87_87643The Dodo is a great ship, stronger than both the Queen of Wine and the Fantasy. It was well maintained, with a pointed bow fitted with ramming horns, two crosssails and one schooner, the canvas and cables were new, sturdy armor, powerful ballistas and catapults, and as long as it was well manned, it looked like an agile and dangerous beast of the sea under the control of experienced sailors - a ship few could match the Dodo one-on-one.

But at this moment, the face of the Dodo's first officer, Rohr, looked as if he was crossing the stormy ocean with a leaky board.

"This ...... I can't believe it. Rohr raised his hand and hung it down weakly: "This is different from what I heard from the big people on the island. Oh my God, if that's the case, we don't need to go to Captain Simon, and if we're lucky, we might find his ring in the stomach of one of the fishmen someday. ”

He looked at Morrill and Chloe, who were sitting opposite, "If the crew knew about this, they would definitely blow up the nest." There's no denying that they're on board this ship to take part in the hunt is because of the awesome strength that you and your samurai have in dealing with the Seman, in addition to the money Captain Simon owes each of them, to give them unwavering confidence...... But Fish-Man Island is different. ”

"It's the legendary mecca of the shark-man," Rohr continued, "hidden beneath the stormy waves, with thousands of sharks much larger than their average species cruising around, oh my God, why would Simon want to go there?"

"I thought the sea elves and the sharks were mortal enemies. Chloe put her legs on the table and rocked the stool leisurely: "But now listen to your argument as if you were a piece of meat that the fish-man would swallow at any time in his mouth." ”

"It's not as simple as you think!" Rohr was enraged by this undisguised mockery: "You don't understand the terrifying status of Fish-Man Island in the hearts of sailors......"

"So I'll just stake a sù to you, Rohr. Moriel calmly looked at Rohr's face blue with anger, "I don't know why the people I'm tracking down asked Simon to take them to Fish-Man Island. Or maybe they're just a bunch, I don't care. Now the problem is, I need to find people who are going with Simon, and if they're going to Fish-Man Island, then I'm going to go too. So I need a guide, Rohr. You're an experienced sea elf sailor, so I think you're the best choice, just as they think Simon is the best choice. ”

Hearing the word sea elf, Rohr bowed his head as if defeated.

"Okay. I tried to hide the news as much as I could...... Fight to get you to Captain Simon and the Hermit Crab before they meet that cursed place. ”

After Rohr left. Chloe magically pulled out a bottle of wine and a deck of cards, and Morrill didn't see how she did it.

Morriel was on the verge of activating a defensive spell, and if she wasn't guarded, the swordswoman might not have been able to slit her throat in less than a second, with a sword, a dagger, or a fingernail - she still had long nails painted green, was she really a warrior with a sword?

"We're probably going to have to drift at sea for a while. "Chloe doesn't have a third hand. But two wine glasses magically appeared after the wine bottles placed on the table: "Why don't you continue playing?"

Morrill rudely rejected the swordswoman, still haunting the kiss she had before she got on the boat: "I have a lot to do. If you're bored, you might be able to keep training the Dark Sun Assassin. ”

Chloe shook her glass slightly, watching Morrill disappear outside the door of the captain's cabin. No, I have a better option.

Forty-seven, who was sitting on the railing of the side of the boat fishing, turned his head. With his current appearance, which was very close to a human being, turning his head a full hundred and eighty degrees was quite a terrifying sight.

Chloe stood on the deck with a sword in each hand and looked at Forty-Seven, unfazed by the Dark Sun Assassin known as the Shadow Wolf, who followed her. The blank expression looks like an idiot - if it's some kind of seductive ability, then the effect is a little too strong.

"Hmm...... Forty-seven?" Chloe danced a beautiful sword flower with both swords at the same time, and her expression seemed cheerful and confident: "Neither of us is well suited to this boring life at sea. Right? In that case, how about playing a game?"

Forty-seven looked at the sword in Chloe's hand, the sun was very strong, and the blade of the sword flashed with a dazzling reflection: "Are you sure? It looks like you want to compete with me." ”

Chloe tossed a sword into the air, picking it up with another before it landed on the deck. Windmill turned: "No, it's not a contest...... It's a game. ”

"I am impressed by your immense strength and indestructibility...... Chloe uses incredible dexterity to separate the two swords again between the high-speed flying blades, and tosses one of them towards Forty-Seven. Precisely inserted into the railing beside him: "I don't want to have to turn back because of a big hole in the bottom of the boat just out to sea." Why don't we just play it out with pure skill, I've sometimes had some very tough opponents in my adventure career......"

The female swordsman seemed to fall into memory for a moment, but immediately recovered: "Are you interested in having a friendly match under our control?"

Forty-seven threw the rod to Twenty-Six, and he barely managed to borrow the long iron rod, and was almost crushed to the boat.

"Controlling zhì," Forty-Seven repeated the word, "including stopping before slashing your neck?"

"Of course not," Chloe said

"Don't wreck the ship...... And I'll stop when the time comes. ”

Forty-Seven stepped down from the railing, drew his refined sword, and faced Chloe.

"Okay, then I say start. This sentence opened the prelude to the battle. All the sailors scrambled to dodge, making way for the moving metal storm - and the fiery red that danced around him.

Morriel wasn't meditating or studying spellbooks, in fact she was a little distracted. She was standing at the helm watching the terrible sword fight in her class, and Roll, who was at the helm, was also dumbfounded by the neglect of her job.

Forty-seven's sword-wielding arm was waving haphazardly. Like a kid with a stick, but his twisting joints and air-tearing speed make Chloe face a meat grinder. But the swordswoman showed no signs of being unable to cope with it, she was light on her gait, and she was able to take advantage of the onslaught of forty-seven steps, and even dominated the battle in some way. Whenever Forty-Seven threatened to damage the mast or the cable, she shifted direction, uncanny through the afterimage of the blade, leading Forty-Seven to change the direction of her attack—the sound of metal striking almost in unison, between the fiercely swung swords. Spectators can't even make out what they're doing.

Morrill had never seen anyone so easy under Forty-Seven's attack. Although the "rules of the game" did limit his play, Chloe's amazing skills were also the only ones she had ever seen in her life. If she was the one who suddenly attacked outside the prison, it was really a question of whether she could hold on.

Am I already a little bit dependent on Forty-Seven? Forty-Seven had been following her since the fall of the Tower of the Seven Sins, and apart from the hateful remarks to which she had become accustomed to it, many times it did seem like a real construct, protecting her and destroying her enemies, and doing it so well. So much so that when he stood beside Moriel, the mage had no need to worry about her own safety, and it felt as safe as staying in a steel castle full of guards - what if he wasn't?

Forty-seven leaned back, avoiding Chloe's sword. He didn't have to dodge the blow at all, as it would have had no effect other than create a scratch on the cuirass that would quickly disappear, but Forty-Seven dodged it anyway, because he had to follow the rules of the game and fight like a normal man - although it was not something that the average man could do with bending his upper body backwards and waist at a right angle.

Chloe took the opportunity to turn her wrist. Raising his sword and stabbing down, Forty-Seven spun his waist again, sliding behind Chloe in a very twisted and strange position. Raise the long sword, which was already full of cracks, and slash down. Chloe turned around to block the blow, but was forced to fall on one knee due to the force of the force, and the longsword was picked away by Forty-Seven and could not be defended, so she could only roll on the deck to avoid the torrential stabs, but just when the onlookers thought that the female swordsman was gone. She kicked Forty-Seven Sword-wielding wrists with unparalleled precision, seizing the opportunity to roll over and stand up in the fleeting pause, regaining the initiative.

Maybe forty-seven follows me. In fact, it was nothing more than a pointless fishing operation on his boat - simply because there was nothing else to do. The thought made Morriel a little uncomfortable, but she didn't seem to have any strong reason to refute it. Morrill clearly knew that Forty-Seven was definitely not as concerned about finding Kairo as he was, which was one of the reasons why he basically didn't express any opinions along the way. Otherwise, in his style, he would destroy every temple of Shirek he could find, just as he did when he was in Argus......

Will Forty-Seven leave?" Morriel asked himself for the first time.

The battle on deck was over. The broken sword flew up the mast, severing several cables, and sending a sail down with a whirl.

Forty-seven threw away the hilt of the sword and looked at Chloe's longsword, which remained impossibly intact though it was similarly notched.

"It's just a little trick. Chloe threw her sword onto the deck, and it shattered into several pieces.

By the time Forty-Seven returned to the captain's room, Moriel, who had taken a step ahead of him, was already sitting there flipping through the spellbook with a blank face.

"You seem to be having a good time. ”

There was a hint of resentment in Moriel's words, but Forty-Seven didn't know why.

So he naturally replied, "Yes." Then he walked out before Morrill got angry.

Morrill continued to read.

Inexplicable Fish-Man Island, Inexplicable Female Swordsman, Inexplicable ...... What was I thinking?, Morrill stared at the spellbook, the symbols and graphics on it were obscure - but hadn't moved since opening it.

Orlando jumped out of the slightly swaying hammock, covered in cold sweat.

He unconsciously touched the gem-encrusted magic dagger at his waist, and at the same time set his eyes on the black sword hanging within reach, as if he could draw strength from these two things.

The bulkhead mirror vaguely reflected Orlando's slightly distorted face. He was about thirty years old and had thin cheeks. The black chin with stubble, because of the rest, the hair is a little messy, and the whites of the eyes are almost non-existent, and at a glance, the eyes are full of overflowing black, exuding an indescribable demonic feeling.

Orlando froze, waking up from the absurd and twisted dream he had just had, but a chill felt deeper into his heart - if there was anything in the world that could scare this top killer, it was Ciric's hysterical screams in his dreams that were definitely number one. And it's that he can never get rid of

Target.

Few believers who had received the oracle of Ciric in their sleep could accurately describe the scene when they were awake, and even if they boasted, their voices involuntarily trembled from the depths of their souls. A thousand nightmares mixed together and stuffed into the mind at the same time are not enough to describe what kind of torture it would be for a god to choose to drive his will directly into the minds of mortals, and this god is still considered insane?

And this time Orlando received an oracle that didn't stop there. Orlando sensed the murder god's anger, his resentment, and the signs that he was about to lose patience in the shrill noise. This made Orlando shudder again. If Ciric suddenly thinks he's no longer up to the task, or is no longer useful, it's a common occurrence for the temperamental god of murder - then a colleague's dagger will immediately stab him in the back, not even caring about the terrifying prowess that has always terrified them, for it was almost entirely given by the dark sun.

A ship tracking them...... Orlando suddenly realized that he had to do something, even if it was just for Ciric.

He picked up the cloak that had been used as a quilt but had now fallen to the ground, and with a single movement opened the locked door with the trap attached, and quietly walked out of the cabin.

"Oh. Mr. Orlando, it's normal ...... now" Simon, who was at the helm, saw Orlando walking in wrapped in a black cloak from the corner of his eye, and hurriedly reported.

"I heard the Hermit Crab is your ship?" Orlando looked through the crystal porthole as the clouds gathered in the sky. It's going to be a storm.

Simon did a good job of hiding his surprise, he didn't expect Orlando to know this: "You're really well-informed. That was a long time ago......"

"When will you get to Fish-Man Island?" the cold air in Orlando's words made Simon swallow half of what he was about to say.

"All I can say is not necessarily...... And it should be said that found, Mr. Orlando. Simon was not going to be vague on this matter, and the ship was full of novice seafarers except him. The act of fiddling with the Hermit Crab was almost rude, and it made him very distressed: "Now we are heading deep into the Pearl Islands, and we have not yet deviated from the accepted course. Only when it came to ......"

"Change the route. Orlando interrupted him again.

"What?" Simon was startled, "That's not going to work, we're not going on an outing offshore! and we're about to get into a storm......

"Changing course, someone is following us. The killer said coldly.

Simon simply raised his hand on the steering wheel, and after a few days of getting along, he was already very aware of the inexplicable style of this group of inexplicable fellows, but if he had to be derailed from course this time, Simon would not be able to do it - it was a complete act of suicide.

"Then Mr. Orlando, could you please tell me which side I should choose, left or right?" Orlando didn't seem to expect that this obedient pirate would dare to use this way to contradict himself at this time, but looked at Simon in a little daze: "It's impossible, Mr. Orlando, I don't know how much you know about the ocean, but if we change course at this time, our only fate is to die in the belly of the fish!"

Simon thought that he would follow his advice for the sake of being an experienced captain, or they wouldn't have invited him to pilot the Hermit Crab, but Orlando raised his hand and pointed to the left, and left the wheelhouse, clearly not taking Simon's words to heart, and worse, the direction he gave seemed to be pointed out casually.

The Dark-Sun cultists on deck instantly began to get busy, untying the cables and hoisting the sails according to the orders passed on by Captain Simon, busy with a completely different job from their usual assassination work, each looking very clumsy, but finally the Hermit Crab began to turn and slowly sail away in the face of a strange sea.

Morrill managed to get rid of his cranky thoughts and concentrate, but luckily the spell worked so well that even if the Hermit Crab changed course, it couldn't escape Morriel's mind tracking - a bit of luck. She approached Rohr, informed him of the situation, and asked the Dodo, which was still following its intended course, to make changes accordingly.

"Is Captain Simon crazy, he is starting to deviate from the course, this is a taboo in ocean voyages, let alone sailing in the depths towards the Pearl Islands......" Rohr turned from shock to worry, and turned to look at Morriel to the side: "Are you sure that the Hermit Crab is going in this direction? It will be dangerous for us to chase it like this, at least soon the other sailors will find out that something is wrong, and how will we clean up if something happens?"

"I don't think Captain Simon is crazy, maybe the other people on the boat asked him to change course, but I don't know if they found Fish-Man Island, or if they found us following behind. Morrill stared at the direction of the Dodo, where there was nothing but a straight line formed by the intersection of sea and sky: "Keep sailing, Roll, whether it's going to Fish-Man Island or sailing into the unknown sea, it's just as risky as it gets, and now we can only hope that we can catch up with our goal soon, and maybe hope to return safely." ”

However, if it is determined that Kailuo, or the clue about Kairo is on Fish-Man Island, then it will be necessary to make a trip anyway