87_87643The sea at night is very quiet. The cold snap of hurricanes, which has been roaming the ocean for some time, has subsided and dissipated with the re-captivity of Zeukeskel.

The Northland trade routes, which had been blocked by the blizzard, began to recover, and although there were still many bandits and monsters that flowed from the depths of the Broken Glacier or the Spine of the World, some of them quite a headache, the situation was moving in the direction that the civilized race wanted to see, thanks to the combined strangulation of the relieved Deepstream City and the other cities of the Northlands. At least the caravans of the various caravans were multiplied again, and the roads covered with heavy loads were struggling to move forward on the roads covered with thick snow and ice, although both the armed escort and the price of goods increased.

However, sea transport has not yet resumed. After all, according to the normal change of seasons, winter has only just begun. Although the weather has improved and some of the offshore waters have thawed under the impact of ocean currents, large chunks of ice floes can still easily destroy every ship that comes across—not to mention the icebergs drifting from the north, which are completely the tooth of the sea, the moving grim reaper.

There is such an iceberg right now. The bright moonlight shone on its sharp peaks, and the irregular mountain looked like a giant black shadow cruising under the moon, and the part hidden under the surface of the water was several times larger. It pushed away the icy sea water without panicking, and did not even alarm the ice floe not far away, and slowly moved along the huge dark tide formed by the temperature difference, indifferently pushing away something that was blocking its path, of course, not unscathed.

An incomparably loud bang shattered the night. The waves of thunder echoed endlessly, flattening the waves. The piercing scream was from far to near in an instant, as if the air had become some kind of solid, compact solid, torn apart by a sharp knife. In an instant, the flames grazed the side of the iceberg, setting off countless pieces of ice, exploding hemispherical waves in the rear, and a large amount of seawater formed a cloud of steam, which was swollen by the incandescent shock wave and stretched out countless tentacles, enveloping the entire iceberg in it.

A steel winch taller than a man creaked and turned, adjusting the destructive machinery made of heavy brass and steel. Simon stood by the side of the boat. Straightening his right arm, cocking his thumb, his eyes squinting in turn, he turned back and shouted at the sailors gathered around the steaming cannons, "You idiots! Didn't you hear what I said?"

The sailors who operated the guns were busy under his reprimand, although most of them had no idea what they were going to do. After all, the big weapons they're most familiar with are the giant crossbow and the ship's catapult - a complex gadget that's a little too high-tech at the moment. Some people even screamed because they accidentally pressed their hands on the still hot cannon body, so angry that Simon was helpless.

He quickly recovered from his adventures in the frozen space of the Arctic, though it was his most dangerous experience to date. Speaking of the dangers he encountered after encountering Moriel and Forty-Seven on the Southern Seas combined, he encountered ten times more danger than in the first half of his life combined. Of course, if the endless life of avoiding debt is excluded from the "dangerous" range.

He had sailed from the swamps of the South to Deepstream in a magically repaired magical ship, passing through many towns along the way, enjoying the visceral amazement of all those who saw the ship, and even thought that the doom that had haunted him for so long was finally tired of it. From the Dragonjaw Strait to the Sea of Falling Stars in the East, from the Pearl Islands to the glacial seas to the north, there is no ship like this ship of steel, for it not only swims the oceans, but also dominates the skies.

That's why he greedily followed the instructions of the crazy old mage to find Forty-Seven. Hopefully, he could help him complete the last and most important step of the magic ship, but he could have delayed it a little longer...... No, his greed never grew to the point of wanting to take possession of the ship. However, since this Iron Warrior certainly wouldn't make "Merchant Captain" his goal, he certainly wouldn't mind being the agent of the magic ship.

But the actual situation now is obviously a little different from what he expected. The Hermit Crab was originally an ancient three-masted clipper discovered by pirates, presumably because of some lost technology, which not only withstood violent storms better than ordinary ships, but also moved fast even in headwinds. And when it was transformed into a magical flying ship by the Argus Empire's constructing technology, Simon could almost imagine it being laden with precious smuggled goods, traversing seas and continents to make his own huge profits.

But not the current ironclad battleship with gun emplacements occupying the cargo hold! Even if he is willing to go against his own principles and become an out-and-out pirate. What is left to salvage after such a shot? But Simon did not express his dissatisfaction. In fact, when he found Forty-Seven unhappy on his return journey from the North Pole, he wisely put away his grievances - since he was a fox and a tiger, he had to be self-aware.

Forty-seven, of course, was not happy. How could the god of murder be happy when he had on his territory and written the words "Ciric is here"?

"Dear Mr. Forty-Seven...... That one...... Morriel small

Past. "Twenty-six, a former slave sailor who is now a representative of Freys~, said. Although he was much better in terms of clothing and complexion, and he already looked a little bit like a young employee, he was still quite nervous when facing that iron face.

"Alright, alright, do what you should do! Leave that thing alone!" Seeing Forty-Seven turn to leave, Simon breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted to his men to take their places, of course, the main job at the moment was only to wipe the deck. As for the powerful heavy cannon, it slowly lowered with the sound of chains and gears grinding against the metal. As the complex structure retracted into the hull, the bulky hull began to flatten, and the spiked iron armor on the muzzle of the gun seemed to be used for decoration gradually closed—and with a final screech of metal, the embossed upper and lower jaws of the horned skull with a terrifying face closed and swallowed the thick barrel into the mouth.

Morrill clasped his hands and looked out the window at the blurry moonlight. Lying in bed, Carlo remained unconscious. But the white face was regaining its vitality day by day at a slow pace that was recognizable to the naked eye, and Morriel's confidence was strengthened a little.

The entire captain's cabin is now carved with mysterious figures and symbols from the floor to the walls. They are connected and nested with each other, a web of lines and spells, an ocean of magic.

Even if she had started preparing after Ciric had left, and with the assistance of the two archmages and the red-robed mages of Deep Stream, it would have taken her quite a long time to complete this, not counting the adjustments and checks. The reason why the work was not chosen to be carried out in the better conditions of the Crystal Tower was purely out of Moriel's selfishness. The female mage was not worried about allowing Simbu or Dale to be too deeply involved in the ritual of balancing the divine power in Kairo's body, after all, there was a widely rumored that Simbu was the daughter of the goddess of magic. Even if they weren't they, they must have a deep relationship, and Dale Ruo is her brother-in-law...... Either way, Morrill thought it would be too bad to let God get involved in the matter with Kylo and Lady Mist.

So not to mention the female paladins - the Retribution will now anchor in the open sea and not enter the harbor of Deepstreamers, and there is a big reason to keep a distance from them.

O'Sullivan sat in a fixed high-backed chair by the wall, his hands tightly locked in the shackles of adamantite gold with magic attached, his head bowed, and he languished. Ciric didn't care if he would have any opinion on becoming a vessel of divine power. And in order to dilute the power of the murder prince to the acceptable Cheng dù of Kairo, the ritual was run again and again, slowly scraping the divine power that remained in Count Zài's body like peeling off a cocoon, turning it into a trickle and sending it into Kairo's body like melting cold ice, neutralizing the breath of the misty lady.

This was obviously a very unpleasant experience for O'Sullivan, but Morriel didn't care about his feelings now. It's a rare night's best to get some rest tonight - the female mage has been almost exhausted by many days of intense work, but fortunately, the transfer of divine power has come to an end. Although there are still some things that have not been resolved, such as......

The sea gently slapped against the position of the waterline of the Retribution, and many people were dumbfounded that such a big lump of iron could actually float. A wave. Wave after wave. The mild evening breeze suddenly became damp.

Forty-seven walked into the captain's room. O'Sullivan reluctantly glanced up at him, his expression discouraged. Forty-seven didn't pay attention to him, though.

"If you continue to toss your cannons every day, I'll soon have a nervous breakdown. Morrill turned around and rubbed his brow with his hand, "You don't plan to drive this thing into Ciric's High Throne, do you?"

"Of course not. Forty-seven glanced around the captain's room, noticing water stains seeping through the window: "It's a long time coming." What's the matter? Is a young lady losing patience?"

"Patience? Guy who thinks with a bunch of bearings and gears talks about patience with the old lady?"

Before Morrill could reply, a voice drifted in with the night breeze blowing open the porthole.

Outside the window was a deep turquoise blue - the sea stood up like a wall. But there was not the slightest splash, like a large piece of jelly that had been pinched. A deep inky black is spreading in it, rapidly expanding.

This spectacle lasted only a short time. Deep black water poured in through the window. But after the waves, the *** in the captain's room was not even extinguished, and the pages that were turned on the table were not wet.

A tall and graceful figure stood in front of Moriel and Forty-Seven, the wide folds of the skirt swirling and spreading, rippling with the rippling water. She was made entirely of water, even a long waterfall of hair, and only those two spots of dark green eyes shone brightly, staring at them angrily, mainly forty-seven.

Aqua Princess Olidra.

"I'm here to ask for my payment, boy!" she leaned closer, leaving a large water mark in her pass, and then quickly sucked into her pleated skirt.

"Really, why do I think you have something to do?" Forty-Seven looked at Kylo.

Olidra looked down at him, she almost touched the roof now: "You know what a! For such a thing, the old lady even lost part of her strength and cheapened the half-dead little girl! Now that it's over, don't think about instructing the old man again."

You've done what you promised me!"

Morrill bowed slightly, "That's right. I am very grateful for your help, Queen of the Kuroshio. ”

A very important part of the ritual of a female mage is the need for a powerful being that can use divine power, or almost divine power, as a transit. This may be stupid. But Moriel couldn't think of any more suitable way - Xinbu didn't think about it, the Lord of Splendour's paladin didn't think about it, and Forty-Seven couldn't do such a thing himself, but when he recommended the Water Elemental Princess Ollistra to her, Moriel quickly agreed, and didn't even ask about the details of their deal.

"Your gratitude is really fake. Olidra waved her hand disdainfully: "Alright, Tin Boy, let's finish this matter - do you want to pay the bill?"

"I never pay my debts, but sometimes my creditors will give up. Seeing Morriel's agreement, Forty-Seven stretched out his right hand.

Several snake-like things bulged over him. Not even armor can hide it. They squirmed like living creatures, spreading down their arms to their right hands, and Morriel could even hear the tooth-aching sound of metal muscles grinding. Forty-Seven's eyes burned like two blood-red lava balls, and the deck beneath his feet sizzled with green smoke, but a layer of frost was frozen on his outstretched right arm.

"That's it?" Oledra looked at Forty-Seven's empty icy right hand, but the anger in her tone was much lessened.

"How much do you think I have left? Hurry up. "Forty-seven seems to be a bit of a struggle. This is quite rare.

Olidra also held out her hand—shaking it with Forty-Seven.

The Water Elemental Princess leaned back, a layer of boiling steam spilling out of her, forming a blurry image of Oldra, and then the fluff dissipated, burning Moryl's skin red.

The Kuroshio Queen took a few steps backwards, becoming about Moriel's height, her dark green eyes unblinking.

"Count you as acquaintances. It took a moment for Olidra to speak, and the light in her eyes brightened a little. It reflects like ice and snow for many years.

"For your sensible sake......" she looked at the right hand she had just come into contact with Forty-Seven, the wisps of steam were still rising, but the nature seemed to be completely different - the hand was crystal clear.

"Before the old lady drove back to the palace. Give you a message for free. Olidra said, "A thing like yours is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, but a thousand years is nothing to us. There have been many things similar to you in the outer world, but it's the first time I've seen someone like you who is surprisingly complete and can run around picking up girls. If you're interested in them...... It's better to get out of this place and look for it in those planes. ”

After Olidra left. Morrill closed the window.

"Will Kylo wake up, and what will it be like when he wakes up...... Now we have to wait. But," she turned to look at Forty-Seven, "you actually gave the Zeukskel Ice Force to the Water Elemental Princess...... Do you know what that means? Maybe soon we'll be calling her the Queen of Ice and Water!"

Forty-seven shrugged.

"What's the matter with me? I don't like water anyway. I don't like ice either. ”

"Then again. He thought for a moment: "Now that the matter of Little Red Riding Hood is almost over...... It's time for me to set a new goal. ”

Forty-seven suddenly turned to O'Sullivan, who was pretending to be dead in the chair: "By the way, you shouldn't need this guy anymore, right?"

The next day.

O'Sullivan stood on a plank protruding from the hull - wobbly.

"Hurry up, little white face. Forty-seven stared at him viciously: "Go ahead!"

"You can't do that, Mr. Forty-Seven. Maybe there is some misunderstanding between us...... "O'Sullivan has almost exhausted all his energy just by standing firmly on the plank, and now he is really running out of oil: "I think I can explain it...... If you throw me into the sea now, I'll drown or freeze to death in half an hour!"

"Half an hour is enough for you to make a confession. Forty-seven kicked the plank violently, and the shock caused O'Sullivan to stumble and slide, and he could only barely use his hands to pull the edge: "You once threw me into the sea, and now I do the same to you, isn't it fair? Or do you want to walk the keel with a rope?"

The onlookers began to heckle.

There was a plop - the exhausted Count didn't hold out for long.

Morrill did not participate in the farce on deck.

She leaned back on the edge of the bed, her eyes half-closed.

It didn't seem to be long before she suddenly woke up.

For a moment, her heart was beating so fast that it made the female mage a little dizzy. She struggled to control herself, leaning against the edge of the bed and trying to look.

She saw it, and she heard it. The girl on the bed fluttered her long eyelashes, then opened her eyes. When he saw Kairo's clear eyes, Moriel's intuition clearly told her that the girl from the Rain City Magic Store was back-

She smiled weakly.

"Thank you, Sister Moriel. ”。