Although the trees of the Moyar Plateau had been knocked down by the waves, even the knights of Nagyseus had to do nothing to catch the culprit of the destruction of the vegetation, for the galleon had left the land altogether two o'clock before and was now floating on the surface of the sea, heading north.

Deraenor, who had just come to his senses, sat down on the deck and looked through the books that Lopud had kept in the captain's room, trying to distract himself in this way, for he had not been accustomed to the dizziness of speed

This is the illustrated book, with the rough leather cover written "Walderbach's Strange Things" in Dori, the yellowed and wrinkled pages of the book in various languages, and every few pages are sandwiched with a scribbled sketch of werewolves, screaming demons, and more monsters that he has never seen and does not wish to encounter.

"Evil Thing...... Cursed, parentheses 'Evil Spirits'......" Draenor muttered verbatim as he pointed to the catalogue of the illustrated book, with some irony, the journey had taught him many languages, whether it was Messalan or Lycos, but in the end he felt a little unfamiliar with his native language.

The handwriting of these texts varies greatly, and even the illustrations show different styles of painting, so it is clear that this illustrated book was not made by a single person. Most of the content recorded is the author's personal experience, and of course there is no lack of folk biography.

"Draenor ......"

Suddenly a man walked behind him, and Draenor quickly closed the book and hid it under his lap, and he took out Lopud's illustrated book without permission, for fear that the other party would be furious because of it.

"I'm sorry, Lopud, I was just looking for a distraction......"

"The Strange Stories of Waldbach? It's okay, you can see it as long as you like, after all, paintings are dead, and you should learn more about the situation while you haven't encountered them yet. Lopud pulled the book from under Draenor's leg and flipped a few pages to him.

"Is this your book?" Draenor asked tentatively.

"It's mine, it's all exorcism, it's an important way for us to learn about the enemy, but it's not the only way." Amoro put away his axe and walked over with his suitcase, "If I'm not mistaken, Wardbach is a corner of the Nikanlos Empire, a wasteland that was once the most frequent area of the fairy in the witch mist. ”

"Who are you, the witch?"

The three of them looked up at the captain's room at the same time, and at some point the door had been opened, and Vikily was lying on the handrail in a crimson cloak, her chin in her hands, knowing how long she had been standing there listening.

"It's rude, we're talking about what happened in Wardbach."

Lopud glanced sideways at Amoro and explained unhurriedly.

"I'm kidding, wait...... Wardbach? Isn't that the wasteland of the Greater Laugay region? Vicky was intrigued, and ran over the stairs to the crowd, "That's with the Fairy in the Mist...... No, does it have anything to do with my mother? ”

"That was a long time ago, and the exorcist who actually knew the situation is no longer alive...... Wardbach was once the land of Vannessia, and you know that better than I do. It was originally a dense forest, and since the appearance of the Fairy in the Mist, there have been various visions: deformed creatures, animate plants, and even the earth has taken on life, becoming bloodthirsty monsters...... You already know what happened after that. ”

Lopud didn't seem to be willing to share details about the story, especially in front of Vickirico, who only gave a general description of what was going on at the curtain, then shifted his gaze to her backpack and changed the subject.

"You've already packed your bags?"

"Well, there's not much to bring, spears, cashmere blankets, enough food and fresh water, and a compass from before, that's all." Vickily leaned over and slung her backpack behind her back.

Draenor was silent, he knew he had to say goodbye to the princess from Nicandros, but when it all came, he hesitated.

"Do you have to leave? Right now? ”

"Right now." Vikiriko smiled and nodded, and pointed to the sea behind him with a thumbs up, "I have to go back to Vlaktu, at least I can't follow you to Luna Omon, they want me, and we don't want to see the result of throwing themselves into the net." Oh yes, you might need this ......."

Lopud reached out and took what she had handed her, a delicate, round bell.

Draenor looked back at Jeanne in the cabin, busy cooking the ingredients, and it seemed that she was ready to follow her on. He still has time to convince her, even if he is forced to let her follow Viklico back to Vlaktu, but those words can't be spit out like a parasite, he really needs Jeanne's help, she is fully capable of protecting herself, and more importantly, how can she leave this kind girl and go away?

"I think you're going to need a helping hand on your way alone...... he told Veklico, hoping that she would take Jeanne back to Vlaktu instead of him.

"Are you kidding? Look at this ship! Vicilico rushed to the side of the deck and pointed to the sailboat hanging on the sea, "How far do you think it can carry two people?" To tell you the truth, I don't want Jeanne to come with me, and as I am, Vlaktu is not safe, and even if I walk with you for so long, I can't change my habit of being alone, and if something happens to her, you will definitely chase Flactu and kill me......"

Vekily smiled wryly, then frowned and punched Draenor in the chest.

"Are you looking at me? Please, I can be your grandmother according to Canaanrao's age! I am the granddaughter of Frews the Great, and I have an invincible divinity! It's just a few drifts on the sea, and you can still stump me? ”

No light... You have to export...... Draenor shook his head, apparently unaccustomed to Viklico's expression. He still remembered the first time he saw Vikirico, and to be honest, he could never have imagined that such a girl wrapped in mystery could become a comrade-in-arms who accompanied him.

"Sister Vicky, are you ready to leave?" Jeanne ran out of the cabin, her apron on her chest stained with crumbs of food.

Before Jeanne could react, Viklico rushed into her arms, buried her head in her chest, and didn't say anything, just quietly listening to the rhythm of her heartbeat.

"Don't ...... Sister Vicky, these clothes are very dirty! …… Are you crying? Jeanne felt something soak her chest, like teardrops, but it was red, so clean that it was almost transparent, it must not be blood.

"What are you crying about...... The gas was so dry that I just had a bit of a nosebleed. Vickyriko quickly wiped the red marks from her face, covered her nose with one hand and stepped back.

"The sailboat has been lowered, the wind is just right, and it's a good time to go." Amoro looked down the deck and whispered to Vikirico, afraid that he would become a scheming being.

"yes, we have to go!"

Vikily turned around with a smile and lip-synced to Draenor a moment before jumping into the sailboat:

"Take care of Jeanne! I'm waiting for you to triumph! ”

The sun gently sets on the distant sea level, and the dazzling sunset spreads out on the sea, like a sea of poppies suddenly blooming.

"Have a nice trip!!" Sitting on the boat, Vikily shouted to the crowd.

"Who is going to go first...... "Draenor muttered to himself with a wry smile, raising his hand to say a final goodbye to the "Red Sparrow" who was going away.

"Goodbye, Sister Vicky. We'll meet again, for sure...... But it may be a long time before ......"

Jeanne's voice came from behind, and the moment Draenor turned around, she found that her face was covered with tears.

"Well, I'm blessed," Jeanne nodded in affirmation, wiped away her tears, and looked up at the fading void.

The sea breeze blew, turning the pages of the illustrated book spread out on the deck. Draenor looked at the graphic on the illustration, which was a red-painted eye with an inconspicuous line of text underneath:

"The Misarians, especially the royal family, their tear ducts secrete a crimson fluid, which for the Blood Sect is tears."

Draenor walked and closed the book, looking back at the boat floating on the red sea, catching a glimpse of the red mark on Jeanne's chest.

"What a dishonest fellow......"