The Flren never considered the starry sky to be cold, because the resentment and kindness that the gods had prepared for humanity, good fortune or misfortune, were described by the trajectory of the stars.

However, when Morris was alone in the bow of the ship, the noise behind him was unintelligible, and when he saw that there was only one boat left, the depth and vastness of the starry sky, the grandeur and the unknown of the deep sea, and the sudden intertwining of the two, the sense of fear that suddenly intertwined the two almost suffocated.

"We bear the power of the stars, but we are not destined to go against them. He remembered his teacher's words.

He almost accepted the subordination between the stars and fate because of this sentence, because he knew that the teacher's explanation of fate had never been missed.

Mystical inheritance has always been like this, it is closely related to art and faith. Very few casters are value-neutral, and Morris is not one of them. He could not separate the teacher's "technique" from "thought".

Eventually, he gave up the study of astrology in order to abandon this dark determinism.

But at this moment, he recalled some shallow astrological knowledge, and the starry sky turned into a complex code in his eyes, and he pried open a little mystery.

Not a good sign.

Obviously, everything is clearly on the right track.

Morris thought worriedly. He had a gut feeling that something was going to happen. This bad premonition is the same as his guess about the mermaid, although it is chasing the wind and catching shadows, but it is more like the gangrene of the bones. As long as he moves, it is difficult to shake off. He couldn't control himself from thinking about these things.

Do I have OCD?

Morris sighed, and he collected his thoughts and picked up the furry bird in his hand. Then he whispered a short incantation, and the wavering and soaring thoughts of his heart gradually turned into a willless will, like a banner in the night, and the stars began to twinkle again, and miracles extended from his hands to his body made of straw and hemp rope.

Morris threw the bird into the sky, and it flew sluggishly, stumbling in its posture because of Morris's skill.

But magic is firmly at work in its body.

Morris glanced back, and all the lanterns were gathered in the middle of the deck, and no one noticed his movements.

This is good. The caster is to avoid the calamity of the Above-Board. Morris muttered to himself, and he suddenly came to his senses. He wanted to hide in the shadows, but the teacher had been standing on the top of the tower to guide Navarre.

It turned out that he had already made a different choice from his teacher.

......

The bird hovers in the sky, and the vision expands, and the miracle moves in between. Morris closed his eyes and avoided distractions from his true vision. But the noise of the present world, the noise of the ship, still echoed in his ears, and he had a sense of confusion that was not too serious.

He saw the sea as the bird saw.

Unlike the sea of lights and signals in the previous life, the sea of Tirel is the most primitive and rugged. And the perspective of flying down magnified this feeling, giving him the illusion of flying alone on the sea.

It was not touching for Morris to see that the ocean and the endless night were set against each other, the sea was as black as ink, the ink waves were rolling, and the boundlessness made people chill in their hearts. He felt his insignificance so deeply that he could barely breathe.

He almost thought he was back in a shipwreck.

The starry sky is reflected in the water, and some white-headed waves roll in the sea breeze. Occasionally, large creatures in the sea float to the surface of the sea and make waves, and large swaths of sea water fall on the huge, eerie bodies in the faint light.

Nothing. The remaining miracles are like candles in the wind, and the birds are crumbling. Morris had let it hover for a long time, and some enthusiastic sailors came over to talk to him, and he coped with it casually.

Hold on a little longer. Morris demanded it.

The bird was wailing, its body was far from sturdy, and some of the straw was blown off as it flew into the wind.

It's not far enough, it's not clear enough. Morris emphasized. He saw a small dot in the distance, like a fire. He drove this false life to spread its wings and fly. His mind is also tied to it.

He saw it, it was......

The straw and hemp rope that make up the bird's body collapsed in the air, the miracle dissipated, and its life span had come to an end. The connection between magic and magic was abruptly severed, and it was as if Morris had plunged headlong into the sack that someone had prepared, and he spun back for a while, then crouched down and retched.

I see it. Morris's head was a mess.

Some of the crew noticed Mulris's anomaly, but they thought he had drunk too much, and they were joking about him not far away. But he couldn't care anymore.

I saw......

Morris struggled to get up, he staggered to the high platform where the navigator worked, and he removed the horn that hung on the ladder. Peters noticed his movements, and he put down his glass and stood up.

The old and dignified navigator thought that Morris was drunk, and he walked over quickly. But Peters stopped him, and he motioned for him to wait and see.

Morris felt a surge of blood, and a bad premonition almost took over his brain, and he drew his sword and cut the hemp rope of the lantern hanging on the high platform. The falling lantern made a "clang" sound, and oil and sparks splashed on the deck.

This has attracted the attention of some people.

Morris raised his horn. The bird's pre-dying vision flashed through his mind, and he took a deep breath and blew it in with all his might.

"Woo ......", a solemn horn sounded in this sea area. It overshadowed the sound of the revelers playing. A drunken Barres is playing bagpipes for the rest of the crew, but is interrupted by the sound of a horn. He stood up disgruntled and was about to open his mouth to curse, but Peters glared at him and made him suffocate himself.

The veteran captain had already spotted a problem with Morris's actions.

The sound of the horn fell, and Morris put it down, and he met the strange gaze of all the crew under the high platform. People who are crooked, people whose faces are flushed, people who are in the mood for wine. He was a little timid for a moment.

Henry was in the crowd, but the heartless fellow laughed loudly, and he applauded Morris vigorously:

"Great! Morris! Look at Robert's face, it's like a piece of shit!"

Robert was the name of the navigator, and his face was pale.

This unfortunate child must have been very drunk. Morris thought.

April covered her mouth and looked at him with some concern, but her big eyes sparkled. The mischievous little girl discovers a more interesting toy than a telescope – the navigator's horn.

None of that matters anymore. Importantly......

"Enemy Attack !!"

Morris roared hoarsely, his face flushed, and the last of his last notes were torn.

Everyone's faces changed significantly. Boss Peters was the first to come up, and he extinguished the spark on the deck with his foot, and the hout captain sneered:

"Boy, what do you see?"

Morris was condescending, but the pressure from Peters was overwhelming. He put away the saber in his hand, recalled the last image of the magic, and replied with great composure:

"I see ......"

But before Morris could finish his sentence, an arrow shot through the night and plunged into his chest.

The tremendous force and pain caused him to fall to his knees on the high platform. Blood splattered.

He doesn't need to explain this now. Peters was the first to draw his sword from his waist. He turned back to the crew and roared:

"Get your weapons out of the cabin!