"Where are we now?" Brando asked again.
Tarkus looked down at the compass and said, "North of Rosaleen. Looking at the coastline in the west, we should be not far from the Green Jade Hill."
"Shouldn't this route be busy?"
"Theoretically, it should be. But maybe because of this ghostly fog, the fleet from the Swift Plains is also blocked on the other side of the fog."
"Mister Incirsta, do you have any theoretical basis for this?"
"It's just my guess, beautiful lady."
Delfien came to the other side of the ship and glanced at the uneven coastline in the west of the Taowei Strait. There was an endless stretch of sea cliffs and reefs, and the waves formed a fine white line on the reefs.
The crisscrossing coastline and dense reefs on the west coast of the Taowei Strait was also the reason why this area was so barren. Otherwise, it would not be so much more barren than the Swift Plains across the sea.
But this coastline was not without good ports, or there would be no sea route. At least Rosaleen was one, and there were the territories of the death lords and deep water ports in the north.
"What are you looking at?"
The others were not familiar with Delfien, but Brando was closer to her now. He saw her expression and knew what she was thinking.
"It's a little strange."
"Strange?"
The prime minister's daughter nodded slightly and gestured to the sailors not far away. Although it was the death fleet, there were still professional sailors. Some inherited the knowledge from their previous life, and some were trained. Madara also had its own navy, or they would not have crossed the sea to attack Saint-Ausol. She took a sea map from the latter.
She opened the map and drew a line from it. "The closest island to us in the north is Tyvede Island. There is a death port between this island and Saisam, but there is not a single ship in the sea nearby. This is too strange."
"It's not just the ships." Ignoring Tarkus' murderous gaze, Incirsta reversed the blade and stabbed it into the deck. He then stretched and said, "The coastline nearby is too quiet. Don't you think it's unusual?"
After his reminder, everyone came to their senses. Previously, they had not seen any ships near Rosaleen. It could be understood that the Rosaleen Harbor had been blown into the sky, and the ships docked at the harbor had naturally been destroyed. As for the ships coming from the east side of the Taowu Strait, because of this fog, they were blocked on the other side, so naturally, not a single sail could be seen on the surface of the sea.
However, the fleet had been sailing north for almost three days and was close to Green Jade Hill. Unlike Rosaleen, this area was the busiest part of the Taigu Strait. Not only were there long-distance ships leaving Green Jade Hill, but there were also many small merchant fleets shuttling between Madara and the Swift Plains.
These merchant fleets did not just depart from Green Jade Hill. Logically, some of them should have returned from Madara. How could it be so coincidental that not a single ship could be seen on the west side of the Taowu Strait?
Moreover, even in the territory of the spirits of the dead, there were still humans living, especially in a place like the Swift Plains. The relationship between Madara and the Nine Phoenix humans was considered harmonious. Since both sides had business and trade, it was inevitable that there would be traces of human activity on the west coast.
However, when they were close to the territory of the spirits of the dead, the west coast was dead silent. There was not even a trace of human activity. This was too strange.
Everyone could not help but look at each other.
"What's going on?" Mr. Liu also thought of this. "When Miss and I passed by earlier, we could still see many merchant fleets."
"Maybe it's because of the fog. They've all returned to the harbor."
"Then there should at least be fishing boats."
"That's true …"
Huang Huo looked at Incirsta. "Mr. Incirsta, you already knew something was wrong?"
Incirsta shrugged. "Isn't it obvious, my dear little miss?"
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Because there's no need to," Tarkus muttered. "According to the plan, we have to go to Gussel to replenish the supplies. So, no matter what, we will know what's happening on the sea."
"Where is Gussel?" Brando asked.
"It's the harbor that Miss Delfien mentioned."
"It's actually very simple. There's no need to make such a fuss," Incirsta interrupted. "We don't have to go through the fog. We can just go by land."
"Go by land?"
"I agree." Delfien nodded. She looked at the sea map, then replied, "If we go by land through the south of the Sea of the Dying Moon, we can also reach Sete, Port of Eternal Death, and Deadwater Bay. Whether we take a boat there or go directly into the hinterland of Madara, it's fine. But if we do that, Miss Huang Huo and Mr. Liu may have to take a longer detour."
She looked at the master and servant at the side of the ship. Mr. Liu and the little princess of the Jade Phoenix clan looked at each other. The latter shook her head and said, "We're fine, Sister Delfien. If it weren't for the Starfall, we would have gone to those places."
"Wait, go to the hinterland of Madara?" Brando interrupted the two. Although he had a plan to go to the hinterland of Madara, he had never told the Prime Minister's daughter about it. In theory, they should be going to Erouine.
Moreover, if they went by land, wouldn't they be back to the starting point after going around in a circle?
He suddenly felt a little annoyed.
Delfien put away the sea map and folded it twice. Then she raised her head and said, "Count, what do you think?"
On the surface, she was still the daughter of the Empire's prime minister. Because of her previous dealings with the old marshal, Brando, she still called Brando Count in front of others. However, in private, she directly called him Lord.
"This …" Brando suddenly saw Delfien bending down to put the sea map on the wooden table. She turned around and winked at him with her back facing the others.
Of course, Brando didn't think that the Prime Minister's daughter was acting coquettishly with him.
He pondered for a moment and realized that he couldn't find the origin of the fog. Cautiously speaking, naturally, Incirsta and Delfien's suggestion was more appropriate.
At the same time, he also asked the other party telepathically, "What's going on?"
"The Mystery of Emerald." The Prime Minister's daughter frowned. It seemed that she hadn't fully grasped this ability yet. She only replied with four words.
"It's in Madara?" Brando was shocked.
But he suddenly realized that the player in history who obtained the Stagnant Realm, didn't he get it from the hands of an undead lord in the south of the Sea of the Dying Moon?
"Are you sure?"
"Trust me, my Lord."
Brando nodded silently. The Prime Minister's daughter's ability was far beyond the word 'excellent' when they worked together in Fathom Harbor. Moreover, she was also very famous in history. The Flower of Wisdom of Cruz. She was quite popular among the Cruz players.
On the other hand, in terms of the choice of route, Incirsta also expressed the same opinion. These two historical geniuses had reached an agreement without prior consultation. This heavy weight was not something that he could easily ignore.
"No matter what, let's go to Goussel according to the original plan first."
Brando took one last look at the sea fog and made the decision.
Now, although they were on the ship of the undead of Madara, in fact, after Brando woke up, the command of the fleet returned to his hands. After all, he and Brando together were enough to decide the fate of everyone on the two ships.
Moreover, for some other reason, the two leaders of Madara, Tarkus and Incirsta, did not express any objection.
Just like that.
Throughout the day, from noon to afternoon, the fleet still followed the predetermined route to Tayweid Island. Until the sun set, everyone on the ship, including the undead sailors on the watchtower, did not see any other ship on the sea.
Amidst this strange atmosphere, the sun set below the jagged coastline from the west. As night fell and the stars rose, the sea near Tayweid Island became even quieter.
There were no gatherings on the small sailboats like there were on the floating ships. Besides, the undead did not need food, so the only living people on the ship had to prepare their own rations. Only Brendel and Delphine had special treatment. They were taken care of by the humans Tarkus had captured from the Ghost Chariot.
It had to be said that in terms of these details, this vampire noble did not lose the demeanor of an old-school noble at all.
But even so, the food was not necessarily rich. For example, Brando and Delfien's only dinner was a smoked mackerel with grapefruit juice and a avocado.
If there was a need, they could add some bread and butter. But Brando really did not care about such junk food. Moreover, his body was close to the level of perfection, so he did not really need to replenish it.
The Prime Minister's daughter, on the other hand, was eating delicately. She sat in front of the table in a very proper manner and carefully tore off the smoked fish strips one by one. Then, she placed them in her mouth with a fork and chewed carefully. It was a pleasing sight.
"My Lord, you don't need it?"
"I don't need it."
"Do you mean you need me to serve you dinner?"
"You think too much, Miss Delfien …"
The light of the candles in the cabin flickered, and the two of them occasionally had such a meaningless conversation.
Brando once thought that Delfien was the model of a noble's daughter, but compared to her, there was a gap. The way this prime minister's daughter ate showed that she came from a noble family. She was very picky with her food, and it could be said that except for the most delicate part, she did not use most of the fish.
Even though she restrained herself and did not say anything, he could see that she was very dissatisfied with the dish.
He really doubted that this woman could fill her stomach. He could not help but shake his head, and handed over his plate of fish.
Delfien was stunned for a moment, and looked up at him with charming eyes.
"Do I need to say thank you?"
Brando shrugged.
"I'd rather you say something else, Miss Delfien."
"For example?"
"About the Jadeite Mystery."
Delfien paused for a moment, and reached out with her hand to brush the hair in front of her forehead: "I understand …"
… …
(PS: There are still many gentlemen in the group. Students, this benefit was promised to you a year ago. In fact, I didn't want to write it, but seeing that I haven't updated for so long, I made it up to you. Don't take it too far, students, I don't want to die yet. Also, the little prince said that he doesn't want to be a king, and wants to be a queen, what the hell is that? Where are your morals?)
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