Jacques shaved off the thick beard on his lips and a layer of blue stubble on his chin, he wore a black sea animal skin sewn coat and legging trousers, a gem-encrusted scimitar hanging from his waist, a clairvoyant mirror pinned to his belt on the other side, and a captain's hat on his head, standing in the wheelhouse, humming Ignas-style ditties with a confident smile on his face.

He had fully adapted to being the captain of the ship, and on the wall behind him hung a chart drawn by a sea animal skin, on which Noah had marked the route with a pencil, Noah had studied some navigation knowledge in the academy, he was good at calculating the distance on the chart with a ruler, he would measure the speed and direction of the wind at the bow of the ship every morning and evening, I did not think that he had transformed from a boy to a man in just two weeks.

Joan would lie on the roof of the ship every day basking in the sun, and she would sometimes look at the Rand knights on the 'Shirley', but the heat in her eyes had gradually cooled, and although she always had a smile on her face, she could not hide her thoughts.

The sailors on the ship had already approved Jacques as their captain, and some trivial matters would happen on board every day, and the sailors thought that Jacques's handling was fair, and that there were some disputes that could not be resolved, and they were willing to judge Jacques.

Captain Blunte originally piloted the Bélan, and his livelihood at sea was probably to find those slave catchers at sea, and then buy cheap Naga slaves from them, and sell them to slave traders when they arrived in Galapagos City.

Although the sailors were still free on board, under the harsh exploitation of Captain Bronty, most of the days at sea were painful experiences that they did not want to talk about again.

The situation on the Beran is much better now than before, the sailors' lives have improved significantly, there is plenty of fresh water, and they can eat wheat cakes and some fruits and vegetables regularly, the vegetables are basically some tomatoes, onions, carrots and bell peppers that are easy to store and transport, those are the ones I brought out from the Xinliu Valley, the old orc of Zewang took a group of beast girls in the village to reclaim a wasteland, with the tree essence provided to me by the World Tree, it has become extremely easy to grow ordinary crops.

I brought a large number of fresh fish caught on the boat back to the Xinliu Valley, and then brought some vegetables grown by the orcs in the Xinliu Valley to the ship, and the food was rich and varied, which made the sailors like life at sea even more.

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Our fleet was carrying 1,700 residents of Conason Island, crammed into four seagoing vessels, which had reached a limit in terms of draft.

The Beran was the smallest, carrying only 300 residents of Conason Island. The other 'Shirley' and 'Slave Trader' each carried 400 residents of Conason Island, which was more than the maximum number of people on three ships. The Galen-class sailboat I was on was even more crowded, carrying nearly 600 residents of Conason Island.

The islanders were housed in cabins below deck, which resembled a noisy vegetable market, with cries, laughter, singing, scolding, whispering, gossip and children's frolicking.

The living conditions on the Galen ship were very simple, there were basically only two small beds in one cabin, but six people had to live in it, two people slept on the beds, and four people slept on the floor, but it is said that this was by no means the worst living conditions, the worst living conditions of the Belan, no less than ten people were crammed into one room.

On the deck of my sailboat, wherever there is a rope, it is hung with all kinds of clothes to dry. Even the corridors below deck are full of strings, and some sheets and underwear are hung to dry through these layers of obstacles to reach the living quarters below deck.

Due to the limited deck area, the Connathan Islanders on board could not go to the deck at the same time to vent the air, and everyone had to take turns coming out of the deck.

There are four levels of living quarters below deck, each of which has an hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon, and the rest of the day, they spend most of their time in their cabins. I never imagined that one day, it would become a luxury for some people to even glance at the blue sky above their heads and bask in the sun, and these people are not so-called slaves.

Yes, they were inhabitants of Conason Island, not slaves.

The young girls who lived below deck sometimes looked up at the roof of the high stern of the sailboat with a look of envy.

The nobles who operated on the top floor had more space for their private activities, and the nobles always had some privileges, and the islanders who had been evacuated from Connaison Island also included some nobles, who I had arranged for them to live in the upper building on the aft deck of the sailboat.

The usual area of these nobles is also in the shipyard, and the conditions in which they live are obviously slightly better.

Sometimes, according to the laws of the Grimm Empire, I had to treat nobles differently from commoners, and it would be an insult to some nobles if they were treated equally, and to commoners, they would never be grateful to me for treating them equally.

The four sea-going vessels have become four huge living quarters, and the toilets on board are constantly discharging household garbage and waste water into the sea every day, so that a group of scavenging fish in the sea follow us all day and night, and these people consume tons of materials every day, and the daily staple food is nothing more than some fresh sea fish that has been caught, and some wheat cakes or other things.

Karantso and I stumbled upon a large warehouse on the lower deck of the Galen-class sailing ship, filled with wheat flour and grain, which were thickly coated with waterproof material and divided into rooms, and the grain was packed in linen bags, neatly stacked in the warehouse, and sealed.

Perhaps this ship was originally a grain carrier in the rebel fleet, and it happened to be robbed by us when it was anchored in the harbor.

When the ship came out of the dock and knocked down a five-masted galleon head-on, I wondered if the force of the ship's collision seemed to be excessive, and now it seems that the reason is better understood that this ship could sink a five-masted galleon because it was laden with food.

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In order to ensure that the diet on the ship is nutritionally balanced, and that there will be no diseases such as sepsis due to lack of nutrients, I brought back some vegetables from the Xinliu Valley, but fresh vegetables appeared out of thin air on the ship, and if there is no reasonable explanation for this, not to mention the ordinary residents of Conason Island on the ship, even the sailors on the ship began to have various ideas.

If I still want to keep the secrets of Xinliu Valley, I must also give Noah a reasonable explanation.

"The sailors on the ship are probably crazy, they think that a magician should be omnipotent, not able to conjure fresh water, but also bread and tomatoes, and they even think that those snappers are all spells that we have cast and swam obediently from the sea to our table. Noah lay on the roof of the ship basking in the sun, so many days at sea that his fair skin had become a healthy wheat, and on the table next to his chaise longue was a glass of golden cider with ice.

There was a small pool on the roof, and Shirley and her valet were dressed in cool clothes, soaking in the pool, with a plate of fruit on the edge of the pool.

Well, it doesn't seem to be a fruit, it's just a plate of red tomatoes.

I tried to take my eyes off the graceful body of Shirley Newman's personal maid, who had an enviable figure and seemed to be favored by Noah.

"The sailors said they had never seen so many fish, as if all the fish in the entire Vasquire Sea were following our ship!" Noah continued.

Recently, there has been a rumor among many sailors that our fleet has always been favored by Lady Luck to send so many fish to our door.

"Jijia, how did you get those tomatoes and bell peppers?" asked Shirley Newman, who came out of the water with her hands on the edge of the pool, with crystal droplets on her face.

I smiled at Shirley and said, "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course, not only me, but the whole fleet would like to know where the vegetables came from, or at least we can say to the gossip sailors: Magicians can't make bread and tomatoes!" said Shirley Newman with a grin.

"Alright then, I'll show you how! maybe...... Maybe...... It's magic!"

As I spoke, I pulled out a flower pot from my magic fanny pack, and in the pot grew a young pea seedling, which I placed next to the railing on the top of the boat, then took out a watering can and began to water the pea seedling non-stop.

Next, an incredible scene appeared.

Noah got up from his chair and stared at the pea seedling with wide eyes, watching it grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it kept growing new branches, wrapping around the railing on the top of the ship, and after a while, the entire railing was covered with pea vines, and small white flowers quickly bloomed on the pea vines, and pea pods popped up with petals.

"What kind of magic is this?" asked Noah.

"It's not magic, it's just that there's something special about the seeds!" I said to Noah, staring at the pea vine.

"Special pea seeds?" Noah looked puzzled.

"Well, sort of, if you explain it in more detail, you can think that these seeds have been soaked in the 'Essence of Wood', and as long as they encounter the right growth environment, they will grow quickly!" I looked up and glanced at him.

I think this little magic show is enough to explain the origin of the other vegetables.

Shirley Newman asked me, "Is it like the magic skills of a wood magician? Just throw a seed and a huge vine grows in front of you?"

Shirley's question reminded me of Morayar and her poisonous vines, and I said, "Those vines around the wood-based magicians are not good, those vines belong to the spiritual plant-type magical beasts, and if they are forced to be attributed to some kind of wood-based magic, they are like the seeds of weakened thorn tree vines." ”

I took out a thorn vine seed from my waist bag and held it in the palm of my hand.

I don't have much left of this tree species that can instantly grow huge thorn vines and quickly entangle enemies, and now I use one less tree, and the last few thorn tree species have always been treasured in my magic belt.

Noah said, "Is the 'thorn technique' of the wood magician?

Shirley said to Noah, "Let's have boiled peas in salt water for dinner." ”

Noah raised an eyebrow and said to Shirley, "Of course, it's better to have another plate of seafood risotto!"

The fleet followed the route drawn by Noah and headed for the waters of Yabin Bay.

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We stayed only two days in Abbin Bay before we waited for Earl Evan and his fleet to return safely.

The sea was golden at sunset, the fleet sailed towards us, and the sailing ship erupted in cheers, and everyone huddled on the deck, waiting for the safe return of Earl Evan and his warriors.

The ship was inhabited by a group of residents of Conason Island, the families of Earl Evan's warriors, and the people they were waiting for were in that fleet.

Noah and I already have a general understanding of the ins and outs of the incident.

The war in the Vaschi Plane has been going on for a long time, and it has been defending itself against the Legions of the Faceless Beings that have sprung up from the bottom of the sea, and in recent times, the Legions of the Faceless Legions seem to have disappeared without a trace, but the Marquis of Boris has declared his independence from the rule of the Mensa family and has become the Grand Lord of the Vaschi Plane.

Later, Marquis Boris's fleet began to fight in the Vasqui Seas, forcing the minor lords of countless islands to swear allegiance to Marquis Boris, and the rebels arrived on Conason Island, only to be resisted by Count Evan.

Not long after, Marquis Boris's fleet occupied Conason Island, and Count Evan and his fleet were forced to leave Conason Island and engage in a guerrilla naval battle with Marquis Boris's rebel fleet in the waters near Conason Island.

Soon Count Evan realized that in such an endless war of attrition, his fleet without any supplies might perish in this sea, or it might be reduced to a pirate group, so he had the idea of transferring his family on Conason Island, and only by finding a new island to recuperate, and then uniting with other resistance forces at sea, might finally defeat Marquis Boris's rebels.

It wasn't until he met us that Earl Evon's long-planned plan for the 'Great Migration at Sea' was implemented.

One of the most important links was that Noah and I, three ships out of the sight of the rebels, sneaked into Conason Island and rescued the island's inhabitants who were staunch supporters of Earl Evon.

Earl Evan didn't expect that we would bring out so many residents of Conason Island, who make up almost one-fifth of the entire population of the island city.

And we didn't expect that we would be bold enough to go to the docks and hijack a Galen-class sailing ship, and let us succeed.

Earl Evon's fleet housed the islanders on our ship overnight.

Just before dawn, the integrated fleet lined up in a line and headed for the abyss.

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