The ocean is like the blue earth, but it's flatter.

If Maisie had been there, she would have been chirping about how far she was from the island, and all she could hear was the sound of the waves crashing against the side of the boat. Although it was a bit boring to listen to for a long time, it was a lucky beat for the crew, which meant that it was a good day for sailing.

Well, there's one more now, Ash thought. Footsteps pressed against the old teak planks and a slight creak - someone was walking towards her.

"I didn't expect you to settle down on the Isle of Sleep," an old man with gray hair walked up to her, his hands on the railing, "and it looks huge, but when the tide rises, most of the land will be flooded by the sea, making it unsuitable for settlement." Why not live in Crescent Bay, which is the second largest island in the fjord, and there are still many uninhabited open spaces. ”

Jack One-Eye, captain of the Pretty Woman, as his name suggests, wears an eyepatch on his face that completely obscures his left eye. He was also one of the few captains willing to deliver supplies for witches - the people of the fjords, though not as hateful to witches as the Continent, were equally reluctant to deal with outsiders.

"Not everyone is as willing to deal with witches as you are," Ash smiled, "It's true that Sleepy Island will be flooded by the sea, but because of this, it is still a desert island despite being the third largest of the Fiordland Islands in terms of area. ”

"Third in area is not the same as third in living area," Captain Jack shrugged, "No matter how big it is if you can't live in people, like the Scorching Fire Islands." ”

"What witches are best at is changing nature," she said earnestly, "and besides, this island will become our home." As long as there is no suppression by the church, we can create a completely different world, a ...... A whole new world. She paused, "How long has it been since you've been to Sleeping Isle?"

The captain took off his hat and touched the back of his head, "It's been almost a month, and I sent a batch of witches and a full warehouse of pearl rice last time." Seriously, the way those little girls frolicking on the boat made my crew look stupid. You know how difficult it is for young lads to drift on the sea, like a volcano ready to erupt, but luckily I stopped them. Otherwise, my beloved ship will be destroyed. ”

Ash automatically ignored the second half of his words, "One month is enough time for a sea change, Mr. Captain." I bet the Sleeping Island you see this time will be very different from what you remember. ”

"Really?" Jack whistled, "and I'm looking forward to it...... Wait, what's that?" he leaned out of the side of the ship and looked sideways ahead, "Monkey!

The sailor, known as the monkey, climbed to the top of the mast with his hands and feet, raised his lookout glasses, "Chief, that should be an island!"

"What are you talking nonsense," the captain pulled out his compass and glanced at it, "how can there be other islands near us besides Sleepy Island?"

"But it's really an island, sir, swear!"

"You swear, let me do it. Jack took off his hat and said.

"No, no, no, sir, don't come up here, it's windy here," the monkey observed for a few more moments, "the three gods are on top!" he exclaimed in disbelief, "I see, it's the Isle of Sleep!

......

As the Pretty Woman approached the docks of Sleepy Island, a boatload of people could barely believe their eyes.

The towering island rises above the sea level like a hill, with straight and steep walls that are at least a few feet away from the top.

Ash was still on the island for the first time, and reacted much calmer than most, which in Captain Jack's eyes became a symbol of calm and confidence.

"You won," he lamented, "I didn't expect you to make an island rise, and it's no wonder that the madmen of the Church hate witches, and they're about to rival the gods." ”

"Uncle Jack, it's not like you say you want the island to rise," smiled the little girl who greeted her at the pier, "We've just built a 'wall' around the Sleeping Island, and you'll have to go in with us later." With that, she turned to the ashes and bowed her head, "You're finally back, Mistress Tilly has been talking about you for a long time." ”

Ash touched her head, "No need to be polite, Moriel. I'll have to trouble you to carry things later. ”

"Wrap it up on me," the little girl said, patting her chest.

When the sailor carries the food from the cabin to the docks, Moriel summons her magical minions—a pale blue orb and two arms that can be changed at will. It took a dozen bags of grain into its arms, and then its arms formed a net, holding the bags firmly and floating into the air. "Let's go," she said smugly.

"Oh, what a handy ability," said the captain, stroking his palm, "and seeing that there are so many of you, there are no more than a little girl." ”

The pier was halfway up the island, and the group circled up the stairs, and when they reached the top of the island, Ash instantly understood the meaning of "building a wall around the island".

It wasn't that the island had been raised, but that they had raised its contours—the whole sleeping island had become a basin, surrounded by a thick rim. And the edge of this circle is the wall in Moriel's mouth, with many stairs going down on the inside of the wall, and the bottom is the main body of the Sleeping Island.

"This ...... It's incredible," smacked Captain Jack's lips, "that you've turned the island into a city. Imagine what it would be like here at high tide? Oh my God, you'll be living below sea level!"

"That's true," Moriel said with a smile, "so we have two docks, one at the bottom of the sea and one on the surface. Of course, it is also correct to say that one is cultivated on the surface of the sea and the other is cultivated in mid-air. ”

Walking to the center of the island, there are already all kinds of houses built here, and unlike the usual wooden or masonry houses, these buildings seem to have grown out of the ground, and the feet of the houses are completely connected to the ground. There is no doubt that they, along with the city walls, are the masterpieces of the lotus.

"Sister Ash, that northernmost house is Lord Tilly's palace, I'll take the captain to deliver the goods, you don't have to accompany me, go see your lord first," the little girl waved.

Ash nodded, said goodbye to the two of them, and walked briskly north. Along the way, she saw many familiar faces, all bowing to her or smiling and waving. The witch's home, the word grew brighter and brighter in Ash's heart, filling her with strength.

And the founder of this home is Tilly Wimbledon, the witch king.

Unlike the royal palace, this spacious room had no guards and no locked doors, and the ashes walked straight through the vestibule into the hall, only to see a familiar figure appear in front of her.

She crept behind the other and reached out to cover the gray-haired woman's eyes.

"I noticed you at the door," he laughed, "and don't forget how I got you out of the crowd." ”

Transcendents have the ability to sense magic, and transcendents have a stronger sense of each other, and this connection from magic is like an invisible bond that binds her and Tilly together.

"I'm back. Ash whispered.

"Hmm," Tilly replied heartily, "welcome home." (To be continued.) )