Hua Ba—Hua Ba—
The azure waves kept beating against the hull of the ship, and then broke into white foam in vain.
The long-lost refreshing sea breeze blew from the front of the ship, blowing away all the thick fog surrounding the ship.
A strong wind blew up the traveler's cloak on Anvis, causing its brown hem to flutter in the air.
After about half a month of sailing, this strange black three-legged sailboat finally arrived at its destination.
Although traveling with Claire, the journey seemed uneventful.
The only thing that has changed is the captain of the black ship.
Previously, the old sailor's face, covered with greasy wrinkles, had always had a weird sneer on his face.
But as the journey continued, his smile gradually faded.
In fact, Avis didn't know how far they traveled.
After sailing into the depths of the foggy sea, a strange foggy weather enveloped the ship.
There are surging undercurrents lurking in the dark blue deep sea, the magnetic field undergoes strange and chaotic deflections, and the sky is gray and tightly covered by thick fog.
This is what scares the sailors the most in the Sea of Mist. Once an ordinary ship strays into the fog of death in the depths of the Sea of Mist, it is almost equivalent to being sentenced to death.
No direction-finding skills are effective, and random wandering will lead to being carried deeper into the sea by strange ocean currents.
Moreover, this fog will obscure the connection between ordinary communication magic and magic items.
Except for some special objects that can guide the direction, nothing can save them.
During these days, Anvis could only judge the time through the brightness of the fog and his magic pocket watch.
Today, this long voyage is finally coming to an end.
Taking a deep breath of the salty sea breeze, Anvis stood at the front of the deck, looking at the island with the others and observing the final destination of the trip.
Behind the dissipating fog, a vast land almost like a continent gradually enlarged and became closer in front of everyone, completely filling the scenery in their eyes.
As Evan said, the area of this unnamed island is much larger than an ordinary island.
Anvis could see the island's pale white sandy beach, a few lone coconut trees, and what looked like a large port town.
Behind the town is a desolate wilderness, where some islanders drive their livestock, moving slowly under a gloomy sky shrouded in mist.
Farther away, lush jungles merged into a sea of green, and mountains seemed to be rolling in the distance and seemed insurmountable. A lonely huge castle looms on the side of the mountains.
Gradually, the huge black galley sailed into the island's harbor. There are several huge piers built with wooden boards and gray granite, with obvious signs of weathering.
Currently, all the docks are empty and there is no sign of the ships that are supposed to be there.
The black ship was moored at one of the piers. When the ship stopped, Anvis took Qiaomu and disembarked with the others.
What was a little strange was that after all the outsiders disembarked, the black ship did not replenish any supplies on the island, but kept setting sail and leaving the harbor again, without knowing where it was heading.
Looking at the black sailboat going away, Anvis slowly walked down the wooden pier.
There are dedicated shipping warehouses at the entrance of each pier, but they are as old as the piers.
Two sailors wearing sailor's turbans and smoking strange pipes sat on the pile of barrels and packages piled at the door of the warehouse.
They looked at these travelers who had come from afar with a strange look that was unique to residents in remote areas, mixed with vigilance and curiosity.
At this time, Anvis noticed from the corner of his eye that the thin brown-haired young man Claire was pretending to be was suddenly stopped by a slovenly homeless man leaning against the corner of the dock warehouse at the exit of the dock.
In her peripheral vision, Claire seemed to say a few words to the homeless man, and then the girl left on her own, while the homeless man continued to lean against the wall.
After thinking about it, after Claire walked away, Avis and Qiaomu also walked over.
As soon as he got close to the homeless man, a pungent smell that was sour and rancid came towards him like a wall, causing Anvis to stop in his tracks.
Noticing the footsteps beside him, the tramp raised his head warily, looking through the curly brown hair and beard stuck together into a ball at the two approaching figures wearing traveler's cloaks.
"Hello, I'm Hill."
After putting an invisible protective force field on his face, Anvis smiled and said hello to him.
"Can I ask you some questions?"
"Sorry for the inconvenience."
His eyes flickered, the tramp muttered in a low voice, and stood up in a hurry to leave.
"Don't refuse so quickly. Do you want to think about it again?"
Anvis smiled, and the hand hidden under the cloak made a spell-casting gesture, and weak spell fluctuations spread.
【Charming Humans】
An invisible magical light flashed over the homeless man.
The homeless man who had just stood up was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the face of the person in front of him became handsome and friendly. The words that were originally meant to be impatiently rejected were now somewhat unspeakable.
He pursed his lips and glanced around very quickly before speaking in a low voice, his tone a bit vague and hoarse.
"Strangers, you should not come here—"
Anvis was slightly startled when he heard these somewhat inconsistent words.
"Why do you say that?"
Staring at the homeless man's cloudy brown eyes with some doubt, he asked back.
"You shouldn't have come here, to this land cursed by the gods -"
The tramp did not explain, but looked into Anvis's eyes, and a hint of unspeakable fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.
The speed of his speech suddenly accelerated, becoming extremely rapid and blurry, like a fish that suddenly broke out of the water and opened its mouth to gasp in vain——
"This land...this land, Lavanles! Does not welcome outsiders!"
"But what's the use of talking about it now?"
"Hehe, hehehe..."
At the end of the sentence, the tramp suddenly let out a weird laugh, and then went back to the corner where he was leaning and sat down.
No matter how Anvis asked, he never spoke again, but looked at Anvis with slightly confused eyes, maintaining a strange silence.
"Don't pay attention to what that guy said. His mind has been eroded by the cursed power in the wilderness."
Voices suddenly sounded from behind. Anvis turned his head and saw a sturdy sailor holding a strange pipe rod and wearing a red sailor's turban.
That was one of the two sailors who had just been sitting at the door of the warehouse.
At this moment, he left his companions, and with the cheerful smile characteristic of a sailor, he extended his right hand to Anvis.
