Whatever had become of Fouquet's body, Dylan had sat upright at the table when he entered, the most solemn of Princess Diane's palaces, separated from the master bedroom on the other side by a door, the walls of the room were covered with black oak, and the silk and satin were either golden brown or tawry, and even the gilded places were deliberately made in the old and mottled style.

Fouquet was an undoubtedly handsome man, and he had a pair of eyes that were surprisingly green, even though he was already from his grandparents, but those eyes could still be radiant and dazzling when needed—there were many green-eyed beauties among the elves, but their green eyes could only remind people of lakes or jungles, and only Fouquet's eyes reminded of emerald stones without blemish and cracks, cold and gorgeous, a green so rich that it seemed to emerge from the darkness— Dylan inherited the color of his eyes, but was much inferior because of the light color.

These eyes are magical, and even Dylan Donclay will subconsciously look away when he sees them, as if he will fall into them after a long time.

"Do you have anything to do with me, Your Excellency?" asked Dylan, they had never been father and son, they didn't want to, and they didn't need to.

"I think you're going to need that. Fouquet said as he showed Dylan a few small boxes piled up on the table, and opened a box filled with emeralds as dark as his eyes, and then he pulled out several small dimensional bags, made of dragon skin, which might have belonged to some important hidden parts in terms of the size of the scales—but that was not Dylan's concern, and the mage cast a small spell and opened the dimensional bag to find that it was filled with the Adamantite Mithril he desperately needed.

Dylan looked a little surprised, because Fouquet's chamber of commerce and caravans were still with him, so where did he get these things, these precious things deserved to be treated seriously even in the inner curry of the Norman king of the Highlands.

But these gems and precious metals were nothing compared to what Fouquet had finally brought out—three one-foot-diameter rune plates, two Mithril bases, and one Adamantite base, inlaid with star-like gems that would even be overshadowed by the sun.

"Should I thank you. Dylan said that his caravans and chambers of commerce could find them for him, but it could take three, five, or even ten years—and Fouquet's generosity was the answer.

"There's no need for that. Fuquet said coldly.

After Dylan left, Faucet returned to his mansion without saying goodbye to Princess Diane, and in the middle of the same night, a messenger from "Mother" brought ouzo mixed with dragon blood.

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At this time, the adventurers were still floating on the sea, and in order to keep enough energy to deal with possible sudden changes, they slept six blocks every twelve blocks according to the time given by the magic equipment in the hands of the black-haired spellcaster, but if, for example, like the dwarf McGee or Leona, they were willing to sleep a little longer— To avoid the disturbance of the sea and the light, the elves also spawned a vine, their leaves forming a canopy at the end of the ship, and white light penetrated through the gaps in the leaves, and the faint dots of light spread over the sleeping humans and gnomes.

The black-haired caster sank into meditation, with Kerriben and Perrant alternately on duty.

After a while, McGee woke up, he had been asleep for almost eight hours, but it was not much for a gnome, and the gnomes in the Dragonfire Islands could sleep day and night if they could, unless they were forced by hunger, disturbed by someone, or approached by danger. This time McGee sat up and looked around blankly, as if he didn't understand why he had come here, and after a moment he came to his senses, and began to eat the little fruits that had grown from the vines, but the sweet and sour fruits made him hungrier.

He was about to shout, the black-haired spellcaster raised his hand and made a gesture, only then he noticed that the humans around him had been replaced by elves, and Perrant and Kerry were lying together, and Perrante was also serious and upright when he slew, and Kerry was about to relax, and he leaned sideways, bent his knees, and put one arm under his head as a pillow - the gnomes crept away from them, and Leona brought him a piece of fresh marlin meat, and the gnomes immediately feasted happily.

"Won't that disturb them?" asked Berdwin, the gnome's gnawing no less loud than the waves.

"My spell hangs over them. The otherworldly spirits said, "They should get some rest." ”

"I don't have a problem with that," if there was anyone else who was as hostile to the rough seas as the elves, spellcasters, and priests of Flo, it was probably the thieves, and the thieves of Sharp Jaw Harbor often made cameos as pirates, "but if anything happens......

"Then I will perceive it in advance," said the otherworldly spirit, "though I am not a druid—I will not be so reckless as to put my companions in danger without knowing anything." ”

The thief immediately raised his hands in apology.

Leona stood up and looked into the distance, where they had come had long since disappeared, and in the distance was a long line of silver-white, I don't know if it was the reflection of the sea or the ice and snow like the white plains— The brown islands passed by them, and it was very wonderful, they only showed a small mass on the surface of the sea, the smallest of which may not even be able to squat down the dwarf McGee, and the largest could only accommodate a group of fat seals, they looked like they were covered with a layer of glass, shiny, at first Leona thought it was the result of the sea's washing, and then realized that there was a layer of hard and translucent ice shell, and a sea crab tried to climb on it, but only again and again, fell into the water in a clumsy and ridiculous manner.

But there are also islands that rise so much above the surface that they have only a small dark green color on their bodies, which look like stacks of wood, and even the lines are very similar and clearly recognizable. The protruding narrow platforms became a paradise for the birds, who crowded together and roosted together, grooming their feathers, pecking at or fighting with their fellow human beings when they were not happy, and when the shadow of the ship passed by them, they stopped all their movements, and stared at them with their little bright black eyes—the Alatirites were very good at pickling puffins, and they would not mind the seabirds without them.

The thief deeply regretted that the elves did not kill for no reason when there was plenty of food, and he glanced at the "Daughter of Love", whose posture was graceful and noble even in such a humble vessel—the young woman sat diagonally on a handful of strong bushes, her elbows resting on the side of the ship, the sea breeze caressing her hair, and they flew in the air like a rolled silk horse.

The dwarf ate three servings of fish in a row before stopping, "Looks like we don't have to worry about food spoilage." Baldwin said, shaking his head over and over again. None of them spoke, except for the sound of the waves crashing against the hull, the chirping of seabirds, and the occasional chirping—which Birdwin thought was a fox, and Gülen insisted that it was a dolphin, and they made a bet that there was no other amusement on the ship—if they were alone in one boat, they might have been able to see who had shot more seabirds, but now they were bored enough to play a game of counting with their toes.

"It's so quiet. The dwarf said. And everyone else feels the same way.

The elves had a short sleek, they only took four tiles to wake up, and the caster had already withdrawn his spell one step earlier, and Perrant and Kerry might have been aware of it, but it wasn't a malicious act in the first place, and there wasn't much to blame.

Perrant looked at the sky, the light gray sky could not see the sun, the moon, or ordinary stars, and could only catch a glimpse of a bright light at the junction of sea and sky, which was a magical galaxy that only spellcasters could see. He closed his eyes slightly, the sea breeze brushing his cheeks and eyelashes, there was no smell of steel or blood, no heat or smell of magic, and there was no abnormality in the whales that were pulling the boat, nor the dolphins jumping and playing by the boat.

"I'm going to take a look at what's ahead. Perrante said. He took off the cloak he was wrapped around his body, unbuttoned his tunics, and removed his belt—the dwarf pressed his mouth with his small hands, and for the first time he saw the druid begin to change so close to him—his beak stretched out long, his cheeks covered with tiny fuzz, his arms unbound from his clothes and reaching out into the sky, long feathers protruding from his fingertips...... When a huge albatross appeared in front of everyone, the dwarf didn't have time to let out the exclamation it should have.

The albatross turned its neck and calmly sorted out the feathers on its back, which were a little messy when they came out of their shirts just now - Kerry had picked them up, and the albatross were large, heavy birds, and in the absence of running flat ground or towering cliffs, they could only float on the surface of the sea with a bitter second letter, "Give me some wind." The Elven Ranger held up the big bird and said.

The soul of the other world raised his hands in embarrassment, and a strong whirlwind lifted the albatross with its wings high, sending it high into the air, and before the spell was completely ineffective, the black-tailed albatross found a rising air current, and slid freely and gracefully into the distance.

The albatross had risen to about a thousand feet, and when they looked down, their ship had become a little smaller, and the day or so before had seen the oval ice floes, which were carried by the currents of the ocean, forming arc-shaped ice bands with deep black water in between, which looked like a huge striped agate. When the Alatirites saw this ice floe, they turned the bow of their ship, because that meant they were about to enter the ice. The ice area is filled with large chunks of ice floe, crumbling ice caps and the most dangerous icebergs, which can easily tear apart the Alatirit sealskin boats, and even whales dive deeper into the ice to avoid being scratched by the sharp ice.

Their hardest journey was in the ice floe, where they could not get help from whales and dolphins, and the unpredictability of the ice floe meant that he could not summon animals walking on land to ask for their help, and the ship could also get stuck in the frozen ice floe, at which point they would have to leave the ship and try to freeze it in a solid place to wait for them to use it again when they returned, but the ice floe was absolutely not, and who knows where it would drift in more than twenty days. This could mean hauling boats on foot for hundreds or even thousands of miles.

Perrant also saw some traces of wolves and snow bears, a she-bear with her two children, and snow bears generally do not attack humans as long as they are aware of their distance. Perrant was concerned about the wolves, but he found out that they were just a bunch of ordinary Northland wolves, not the cunning and ferocious magical creatures of the Winter Wolves, which was good news.

The bad news was probably that he was keenly aware that the wind was getting violent - in the Far North, storms were rare during eternal daylight, but that wasn't to say they weren't, and thankfully, the dark grey clouds hadn't yet taken on the shape of roses, so the storm might not be too strong.

When he landed on the boat, he untied the ropes and called out to the whales and dolphins to dive or find shelter from the storm as quickly as possible, while he and Kerry summoned more vines to make the ship heavier and wider.

The gnomes hid early in the bottom of the ship, hiding themselves in the thorny bushes, and the vines of Perrante tied everyone firmly to the hull, and the thick branches and leaves covered them like small fruits that had been hidden. Cremar lowered his head and examined the scrolls and potions, placing the two protective spell scrolls at the front and the healing potions within reach—they had just done it all when the storm came.

Everywhere they looked, it was occupied by the towering waves, and the great ship, which a hundred Alatileites had built together in five days, weighed no more than a single feather in the palm of the sea, and it was either thrown into the sky or crushed to the bottom, and there was no difference between inside and outside the ship, and Berdwin opened his mouth wide, and all he inhaled was the brackish water—he didn't know when he lost his last consciousness, only that he had been holding Leona's hand tightly. (To be continued.) )