"Where are we right now?" Brando asked again.

Tagus glanced down at the compass: "To the north of Rosalin, judging from the reference of the coastline to the west, it should be not far from the Jade Hill. ”

"Shouldn't this route be busy?"

"Theoretically, it should be, but maybe because of this hellish fog, the fleet in the direction of the Swift Plains was also stopped on the other side of the fog."

"Mr. Instaron, do you have a theoretical basis for this?"

"It's just a guess, beautiful lady."

Delphine came to the other side of the ship's side, and his gaze swept over the rugged coastline to the west of Wagtail Strait, where there was a long stretch of cliffs and reefs, and the waves smashed into the rocky reef to form a thin white line.

The rugged coastline and rocky shoals of the west coast of Wagtail Strait are also the reason why this area is wild, otherwise it would never be so barren as the Swift Plains across the sea.

But this coastline is not without good harbors, otherwise there would be no shipping routes, at least Rosalin is one, and there are undead lords' territories and deep-water ports in the north.

"What are you looking at?"

The others were not very familiar with Delphien, but Brando's relationship with her was now closer, and he understood what she should have in mind when he saw the latter's expression.

"It's a little weird."

"Strange?"

The prime minister's daughter nodded slightly, and she gestured to the sailors not far away—although it was an undead fleet, there were also professional sailors, some of whom had inherited the knowledge of their lives, some of whom had been trained the day after tomorrow, and Madara also had her own navy, otherwise they would not have been able to cross the sea to attack St. Osor—and then took a chart from the latter.

She opened the chart. A line was drawn from above: "The closest to us to the north is the island of Tyvid, between this island and Sesam there is a port of the undead, but there is not a single ship on the sea nearby, which is too unusual. ”

"It's not just boats." Ignoring Tagus' murderous gaze, Instaron reversed the blade and thrust it into the deck with a 'stretch'. Then he stretched and said, "The coastline around the neighborhood is too quiet, don't you think it's abnormal?" ”

As soon as he reminded them, the people reacted, and they could not see the ships in the sea near Rosalin before, and it could be understood that because the port of Rosalin was bombed into the sky, the ships moored in the harbor were naturally destroyed. The ships coming from the east side of the Wagtail Strait were blocked on the other side because of the fog, so there was no sail on the surface of the sea.

But now, the fleet has been sailing north for almost three days, and it can be said that it has reached the left of the Qingyu Hill. Unlike Rosalin, this area is the busiest part of the Wagtail Strait, not just the ocean-going vessels that sail from the Jade Hill, in fact the largest number of small merchant fleets shuttling between Madara and the Swift Plains.

Naturally, these merchant fleets not only set off from Qingyu Hill, but also returned from Madara, how could it be so coincidental that not a single ship could be seen on the sea west of the Wagtail Strait.

What's more, even in the territory of the undead, there are actually human beings, especially in places like the Swift Plains. The relationship between Madara and the Nine Phoenix Humans is quite harmonious, since the two sides have business and trade contacts. On the west coast, then, it is difficult to avoid traces of human activity.

But the eyes are already close to the territory of the undead, but there is a dead silence on the west coast, and there is not even half a human smoke in sight, which is too weird.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

"What's going on?" Mr. Liu also thought of this, "When my young lady and I passed by here before, we could still see a lot of merchant fleets. ”

"Maybe it's because of the fog."

"Then at least there should be fishing boats."

"That's ...... too"

Phoenix Fire looked at Instaron: "Mr. Instaron." Did you see something was wrong? ”

Instaron shrugged, "Isn't this clear, my dear little miss. ”

"Why didn't you say it sooner?"

"Because it doesn't have to," Tagus mused, "we have to go to Gussel for supplies according to the plan, so we'll know what's going on on this sea anyway." ”

"What is Gusel?" Brando asked.

"It's the port that Ms. Delphien mentioned."

"It's actually very simple, there's no need to make such a fuss." Instaron interjected, "We don't necessarily have to go through the fog, we can go by land. ”

"By land?"

"I agree," Delphine nodded, looking at the charts, and then replied, "By land through the south of the Dead Moon Sea, you can reach Seth, Eternal Harbor, and Backwater Bay, either by boat or directly into the hinterland of Madara, but in that case Miss Phoenix and Mr. Liu may have to take a long detour." ”

She looked at the master and servant on the side of the ship, and Mr. Liu and the little princess of the Yufeng clan glanced at each other, and the latter shook his head and said, "We have nothing to do with each other, Sister Delphien, if it weren't for the starfall, we would have gone to those places." ”

"Wait, to the hinterland of Madara?" Brando interrupted the two of them, saying that although he had a plan to go to the hinterland of Madara, he had never told the prime minister's daughter about this plan, and that they should theoretically be going to Eruin.

Besides, if you go by land, won't you go around in a circle and return to the original point?

He suddenly felt a little pain.

Delphien put away the chart with a swipe and folded it twice before he raised his head and said, "What about the opinion of Lord Earl?" ”

Her identity on the surface is still the daughter of the Prime Minister of the Empire, because she had dealt with the old marshal Blank before, so she still calls Brando Mr. Earl in front of people, but in private she directly refers to the lord.

"This ......" Brando suddenly saw Delphien bend down to put the charts on the wooden table, and she winked at him with her back to the others as she turned around.

Brando, of course, would not think that the prime minister's daughter's playful gesture was coquettish to herself.

He pondered for a moment, realizing that he couldn't find the origin of the fog, and it was prudent to say that it was more appropriate to be advised by Starong and Delphion.

And at the same time. He also asked the other party in the telepathy, "What's going on?" ”

"The Emerald Mystery." The prime minister's daughter frowned beautifully, and it seemed that she had not fully mastered this ability, so she replied in only four words.

"It's in Madara?" Brando was taken aback.

But he suddenly reacted, wasn't the player in history who got the Stagnation Realm from a certain undead lord in the south of the Sea of the Dead Moon?

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me, my lord."

Brando nodded silently. The prime minister's daughter has shown far from being outstanding in the time she has worked with him in Port Fatan, and she is also very famous in history, and Cruz's flower of wisdom is quite popular among Cruz players.

On the other hand, in terms of the choice of route alone, Instaron also expressed the same opinion, and the two historical geniuses invariably agreed, and this heavy weight was not something he could easily despise.

"Anyway, let's go to Gusayr as planned."

Brando took one last look at the sea fog. So the decision was made.

Now they were on the ship of the undead of Madara, but in fact, after Brando woke up, the command of the fleet returned to him, after all, he and Blank were enough to control the fate of everyone on these two ships-

Moreover, out of some different thoughts, the two principals on the side of Madara, Tagus and Instaron, did not express any objections.

That's it.

Throughout the day, from noon to afternoon, the fleet continued to follow its predetermined route towards the island of Tavid. And until the sun sets, everyone on board. None of the undead sailors, including the undead sailors on the watchtower, saw a single ship outside of them appear on the sea.

It was in this eerie atmosphere that the sun sank from the west into the sandwich coastline, and after nightfall, the stars rose and the sea near Tavid Island became quieter.

Small sailboats don't have the kind of gatherings that you have on floating ships. Besides, the undead don't need food, so the only living on the ship bring their own dry food, and only Brando and Delphine have special treatment - humans captured by Tagus from the ghost car.

I have to say that in terms of these details, this vampire aristocrat does not lose the demeanor of the old-school aristocracy in the slightest.

But even then, the food is not necessarily plentiful. Brando and Delphien, for example, have their only dinner at the moment with a smoked mackerel coated in grapefruit juice and served with an avocado.

You can also add some bread slices and butter if you need to, but Brando is really dismissive of these junk foods, and since he is close to the level of a perfect body, he doesn't really need to replenish them.

On the contrary, the prime minister's daughter ate very delicately, she sat at the table with a very decent manner, carefully tore off the smoked fish one by one, and then put a fork in her mouth and chewed it carefully, which looked pleasing to the eye.

"Lord, don't you need it?"

"I don't have to."

"Do you mean that you need me to serve you a meal?"

"You're thinking too much, Miss Delphien......"

The light of the candles in the cabin flickered, and the two men occasionally engaged in such unnutritious conversations.

Brando once thought that Antitina was already a model of aristocratic daughters, but compared to Delphien, the prime minister's daughter ate in a way that looked like she was of noble birth - she was very picky about eating, and it can be said that most of the fish and meat were discarded by her except for the most delicate part.

And although he didn't open his mouth very restrainedly, he could also see that the other party was obviously very dissatisfied with this dish.

He was skeptical that the woman would be able to fill her stomach with this little food, so he shook his head before picking up his plate of fish and handing it over.

Delphien was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at him with silky eyes:

"Do I need to say thank you?"

Brando shrugged.

"I'd rather you say something else, Miss Delphien."

"For example?"

"The mystery of the Emerald Rite."

Delphien paused, she reached out and swept the hair in front of her forehead: "I see......"

……

(PS: There are still many gentlemen in the group, classmates, after all, this benefit was promised to you a year ago, in fact, I didn't really want to write about it, but I didn't want to compensate you for it for so long, don't get an inch in, classmates, I don't want to die yet.) In addition, the little prince said that he didn't want to be a king, what the hell is he who wants to be a queen, what about your temperament? (To be continued......)