It has been a week since the Crescent left Rift Island, and now it is riding the wind and heading north.
"I guess it's almost there. Judging from the efficiency of the engine two hundred years ago, another twenty days will be the limit of the kerosene on their ship."
Schliemann pulled out a piece of papyrus and handed it to Apton.
"Did you ask Vader?"
As a result, Ampton of Papyrus was stunned and looked confused.
"The range of your induction of the Heart of Glory! You didn't ask, right?"
"Oh... I asked about this, and she said that in my current state, the sensing radius can be two kilometers."
Schliemann slumped down in his chair and suddenly lost all energy.
"What's the difference between this and nothing? How long do we have to find the sensing distance..."
The West Island of the Twin Islands is the smallest island on this voyage, right? There are also seventeen kilometers from north to south. With your range, even if we find the empty island where they landed, the next search will take a long time. "
Ampton threw the tissue paper on the table with a helpless expression.
"There's nothing I can do. Vader says I'm too weak... but doesn't tell me how to become stronger."
"Hey, will she have something waiting for you to find her?"
"I have no idea."
"Oh...you are completely manipulated by her!"
Ampton wiped his face, as if forcing himself not to think about something.
"Finding the empty island where they landed, the rest is just a matter of time..."
Just as Schliemann was about to speak, the sound of Hilpeter's hurried steps was heard. Schliemann listened carefully and his whole face dropped.
"Here we go again! Why doesn't your sun god clean up the ghost mist from this world?"
On the bridge, Apton was dumbfounded as he looked at the dense fog that was almost blinding him.
"Sil Peter, get the crew ready for battle. This fog won't last long, but don't overturn the car."
Hilpeter stepped on the floor, and Ampton looked confused.
"How do you know this fog won't last long?"
"The particularly thick ghost fog is not big. We are moving north, and the ghost fog is moving south. It will pass soon.
Ah, by the way, I didn’t say it was big, compared to the ghostly fog last time. "
In the vast whiteness, a black figure suddenly appeared on the left side of the Crescent, and then disappeared.
"Get on the deck! Enemies appear on the left!"
Hilpeter gave the order, staring at Schliemann on the left with a frown.
"It's strange...why didn't the ghost ship attack?"
"Lift the curtain! Bring up the powder keg!"
Hillpeter continued to order.
"What are they doing?"
Schliemann grabbed the side rail and stared doubtfully in the direction where the black shadow disappeared. In that direction, nothing could be seen in the white.
There was a loud noise, and Schliemann was shocked. He looked at the crew who were stabbing the barrel and the crew who had just rushed to the deck with the gunpowder barrel, and his eyes widened.
"The opponent has a cannon...the opponent has a cannon! Hilpeter, full right rudder and raise to evade!"
Hillpeter faithfully carried out Schliemann's order and controlled the Crescent to ascend sharply.
Ampton clung to the fence and looked at Schliemann who had already hung up the safety rope.
"what's the situation?"
"Didn't you hear the sound of the cannon? Can't you recognize such a familiar sound?"
"This is impossible! I'm sure! Only the Crescent Moon in the world is equipped with cannons!"
"Mad! There is a difference between being convinced and being certain..."
Before Schliemann finished speaking, a wall of light appeared in front of the Crescent.
The fog seemed to leave the Crescent in an instant, as if a hand was pushing through a ball of cotton and picking out the cotton seeds in the middle.
Schliemann could only sigh as he looked at the wall of light in front of him.
It was too close, so close that it was only a dozen meters away from the bow of the Crescent.
For an exploration ship more than thirty meters long, this distance is as close as it gets to the face.
Although Hilpeter still subconsciously turned the steering wheel, the Crescent inevitably slid towards the wall of light.
This oncoming wall of light reminded Schliemann of many things.
The fleet from two hundred years ago, the logbook, the confusing markings on the navigation chart, and the moss-covered wreckage of the royal ship.
"So this is ah……"
The Crescent turned sideways, slammed into the light wall, and passed through without any damage.
Ampton felt dazzled. The sky was suddenly clear, and the thick fog seemed to have never appeared before.
He looked at Schliemann and saw the strange smile on Schlieman's face.
"You're still laughing, now I'm going to be as lost as the Puzhao!"
Schliemann glanced at his pocket watch, rolled his eyes, and said, "You are a king, can you please stop yelling when something happens?"
"No, we are lost!"
"Who said that there is no Trek..."
After Schliemann finished speaking, he strode back to the bridge and asked, "Silpeter, have you recorded the altitude, speed, and direction after entering the thick fog?"
"It's recorded, Captain."
"Okay! Leave it all to me. The Crescent is temporarily suspended."
Schliemann picked up these records, ran back to his captain's cabin, and after a while of calculation, marked a route.
He stomped on the floor, and it didn't take long for Hilpeter to catch up.
"Captain, I'm just coming to find you... Well, we seem to be going in the wrong direction. The direction of travel on the chart does not match the direction on the compass."
Schliemann nodded and said, "Yes, I know. Next, you must strictly follow the requirements for what I arrange for you."
Hilpeter stood at attention and took the route data.
"Where is this going, Captain?"
"Don't ask. I've already clearly written down what to do and when. Just go ahead."
"yes!"
After Hilpeter left, Schliemann sat down in a chair and turned to look at Ampton.
"What are you standing for? Sit down..."
"We're lost, why aren't you in a hurry?"
"No Trek."
"Then why did Hillpeter just say that the direction of travel on the chart does not match the direction on the compass?"
Schliemann smiled and said: "What he said is not accurate enough. It should be that the direction pointed by the compass does not match the direction of travel marked by the spacecraft on the navigation chart."
"No, there is no difference, the direction is messed up!"
"Don't worry, my friend...it's not time to reveal the answer yet."
Ampton raised his head and exhaled.
"How long has it been and you still keep telling me off?"
Schliemann shook his head, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"I'm not trying to be pretentious. I'm thinking about whether speaking out about this matter now will affect its occurrence."
Ampton couldn't figure it out anymore. He held his hair and thought for a long time.
"No, there is something wrong with what you said. Doesn't 'telling this matter' mean that it has already happened?
'Influence its occurrence' Doesn't that mean it hasn't happened yet? What you said is completely contradictory..."
