When Kellam woke up, he noticed a shaking around him.

Is the world so shaky after death? He complained dissatisfiedly, he had expected death to be peaceful.

"I don't think it's an afterlife." A familiar voice echoed him, and Hall woke up a moment before him, "I think we should be in a boat, sailing in the sea." ”

"Hall! You're not dead?! ”

"Aren't you too?"

Hall feigned impatience and returned the salute.

The two of them were in great distress, but they were suspicious, they didn't think there was anything that could save them from Octahi's men. I flipped through my bags, and the Ainstone lay there intact.

It's an incredible thing.

The cabin swayed, and through the gaps in the planks, the sound of the waves could be heard. The two of them lay on a rudimentary bed, and a seafarer's oil lamp was embedded in the dirty wall.

"Are you awake?"

Lucieux pushed open the hatch and entered, with freshly heated black bread and a jug of cider.

"That guy seems to be an illusionist, and you two seem to be in a hallucination." Looking at the questions on the faces of her companions, Lucieu hurriedly explained, "My illusion resistance is relatively high, so I pretended to be fooled and finally killed him." ”

This explanation is flawed, but Hall and Kelam can only accept it. How can it be explained? Could it be that Angelis himself came down to save them?

"Also, the good stuff you found on that illusionist." Lucieux pulled out a delicate seal and showed it off triumphantly.

Hale took the seal and found that it was a high-level Imperial Pass, and even had the anti-forgery means of magic.

"I used this seal to requisition this ship and throw you two in. We are now far from Emerald Grove Island. ”

"Well done!" Hall held the seal tightly, "With it, we can go all the way unhindered." ”

"Lucieu, thank you! If it weren't for you......" Kelam's voice choked slightly. If he couldn't send the Ayn Stone to the Silver Crown Forest, he really couldn't imagine the end of the Singh Elf.

"Thank you." Lucieux sat down on her knees, cut bread for the two of them, poured fruit wine, and smiled sweetly, "Let's go home together." ”

"Well, let's go home."

Hale patted Lucieu the shoulder.

This shot disrupted a delicate balance in Lucie's body, and only the black-haired female elf was seen, and the smile on her face suddenly disappeared and turned pale.

She stood up regardless of her manners and rushed out of the cabin like the wind.

Vomit!

Lying on the side of the ship, spitting and spitting.

"What's wrong with you?"

Two anxious companions chased after her, helped her and asked.

It must have been some serious internal injuries in the battle with the illusionist, right?

Lucie dispelled their anxiety with two words.

"Seasickness," she said weakly, "leave me alone, let me vomit for a while." ”

Vomit!

"Ugh."

The embarrassed two men retreated to the cabin, and it was not polite to watch the ladies vomit. They looked at each other, but laughed at the same time.

This new companion is not only powerful and beautiful, but also a little naïve and childish.

It reminds us of many beautiful things – things that were completely destroyed by the Twelve Years' War.

Lucie lay on the side of the ship, and continued to vomit. The boat sails in the gentle sea, and in the middle of the night, you can faintly see the starry sky.

The night is the stage of the starry sky, and the starry sky is the reflection of the abyss.

Lucieu wasn't seasick, she just ate too much dirt. The elves of Aya are vegetarian beings, although in later cruel practice, Lucieu learned to eat meat in order to survive. But it can only be eaten in small amounts, not in large quantities, and not in excess!

She ate Mrs. Octas alive! It took a whole day, one bite at a time, chewing slowly, and not even the bones were left.

That's why I'm throwing up so badly now.

She regretted it to death, she shouldn't have learned those hunting comics and made herself so uncomfortable. But the thought of Octahi's miserable wail, the miserable wailing of the whole day, made her feel very happy.

In short, Lucieu is in a state of disgusting and happy state, very contradictory.