Naria walked some distance with a bucket of water, and looked back at her crooked footprints as if she was drunk, and couldn't help but laugh to herself.

The Mouthy Jayne had been "docking" for a while - it was actually Captain Abbott Becky who had the audacity to let the boat wash up on the beach on the riverbank. In the darkness, he relied on the little light released by Philip's spell to accurately determine the position, allowing the ship to run aground instead of hitting the reef or sinking to the bottom, and the ship's crew was spared.

Albert Bice was a middle-aged man of modest appearance, with a dark complexion, a stout build, thick black curls and a shaved chin, and brown eyes that were always half-open and listless, and he looked more like a farmer than some great captain. But after this disaster, Naria no longer dared to underestimate him.

The storm has passed, the dawn has arrived, the sky is clear, the sun is shining, and the water is sparkling, making people feel that everything last night was nothing more than a nightmare. But Naria found herself walking and writhing like on the bobbing ship, as if that was the only way to keep her balance.

Not far away, a bunch of sailors were lazily slumped on the beach basking in the sun, and Naria's task was to feed the lads and give them the strength to repair the ship and hit the road again......

But that may not make sense anymore.

Nalya paused, suppressing the sudden uneasiness in her heart—she had to believe that the Silent Voices had survived the storm and were even luckier than they were. After all. It's a ship built by elves and protected by magic......

A shadow hung over her. Akan bent down to take the bucket in her hand and grinned at her. Naria patted his strong arm. Smile back.

The wound on his head had been healed by Fili, but no one could tell if he had gotten a little more stupid by hitting his head - and now, Narya was sure that Akan was still the same Akhan, and that he wasn't stupid at all.

That lightened her mood a little more, and she began to think about what to eat. Akan picked up a lot of fish on the river beach that had been knocked aground by the waves, and the bread and bacon in the pantry were not lost at all...... All right. Probably a little bit of loss, they disappeared into Akan Bottomless Pit's belly - that's probably why he would hit his head outside the storage room.

But after that night, no one died. No one is missing, and Naria thinks it's a miracle.

The sailors were also a little surprised when they talked about the storm. The Vinez River, no matter how big it was, was only a river, and this unforeseen storm was even more violent than what they had encountered at sea. Not to mention that it was in the early spring, when there were few storms...... For some people. That might be a warning.

"We should not go any further, this is a voyage that is not blessed by the gods of storms and water. ”

That's what Rogers, the first mate who saved Naria's life, Van Lundin.

But Captain Becky waved his hand disapprovingly, not taking it to heart at all, and Van Lunding kept his mouth shut, never saying anything more.

By the time Akan and Nalya had lifted the water to the camp at the junction of the beach and a pear grove, Rosa had already lit a fire, and the short-legged Kasmo giggled as he neatly stuck the unwashed fish into the branches. Stand by the fire and roast.

The jokes of the sailors on the ship could not have been very elegant, of course, and Rosa smiled unconcernedly. Sesyana's face was clearly not very good-looking.

The elf sat cross-legged by the fire, her waist straight, and stared coldly at the aromatic grilled fish with a look that stared at her enemies, causing Naria to bow her head and laugh silently.

Her smile didn't last long.

Someone shouted loudly in the distance—it was a sailor sent out by Van Lunding to investigate the surroundings. Naria couldn't make out the words that were coming from the wind, but Cethyana jumped to her feet.

"They found another ship. He said.

Narya's hand shook and she poured the entire bucket of water on the fire.

The Silent Sound ran aground some distance upstream from them, blocked by several reef-filled banks, but the sight of the graceful and beautiful ship in the distance made Naria's heart sink deeply.

Unlike Jayne, the Elves' ship was apparently swept to shore by the waves, its high bow miraculously intact, but its hull broke in half from the middle, half tilted between the reefs, and half almost shattered. Patterned wooden planks, fine utensils on board, sacks of fruit...... All scattered in the river beaches and shallow water.

It was a silver cup that floated down the water that drew sailors up the river and found it.

Sesyana muttered an elven word that Naria couldn't understand...... But the desperation can be heard.

In this case, the elves on the ship, as well as Norway and Tess...... The chances of surviving are slim to none.

Nalya gritted her teeth and jumped over the reef and approached the ship's wreckage. She won't give up unless she sees the corpses of Norway and Tess!

When I got closer, everything in front of me was even more shocking. The rupture of the ship hardly looked like it was broken, but it was torn by some giant beast, and the jagged wounds exposed Sensen's skeleton was daunting.

Filly approached in silence and whispered a incantation, a force that gently swept through the hull of the ship like a ripple.

The paladin shook his head heavily: "No life...... No, wait!"

He crawled neatly into the cabin through the crack, his hull groaning ominously and leaning slightly downward.

Naria anxiously walked around outside, her heart pounding, flustered and uneasy, but she didn't dare to climb in. The wrecked wooden ship clearly could not withstand the greater weight.

She listened in horror to every slight movement in the cabin, and before long Fili slipped down from the gangway, holding something carefully in his arms, but the expression on his face was a little crying and laughing.

"The little thing was clasped under a wooden tub...... It's still trying to bite me!" he grumbled as he handed the shivering ball to Naria.

Xiao Mo stuck out his head, chirped quietly, sniffed Naria's hand, and returned to a ball, continuing to tremble. Naria stroked its wet, soft fur in distress, and suddenly noticed the dried blood on its tail - and the small tail that was a little shorter.

Under Naria's reproachful gaze, the knight of the water god rubbed his nose sheepishly: "I didn't do it...... I can cure it now, but the broken part may not grow back, and if you treat it with normal medicine, maybe it will grow back, what do you want?"

Rosa chuckled lightly on the side and took Xiao Mo: "I'll come, the wound is very small...... It's also very neat and will heal quickly. ”

Xiao Mo's tail was obviously cut off by some kind of sharp weapon, which made Naria even more worried. She lingered by the wreckage of the Silent Voice, pricking up her ears to hear Filly and Van Lunding whisper to each other, "There's a corpse of an elf on board...... No, not Novi. It's better to check again if there are any other ......"

The sailors brought by Van Lunding began to climb high with ropes, descended from the bow of the ship, and carefully inspected the cabin, while two more people packed up all sorts of useful things that floated in the water. Naria's mind was in a state of confusion, and she stood there in a daze, her mind racing over scenes that she couldn't accept—the flashing red hair of Tess in the black waves, the cold corpse of Novi in a corner of the cabin......

Maybe it's time for her to summon Is. Or now, flying high in the sky, Iss could easily see everything around him, and maybe he would soon find Norway and them - but Alan always said that they couldn't count on Iss for everything, at least until they were sure they couldn't do anything......

But what can she do now?

Frustrated, Naria suddenly discovers that the black-haired elf is missing.

She looked up and found Sesyana on the reef on the other side of the boat, watching as the elf groped for something on the reef before disappearing behind the reef without a sound.

Nalya gently pulled Rosa in pursuit—she didn't want to stay here waiting for any body to be found.

They found nothing in the place where Sesyana had stayed, and could only continue in confusion, and before they had gone far they saw the elves half-crouched on the ground, as if they had found something.

"Footprints. Sethana looked up and showed them the shallow marks in the sand, "At least one more elf is alive, walking from here to the forest. ”

"Norvi?" asked Narya immediately, hopefully.

Sethana shook his head, "I don't know...... The elves were all about the same height, and I couldn't tell the difference. ”

Admitting this seemed to make him rather annoyed.

"What's carved into the reef?" asked Rosa.

Seziana glanced back at her in surprise.

"Crossed twin swords. "You can see it from a certain angle...... That's the sign of a sword dancer. ”

“...... So it's one of the two sword dancers who is alive?" asked Naria. She knew that it would be good to have any of them at this time, but she couldn't help but be a little frustrated.

Sethana shook his head again: "These are not the footprints of a sword dancer. ”

He didn't explain, and Narya wisely didn't ask any more questions.

"That's probably at least two of them nimble. Rosa looked at the dense forest not far away, "Can you track them?"

The elf hung his head and was silent. Naria waited for a while, and suddenly realized that the storm had erased so many traces that even Cesyana might not be able to find more...... But the young and proud sword dancer clearly neither wants to admit it, but also does not refuse.

She was still thinking about how to speak, and Rosa had already whispered, "Give it a try." No one here can find more clues than you...... Even if you can't find anything, no one will blame you. ”

Sesyana was silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

(To be continued......)