"Is this your ship?" Roma couldn't help but ask suspiciously.
A sloop was tied to the shore like a model, riddled with scratches and rips. There is a large piece of wood of different colors on the cabin, and only the base of the lookout mirror on the bow is left. It looks like an old antique that has just been salvaged from the bottom of the sea and hammered in by a carpenter. "I don't want to fall into the sea halfway. The water has been extremely cold recently." She said to the captain. "Do you have any other boats?"
"No. Either pay to get on the boat, or swim over by yourself." The captain told Roma with a grin, not worried at all that she would refuse. The man who led Roma to find her called him "Iron Paddle" Barov, and swore he could safely send her to Tide Castle.
Barov was once responsible for delivering living supplies to Castle Waves. He boasted that he was familiar with every rock and current from Lighthouse Town to Fort Waves. But no matter how skillful he was in manipulating the oars and sails, a small boat that would sink at the slightest wave had no room for him to use, and it would not be able to reach Tide Sound Castle.
"There are no other ships in Lighthouse Town now." Barov said proudly, "Even the Earl of the Bay rarely returns to Tide Sound Castle. Recently, the locals who want to escape from Lighthouse Town are just like the adventurers who come to try their luck. Just as much.”
"Adventurers come to the battlefield to die?"
"Only mercenaries come for the war. Of course, adventurers come here to get benefits. There is a stack of high-yield mission rewards in the bar. Even the earl sometimes sends them to do things. The gold coins they receive are enough to overwhelm someone like you. Little man. Yes, it's an Abbey gold coin."
I don't want gold coins. "Sounds like I should stay and wait to be flooded with gold coins."
"You will only be submerged in the sea if you stay." Barov said, "The Gulf War is a war game of mysterious creatures, and only mysterious creatures can participate among adventurers. We mortals should stay away to avoid encountering them while walking on the street. He met some gangster or a wanted criminal, and then lost his life because of confusion."
His words were not entirely threats. There were indeed criminals in Beacon Town that Roma couldn't deal with. The church also became a residence for wizards. Roma had met Lind Punabag at Six Fingers Castle, when she was with Uriel, but now she had to face him alone. Even the criminal wanted posters plastered all over the streets are targeting a high-circle mysterious man, and his crime is to assassinate the count. If he really encountered such a big shot, Roma felt that he would either be killed or caught, and it would be impossible to escape anyway. The presence of the High Ring makes Knight's Cove as dangerous as Glimmer Forest, and there's no way I could take Aiken away from the church on my own.
Unless Ms. Helen is willing to help her. The "Witch of Destiny" is not a member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but there is an essential difference between the Sky Realm and the High Ring. She and Sabina attended the lecture together, and the latter shared the relevant knowledge with her with great expectation, even though Roma did not have any knowledge at the time. interest. Thanks to her, Roma still remembered that the mystery would show strange changes after the Path of Death, which made her once place her hope on the witch. But speaking of changes, from the Garden of Flowing Water to the Knight's Bay, Roma knew a lot more about herself than when she was with Anchuan. She really wanted her mentor to see her changes.
"I won't get flooded until I get on your boat." Roma muttered and tentatively stood on the deck. Forget it, at least it didn't sink immediately, and it looked sturdier than the carriage. Sauron's magic power was running low, and she couldn't do it again if she wanted to.
Barrels and ropes were scattered on the deck, as well as clumps of dark green seaweed and brown kelp. Their smell was unbearable and the little lion wished he didn't have a nose. As she hurried into the cabin, she realized she was not the only passenger.
"I didn't know anyone was in there," she apologized.
A portable oil lamp glowed on the table, and a dark-haired woman sat in the innermost part of the cabin, her whole body hidden in the shadows cast by the messy benches and hanging thick ropes. She didn't look up when she heard this, but instead buried her face in her long gray cloth skirt. "It's okay." Her voice was as high-pitched as a whistle, and she could startle people when she opened her mouth.
What a creepy woman, Roma couldn't help but think. But in order not to show fear, she forced herself to sit on a stool not far from the black-haired woman. At the same time, she used "Night Embrace" to improve her vision and quietly observed the traveler.
Magic lit up her vision. Roma's eyes were immediately attracted to the woman's exposed wrist. She initially thought it was a scar left by a burn, but after careful inspection, she found that the skin was smooth and soft, with no trace of healing. "Look at her hands. I've never seen a human with lavender skin. Do you know who she is?"
"She is not a human being." Sauron understood what she meant. "Purple skin means that the magic power lacks light, which is generally a characteristic of underground races."
"Lightness?" She actually wanted to ask the underground race first, but she had a premonition that this would be a big question before she spoke.
"It's just a description, it has nothing to do with mysterious knowledge. The fires of order are all the same, and there is no essential difference between them. But people's living environment often affects things related to them - just like people's physique, southerners are more tolerant of cold, and northerners are more tolerant of heat. I felt that your knowledge base might not allow you to understand professional vocabulary, so I thoughtfully made up a new word for you.』
Thank you so much. She began to understand Uriel's feelings as he walked with Sauron. "Is she a mysterious creature?"
"Don't look at a person and think that he is a mysterious creature. This will make you look stupid in the mortal kingdom." The magic I'm talking about is not her power of fire, but the tiny amounts of magic that exist naturally within her, which mortals use to heal wounds, grow hair and beards, and on which children grow. All in all, they cannot actively control their magic power, and they always pass it on to their offspring. That woman has the blood of an underground race. There is a lack of sunlight underground. No matter who’s ancestors have lived in darkness for thousands of years, their faces will never grow white.』
Roma used a small piece of ice to examine her outfit and movements. The woman never raised her head, her body swaying gently with the waves. For some reason, Roma felt that she was in pain.
"Do you want to ask about the underground race?" Sauron wrote before she spoke.
"No. I just want to know the relevant knowledge about her race." This is the most useful.
"She's a half-elf. There are also elves among underground races, among which night elves are the most common. They are the main source of faith in the Ash Temple and are called drow by the land people. But the night elves are part of her bloodline, not a race.』
"I know she's a demihuman."
"Still the rarest type of demi-human. Night elves don't like hybrids. Compared with them, even the vampires' treatment of vampires is much gentler." Mr. Ring skipped this detailed description, presumably it would not be comfortable. "There are still half-drows who have escaped from Binya'aio, but they are few and far between. They are as rare as witches."
This metaphor is difficult for Roma to understand. Croeta has Helen, a harp witch in the sky. In comparison, the night elves she had never seen made her even more curious. "I heard that the most wanted criminal in the bay is the night elf." But no matter how curious he was, Roma didn't want to run into him. "Do you think she has something to do with him? Normal people wouldn't shrink in front of strange travelers."
"Don't make blind guesses. Night elves and vampires have a feud. Maybe she is hiding from vampires. There are a lot of vampires in the bay recently.』
Roma was willing to imagine that this mysterious half-elf lady was related to the high-circle mystic currently wanted in the Bay, perhaps out of some girlish sentiment. Of course, the most likely scenario is that the other person is just seasick. At this time, Barov banged open the cabin door and announced to his two passengers that he was leaving. It seems that no one in Beacon Town dares to board this broken ship anymore.
Before boarding the ship, "Iron Oar" had already explained that the situation in Knight's Bay was different from the past, and that it would take about twice as long to get to Tide Sound Castle from Lighthouse Town. Roma suspected that this was also a boast, since his ship looked like it would disintegrate into splinters if it picked up even the slightest speed. In any case, they crossed the sea at night and had to guard against patrol fleets and pirates on the way. They would be thankful to be able to arrive the next morning. At this time, Roma hoped that Uriel and Iaconi would arrive later, preferably after she rescued Iaconi from the church.
"How long?" The shaking subsided and Roma yawned.
"You can count it yourself. You have asked me every five minutes since this pile of broken wood left the port, which is more punctual than the clock on the observation deck. This is the sixth time now." Sauron suddenly tightened the little lion's fingers, causing her to wake up instantly.
"Half an hour." She swung her feet, imagining that she wasn't wearing boots. "We haven't arrived yet. If that 'iron oar' dares to lie to me, I will nail it to the mast and use it as a sail."
"Didn't that half-elf rush him?"
"I think she's seasick." Roma jumped out of her seat. Five minutes ago, the half-elf lady floated out of the cabin like a ghost as the ship's hull rocked, and she has not returned yet. "Didn't he fall into the sea?" The railings on the deck looked untrustworthy, but people who were not clear-headed could easily overlook these. She couldn't help but feel a little worried, but yawned.
"Wait, there seems to be something wrong with you." Sauron continued to tighten the ring, and Roma let out an ouch, still yawning continuously, and was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. "Get out quickly!" You are the one who is not sober』
A chill ran down her fingers, Roma opened her mouth, and her yawn turned into a sneeze. She stumbled to the cabin door and pressed the handle to push the door, but failed; she had to pull hard, the damp wooden handle clicked, and the door panel was pulled inward to rotate, and finally opened the door.
The rich smell of sea water was liberating to her sense of smell at the moment. Roma blinked and realized that her state was completely different from that in the cabin. "What's in it?" she asked in surprise.
"Eighty percent of them are mortal gadgets, put there by that woman," Ring guessed, "Maybe she and the captain are working together to deceive a little fool like you."
It would be a lie to say that Roma was not ashamed of her earlier worries. She slammed the door and angrily went to find their trouble. There was no one on the deck, and the little lion smelled blood. This made her wary before entering the captain's cabin, but it did not diminish her surprise when she saw the conditions in the room.
