Day 341 of the year 3725 of the Valanian calendar.
The fleet was very wary of us, and they even sent two king ships to keep us at the edge of the fleet to keep us away.
We could vaguely see them and used their presence to follow the fleet as much as possible.
But God didn't like it, and it started to fog again.
This fog was exactly the same as the fog five days ago, and it suddenly appeared.
The already difficult following became almost impossible, but again we lost track of the fleet.
I must accept the fact that I was abandoned by the fleet. The fate of the thirty-one people on board will be determined by my judgment.
Should we search and die in the air, or should we give up and return to the empty island we passed a few days ago?
To live or to die, that is the question.
Day 347, year 3725, Valanci calendar.
The weather was good and the visibility was high, but the search was still fruitless.
It is not known whether the fleet has arrived at its destination, and there is no way to judge.
The Puzhao is a warship. The role of a warship in the fleet is to alternately provide protection in the outer circle, so I have no right to know the navigation parameters.
There are many birds today, and most of them come from the blue sea. They have dark feathers and claws that look like they have stepped into black mud. They have left many footprints on the front deck of the Puzhao.
Day 349, year 3725 of the Valanian calendar.
Strong wind, light rain.
Messages began to circulate among the crew.
Rumor has it that during the foggy voyage, a ghost ship disguised itself as us and followed the fleet.
This statement is simply nonsense.
Day 355, year 3725 of the Valanian calendar.
Decided to return today.
This is the limit, the limit of limits.
Our supplies were not enough to return to the continent of Valance, and even if we went back we would be caught and executed by the rebels, so we decided to return to the Rift Valley empty island that we passed last time to replenish water.
It's not difficult to get there, just follow the opposite course from the last time you saw the fleet.
Of course, that's assuming they don't change course.
What I can confirm is that we did not change our course from the time we left the Rift Island to the time we encountered the wall of light.
But I can't guarantee the time between passing through the wall of light and seeing the fleet again.
The reason why I decided to return to the Rift Valley Island was to verify my conjecture.
Day 371 of the year 3725 of the Valanian calendar.
I saw the Rift Island.
I can't be mistaken; its long, narrow slit to the north and south makes it look like a bulging apple pie.
This also confirms my suspicion.
We are not passing through a wall of light, but...
This was the end of the voyage log. Ampton turned over a page and looked at it carefully. At least a dozen of them had been torn out, and the rest were all blank.
"Why isn't this complete..."
He muttered and continued to flip back, even testing the notebook to see if there was any handwriting that showed through.
Schliemann touched his nose. The story in the logbook made him feel strange.
"There are two possibilities, either Vader tore it or the captain tore it himself.
It's just like Wei Da... a few truths are mixed with a few lies, and it's impossible to tell the difference. "
Upton is no longer interested in who tore the logbook, he is interested in his journey to find the Heart of Glory.
"Will this log help us on our voyage?"
"Of course! First of all, it proves that we are on the correct course; secondly, I can estimate the speed of the fleet, supply volume and other important information based on the details provided in the story."
Ampton breathed out: "That's good..."
"You have to go back and return the diary to Vader. The legs of her bed are now resting on my chainmail gloves. You have to change them back for me."
"You can buy another glove later..."
"Hurry up, she is really a witch, don't go back and put a curse on me. If I die, who will take you to find the Brilliant Heart?"
This was a reason that Apton couldn't refuse. He was hit hard and could only reluctantly leave the Crescent.
Schliemann's work of copying the royal ship's navigation chart went on for two days. Apton, who was supposed to be the translator, was called away by Mersin sent by Vader and was not seen for two days.
The task of translating fell on Vivian, who was not very good at speaking the language of the ancient sun god.
When the king's ship's chart was completely moved by Schlieman to his own chart, Schlieman squinted his eyes and felt very good.
It seemed to him that the destination was near.
The ritual to remove the curse was prepared, and the Crescent Moon was asked to dock in an open space with a magic circle painted on it.
Vader didn't restrain himself at all, and the black mist steaming all over his body directed Selu and Mersin to go about their business.
The crew was required to stay on the ship, and Schliemann was no exception. A group of people stood on the side and watched a few people busy below, but they seemed to be aloof.
This magic circle made Schliemann uncomfortable. It was a magic circle often used to summon demons in horror novels in his world.
If Vader was going to do something bad, wouldn't he be tricked?
Vida was still so sharp. She stared at Schliemann and smiled.
"Don't think of people so badly, okay? I won't hurt little Selu even if I hurt anyone.
Little Selu, Mersin, you get on the boat, otherwise I will have to go through the trouble twice. "
Walter also planned to get on the boat, but was grabbed by Vader.
"Where are you going, my little sun..."
"Shouldn't I get on the boat?"
"You don't have to! You are the tool for this purification. Come on, hold my hand."
As Vida said, he grabbed Apton's hand and clasped his fingers together.
Schliemann felt a murderous aura. He turned his head and saw that it was Vivian.
She glared at Vader hard, as if she wanted to kill him with her eyes.
Vida became more aggressive, pulling Upton's arm into his arms and rubbing it.
Leaving one's own body odor behind is a primitive way of declaring territory. As an intruder, adopting this method can greatly anger the owner of the original territory.
Although Vivian just wanted to be the owner of this territory, this method still completely angered her.
She pulled out the dagger and threw it out. The whole process was so smooth that it was unimaginable.
However, in terms of throwing ability, Selu said that he is second and no one dares to be the first.
Although the dagger thrown by Vivian flew straight towards Vader, it was not fast enough and was caught by Apton.
It was not easy to block the spinning dagger, let alone grab the handle. This made Schliemann stunned. Only then did he know what kind of monster the guy who hung out with him every day was.
"Vivian, step back."
The cold tone made Vivian shiver, she lowered her head and stepped back.
"Oh, it's so refreshing... I can't beat the little slutty Morsi, can I still beat you?"
Vader looked like a victor, raised his hands that were clasped with Apton, and recited a mantra that no one could understand in a high pitched voice.
The black mist on her body rose together with the white light on Apton's body, and the magic circle at the feet of the Crescent Moon seemed to resonate with bursts of light mixed with black mist.
