There are some universal rules in the twin continents.
If people walking outside know nothing about them, they will only lead to disaster and even death in vain.
Some may seem exaggerated, but they are true.
For example, sailing in a small boat on the high seas usually requires the courage to face death - because the further away from the land, the greater the possibility of encountering danger, and if you go deeper, you will never return.
The above are the conclusions of experienced adventurers. And among the fleet that is constantly exploring the unknown, no one has returned to the mainland to tell the truth.
Of course, there are also speculations from outsiders:
Some people say that under the dominance of nature, the ocean surrounding the twin continents is an endless cage.
No group or individual can challenge such extreme power, or even find a clear boundary that separates danger and safety.
You can try to lead the best fleet to the farthest reaches, and keep sailing outwards with the dream of finding and occupying new territories, but it is only a matter of time before you die without a burial place.
Although these are just rumors outside the existing charts, there are also some practical basis.
That is the characteristic of the existing sea area.
The farther away from the mainland, the more dangerous it is, and the straight-line distance between Mirnik Continent and Iverson Continent can fit several cities. Even if you normally sail between continents, there are dangers outside the safe channels, and there are also dangers in them.
And where we are now is extremely far away from the safe channel.
In the face of nature, one person's power is usually not enough, unless the ability is extraordinary.
At this moment, the young man was standing on the edge of the boat with one foot, looking straight ahead.
He has brown eyes, deep and dull in color, as if the vast earth is condensed in a pair of pupils - when such sight falls on the land, it seems that everyone he touches is a subject.
However, this is not his territory.
Dreamland.
Located deep in the Western Sea, this special island known as "Dreamland" has never been marked on the charts - because it is a floating island, floating in the distant sea that is avoided by people.
This island has existed since ancient times. It is unknown whether it originated from nature or man-made. However, from ancient times to the present, it has been a pure land that is independent from any country.
The entire island is shrouded in a hazy outer layer of mist. The sea breeze rustles the branches and leaves of the trees, and the waves beat against the rocks on the shore, leaving watermarks over the years.
More important than the beauty is the fact that some people say this is the place where magic is born.
In fact, tranquility does not seem to have an unusual position. Only after it is given a grand and interesting name will those adventurers with great curiosity flock to it and pursue it endlessly.
But the dwellers just want peace and quiet.
In the introduction, this is an area without jurisdiction, like a free city in a dream.
Characteristic pointers can lead people to find its direction. Unlike other islands, it will not be attacked by pirates even if you encounter it at sea.
Just because its guardian is the famous fire mage, Della Victoria.
Conspiracy and greed are useless in the face of the absolute power gap. Any ship with evil intentions will be reduced to ashes by her casual spell.
Because of this kind of unreasonable and strong man who subdues others solely by his strength, some people speculate with objections that the Dreamland is simply a cover and should be "the place where dreams end."
——Perhaps this Victoria Magister has the ambition to build a private city-state in a remote place, build a fifth kingdom outside the four countries, and then become king?
Speculations vary, but the truth is far from certain. After all, outsiders only know the name, so they can't get a glimpse of the real "dream" even if they scratch their hearts.
And precisely because of its ability to be connected to the outside world and able to isolate secrets, Dreamland is often the gathering place for magisters once every ten years.
It mainly depends on who organizes it, and the mysterious moods and hobbies of the magisters.
Sonny Rodriguez's eyes stopped on the island in front of him that was revered as a legend by the world. You can clearly see all its imaginative appearance, but his expression is calm.
Even a little impatient.
After all, he is not an adventurer who is happy to see Hunter, but an unhappy guest.
After the waves brought the small boat to the shore, they receded to the side, leaving a dry arc on the beach in which the small boat ran aground.
After getting off the boat, Sonny looked down at his leather boots on the beach, let his eyes pause on the surface for a moment, and then made a move.
With this simple movement, the gravel on the ground seemed to acquire the nature of flowing freely like running water. The stranded boat gradually accelerated forward, and the layers of gravel curled forward.
The man and the ship walked away together.
The medium used to transport boats ranges from gravel to soil to incredibly hard rock. However, after it became stuck, even the stones were turned upside down due to invisible forces and rolled into a pile of rubble.
Only when he noticed the strange sound of the stones being twisted did Sonny remember to stop further transportation.
But it was too late.
Looking down at the ground again, he decisively chose to walk as far away as possible in silence, pretending that the destroyed frontier of the stone ground was not his own work.
There are no villages or towns on the island, and it is generally more like an uninhabited wasteland.
There was no one around but him, and there was only the sound of the wind. If the road hadn't been clean, it would have been a silent island of death.
At the foot is a stone-paved avenue, which seems to only have the function of leading directly to the public square located in front of the island. It is very simple and unpretentious.
But not quite.
Sonny did not continue on the avenue where he had destroyed the front end. The familiar road turned around and stopped on the right side of the nineteenth long brick of the avenue.
It was originally a bush scene that was completely the same as before. If he took another step, he would fall directly into the grass. But when Sonny walked in without hesitation, a different scene appeared in front of him.
It's like breaking through a transparent light curtain, and what you directly touch is a different scene.
My vision suddenly became clear.
Sonny's eyes cast into the distance through the dense canopy of trees. There are huts in the forest, swaying tree shadows, and some people who have already arrived.
What is initially visible are only a few wooden houses hidden in the jungle and a clear stream. Occasionally, fish jump out of the water and splash crystal water droplets.
Birdsong suddenly came from behind the house, each sound louder than the last, as if to warn that someone was coming.
The green-haired girl was sitting by the creek, seeming to be whispering to the puddles and fish.
She wore two braids, and her sideways movements caused the delicate hair to flow around her neck, adding a bit of a girl's playful and naive look.
And hearing the loud chirping of birds, the "girl" also noticed Sonny's arrival and tilted her head slightly.
This should have been a harmonious and beautiful scene.
Sonny's mouth twitched.
"Caroline, can you stop pretending a few times? There is no one here who doesn't know your true identity, and there is no one you can pretend to."
Caroline Sandra turned her head directly after hearing this and looked at Sonny with an unusually pitiful tone.
"Beauty is a habit. I've said it a long time ago. Why do you need to pretend to be so deliberately? Rodriguez, I advise you to think about your appearance, otherwise the next time someone treats you as a beggar, Cole will be disgraced."
Except for her messy black hair, Sonny Rodriguez's appearance is actually not as sloppy as she said. At best, it can be considered casual, and even has a different kind of wild temperament.
But it is also true that he has been treated as a beggar.
Facts that happened in the past.
Even so, Sonny did not show weakness, but complained mercilessly, "You are really embarrassed to use such a young face at your age..."
Caroline remained unmoved, and someone opened the door from the house and came out.
"Two guests, why don't you come in for a chat?"
Della Victoria raised her hand as soon as she walked out, and cast a spell, burning the barbecue grill just set up by the wood mage behind the rock to ashes.
That was the fault of Caroline who arrived first.
——As evidence, she sighed regretfully upon seeing this, regretting that she could not eat the fish raised by the free mage Della.
As for why she wants to talk to the fish, it is because of Caroline's devout belief: she believes that the flesh of small animals will become closer after communication.
But Della did not point this out, but turned to look in Sonny's direction.
"Mr. Rodriguez, although I don't have a paranoid hobby, you broke the stone bricks outside. Shouldn't you show something?"
"I have no money, I can't pay compensation."
And Sonny's answer was matter-of-fact, every word was sonorous and powerful, and he was not ashamed at all. Instead, he changed the topic.
"Magister Victoria, if I just brought you here for a trivial matter, I won't care because of our old friendship. But I also need to compensate for the losses, so I have to ask you to reimburse the travel expenses."
Caroline immediately became happy and immediately joined in, fearing that she would not be able to get an advantage, "Then I want it too, beautiful sister Della, we have a good relationship, at least give me twice as much as he does!"
Although pretending to be tender is a strong point that Caroline Sandra is proud of, she usually does not speak in such an intimate tone. Her tone at this time was even sweeter and sweeter, as if she could draw silk.
It can be seen that Sonny's accusation of "dressing up" is indeed true. It stems from many exchanges over the past century and is not jealous of his peers' superior appearance.
But Della was not impressed.
She just had a calm face, and it didn't look like she came out just to hold someone responsible for the damage to a long brick.
Mostly because I want to find a talking point.
Seeing that the two respected magisters belonging to the Cole Kingdom suddenly reached an incredible tacit understanding and sang in harmony in a two-on-one manner, Della slowly spoke.
"Two distinguished guests, please come inside."
