In the spring of Korsmer's sixteenth year, the climate was warm and everything was growing, as always, but Kersmund was not as vigorous as he had been. Marit's death hit him hard, and his whole person was instantly crushed. He shut himself up in the little dark room almost all the time, doing nothing but sitting in a daze, often with tears streaming down his face, crying silently, and sometimes holding the black pendant in the shape of a cross that Marit had left him, and looking at it intently for a long time.

Day after day, after nearly half a month, he came out of the excruciating pain, but he still could not return to normal. Although he no longer confined himself to a small dark room almost all the time, he never stepped out of the monastery to walk outside, and the only other place he would go to was the church. In the church, he sometimes wanders, sometimes sits, the church is large, and his heart is empty. More often than not, he would go to the top floor of the church tower, stop at the window where Marit had leaned, and look out at the distant meeting of the sea and the sky, as if searching, as if waiting, and always at a loss......

It wasn't until late spring and early summer that Kosmode finally picked himself up and gradually resumed his martial arts training. That spring was the most decadent time of Kersmer's life.

Summer came, and Eksmod decided to leave, to leave the orphanage, to leave the nest, to go far. He set a goal for himself to pursue, and also to give himself a reason to say goodbye to the days when he could only mourn and miss Marit in a state of loneliness and depression.

He had often heard that there was a royal military academy in Sagos, and that if the conditions were met, whether it was a nobleman or a commoner, a rich merchant or a poor peasant, could be admitted to the academy without discrimination. And as long as he can successfully graduate from the Royal Military Academy of Sagos, then no matter how humble and weak the student is, he can immediately fly up the branches and become a noble and powerful phoenix. He wanted to go there and try it and make a difference in his destiny.

Finally, one day in the early summer of his sixteenth year, he quietly left the orphanage and prepared to leave the orphanage after leaving a note explaining his departure.

The legal age of majority in the Nord Kingdom was seventeen years old, and Kersmerd knew very well that when he grew up at seventeen, he would not show up and give him a coming-of-age ceremony, as the old priest had said. So, he chose to leave a year before he turned seventeen, and instead of waiting helplessly for his faith to be shattered in the reality that had arrived as scheduled, he did not hesitate to set out and pursue his glory in another way.

Ksmerd knew that Sagos was to the south of Wocheze, and that the two cities were separated by only one large bay, so it would be quick to reach Sargos by boat. However, he had never been penniless and had no money to buy a ferry ticket, but he had an idea.

He quietly left the orphanage in the middle of the night, carrying a small linen bag containing a bottle of water and a few pieces of bread. He strapped the flax bag around his waist, and after a run of stars and moons, he traveled several blocks to the harbor where the ship docked.

During the day, he spent almost a day in the harbor, constantly searching for his target, and keeping an eye out for changes in its movement, until it was completely dark, and he left for a while. At this moment, he was back in this port, and he didn't have to bother to find it at all, he found his target. It was a medium-sized cargo ship, the one he was going to take, and it was stopping in front of him at this moment. In addition to the raven flag that fluttered above the ship, which symbolized the national prestige of the Nord Kingdom and symbolized death and strength, three black characters of "Sagoth" written in large charcoal were prominently displayed on the stern of the ship.

When Kersmod saw the three big words "Sagoth", it was as if he saw Sagoth beckoning to him, which made him extremely excited. The large, thick cable tied the ship tightly to the dock, just in time for Kersmund to climb to the ship while the sailor on the night patrol was on the other side of the ship. He was agile and capable, and the rope wasn't too long, and it took him less than ten seconds to climb to the boat. The sailor didn't hear him fall into the boat, and no one else heard him, and Germund kept creeping down to the bottom of the ship. There was a large, dark room at the bottom of the boat, and when the door was closed, I couldn't see my fingers.

At first, Minded was anxious to see if there were any windows in the room, but then it occurred to him that he was at the bottom of the ship at the moment, and that perhaps this room was lower than the sea, and of course there would be no windows. In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Kersmord groped his way up slowly, and found a number of wooden boxes half as tall as his body. Later, he found that in addition to the boxes, there were many linen bags in the cabin.

Sensed found a corner with only a few bags to hide in if anyone came. That shouldn't be possible, though. At least no one should come to see it until you arrive in Sagos. For in the daytime, he heard someone on the ship saying that it would set sail early tomorrow morning. In other words, as soon as the day dawns, the ship will leave immediately, and now it is less than two hours before dawn. And, in general, they are now asleep, and on this ship, except for Kosmund and the sailor who patrols the night, probably no one will be awake. When the day comes, the ship leaves, and until the ship arrives in Sagos, no one should come to this gloomy place. Thinking of this, Kersmod relieved himself.

According to Kersmode, the boxes and bags on the ship were clearly cargo destined for Sagoth. He stumbled upon a large bottle-like object on top of one of the boxes, and he took it down with both hands. He held the bottle in both hands and shook it to his ear, and found that it contained some kind of liquid, which seemed to be half a bottle.

He uncorked the bottle, smelled a strange and familiar smell, put his finger in the bottle, and then sniffed it carefully. The taste is a bit strong, but it doesn't smell bad, as if the liquid is some kind of liquor, but it could be something else. Kosmerd hadn't drunk anything, he had just smelled it, and he thought that the liquid tasted a little like wine, and that he might be able to drink this bottle. Germund took the bottle off the box and lay down comfortably on the bags. If you're going to be at sea for a long time, it should be nice to have this bottle by your side.

Before he knew it, Ksmed fell asleep. It didn't take long for a cacophony of voices above to wake up Kersmerd. He snapped his eyes open and saw that it was still dark, but he could clearly feel that the ship was moving, and it should be that the ship was starting to sail. The continuous darkness has kept him immersed in a kind of foggy and dreamlike feeling. It wasn't until a certain moment after the ship had set sail for a long time that it suddenly disappeared.

At this time, he suddenly had an inexplicable foreboding, as if something was wrong. He sat up straight like lightning from his lying state, facing the darkness ahead, his eyes open and closed. He knew that he was moving away from the Nest and was heading for Sagos, but at the moment he couldn't help but worry about whether he would be able to get to Sagos smoothly and safely.

With all his might, he wrestled with the rising fear in his body, and he kept telling himself, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Sagoth must be coming! Everything will be fine when you get to Sagoth!" But it was useless, and one of Ksmurd's hearts was filled with darkness and boundless loneliness in this cabin, which made him extremely depressed. He was going to a distant place that was almost unknown to him, and he felt lonely like never before, as if his destiny was being controlled by an invisible hand in the darkness.

At such a moment, Minded, who was deep in the darkness, suddenly seemed to see Marit's eyes, flashing in front of him like stars, and emitting a fierce light, piercing the darkness in front of him. Sensed that he was looking at Marit at this moment, just as he had been in the past, and no amount of darkness could keep him from it. In such an illusion, the uneasiness and fear in Kersmoed's heart instantly subsided a lot. Finally, he gradually fell asleep again.

It was a long time, and Korsmod had no idea how long it had been, for there was no finger in the cabin, and there was nothing to judge day or night. Once, he woke up and habitually nibbled on a few mouthfuls of bread and wanted to take a few sips of water, but accidentally took the wrong bottle and drank something from a bottle that was not his own. Every time he drank the contents of the bottle, it was difficult for him to stay awake. He found that he soon wanted to sleep after drinking it, but it tasted good, a little heavy, but not unpleasant, and he could sleep a little longer after a few sips. There is no doubt that this is exactly what wine is.

Presenter would sometimes tell himself that Sagoth had already arrived, and that he would end the voyage and reach Sagoth by climbing to the door, opening the door and walking a few steps, and meeting people. But he finally didn't rush out, because after being discovered, the consequences were unimaginable.

Later, he was discovered by accident, completely unexpectedly, and in his sleep he heard someone calling out to him, and it was not until he suddenly woke up that he heard a voice over his head asking, "Do you hear me? Who are you kid? What are you doing here? Where did you come from?"

Germerd jumped up like lightning, but had no intention of running away. In the dim light of a candlestick he saw the man in a sailor's suit, with a broad body and a bushy beard on his big round face. The man was a typical Nord in terms of physique and appearance, which made his heart relax a little when he mentioned his throat. Keeping his composure, he replied, "My name is Kosmeer, and I'm on the boat in the Woche!"

The sailor was so surprised that he opened his mouth to scream, but suddenly changed his mind, as if he had some scruples, and at last he did not dare to cry out. He seemed to want to talk to Kersmod first, but even he didn't understand why he had so quickly lifted the necessary guard against the strange boy in front of him. Probably because the eyes of the boy in front of him were too straightforward—the eyes were round and large, and by a little dim light, they could reflect a very bright luster, like stars, and the undisguised kindness and integrity in them would make him think that they were the most harmless eyes he had ever seen in his life.

He thought he should have someone catch him under the sun, and he took a candlestick, and by the light he saw the black and white eyes of Axmerd, and knew at once that he could not do it, because there was a certain expectation in those eyes, which seemed to want him to call someone, without the slightest fear, as if he were here as he should be. And this sailor, although he is a member of this ship, for some reason he came here secretly at the moment. Therefore, when he found that Kesmerd was so calm and weak-hearted, he panicked.

The sailor thought that Ksmund was dying, but shook his head to shake the feeling away. Before his grandfather died, his eyes seemed to be exactly the same as those of Kersmer. Of course, it is possible that he felt wrong. First of all, his grandfather's eyes were brown, but Kersmed's was so weak that it was hard to see clearly, black, or very deep blue.

Even to the sailor's own surprise, he said the first thought that came to his mind: "Did you drink my wine?"

"Yes, because I've run out of water in my bottle. I didn't know it was wine, thank you. Kersmund looked at the sailor calmly, and if he dared to scream just now, Kersmer would have grabbed him by the neck with a thunderous blow, suffocating him before he could scream.

The sailor shook his head, as if talking to himself and whispering to Kersmord, "You drank my wine, but said you didn't know what it was, and then thanked me as if it weren't theft?" and, to his bewilderment, Kersmer was so calm now, that when ordinary people were caught doing bad things, they would just run away, drill everywhere, and desperately find a place to escape, but Germerd stood still so frankly, and looked at you with such blunt eyes.

"What did you want to do when you climbed into our boat, or where did you want to go?" he could only ask.

"Sagoth. Kersmund replied briefly.

"Yes, we'll probably start to return to Sagoth when we arrive at our destination this time, oh, well, I think I should hand you over to the captain, or to those people......" The sailor seemed to hesitate, however, the sailor knew he couldn't, as if something he had scruples was holding him back.

When Ekmerd heard him, he asked with a little panic, "What? After arriving at your destination this time? Didn't you go to Sargos from the Woche? I saw the word Sagoth written on the stern of your ship, and you were in the Woche at the time, doesn't that mean that your next voyage is to Sagos?"

The sailor was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what was going on, and he couldn't help laughing, and said: "Boy, I think you have made a mistake in something! First of all, we must be sure that our ship does belong to Sagos, and after we arrive at our destination this time, we will definitely set sail back to Sagos, but it is not as you think, Sagos is the only place we can go, and the continent of Calradia is not only the two towns of Woche and Sagos have ports!"

"And where are you going this time?" asked Korsmund quickly.

"The Riva is there, and it's almost there!" said the sailor, pressing his right hand against a club-like object tied to his waist, as if hesitating to strike at Kersmoed.