It usually takes half a year to return to Atas by magic ship from the Namibian world. If you encounter the remaining Gisyankee pirates along the way, it will take even longer. Or shorter - if you believe some of the missionaries, the souls of the dead will go straight back to Attas.

If you don't have a lot of money and can't do it better, you can also hire a very fast magic ship and go directly to Atas from the nearest channel of the astral plane. It can take you up to two months to do this, but it's not always possible to hire a ship. Some of the magic ships were in disrepair, tattered, smelling like sheepfolds, and crunching when they flew for such a long journey.

Some of the ships were in even worse condition, refurbished from the previously destroyed Gisyankees, like the one in front of the Psychmancer. This kind of boat can only run a short distance at most, and you have to change boats at least three times to get to Artas. To make matters worse, the ships still smell of blood and corpses, as well as abscesses, as if the ghosts of the dead Gisyankees still clinged to them. In comparison, the sheepfold smells like perfume.

Two sailors with hideous faces and a rough appearance reclined on the side of the ship, communicating in the Attasian vernacular with a thick accent. One of them was a dark-skinned native of Namibi, and the other was actually a Yankee. The two guys didn't seem to expect that Muhathir could clearly hear the voices in the distance, talking indiscriminately.

"Behold, another Primary-Matter Plane Guy is about to take the bait. That Giss Yankee said. "It fully illustrates the insurmountable congenital defects of human beings in the field of intelligence. ”

The dark-skinned Namibian sailor, who was also human, didn't like the comments of his fellow Gisyankees. "I see that he looks shrewd and gloomy, and he doesn't look like he's here to be wronged. It's like I'm here to meet your mother. I hope your mother's body can hold up. ”

"You're intellectually deficient, but your tongue is quite nimble. ”

The dark-skinned sailor sneered at each other. "Of course. Your woman has to rely on my tongue to have the courage to live. ”

"And your woman must be blind to continue to live, otherwise no one will be able to put up with your smirking face for a long time. ”

Muhati frowned. Going to suggest a change of boat to try your luck. At this moment, the captain of the stinky ship in front of him suddenly pushed the two sailors away and ran down the gangway. It was a man with a large sleek hat, a carefully groomed mustache, and a feather stuck in the brim, and he had clearly noticed the presence of potential guests.

The Psychic Warlock was in charge of talking to them, a strategy he and Sadiri had agreed upon beforehand. The latter disguised herself as a noblewoman who had gone to Attas, making it inconvenient to bargain directly with the merchants and the like, while Muhadi posed as her deacon. The female mage seemed to like the arrangement, and she laughed and said that she never thought that the Psychic Warlock would look good when he pretended to be a subordinate.

As for the false prophet Danjar's accusation that he was the incarnation of the primordial magician. The Coral Witch didn't mention it, as if waiting for the Psychic Warlock to speak. Muhathir hadn't figured out how to explain it, so he had to play dumb for the time being and wait for the right moment.

"You want to rent a boat, sir!" said the captain in a booming voice, touching his belly. "Simon Havarian and his Savage Savannah Growler are waiting for you!"

"The ship is going to Attas?" Muhadi asked him, his words in a thick Atas accent.

"This magic ship goes wherever anyone can afford to rent it wants!" the captain recognized the Psychic Warlock's accent, and immediately imitated his standard Atas language. He appears to be a native of the astral plane, but Athas speaks extremely fluently. "Your Excellency. You won't find a faster ship in Namibi. Just ask, and we'll get you to Atas as quickly as possible. ”

He said yes too quickly, al-Muhathir thought to himself. This is unusual, and usually the captains pretend to be very unhappy. It is easy to raise the price. Occasionally, the captain of the ship who didn't even pay the price was a pirate, and planned to kill people and steal goods after the passengers boarded the ship.

The idea of chartering a boat back to Athas was given to him by Farouk Pasha and the emir of Musa. The Pasha himself had two ships in his name, but that was known to all. Muhathir felt. Danjar should not miss the opportunity to make a comeback and ambush both ships. Renting a boat is undoubtedly much more low-key, with countless magical ships carrying pilgrims to Atas every month. No one could have guessed which boat Muhadi and his companions would be hiding.

After Muhadi left Namibi, Farouk Pasha would publicly announce the Second Coming of the Prophet and make it widespread. The Psychic Warlock himself was extremely disgusted by this, neither considering himself a true prophet nor wanting to make a big deal about his return. The conflict between the Fatimites and the Kalamites among the believers is already on the verge of flaring, and his return may immediately upset this fragile balance.

Muhathir believed that the vast majority of believers would agree to reconciliation if he showed up. But after actually confronting Danjar, a high-ranking figure of the Kalamites, this confidence has been shaken. Dahljar professes to be the true Muhadi, the true prophet...... The Psychic Warlock was reluctant to think about it, but he also admitted that the other party's argument was extremely tempting. If he spread rumors that he had been taken by the Primordial Warlock......

But Farouk Pasha of Namibi begged the Psychic Warlock to change his mind and crushed the fleet of the enemy prophet Danjar, and if there was no valid reason, Namibi would be regarded by all the believers as a rogue world that was the first to destroy the balance of the deranged. When the time comes, the people here will not only be condemned by the rest of the world, but they will also be isolated in the ensuing war. It's just that the psychic warlock insists on officially announcing his news only after he leaves.

"And how much should I pay for this service?" the psychic warlock asked the captain of the magic ship.

"For a thousand Tyr coins, my ship and I will serve you! Food is free along the way, and you can be provided with a variety of entertainment...... You'll be satisfied. The captain licked his lips and looked courteous. "You can ask around if this Savage Prairie Growler is reputable!"

He was sure I wouldn't take it seriously, Muhathir thought, and that's why he dared to say that. But when he met me, he was miscalculated.

The Psychic Warlock has a simple ability to detect the Captain's good intentions. Sure enough, the results of the feedback clearly showed that the captain had something to hide. Muhadi speculated that the man would either plan to fly together and slit the passenger's throat and take the gold for himself. Or they plan to chain the passengers as slaves on board.

"Sounds good. Muhathir said. "But I refused. ”

"That's a loss for you," said the captain exaggeratedly, "and nothing grieves me more than the loss of a potential guest." Can't we really talk about it anymore? Or I'll accept eight hundred gold Tyrs, or fifty cut garnets. So five hundred gold coins, plus my own acrobatic juggling, will it work?"

"No," said the Psychmancer. "I'd better try my luck somewhere else. ”

"You won't find a better captain of Race Mont Havarian here!" insisted the mustachioed captain. "I'll tell you the truth, the big man who should have cursed him came down from the sky and destroyed most of our ship. The rest are either small and slow, or they don't plan to go to Atas at all...... For example, the cheap and sufficient ship over there will not go to Attas. Its captain was a fat man, who was naturally afraid of the heat, and sold his mother for a hint of cool breeze. Letting him go to a desert planet like Atas is like asking for his life. ”

"Maybe I'll meet the fat captain and see for myself if he'd rather lose his life than go to Artas. Muhadi said this and then left.

"You'll be back, I promise, the previous bid will still be valid!" Captain Mustache's voice came from behind the Psychic Warlock.

Muhadi walked to the berths of some of the other magic ships, passing by groups of hawkers and middle-aged women who were about to recommend him accommodation and **. The docks where the magic ships come and go look similar to normal fishing ports, but these magic ships don't stop in the water, but in dry docks. If left in the water, the parasites in the sea will corrode the hull.

As the bearded captain had predicted, none of the other magical ships seemed willing to go to Attas. Some felt that the distance was too far, and some hoped that they would wait a little longer and pull a whole boatload of pilgrims, so that they could earn more. Other captains fear that sectarian disputes will soon turn into a full-scale war, and that Atas will become a battlefield, so they prefer to go to the safer frontier world.

The fat captain listened quietly to Muhadi's request, holding an indifferent pet cat in his arms, and then, shaking his head, said, "No." The captain of the unfilial ship refused with a mouthful, claiming that no matter how much gold he had, he would not go to Artas. The captain of the Merchant's Daughter, a Loshanda from the world of Ferron, believes that pagans like himself will be torn to shreds by fanatics as soon as they set foot on the land of Atas, the Holy Star. The first mate of his best friend, the Bear, says that the Psychic Warlock is wasting his time, and the captain of the Soup Spoon thinks he is the pirate's babysitter.

In the end, Muhati even ran back to consult with the Coral Witch. Let's see if she can come up with a way to teleport directly across the plane back to Atath, or if she knows if there are any secret portals in Imprint City that can lead directly to Atath.

The answer is still no, Satili is not particularly familiar with the city of imprints, and the interdimensional teleportation spell cannot accurately locate such a distant world.

"Maybe we'll only have to take that Captain Simon Havarian's magic ship, and we can't be too picky when we have no choice, can we?" said the Coral Witch.

"Even if we know this guy might have something wrong?"

"We can take the ship if necessary. A pirate captain and his sailors are not difficult to subdue. ”

Muhati thought for a moment, "Then who will drive the ship? I don't know how to sail a magic ship, and I don't know how to find a way to Atas in the astral plane." ”

"Maybe we can use magic or psionic energy to control a few sailors, so we won't be trapped in the astral plane. ”

"I'm also worried that you're not comfortable with using coercive tactics to directly control people, so let's do that. The Psychic Warlock finally decided. "Let's hope that Captain Simon is lucky enough that we don't need to do it. (To be continued.) )