The small compass is so delicate that it can be hung on the chest as a pendant. The golden case is lightly engraved with a three-masted ship with sails raised, and when the case is opened, the thin silver line on the blue dial marks the precise scales, and there is also a very small colorless gemstone embedded in each of the four directions, which is very valuable, but what makes it unique is the thin line that is almost invisible on the black hands. The golden rune hovered over it, looming, and a little pinpoint-sized dark red hung in the center of the rune, trembling slightly at the moment.

Ed didn't explain much when he sent this compass. Stobel couldn't imagine how he had managed to do such an incredible thing in such a short period of time, turning a compass that was more ornamental than useful, into a magical object that could track down a specific person...... Used to find his father's ingested soul.

Stobel was a mage, but he knew a thing or two about the priest's spells. As far as he knew, there was no such thing in the priest's spells...... It is likely that it was created by Ed himself, even after being inspired by the Book of the Dead.

This intuitive comprehension and creative ability is simply terrifying. Stobel has also seen many young people who have been praised as "extremely talented", but none have been as ...... as Ed Any spell is a subtle and complex thing in itself, and Ed always seems to find the simplest and most straightforward path in it.

He wielded magic neither like a priest nor a mage, but more like his friend, the dragon who was born a magical creature. "Spellcasting" is almost instinct for him, not a skill that needs to be honed and carefully mastered.

This is really jealous, even a mage like Stobel, who is not too ambitious and has a peaceful temperament, can involuntarily feel jealous, but he is sincerely glad that at least he is not Ed's enemy...... Even, perhaps, barely able to be called friends?

The trust he bestowed on him made Stormbell suppress a trace of darkness in his heart, and looked up at the island that was still brightly lit in the dark night.

Hopefully he won't disappoint him.

The rain hadn't fallen yet, and even the wind seemed to be a little weaker. There was a heavy smell of water in the stagnant air, and the faint thunder rolled between the surging dark clouds, which was not loud, but easily overshadowed all the noise, and shook heavily in everyone's ears and hearts.

Experienced sailors will know that this storm can be extremely alarming...... Although it is a bit abrupt to come in such an early autumn season.

Not much was the concern as another boat slowly approached the dock. On such a night, even if you don't want to have some fun on the island, there are not a few ships that can only take shelter from the storm here if you miss Rainbow Bend Island.

The docks on Naitoa are actually very rudimentary, but they are better than being adrift at sea.

After a few moments, the sailors who disembarked from the ship looked around with excitement and uneasiness, and gradually dispersed into the crowd.

Some eyes follow them, consciously or unconsciously. There are unwritten rules that make it more friendly to first-time visitors...... But they will also be more vigilant. But in any case, that's always ...... more "interesting" object.

But when the exclamation rang out from the dockside, more attention was drawn to the past.

On the watchtower, the caretaker leaned out almost half of his body. On the undulating sea, he could clearly see the boat heading straight for the dock, as if it had lost control......

No, it rushed so fast, like a bird or a whitebait, as if it were not out of control in the slightest of the waves and wind.

The horn had not yet been sounded, and the ships that had been panicked and were about to avoid were no longer in a hurry to turn their rudders. The speeding sailboat, apparently magically manipulated.

From stepping out of the cabin to stepping onto the shore, standing in the brilliant lights, Stobel calmly greets all kinds of eyes. His seemingly simple but well-made robes and his calm temperament were incompatible with this place full of chaos and joy, but he didn't care, just looked around calmly, and seemed to have no definite goal, and seemed to be confident.

Not far away, outside the tavern door, a tall, lanky man stood against the wall, unhurriedly scraping his nails with a dagger. He had a messy beard, a dark complexion, and a few inconspicuous scars on his forehead, and looked at the mage with disdain in his eyes...... And with fear, like most people here.

They are afraid of the power of the mage, but they also like to mock their pretenses. But even if it was a mage who came alone, they didn't dare to provoke easily.

The mage pulled up his hood to hide the light rain that began to fall. He walked slowly to the northwest, many whispering, some quietly leaving. The man outside the tavern put away his dagger and narrowed his eyes.

The wind howled, and the rain instantly became heavier.

In the whole island of Naitua, the only lively area is the one near the pier. Walking through the scattered wooden houses and heading west, when the sounds and lights disappear into the wind, rain and darkness, the surroundings are instantly desolate as no man's land.

The gray-black volcanic rock is hard and slippery, and it is extremely difficult to walk on it in the face of wind and rain. The man who had to leave from the warm fire cursed in a low voice, clenched the soft light in his hand, illuminating a small area at his feet, and did not dare to stop a single step.

The damn weather made most of their means of communication no longer feasible, and he didn't have much idea of anything other than to go on foot to report the message, and although he wasn't the only one to deliver the message, God knows what punishment would be if he didn't do his duty.

He climbed a small hill and stopped to catch his breath. The wind was stronger, and the raindrops whipped him in the face like whips. He should be on the lookout for anyone to follow ...... At this point, it felt unnecessary.

Another higher hillside was ahead, crouching like a giant beast in the darkness. People on the island of Netuay rarely come here, there is nothing here, and there are dangerous crevasses hidden between the rocks, which can get stuck or even fall into deep cliffs.

So not many people know that on the other side of the hillside, under the crevasse that almost stretched half of the island, there was a huge cone-shaped space, and between the cliffs that plunged into the sea, the water was narrow enough to accommodate more than two dozen boats, large and small.

The sails were folded, the tangled cables were like black cobwebs, and the little light was faintly lit like ghostly fire, but there were few figures in sight on the ship.

Most of the Blacksail pirates who had to leave the Gate of the Winds were hiding here, and the people in charge of the fleet were not satisfied with this.