"That's the tradition of the Tyrmosian people. They believe in nature and spirits, and they worship powerful natural forces like storms and lightning the most. They usually only trade in the storm, but they are not looking for trouble. The Skeletal Sea is actually the eye of the storm. It's a very quiet sea. You'll understand when you get there. "
White Mist looked up at Andesha and answered softly.
"Furthermore, the storm can block the pirates, the Rogo Patrolmen, and the Tulowen Whalemen. They are a big problem in the shallow seas."
"There are pirates in the shallow seas?" Brando was stunned.
"Of course there are. They are mercenaries of the Dusk, more or less related to the Chaos. Some are even Half-Dusk species."
Andesha looked at the two of them, and then reluctantly said to Brando, "They asked me to call you out, Count of Tónigel."
"They?"
"Those damn round fellows." Andesha replied.
"The ship group is here." White Mist continued, "As I said before, the Tyrmosian people will work together to pass through the last part of the storm. Before that, we'd better go to the deck. The last time I saw something like this was nearly a thousand years ago."
At this time, the sound of a horn sounded again. Brando looked back and stood up. At this time, a huge wave came from the front, and the Aubewulf was thrown to the highest point of the wave, causing the cabin to tilt to one side.
The little fairy was caught off guard and rolled to the corner of the table. Brendel hurriedly reached out to catch her, but the wooden plate on the table flew up and a piece of tuna meat accurately hit her little face. With a smack, it stuck to the little fairy's face and covered it tightly.
"Ugh … Help!"
Brando was amused as he removed the meat from her face. She was pale and gasping for breath.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Not really. To be exact, it's very bad. I remember that the shallow seas were not like this before."
"You've been to the shallow seas before?"
"No, but it's all in my memory. It's all the same, you know?"
Brando nodded.
Aside from the fairies, the other three — Brando, Andesha, and White Mist — were able to move as if they were walking on flat ground. It was as if they were not affected by the uneven ground. In fact, the reason why the Tyrmosians were able to sail on the turbulent waves was because of their innate strength and physique.
Brando picked up the fairy and walked out of the door. As soon as he stepped out, he saw the short and fat Elder Kaab. The latter bowed respectfully to him. "Please follow me, Master Planeswalker."
His gentle voice immediately appeared in their minds.
Brando nodded and followed along with White Mist. Andesha hesitated for a moment before she wriggled her lower body and chased after him. The corridor was pitch-black. The seawater that had seeped in from an unknown source flowed on the floor like a stream. Cold droplets of water dripped from the ceiling. It didn't feel like they were on the lower deck of a sailboat, but more like they were in a leaky submarine.
The few of them waded through the water. White Mist looked at the water on the ground with disgust and carefully stood closer to Brendel. She raised her claws and water droplets kept dripping from her soaked fur. Then she heard Brendel's question from the side.
"What are the Saints, Mistress White Mist?"
"They are immortals. I don't know the details. I only know that Odin made an agreement with seven people, and the contents of the agreement were unknown to others except for him and the Witch Empress of that generation. After that, there were seven Absolute Saints walking on the earth, and the only one that the world knows is Eleranta. "
She thought carefully as she spoke, then added, "But I suspect that the existence of the Saints may be related to Odin's plan."
"The Dark Dragon's plan?" Brando asked in a low voice.
"I still vaguely remember some of the things that happened back then. Eleranta and the others were right. The four holy objects were indeed arranged by Odin. This was related to his agreement with Crystal and Blaze. In that era, the gods went their separate ways. The Earth Legion, the Truth Society, and the Ring of Ashes were no longer as harmonious as when the Truth Parliament still existed. Everyone went their own way, and the Miirnas also had their own plans."
"But the gods didn't care about it. They started to stay away from mortal affairs from that era. Crystal and Blaze seemed to have other plans, but their plans also came from the War Dragon. The gods used the magic network to contact Odin and signed the agreement with him. The descent of the four holy objects, especially the Flaming Blade Oderfeiss, was just one of the links."
"At that time, everyone was involved in this game, racing against time to prove that they were right. Odin knew more than anyone else. For example, the existence of the baby girl. At the end of the Empire, I often felt that he was very confused. He often thought about some problems alone. But what these problems were, perhaps only the Witch Empress knew. However, she never told anyone else. That was their common secret. "
White Mist shook her fur and water splashed out. She frowned and continued, "Then, the Empire's beacon rose. A few of Xu Yi's human students raised the flag of rebellion and opposed the Empire's rule everywhere. Then there was endless war and chaos. At first, Eleranta and the others were weak and were almost besieged by the Empire's army several times. But every time, they turned danger into safety. It wasn't until the Bugas and the Silver Elves joined the war that the situation was reversed. Of course, before that, the Flame King Gretel's rebel army had already formed, but the Bugas' counterattack dealt a heavy blow to the Empire. From then on, the Empire began to go downhill. "
"Did Odin show mercy?" Brando asked.
White Mist shook her head. "No, he wouldn't joke about the fate of the Empire. Do you know what the Mardos symbolized in that era? It was the empire with the longest history established after the Azure Knight. It represented absolute correctness. Even the Dark Dragon had to respect the tradition and thick history behind this term. "
"But maybe this is the will of fate …" The lady sighed. "At first, I hated these ungrateful people very much. I couldn't wait for that idiot to kill them all. But later, I also understood that being right for a while doesn't mean that it will always be right. Maybe the Miirnas really went astray. However, in every era, there will always be someone who will stand up to correct the mistakes of history. The divine people and the gods have already foreseen everything. It's just that everyone will have arrogance in their hearts … "
She paused for a moment. "Brando, if one day you become the king of this world, you will too."
"You're joking." Brando shook his head. "I've never thought of it that way, and I'm not that kind of person. You know, Lady White Mist, in fact, Her Royal Highness wants me to marry into the royal family and be the regent of Erouine before Haruz grows up. But this doesn't suit me … "
White Mist looked at him with a little surprise. "I thought you didn't know. So you're playing dumb. That little girl thinks too much. How can Erouine keep you? But this may not be a bad thing for you. If I'm not wrong, Her Royal Highness should have a place in your heart. "
"That's exactly why," Brando replied as he walked. In the past, he didn't have much interaction with White Mist. The latter was always beside the Roman, sternly educating the merchant lady on how to inherit the throne of the Witch Empress. But now, the two were like best friends, talking about everything. "I know what she's thinking. Nothing is more important to her than Erouine. That's the only inheritance her father left her. She must protect this family business for her brother. But I'm not interested in this. It's because I used to admire Her Royal Highness that I don't want us to be enemies in the future. "
"If you stay in Erouine, it's almost inevitable." White Mist was very keen to see through the problem.
Brando was also silent. After a while, he reacted and said, "These are things that haven't been decided yet. I won't become a king, and I don't even care much about the identity of a count. Maybe after all this is over, I'll take the Roman and Scarlet to find the world outside the Black Forest and disappear from this world completely."
"You're as naive as that person." White Mist laughed. She looked at Brando's forehead, where there was a rune that only an ancient witch like her could see.
It was a beautiful Krait, shining faintly. If Brando could go back in time, he might still remember the scene when Martha gently tapped his forehead and gave him a pair of wings made of light.
The few of them moved forward in the darkness. Their feet were cold, and the icy water seemed to have soaked into their leather boots. It felt like stepping into a muddy pond, and it was unpleasant.
After a while, Brando asked again in the darkness, "What happened after that?"
"After that?" White Mist replied, "After that, the Empire fell, and Odin had to fight with the Four Wise Ones on the final battlefield. Everything is not much different from what you know. But there are too many mysteries left in that era, and the whereabouts of the Truth Parliament and the Ring of Ashes are unknown. Only Odin knows that the era of mortals has come, and the transitional period of the Miirna dynasty that has existed for thousands of years will finally end in his hands. And the power of Order in this world is so weak. The Earth Legion is still fighting the army of Dusk outside the elemental barrier, and the world of mortals is like a baby sleeping in swaddling clothes. So he made a pact with the Seven Sages … "
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