Chapter 15: The Fog of the Sea

For Jiuyuan, Lao Zhao's hand-made ribs and knives were an unexpected surprise on the breakfast table on the second day, she did not expect that she would be able to see such a delicate Japanese-style knife so far away from her hometown, in addition to marveling at Zhao Mian's forging technology and knowledge, she used her etiquette to give thanks.

Zhao Mian didn't engrave his name on the weapon, and he didn't even leave any traces of his own on it, because these two weapons were not of great significance, and he didn't have the time to slowly build excellent weapons here, these two knives were just mortal soldiers mixed with a little silver, and they could only be compared to the usual practice when practicing skills. However, Jiuyuan really likes these two weapons, although Zhao Mian explained that this weapon mixed with silver is not excellent in terms of damage to ordinary humans, and even due to the softer relationship, even the short ribs do not have much good armor-piercing effect, but this does not prevent Jiuyuan from liking these two weapons, she carved her name on the handle of the knife (Lao Zhao did not make a handle roll, after the blade and the handle were created together, he directly carved a wooden handle with wood and nailed it to it, and only wrapped it in shark skin where he held it), and then drilled a hole in the tail of the handle of the knife and hung a stone on it。

But by the time the armor was finished, it would be another day later.

After dealing with the affairs of London, Lao Zhao took the two guys to set out on the road again - but this time there was no need to pass through the whole of England, because even if it was from London to bypass the English Channel, from St. George's Strait to the Isle of Man only took four days, which was almost half of the time it took them to cross England, so taking the sea route was undoubtedly a very good choice.

Thankfully, Lao Zhao soon found a ship willing to carry the three of them to the Isle of Man - it was a small caravan consisting of two sailing ships, and the new-looking Galen merchant ship was the flagship of this group. The owner of the caravan was a local merchant who looked like an English gentleman, and he had a small shop in London, selling some fine iron and porcelain, but it also seemed to be doing some ordinary business of great deals, and this time the islanders of the Isle of Man had entrusted him with a large collection of iron tools, to which he was about to deliver. So after spending a few minutes in his shop, the merchant readily agreed to the request to take Zhao Mian and the others to the Isle of Man - he wrote a letter casually, stamped it with his seal, and handed it to Zhao Mian, telling him to take the letter and show it to the captain, and they would let him go to the Isle of Man.

Everything went smoothly, as clear as the weather on this day, although the captain complained a little about carrying the two girls to sea, but he had no reason to refuse, so at about two o'clock in the afternoon, the merchant ship full of goods left the port with Zhao Mian and the three of them.

Without further ado, it was said that the sailing ship had left the harbor and had passed through the English Channel in a little more than a day, and was approaching the Strait of St. George, but in the evening of the same day, when the ship was passing by a rock, something strange suddenly happened.

Soon after turning the reef, the sails that were still bulging suddenly fell, and the crew standing on the mast stretched out their hands, but they could not feel any wind blowing past them, and he knew what was going on after three years of begging for life at sea, so he poked his head out and shouted below: "Joel!

But as soon as he poked his head out, he realized that there were other things that were not quite right, and looking out from the deck, there was a fog slowly rising on the surface of the sea - it was sea fog, but it was not quite right, and normally the sea fog in England was mixed fog, usually blown by the wind from other places, and it had never been heard of from the sea out of thin air as it is now. [Something is at odds.] Fern immediately figured it out, for in the three years he had lived at sea, he had heard many stories about the sea, and he himself often bragged to the pretty girl in the tavern of the harbor about his experience of slaying strange fish and sea fish people at sea, so he immediately shouted, "Joel, tell the first mate, there is an east ......," and before he could finish speaking, suddenly something rushed out of the sea, and flew towards him with a large amount of water, and smashed right where he was standing with a "poof".

Sawdust flew, and Fern fell from the mast with the thing, and the surrounding crew quickly surrounded it, only to find that it was a piece of ship's wreckage, which looked like it was part of the fence. Everyone immediately realized that they had been attacked, and the sea did not know what monster had visited the ship, although it was not clear what they wanted, but the creatures in the sea, there were few people who were so soft-hearted, and judging from the means of attacking the lookout first, I am afraid that today I am not going to go to the bloody storm.

"Clay, what are we going to do?" asked one of the crew.

Clay was the first mate on the ship, born with a sailor knife hanging from his waist, and he had lived on this sea for some years, he reached out and touched the wooden wreckage on the ground, which was wrapped in sea water, obviously mixed with other things, and then he confirmed Fern's situation, and then slapped him in the face, "Get up!"

"Smack!" Fern sat up with his face covered, the thing only hit the mast he was standing on, not directly, he just fell off the mast and fell unconscious.

Everyone watched him wake up and let out a gloating laugh, but everyone knew what to do at this time, so after a few laughs, they all quieted down and waited for the first mate's orders.

Clay turned his head to look at the sea not far away—the fog had risen to the edge of the deck, and it looked like it was about to overshadow them, and by then they were sure that they would attack, and there was not much time left for them to prepare.

"Joel, you go and send a flag to the turtledove, tell them to anchor and prepare for battle, Volker, you take a few people with weapons to the cabin to watch, prepare tools, the enemy is not a pirate, may directly scuttle the ship to attack us, the others go and get the guys back to their respective posts, I will inform the captain and the guests. As he spoke, he touched the hilt of the sailor's knife with a frown, then turned and walked briskly towards the captain's quarters.

We don't care about what Clay and the captain say to each other, but two of the three guests in the cabin were eager to rush out to help.

In fact, Richelieu knew that there was a guest under the ship before the fog started, and although she couldn't tell exactly what it was, she still detected something approaching in the sea through her own device—at first she thought it was a whale or something, but when it began to stop motionless under the hull, she realized that this voyage might have encountered a legendary sea monster. This novel experience made her very excited, especially when she had told the news for a long time, and the two little girls got together and chatted even more excitedly, and they happily guessed what kind of large creature would emerge from the sea, and the sea giant and the giant octopus monster had received the highest votes so far.

However, compared to the two of them, Lao Zhao was much calmer, and he prepared without saying a word - although the thing had not yet attacked, in his sight, the black smoke that rolled in the fog near the hull of the ship had already exposed the monster's body. So he took out a jar from his bag, put on his gloves and reached out to get some blue-looking ointment in the jar, carefully rubbed it on the weapons of the two little girls, and then put it aside for a while, and after a while, the anointed weapons began to gradually emit an unusual heat - this is the method of demon hunters in this world, although Lao Zhao has other better methods, but when he doesn't want to attract too much attention, these local methods are obviously more suitable.

"Sir, are you ready?" Richelieu asked, feeling the heat emanating from the weapon, with some curiosity.

"Ah, almost, if the recipe is correct, this thing should maintain a relatively high temperature for the next half hour. Lao Zhao frowned and took off his gloves, the thing had begun to burn gradually, the formula of the cleaning agent may have been misproportioned, "Be careful, don't hurt yourself." ”

"Yes. Richelieu nodded.

"By the way, Mr. Mian, we are going out to fight later, and there is no information to reveal about the enemy?" But compared to Richelieu, Jiuyuan was much more lively, she smiled and put the weapon in the sheath, then put it on her back, wagged her tail and asked, "Ah, but there is no need to say what the enemy is, the mystery will naturally be left to the end to be revealed." ”

"Intelligence...... Think about it. Lao Zhao sighed, and then carefully recalled the content of the book, "Ah, there is really one, that thing will spit out something to carry out long-range attacks, you will pay a little attention to the direction of the other party when you are facing the enemy, if it is facing you and there is an obvious contraction action, it is going to spit on you, pay attention to dodge." ”

"That's all?" asked Jiuyuan.

"Almost. Zhao Mian nodded and stood up from his chair, while at the same time, the first mate knocked on the door.

"Excuse me, guest, we have something to discuss. ”