Everyone looked at him in silence. Then Scarlet Moon stepped forward.

"Half-elf, do you want me to tell you a story?" she gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

"A story about a man and a woman, both of whom were lost and very scared.

With a heavy load, they arrived at a hotel.

The woman sang a song and the blue crystal staff worked a miracle and the mob attacked them.

There was a man who stepped up, and a man who took responsibility.

There was a man, a stranger who said, 'Let's get out of the kitchen'. ”

She smiled. "Robert, do you remember?"

"I remember," he whispered, completely caught in her charm.

"We're waiting for you, Robert. She said simply.

Tears blurred his vision again.

Robert kept blinking, then looked around.

River Breeze's stern face relaxed.

He smiled at the corner of his mouth and placed his hand on Robert's.

Calamon hesitated for a moment, then strode forward and hugged Robert in his usual bear hug.

"Take us to Karaman," Robert told Apollita as soon as he was able to breathe.

"We're going to go that way anyway. ”

The group rested by the water's edge for a while, resting as much as they could before embarking on the journey, and Apollita told them that the journey would be long and arduous.

"How are we going to get there? on a boat?" Robert watched as Douglas ripped off his red robe and jumped into the water.

Apollita looked at her husband and slapped the water with ease. "You swim over," she said.

"Didn't you think about how we brought you down, our magic and my husband's magic made it easy for you to breathe in the water. ”

"Are you going to turn us into fish?" asked Calamon in fear.

"You can think of it that way," replied Apollita. "We'll come to you at high tide. ”

Lena squeezed Calamon's hand hard. He also shook it tightly, and Robert noticed the two of them, intoxicated with each other, and suddenly felt the burden on his shoulders lightened.

No matter how much torture Calamon had in his heart, he had found a place to rely on so that he would not be swept away by the darkness.

"We will never forget this beautiful place," Lena whispered.

Apollita just smiled.

"Daddy!"

"What's the matter, little Roga?" the fisherman was accustomed to the cry of wonder from his son, who was just old enough to discover the wonders of the world, and did not look up.

The image that comes to mind is that the son finds another shoe stuck in the sand, or a starfish on the beach, and the fisherman continues to patch his net as the son rushes at him.

"Daddy," a tousled kid grabbed Daddy's knee and accidentally got himself into a fishing net, "a beautiful sister who drowned." ”

"Huh?" asked the fisherman absentmindedly.

"A beautiful sister. Drowned. The little boy said solemnly, pointing behind his back with a fat whirring hand.

The fisherman stopped what he was doing and stared blankly at his son. That's big news.

"A pretty young lady?

The child nodded and pointed to the beach behind him.

The fisherman squinted at the midday sun and looked at the long coastline.

Then he looked back at his son, frowning.

"Is this another story made up by Little Roga?" he asked solemnly.

"If you do, you'll probably be penalized for standing while you're having dinner. The child shook his head, his eyes wide open.

"No," he rubbed his ass. "I promise. ”

The fisherman frowned again and looked at the sea.

There was a storm last night, but he didn't hear any ships stranded on the reef.

Maybe the town's idiots went out to sea in a small boat last night and accidentally ran aground.

Worse, it could be murder. This is not the first corpse to be washed ashore with a knife stuck in his chest.

He called for his eldest son, who was just as he was rinsing, and the fisherman put down his work and stood up.

He was about to send his youngest son home when it suddenly occurred to him that they needed him to lead the way.

"Take us to the pretty lady," said the fisherman in a deep voice, glancing meaningfully at the other son.

Little Roga eagerly dragged his father to the beach, while his brother followed with heavy steps, afraid that he would find something terrible.

They had only walked a short distance, and the sight of the fisherman made him run forward at once, and the eldest son followed as fast as he could.

"Shipwreck, that's right!" said the fisherman, panting. "Damn dirt buns! I always like to go to sea in that kind of rotten boat. ”

There was not just one beautiful lady lying on the beach, but two,

There were also four men beside them, dressed in gorgeous clothes. Broken wood was scattered all over the place, clearly the wreckage of a small boat.

"Drowned," the little boy crouched down and patted one of the women.

"No, they didn't drown!" whispered the fisherman, feeling the woman's pulse.

One of the men, an older man who looked to be about fifty years old, had already begun to twitch, and he sat up and looked around.

As soon as he saw the fisherman, he immediately tried to shake his unconscious companion awake in fear.

"Robert, Robert!" the man shouted, shaking one of the bearded guys, who immediately sat up.

"Don't be afraid," said the fisherman, a wary look in his eyes, as he saw the bearded man.

"We will do our best to help you. David, run back to your mother.

Tell her to bring the blanket and the bottle of brandy I left over for the winter.

Come, Mademoiselle," he said, thoughtfully helping one of the women to sit up.

"Take it easy. You're going to be fine.

It's strange—" said the fisherman to himself, comforting the young lady in his arms.

"It looks like you almost drowned, but why didn't you drink any water...... the victims wrapped in blankets and led back to the fisherman's house near the beach.

They drank a lot of brandy here, plus all the secret recipes for drowning that the fisherman's wife could think of.

Little Roga looked at them proudly, knowing that his "catch" would become a topic of conversation among the villagers throughout the week.

"Thank you again for your help," Robert said gratefully.

"My pleasure," the man said vaguely.

"Be careful next time, if you want to go out to sea in one of those boats, please return as soon as you see the signs of a storm. ”

"Well, no problem, we—we'll definitely do it next time," Robert said, a little confused.

"Please tell us where this is......"

"You are in the north of the city," said the fisherman, shaking his hand. "It's about three or four miles.

David can take you in a carriage. ”

"You're so enthusiastic," Robert looked at the others hesitantly.

Everyone looked at him as well, and Calamon shrugged.

"Oh, I know that sounds a little weird, but we- we've been blown off course, and we're north of which city?!"

"Karaman City, of course," the fisherman looked at them suspiciously.

"Oh!" said Robert. With a faint smile, he turned to Calamon.

"I told you, we're uh- we're not too far from where we're going,"

"Don't we?" replied Calamon with wide eyes.

"Oh, we don't," Lena replied with an elbow on him. "yes, I think I'm wrong again, as usual. You know me, Robert, I never remember—"

"Don't be too exaggerated!" said River Wind in a low voice, and Calamon immediately stopped.

The fisherman looked at everyone, "You are a bunch of weirdos," he said.

"You don't remember how you crashed the ship.

Now you don't even know where you are. I'm sure you're all drunk, but it has nothing to do with me.

If you are going to listen to my advice, whether you are sober or drunk, never set foot on the boat again.

David, bring the carriage over. ”

The fisherman gave them one last look in disgust, took his little son on his shoulders, and went back to work.

His eldest son had disappeared, and he was supposed to go and drive the carriage over.

Robert sighed and looked back at his friends.

"Do any of you know how we got here?" he asked in a whisper.

"Or why are we dressed like this?"

One by one, everyone shook their heads.

"All I remember is the sea of blood and the maelstrom," Scarlet Moon said, "and the rest seems like a dream." ”

"I remember little Ray ......," Calamon said with an ugly face.

Then he felt Lena take his hand, and he looked down at her.

The expression on his face softened. "I remember—"

"Shhhh Calamon kissed her curls. "It wasn't a dream. She muttered.

"I remember a few things, too," Robert looked at Berclery gravely.

"But it's all fragments, and none of them can be pieced together clearly.

Well, there's no point in looking back, we have to look forward.

We have to go to Karaman and see what's going on over there.

I don't even know what day it is!so-"

"Recross," Callamon said, "we're going to Recross." ”

"Let's see," Robert said with a sigh.

Whether to go to Karaman or Recross is a question worth pondering.

Because there has been some sudden turmoil in Karaman's place recently, it is necessary to learn about the situation as soon as possible, and there will be great foresight for the future situation.

And Recross is the city they are most familiar with, and they have been exposed to this place from the beginning of their adventure to the present.

David returned with a lean horse and a wide carriage. The half-elf looked back at Karamon. "Are you sure you want to find your brother?" he asked quietly.

Calamon didn't answer, but it was clear to everyone what his answer was.

When the group arrived at Karaman in the morning, it was as if everything was back to square one......