"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Qili exclaimed as she exaggeratedly raised her hands in the air. But the witch's expression did not show any fear, but the smile was more obvious. She knew that the networm would not dare to really do anything out of the ordinary. Even in this case, the mercenary's nature is a reminder that the latter cannot do anything irreparable. The arm holding the dagger was nowhere near as dangerous as it seemed. Direct evidence of this is that Kiri took two steps backwards with the movement of her shouting, a distance not far enough to get her out of danger, but enough time to cast a spell before the dagger slices her throat. The webworm knew this, too, but she didn't immediately follow up and put further pressure on the witch.

"Don't make a fuss, okay? Now is not the time to joke. Peg's voice came from the terrace feebly, and she struggled to carry some kind of column almost her height from the captain's cabin behind her, and she took every step carefully to keep her center of gravity from tilting, but even then, when she came to the steps leading to the deck, she could not carry it herself. Because the height of the pillar had obscured her eyes, "Who's going to help me move this damn thing down!"

Networm and Qili looked at each other for a few seconds, and the mercenary took a deep breath, took the lead in putting away the threatening gesture, and put the dagger back in her hand. However, before she went to help Peg, she still glared at the latter fiercely, and the meaning was self-evident. However, Kiri didn't seem to be scared by this, and she whistled leisurely as she watched with interest as the two of them worked together to move the column down the terrace.

With a heavy thud, the column was placed under the main mast, and it was only then that the mercenary could see the details of what she was carrying. Overall, it looks like a stone totem, but unlike the totem poles used in ordinary tribes, the carvings on this pillar are much more surprising. A large number of images of marine animals and seabirds surround the perimeter of the column, and in the middle of the column is carved a circular pattern of sand, which seems to be used to refer to the bottom of the sea. The lower part of the column is extremely dark, and the carved things have changed from clear to blurred, and the carving at the bottom of the column is unrecognizable, just a large mass of unidentified protrusions, as if the carving craftsman had only made a rough outline and hastily finished.

"What is this?" asked the webworm, wiping the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. Obviously, such pillars would not have been used in ordinary navigation. Moreover, the mercenary swore that the temperature she felt on her hands when she touched the pillar also varied, the closer to the top of the pillar the temperature was higher, and the closer to the bottom the lower it was. If this thing doesn't have magical powers, I'm afraid no one will believe it at all.

"Something that will take us out of here. Peg's strength was no match for that of a networm, and she pressed her hands to her knees, gasping for air, and recovered for nearly a minute before she cleared her breath and said this. Then she stood up, looked at the mercenary's face, and said solemnly, "Don't worry about the earl. The Grand Witch of the Heartless Witch Order is well-versed in the way of dreams, and if she wants to, curing him is a matter of effort. And I promise that I can convince her to help us treat Lothar's problems, as long as we get to Lost Cove safely. ”

Compared to the two witches, although Peg is short, her credibility is much higher than that of Kirly. The webworm was silent for a moment, she had no choice now, and she didn't have the ability to tell if what the witch said was true or false. But even if the Witches can't heal Lothar, landing on land will definitely help him more than continuing to wander at sea. Thinking so, the mercenary nodded, and accepted the little witch's suggestion. "How can I help?"

"Let's get some seawater first, we're going to fill the hole. Peg said, gesturing to the groove at the top of the column, where there was a funnel-shaped hole that led to the inside of the column.

It stands to reason that with the weight of the column, most of it must not be hollow, and the lower end of the funnel-shaped groove is even thinner than a person's little finger, so even if the column itself has a certain height, it will not need much seawater to fill it. But when the third bucket of water is poured in and there is still no spillage, anyone will realize how evil this thing is. Especially in the process of the mercenaries throwing water into it, the witches have been silently chanting something by the pillar, which adds to the weirdness of the scene.

"Quack, quack!" the fourth bucket of water was poured in, and a soldier like Rao is mercenary felt that his arms were aching unbearably. Just then, a cacophony came from above the Damned Lady. The webworm raised its head, and even the fog was heavy enough to disorient the ship could hardly hide the eerie birds known as the fog crows. They flew in a ring like vultures in the desert waiting for their target to die, and they were noisy, but just as the networms were about to ignore them and continue to fetch water, a fog crow flew straight from the air, folded its wings, and smashed into the groove in the center of the column like a black arrow!

"Wheh—" The mercenary turned her head to see that the bottom of the dry groove was already stained with blood and black feathers. However, the water slowly overflowed. Like a shark that smells blood and comes out of its nest, the sea water that had been poured into it rose from the small hole, but no matter how high they rose, the blood and feathers at the bottom of the groove did not float with it, but all flowed into the small hole and disappeared.

"Are you coming or am I coming?" asked Kiri with his head up, but having said that, the latter's usual attitude towards the former was actually known to Peg as the answer to the question. She picked up the stone knife that was placed on the pillar and prepared to slit her arm. But another, equally white hand stopped her.

"I'm here this time. Qili snatched the stone knife from her companion's inexplicable gaze, and without hesitation, slit the palm of her right hand, placing it on top of the groove that was already like a small pool, and let the blood drip under the action of gravity. Smash into the calm water.

"Tick!" was a clear sound in everyone's ears. The bright red blood smothed and deformed in the sea, but soon it condensed into a fixed form, a flying fog crow. The miniature fog crow circled in the water a few times, then stabilized in one direction, spreading its wings in a gliding position.

"Let's get out of the boat, I don't want to wait for the spell to fail and we'll be trapped here. ”