Robert closed his mouth again and looked up.

Even when he kept talking, he felt the ship change.

The others began to look around, too.

It doesn't take an experienced sailor to feel that they are no longer shaking wildly in the wind and waves.

Now they were moving forward smoothly, and the feeling was so unnatural that it was chilling.

Before anyone could figure out what this was going on, there was a violent impact that nearly broke the door in half.

"Marstel told you to come up quickly!" Clough yelled rudely.

Robert glanced at the group quickly.

River Breeze's face was gloomy, and his eyes were looking straight at Robert, but there was no more light.

The Plainsman had always been reluctant to believe in non-humans, and after weeks of life-and-death adventures, he had come to regard Robert as his brother.

Is that relationship gone? Robert stared at him intently.

The river breeze avoided his gaze and walked past Robert in silence, and then, he stopped suddenly.

"You're right, friend. He said as he looked at Scarlet Moon, who was trying to stand up. "I loved too. ”

With that, he walked up to the deck without looking back.

Scarlet followed her husband in silence, silently looking at Robert, who could see the understanding and sympathy in her eyes.

She wants him to understand, and sometimes he can be very considerate.

Calamon hesitated for a moment, and walked past him without saying a word, and Rodrith quietly followed, never taking his eyes off Robert.

Was there joy in his golden eyes? Was Rodlis, who had long been suspected, happy to finally have a companion?

The half-elves didn't know what the mage was thinking. Then Lena walked over and thoughtfully patted him on the shoulder.

She knows what love is like......

Robert was left alone in the cabin, surrounded by his own dark thoughts.

Then, with a sigh, he followed his friend out of the cabin.

As soon as he stepped onto the deck, he immediately understood what was happening.

The others looked at the side of the boat, pale and under immense pressure.

Marstel paced non-stop on the foredeck, speaking fluent native language...... Cursing.

She heard Robert's footsteps and looked up, her dark eyes filled with resentment.

"You ruined us. She said bitterly. "You and that damn helmsman!"

Marstel's curses were superfluous to him, and he had kept repeating them in his own head.

Robert began to wonder if she had ever opened her mouth, or if it was all his own fantasy.

"We're stuck in a whirlpool. ”

The Perichu rushed forward like a lithe bird across the water.

But it was a bird with folded wings, and it rode the swirling blood-red current, slowly turning into the bottomless darkness.

The terrifying force calmed the surface of the sea, and it looked like a mirror—a hollow.

A never-ending roar rushed out from the dark waters.

Even the dark clouds above were driven to rotate together, and it seemed that all the objects in the surrounding space were captured by the whirlpool, silently moving towards the road of destruction.

Robert grabbed the rope with his aching hands.

Looking at the dark center of the whirlpool, he didn't feel fear, fear, only a strange numbness.

Nothing matters anymore. Death will be painless and welcome.

On this doomed ship, everyone stood silently, their eyes wide open in fear.

They were still some distance from the center of the whirlpool, which was tens of meters in diameter.

The water flows smoothly and smoothly. The storm above and around them was still raging, and the rain was still beating on their faces.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

They don't pay any attention to it anymore, they only see themselves being slowly being led into the center of darkness.

The terrifying sight in front of him was enough to wake Beclercle from his insensitiveness.

After the initial shock, Marstel began to call the shots in a hurry.

The sailors instinctively obeyed orders, but their efforts were useless.

The freshly mended sail now cracked mercilessly, the rope broke, and the people jumped into the sea screaming at its misfortune.

No matter how hard he tried, Berclery couldn't get this ship out of the clutches of the whirlpool.

Clough also began to help hold the steering wheel, but it was as hopeless as if to stop the world from turning.

Then, Berclery gave up, his shoulders lowered. He looked at the swirling water in front of him, ignoring Marstel and Clough.

His face was calm, and Robert noticed, just like the look he had on his face when he took Iban's hand and ran towards the crumbling stone on the wall of the New Grande.

The jewel on his chest glowed strangely, mirroring the red sea.

Robert felt a strong hand grab him by the shoulder, shaking him from the horror in front of him.

"Where's Robert!"

Robert turned, for a moment not recognizing the person in front of him as Calamon, and then he shrugged.

"What's the difference?" he said to himself.

"Let him die where he chooses. Robert said, "Calamon grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him vigorously. "Robert, that dragon god's secret treasure, his magic, maybe help—"

Robert suddenly came to his senses. "Oh my God, Calamon, you're right!"

The half-elf quickly glanced around, but he didn't see the mage.

A chill came over him, and the mage could help them, and of course himself!

Robert vaguely remembered what Albert had said, the creator of the Dragon God's Secret Treasure, and added a very strong will to survive to it.

"Down there!" shouted Robert. He pounced on the hatch and heard Calamon stumble behind.

"How?" asked River Breeze, pulling on the rope.

Robert shouted back.

"Rodlis, the dragon god's secret treasure. Stay back. I'll just deal with Calamon. You're here with other people. ”

Calamon Ilena began to run towards them until the river wind caught her.

She glanced at the warrior reluctantly, closed her mouth, and clutched the rope.

Calamon didn't pay attention. He rushed past Robert, his muscular body moving at unimaginable speed, running and jumping down the stairs leading to Malstre's cabin.

Robert saw that the door was open, swaying back and forth with the movement of the ship.

The half-elf rushed in, and as soon as they entered the doorway, they came to a sharp stop as if they had hit a wall.

Rodrith stood in the middle of the small room. He lit a candle and stuck it in the menorah above his head. The firelight made the mage's face look like a metal mask, and golden flames reflected in his eyes.

Rhodelis holds the loot they have obtained from Sivanasti, the secret treasure of the dragon god.

Robert noticed that it had grown in size, and it was now the size of a ball.

A wide variety of colors swirl inside. Robert felt dizzy and quickly looked away.

Calamon stood in front of Rodrith, his face as pale as a piece of paper, and Robert couldn't help but think of his dying face in his dreams.

Rodrith coughed, one hand clutching his chest. Robert stepped forward, but the mage quickly looked up.

"Robert, don't come near me!" said Rodrith with blood-stained lips.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to escape this fate, half-elf!" the mage let out an uncomfortable laugh that Robert had only heard twice before.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"How is that possible?" Robert felt like he was slowly surrounded by fear as he looked at the mage's golden eyes and the swirling colors inside the dragon god's treasure.

"With my magic, and the mana of the Dragon God's Secret Treasure.

It's simple, although your little mind may not be able to understand it.

I am now able to combine the energies of my body and soul into one.

I will become pure energy—a light, and it will be easier for you to understand it when you think so.

By becoming a light, I can be like the light of the sun, roaming the sky, appearing in a place and time of my choosing!"

Robert shook his head.

Rodlis was right, he really couldn't imagine it. He couldn't understand it, but it gave him hope.

"Can this dragon god's secret treasure turn all of us into light?"

"Maybe!" replied Rodrith coughing, "I'm not sure. But I'm not going to take that risk. I knew I could get away.

No one else has anything to do with me. You're the one who brought them to this field, half-elves, and you're responsible for getting them out!"

Anger replaced fear. "At least, put your brother—" he said angrily.

"It's just me. Rodrith narrowed his eyes. "Go back. ”

Crazy, desperate anger filled Robert's mind. He had to let Rodrith hear the truth.

They must be able to use this mage to escape!Robert has some knowledge of spells, and he knows that Rodrith does not dare to cast spells now, because he must use all his mind to control the dragon god's secret treasure.

Robert rushed forward, seeing a silver glow in the mage's hand.

From his hand, a silver dagger appeared seemingly out of nowhere, which had been cleverly hidden in the mage's sleeve.

Robert stopped and looked Rodrith in the eye.

"Okay," Robert gasped. "You're going to get rid of me without thinking about it.

But you shouldn't hurt your brother. Calamon, stop him!"

Calamon rushed at his twin brother. Rodrith raised his silver dagger to warn him.

"One step further, and I'll kill you!" roared the magician, his tone unmistakably domineering.

"Rodlis, what are you doing here?" Seeing the commotion in the distance, River Wind hurried to where they were.

"Robert deceived us, yes, but you don't want to kill him, do you?"

The corners of Rodlish's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this, and he let out a long sigh, he didn't want to say it so bluntly, even unbearable.

The magician's pale face actually flushed with a hint of redness, but his expression was terrifyingly distorted, as if he was going to eat the other party alive.