"The little tail has disappeared."
Aloz's golden eyes retracted from the sea and said softly.
The little female dragon spoke with an elegant tone. She turned her head to look at Brando, her eyes darting around, which made Brando feel overwhelmed. Ever since Aloz knew about his relationship with Delfien, her attitude had undergone a subtle change. This blatant hint made Brando feel a little excited, but at the same time very terrified.
He did not hate this little female dragon, but this did not mean that he wanted the relationship between the two to go further. Because he felt that it had not reached that point yet. Aloz's feelings for him were mixed with more curiosity, and he only regarded her as a mischievous little girl – although her personality was sometimes a little bad.
But the dragon's possessiveness was very strong, and Brando knew this very well, which was the source of his headache. Although Aloz's body had matured a lot after her coming-of-age ceremony, her figure had become taller, and even her originally flat chest had begun to develop into a smaller size, but no matter how one looked at it, it still made one feel like committing a crime.
Dragons were very loyal to their partners, but Brando also knew that Aloz was more following her desires than her rational feelings. He did not want the two to be connected because of a purely physical relationship, and Delfien's incident had already given him a headache.
So Brando avoided the little female dragon's gaze without a trace.
Miss Delfien stood behind the two like a puppet, her expression indifferent. She turned a blind eye to the little female dragon's various little tricks in front of her and Brando's complicated thoughts. At this time, the prime minister's daughter behaved like a truly competent maid, ignoring her master's flirtatious thoughts.
Although Brando hoped that she could stand up and say a few words at this time.
Fortunately, as if sensing his thoughts, Delfien finally spoke at this time, "I'm afraid that someone is plotting against us, my lord."
"What's wrong?" Brendel finally broke away from the seductive atmosphere and turned around to ask.
There was no one else on the deck. At this time, Huang Huo was practicing her swordsmanship every day, and Fang Qi rarely came to the deck. The two elven girls and Her Royal Highness the Nun Princess should be preparing dinner. As for Mr. Liu, he was most likely with his family's eldest daughter.
He was asking about what happened not long ago. Since they took the Bagentine sailing ship from Tauqike, it was expected that they would be attacked by the Sheep Head Cult at sea. After all, they knew that this sea area was under the control of the Sheep Head Cult.
About five days ago, they found out that their ship was being tracked, and sure enough, within a day, the Sheep Head Disciples came to kill them, but he taught these guys a profound lesson. In that battle, he sank three of their ships, and they were almost unscathed.
He thought that these guys would stop for a while. It seemed to be the case two days ago, but it didn't take long for the Sheep Head Disciples to appear on the route.
Until tonight.
Although it was said that the Sheep Head Cult had no effect on them, not to mention these motley crew, even their leader here, the Lord of Purgatory, Akentu's avatar, did not pose any threat to Brando. However, there were always flies around him, and the buzzing sound was still annoying. Originally, Brando had planned to let the little female dragon Aloz teach these guys an unforgettable lesson, but he did not expect that at this time, the other party suddenly disappeared.
Brando did not know if the other party realized that they had been discovered, or for some other reason, but suddenly the little tail behind them disappeared, which still made him feel a little uncomfortable.
At this time, it was evening, and the sea at this time seemed to be a little flat like a mirror. But on the real sea, even if the wind was calm, there were still waves that were not low. The setting sun was divided by these waves, forming a pool of scattered golden light.
The golden light reflected on Delfien's face, making the prime minister's daughter look particularly serious at this moment, "The Sheep Head Cult gathered here is nothing more than a plot to let the Lord of Purgatory, Akentu, return to Wohnde. Therefore, the closer to the core area of the Green Sea, in theory, their control should be tighter, and they would never let a strange ship suddenly break into these core areas."
"The Sheep Head Cult suddenly withdrew their surveillance on us, they must have other plans, but I don't think this is something they can decide. This matter is related to the resurrection of Akentu, and there is a projection of Akentu's avatar here. It is impossible for such a big matter not to go through the Lord of Purgatory, so — "Delfien said until here, pausing for a moment before continuing to answer," I think, unless there is a great change on the island, such as a rebellion, or even something like the sudden fall of the Lord of Purgatory, the 'Lord of Purgatory' must be plotting against us. "
"Obviously, the latter is more likely." Brando also nodded and agreed.
"Akentu fought with the Lord of Purgatory in Tauqik and suffered a big loss. He may have recognized us from the reports of these subordinates. Now he is obviously not the Lord's opponent, so he can only use some tricks."
"For example, Miss Delfien?"
"It's not easy to guess. He may want to lead us to a certain place. If he is not strong enough, he can only think of a way on the battlefield."
"You mean he is preparing a trap?"
"This is just a possibility," the prime minister's daughter glanced at him faintly, "My Lord, don't treat me as an omniscient and omnipotent god. After all, there are some things that I can't guess."
Brando smiled embarrassedly. He straightened up, glanced at the sparkling golden sea, and said, "In short, just be vigilant."
The side of the ship was now hidden under the huge shadow of the sail. When Brando looked back, he saw the sailors busy on the deck. The sailors on this ship were originally Sheepshead believers, so it was naturally impossible for him to take these people with him on the journey. Fortunately, they were prepared because they knew early on that most of the journey would be spent at sea, so Queen Madara had prepared undead sailors for them before they set off.
These sailors were secondary undead summoned through the magic circle. Usually, they only needed to carry the summoning scrolls and materials with them, so there was no need to bring a large group of people with them. When using these sailors, Brando had to sigh that in addition to their inability to reproduce and their tendency to self-destruct, the undead were indeed superior to living beings in many aspects.
"By the way, why do you want to anchor here? Is this place close to the Stagnation Realm?" Brando asked.
"It's the riddle of the emerald, my Lord," Delfien corrected, "The riddle itself is not complicated. It's just a simple substitution encryption. It's just that the characters used for encryption are very rare in Nine Phoenix. I think it should be an ancient language of the Hazel people. Not many people in Wohnde understand this language …"
She paused, "But I just learned a little about it."
"Miss Delphine, is there anything you don't know?"
"A lot, all the knowledge that I don't know."
"That's almost the same as not saying anything," Brando thought.
But Delfien seemed to see through his thoughts and replied, "This sentence was said by the third keeper of the Silver Library of the Bugas. I think it's one of the few truths in this world, my Lord."
"Okay, okay, I understand. Then let's go back to the original topic," Brando realized that it was difficult for him to outtalk the prime minister's daughter, so he changed the topic, "And then?"
"I think this encryption itself was added by a Hazel person later. The complicated thing is the content of the riddle itself after solving it."
"Get to the point, Miss Delfien."
"It's a set of calculations to calculate the relative position of the twelve moons and Wohnde. Through this set of calculations, I can only calculate the place we are now at, which is the sea we see now —"
"Here?" Brando was surprised, "That means we've arrived?"
"Yes." The prime minister's daughter nodded.
Brando looked around, there was nothing above the sparkling sea, no land, no islands, not even the slightest bit of reef.
"But there's nothing here," Aloz said first.
"Because the Witch King is still below the horizon, Miss Aloz."
"You mean we have to wait for the tide to ebb?" Aloz asked, "But this is the middle of the ocean, I can't see any reefs under the water. Are you sure you're not wrong, human woman?"
The prime minister's daughter glanced at the little female dragon, but did not say anything.
Brendel felt a sense of unease rising between the two of them, and he quickly waved his hand. "Alright, stop arguing. It's only two to three hours until the Shaman King's Throne rises. Since those annoying flies have already left, why don't we wait here for a while?"
Aloz snorted softly in dissatisfaction, and did not speak again.
The day on the sea seemed to be longer than on land, but even so, after a simple dinner on the ship, the sun sank below the sea level.
In the last part of the day, the surface of the sea changed color rapidly under the sunlight. It changed from a heavy golden color to an intoxicating deep red like wine, and finally to purple. When the purple surface of the sea was gradually replaced by blue and dark blue, until a pitch-black color emerged from the depths, the sky above the sea was already studded with twinkling stars.
Brando informed everyone of the news he got from Delfien, so after dinner, everyone came to the deck, including the unexpected passengers on the ship — the half-elf sisters.
Everyone gathered on the deck, waiting for the Witch King's Throne to rise. Not long after, a thin layer of fog appeared on the sea. Occasionally, fog would appear out of thin air on the sea, but for it to appear out of nowhere on such a sunny day was still surprising. The little female dragon originally wanted to criticize, but seeing this scene, she could not help but feel suspicious.
"Speaking of which," Fang Qi leaned against the side of the ship and looked at the rising fog that gradually shrouded the entire sea. He couldn't help but ask, "Where exactly is this place? We have already passed the so-called Holy Land of Atuk three days ago, right?"
"That is only the northern end of the Sacred Land, Mr. Fang Qi," Princess Magadal was very familiar with this because they had been discussing it almost every day these days. "The Sacred Land of Atuk is a triangular area in this sea, with the main island of Deno and two other islands as the fulcrum. This should be the Banazhi Sea, and the locals call it the Lunar Gorge."
"Lunar Gorge?" Fang Qi was puzzled, "I think it's more like the Fog Gorge."
"Mr. Brando, there you are!" At this moment, Lotus of the half-elf sisters suddenly exclaimed.
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