The ring was silent for a moment. "This is not the same thing. Uriel's goal was to find those children, every one of them. It was only by chance that he came to you.』
"What I want is for everyone to return to their mother, Sauron." It doesn't matter if it calls her naive at this point, that's what she thinks anyway. "It just takes a little time. When Ingrid arrives at Fishtail Island, I will swim back to Chaosheng Castle."
"What about Aiken?"
"If I go back now, you won't let me go find him." Roma could see this from the still frost. When she finds the Witch of Destiny, there will be no negotiations or discussions. The School of Silence is busy looking for the holy book that fell into the hands of the demon lord. The Gulf Fleet is wary of any disturbance. The Oath Keepers Alliance will probably send more warships to avenge their original member races, and the Blood Tribe will use Aiken and many The baby makes the alchemical potion "Cauldron" and plots the next attack in the shadows. Even so, there was nothing she could do.
Sauron compromised. "What can I do?" A ring can't do anything, not even the Night Whispering Ring.』
When morning came, they saw the island. Compared with the coastline and several peninsulas encompassed by Knights Bay, Fishtail Island is as small as a grain of rice in a cup. The entire island was a black-gray color of stone and soil, and no vegetation could be seen from their angle. When the sailboat barely managed to hold up and approached the beach, Roma felt that it would take less than half an hour to cover the entire island. This seems to be an uninhabited island, but judging from its distance and area, leaving it deserted would be an incomprehensible waste for the sailing fleet and pirates. "There's no one up there," she said to the others.
Sauron the Ring told her to shut up, but Ingrid didn't seem to hear him. The half-elf was very weak along the way. She struggled and groaned under the erosion of the curse, and her nails scratched her skirt and even the wooden floor. Luckily she wasn't human and her nails were sharper than anything else, but the delicate and beautiful striped pattern on them was completely ruined. When she is awake, she can use tobacco to relieve pain and adjust her course from time to time according to the small compass she carries with her. Roma's prediction was right again. The sea wind before dawn was very strong. If she hadn't stayed behind and clumsily pulled the sail, the small sailboat would never have reached Yuwei Island. Even though it's not far from Knight's Bay.
When Roma and Ingrid walked down the beach, the island started to show some popularity. On the gravel ground in the distance lay a layer of dry weeds, mixed with pieces of glass, pieces of rotten wood, and tangled clumps of kelp. The area near the tree stump was covered with bird droppings. Beetles were tossing back and forth there, and their tracks crossed a path that led to the back of the slope.
"Right in the back." Ingrid muttered. She looked even more pitiful than on the boat, her cheeks twitching and tears streaming down her nose. Roma had to hold her up, and her ears were filled with the strange whispers of the drow.
The night elves have their own language, as different from Common as the Drawings of the First Men and the Sixth Edition runes. The latter actually claimed to be simplified from pictures. After learning this statement, Roma once announced in the magic text class that she could create a language of her own.
"Do demi-humans speak two languages?" she asked the ring quietly.
"Not necessarily" Sauron said impatiently, "Think with your tail, the answer is obvious"
The path grew wider and wider, ending in a clearing. As Roma had said, there was no one here—perhaps there had been, but now there was only crumbling timber and a tangled fence. Roma watched Ingrid kneeling on the ground under a sudden rock, holding a white skull out of the sand, and then kissed its forehead calmly. If the ring hadn't reminded her that drow customs were different from those on land, Roma would have retreated in disgust.
Roma lowered her voice as much as possible and asked, "Why did Ingrid bring her mother to Fishtail Island?"
"They must be more willing to go to Beacon Town." Ring knew what she meant. "Ingrid said she had been living in the Royal Capital. Apparently, things had changed when they came to Knight's Bay. There may be a very complicated process involved.』
But we don't know, Roma thought. The half-elf told her about her family and her parents' past, but never mentioned her own experience. How she met the night elf who hurt her, why she learned about the hatred between the Bay Commander and the wanted criminal, and why she even escaped from Beacon Town—these are questions that Ingrid doesn't want others to understand. But Roma can make a rough guess about the last point.
"Wolfgang was once the lord of Beacon Town, right?"
"That was a long time ago," the ring replied, "probably when Wolfgang was still a palace knight. Later, the town suffered a natural disaster, and the Gulf people re-established Tide Castle outside the town."
"Chaosheng Castle is..."
"...The castle rebuilt by Wolfgang" This is the reason why Ingrid doesn't want to go back.
As dawn passes, Fishtail Island becomes humid. The mist of water vapor evaporating from the vegetation on the sunny side blurs the boundary between the sky and the sea, but the nearby sea still shines like a gem. Ingrid took Roma behind the eaves and pulled out a large handful of golden-green tobacco leaves from under a collapsed straw shed. "This is Sauvero." She asked the little lion to stretch out his hand and touch the golden lines on the leaves. The ring on Roma's finger suddenly became bone-chillingly cold, making her shiver.
"Why do you have this thing?" 』
"It's Laurent Vig and the dark wizard. They plant these tobacco leaves on the island." Ingrid opened the roof of the shed, and the multi-colored plants covered every inch of the land as far as the eye could see. "This is only a small part, and it has been abandoned for a long time. I don't know why they chose this place. Anyway, after Sharon died, no one came to the island anymore."
"Who will plant them?" Roma asked, urged by the ring. First, she was curious that someone would grow tobacco on this island, and the reaction of the ring made her feel that there seemed to be some kind of secret in it.
Ingrid put down the shed, "The vampires."
"I knew it was them." The runes on the ring were all twisted into a ball. If Sauron had a face, it would only show a frown of extreme disgust at this moment. "Listen, Roma, this thing is dangerous. You'd better never put it in your mouth."
"Why should I eat grass?" the little lion said dissatisfiedly.
"It's best not to smoke either," Ingrid added. But she indulged herself in it. The more painful she was, the more she needed the anesthesia of tobacco leaves. "When you taste the first bite, you can never leave it. For people like me, it is worth paying for a moment of enjoyment, because the endless pain and labor create our humble life; but You are different, little lion, little Rome, your future is above the clouds."
"I ran out on my own," Roma said. Sometimes she doesn't like others to distinguish her, even if she herself would agree with it in her heart. But although the life of a mortal is not as rich as that of mysterious creatures, being humble is not really... well, that depends on what kind of mortal he is.
"I guess you'll be back soon."
This was their last exchange. Roma then went back to the beach alone, leaving Ingrid with her mother Sharon's skull. Sauron the Ring repeatedly urged Roma to leave, but was unwilling to confide a word to her. There is no "cicada" in Roma, otherwise she would have left everything to the half-elves. I have helped her a lot, she thought to herself, it is unreasonable to blame herself.
"Did the vampires force Ingrid and her mother to stay in Iron Claw?" she asked the ring.
"More likely Laurent Viguet. The mortal in Ingrid Yunjing’s mouth seems to be particularly hateful.』
"What is Sovero?"
"You will know when you return to the tower." Sauron said without revealing anything. "It was a big event that happened after you ran away from Blumnot. I'm afraid the Ring City Daily is still publishing relevant news now."
"It doesn't sound like information that needs to be kept secret. Why don't you tell me now?"
"Because I don't want to tell you," Sauron taunted.
When the day comes when I become the messenger of the tower, you will have to tell me everything you know, Roma thought to herself. But now she was just an apprentice, and even if the topic was forced to end, Roma could not ask it to continue. She was not Uriel, and the Nightwhisper Ring was only loyal to its owner. Thinking of the White Envoy, she subconsciously quickened her pace and almost tripped on a wooden stake.
"Wait a minute" As she approached the beach, the ring suddenly stopped her from moving forward.
"What?" Is Sauron finally willing to face her self-esteem?
"Your boat is gone" but to refer to the mood of looking around and seeing the little lion, that is pure daydreaming. "Although we didn't plan to take it back, I remember you dragged it to the beach."
Unless it was a wave like the high tide in Silverdome City, there was no way the sailboat anchored on the beach would be washed away. Someone was on the island, and Roma unhooked her bow when she realized the situation. She gently picked out a bird feather wood arrow with her fingers and put it on a thin string. She silently moved it into the shadow of the tree trunk, while using her senses to observe her surroundings.
However, at this moment, a thin plume of smoke rose from the clearing not far away. Ingrid. Roma tightened the string of her bow and aimed the tip towards the end of the path. If the people who sneaked onto the island saw Ingrid and came over, they would be nailed to the ground by her arrow... Phew!
The sound of arrows punching through branches and leaves followed the feathers, and then a sharp howl erupted from the palms. Roma could hear the energy in the voice, so he raised his hand and shot another arrow, but this time he missed. When the little lion got close enough to see the clearing, there was only a trail of blood and two arrow shafts very close to each other. Judging from the traces, the visitor changed direction and fled back to the beach. I should use magic arrows. Almost without thinking, Roma turned and followed the fleeing wounded. His screams spread across the island, and Ingrid's plume of smoke disappeared into the sea breeze.
"I don't really support you going with the past."
"Because they are vampires?" Roma asked. She didn't see that person, but according to Ingrid, only vampires and dark wizards know the specific location of Fishtail Island. Sir Laurent attacked the Alliance first, so the only people who landed on the island from the direction of Lighthouse Town were the Vampires. "I have a score to settle with them." Roma stared at the sail in the shadow of the strait. Its outline was majestic and straight, and the huge canvas rustled in the sea breeze.
