A transparent ripple passed through Brando and spread out of the tent. Then she turned her gaze back to Brando and said, "He is at the Port of Everwinter. You don't have to leave so quickly. The speed of time here is only a fraction of the speed of the outside world. I suggest you stay and rest. After all, the journey to the Elemental World of Earth is not as safe as people think. And I have something here for you. But before that, I suggest you attend a trade fair between ships. As for that gentleman, I will arrange for you to meet him there. "
"A trade fair between ships?" Brando asked, "Is it a Tirmosi trade fair?"
Tata nodded. "The Tirmosi people don't have a fixed residence. They drift on the sea all year round. When they meet each other, it's a very precious opportunity for them to exchange experience, sea maps, and some necessities. So, such transactions often happen on the Light Path. Secondly, when the Tirmosi people meet a Planeswalker, they will often inform the nearby ships to gather and hold a bigger trade fair."
"Planeswalker?" Brando asked carefully.
In fact, ever since he heard White Mist's description, he had always been interested in it. Putting aside the fact that the Spring of Youth had appeared at the trade fair, he was also eager to obtain some equipment to increase his strength. His trip to the Earth Elemental Plane this time would most likely involve him fighting the Dragon Queen. Although his own strength was comparable to that of a supreme class, it was still insufficient in the face of a Sage's domain.
Most of his normal equipment had been destroyed in the battle with Haku for the War Slate. So, even if it was the lowest level of magic equipment, he was in a hurry to get himself a new set.
"Just like how human sailors need to prepare food and fresh water before going out to sea, Tirmosi people need to prepare all kinds of pure elements when they travel along the path of light. These elements are not the violent elemental power that the Elementalists have mastered, but the basic elements that have been converted into order. Basically, only Planeswalkers can provide them."
Brando nodded silently. He understood that the so-called basic element was the element produced by his land card. That element was indeed very different from the elemental power of the Elemental User Gate.
It was precisely because he was an Elemental User that he knew this better.
After the ripples from Miss Faerie's fingertips spread out of the tent, the tent's curtains were lifted by a short, fat hand. The Tirmosi elder who had led Brando's way previously came in from outside the tent. He first bowed deeply to everyone present, including Brando. It was as White Mist had said — in the eyes of the Tirmosi people, the status of Planeswalkers was no lower than that of the Wise Ones, or even the Wise Ones.
Then, the elder straightened his short, fat body and looked at Miss Faerie.
"Elder Keb, bring Mr Brando to the Holy Church for a meal," Tata said to him. "Also, arrange for the fleet. We have to set off before the seventh month, at least through the Sea of Mist before then."
The Tirmosi elder, who was called Elder Keb, nodded, but his short, fat hand did not leave his chest at all. He only turned his body sideways and bowed to Brando, making a very human gesture of 'please'. Even though Brando did not understand the Tirmosi people, he understood that this obviously human etiquette was obviously not something they should have. The elder did this only to express his respect for him.
He hurriedly whispered his thanks.
But before he left, Brando bowed to the Wise Ones and the Elven Queen again. This bow had nothing to do with his identity, but was purely to express his respect for them. He clearly understood what they would have to pay in order to seal Dusk.
"Mr Brando, I wish you success in advance," the Elven Queen said with a smile. "You will definitely save the Roman lady."
Eleranta also nodded slightly, and then the two figures gradually faded until they disappeared.
Miss Faerie turned a blind eye to this scene. She just waved her hand gently, indicating for Elder Keb to take the latter away.
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The wooden deck of the cabin was narrow and dark, slowly tilting to one side. The sea slammed against the side of the ship, as if it would not stop until the worm-eaten planks were smashed to pieces. The whole ship made a frightening creaking sound, as if it could fall apart at any time. Brando looked through the porthole at the stormy sea outside. The white waves chased each other, forming huge waves that could topple mountains and overturn seas. In the storm, several dragon-headed warships were faintly discernible. Sometimes they completely sank under the waves, leaving almost only a bare mast on the sea.
This storm was far worse than the 'small winds and waves' he had seen on the Sea of Naga. Even White Mist's expression was a little solemn. This storm was much worse than the one this lady had seen when she passed through the Sea of Mist last time. The abnormal weather seemed to be indicating something.
Only Miss Fiyas could continue to be heartless, just like the common trait of their race. The little sprite sat on the desk, licking her fingers attentively. She started licking her right pinky finger, and her pink tongue deftly licked all the way to her thumb, not letting go of any corner of her finger that was stained with sugar water.
Brando gently put down the knife and fork in his hand as he listened to the little sprite licking her fingers. The fish in the wooden plate was neatly cut and placed on ice. The bright red and clear fish meat was poured with a fermented product made of seal fat and fish eggs unique to the Tyrmosian people.
This dish was called 'Kusitika', the most important dish in the Tyrmosian people's biggest festival. The water elemental tuna was rare and difficult to catch. It was the rarest food in the shallow sea and even in the whole of Wohnde. The meat of the elemental tuna was plump and tough, with a hint of cold freshness, and left a rich aftertaste. As for the fermented sauce of the Tyrmosian people, it was a matter of opinion.
The sound of horns came from outside the window, and Brendel turned his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Tyrmosian warships emitting beams of light. These beams of light broke through the wind and waves, penetrating the turbulent waves and the dark sea, shooting into the rain and fog ahead.
"What happened?" Hao Ren could not help but ask.
The Tirmosi acted quickly. It only took them a few hours to organize a large fleet. However, the fleet did not head directly to the end of White Cape. Instead, they sailed north. The Port of Everwinter had informed the nearby Tirmosi fleet to attend the trade fair. The trade fair was said to be held in the Bonesea, a part of the sea north of the Port of Everwinter that was shrouded in storms all year round.
Brando did not know why the Tyrmosian people would choose such a place for the trade fair. In his opinion, such a trade fair should be in an area with calm seas or at least better weather conditions. However, he rarely guessed the actions of these natives, just like now.
White Mist scooped up a shallow sea crab with her claws and put it into her mouth. Waves of rich water elemental energy emanated from under her fur. She closed her eyes in comfort and replied, "We're almost there. They're notifying the nearby fleet."
"Fleets from other clans?"
White Mist nodded.
"Why would they choose such a place to trade?" Brendel furrowed his brows as he looked at the storm outside. The dark clouds in the distant sky almost reached the sea, and the dense lightning bolts intersected with the waves, illuminating the sea.
It was a spectacular scene, but people who were in the middle of it would not think so. They would only feel that a great disaster was coming, as if the end of the world had arrived.
Although Brando was slightly better, he was still not used to it. No matter how brave and fearless the people on land were, they would never be able to adapt to the changes of the sea.
Andesha, who was standing outside the door, entered several times. Even Brando could see that the Matriarch of the Tree Herders was uneasy. She had the divine blood of Fenridos in her body, and after turning into a plant, she was more attached to the 'earth' and even more uncomfortable with the life of a rootless duckweed.
Just like this moment, she pushed open the door and walked in again. The ship that Brando was on was not one of the Tyrmosian warships. In fact, the ship called 'Orbewulf' was the flagship of this fleet. Its shape was a little strange, and it did not look like any ship Brando had seen before. It looked more like a platform on the sea, but it was made of wood and reinforced with magic. Because of this, the rooms on the ship were at least spacious. Although the room that Brando brought with him was not as beautiful as his office in Valhalla, it was much better than the dark corridor outside.
Andesha's appearance was different from ordinary people, but her sense of beauty had not changed much. She also pursued a comfortable and comfortable life.
Even if she was a little unhappy to be in the same room as Brando, it was still the same.
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