He was like that, she tiredly reminded herself.

He looked like he was fifty or sixty years old, and though he was the best helmsman she'd ever seen, he was still a kid in mind.

"I'm sorry, Berclery. Aqua said with a sigh.

"I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just that the storm...... Makes me nervous.

Come on, don't look at me like that. I wish you could speak.

I wish I knew what's going on in your head, if it's still moving!

Hey, ignore me. When you're done, go down and rest.

For the last few days of the storm, you'll probably have to stay in the cabin. ”

Belclery smiled at her, innocent, childlike smile.

Marstel smiled back, shook his head, and hurried away.

All she could think about was how to get her beloved ship through the storm.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Berclery walking out of the cabin, and by the time her first mate stepped forward to report, she had completely forgotten about the man.

The first mate replied that he had found most of the sailors, and that only about a third of them were drunk or immobile......

Beclaire lay in the room of the crew on Perichu.

When the first gusts of the storm hit the Perichu, the hammock shook violently.

The Perichu is currently anchored in Vorosin Harbor in the Blood Sea of Ishta.

Berclery put a pair of hands, too young for a fifty-year-old, behind his head and looked up at the oil lamp that swayed back and forth on the ceiling.

"Hey, Belclery. There's a bit of a weird road here.

We've been hunting in this forest for so long, and we've never seen this road before. ”

"What's so strange. The wildfires burned some bushes, but that's about it.

I don't know if it's just a beast's path. “

"Let's take a look. If this is a trail for beasts, maybe we can find a deer.

We've been out hunting all day and haven't caught anything. I hate going home empty-handed. ”

She didn't wait for my answer, and turned and walked down the trail. I shrugged and followed.

Today, the first warm day after the end of winter, feels very comfortable in the wilderness.

The sun was shining warmly on my shoulders and neck. It's easy to walk through this freshly burned wildfire-stricken forest, and no vines will trip you up.

No bushes will pull your clothes. Lightning, maybe that thunderstorm last fall.

The officer of the Dragon Legion slowly walked down the stairs of the Morrowind Inn.

It's past midnight. Most of the guests at the hotel have already gone to bed.

The only sound the officer could hear was the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

The officer scanned the lobby of the hotel below with a sharp eye in the stairwell.

There was no one underneath, except for a dragonman who was drunk and asleep on the table.

The dragonman's wings fluttered with every snort. The wooden table shook beneath his body, making an unpleasant noise.

The officer smiled and continued down the stairs. He was wearing a steel armor that resembled the dragon scale armor of a dragoon.

His helmet covers his head and face, making it difficult to see his appearance. The only thing visible under the helmet's shadow was the red beard, which made him look like a human - under the stairs.

The officer stopped abruptly, apparently not expecting the owner of the shop to be awake and yawning and looking at the account books.

The officer of the Dragon Legion nodded and was about to quietly walk out of the inn, but the innkeeper spoke.

"Are you waiting for the Dragoon tonight?"

The officer stopped and half-turned. Keeping his face buried in the shadows, he pulled out a pair of gloves and put them on.

The weather was very cold, and the seaside city of Flora was enveloped by a storm of intensity not seen in three hundred years.

"In this weather?" said the officer disdainfully.

"Absolutely impossible, even a dragon can't fly in this weather!"

"That's right. This night is not suitable for either man or beast," agreed the shopkeeper.

He looked at the officer shrewdly. "What do you have to do tonight to go out in this weather?"

The officer looked coldly at the shopkeeper. "I don't think it matters to you where I'm going or what I'm going to do, right?"

"I didn't mean to pretend to be at you. The innkeeper said quickly, raising his hand as if trying to block the attack. "Just if the Flower Rider is coming back and misses you a little, I'll be happy to tell her where to find you. ”

"There's no need. The officer muttered, "I—I left her a note......

Explain where I went. Anyway, I'll be back before Ming Ping. I- I just want some fresh air. “

"I don't doubt it at all!" snickered the owner. "You didn't leave her room for three whole days, or three nights.

Don't be angry—" He saw the eyes under the officer's helmet glint with rage, "I admire the man who has kept her satisfied for so long.

Where is she going?"

"The dragoon will be ordered to go somewhere in the east, near Sorenia, to solve some problems. The officer replied with a frown.

"If I were you, I wouldn't bother with her. ”

"No, no. The shopkeeper hurriedly said. "Of course not.

So I wish you a good night - what's your name? She introduced you, but I can't remember it. ”

"Robert. The officer's voice was a little muffled, "Half-elf Robert." I wish you a good night too. ”

The officer nodded coldly, pulled his gloves hard, tightened his cloak, opened the door to the inn, and stepped into the storm.

A strong wind blew into the inn, blowing out the candles and blowing the innkeeper's books to the ground.

The officer struggled for a moment to close the door, while the innkeeper cursed and picked up the ledgers all over the floor.

The officer finally closed the door, and the whole inn was warm and quiet again.

Looking out of the window, the innkeeper saw the officer walk through the front window.

He bowed his head to the wind, his cloak fluttering behind him.

Another person was also paying attention to the officer. The moment the door closed, the originally drunk dragonman immediately raised his head, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Carefully rising from the table, his steps swift and steady. He crept forward with his paws and ran to the window to look out.

The dragonman waited for a few minutes, then sprang out of the doorway and disappeared into the storm.

The innkeeper saw the dragonman and the officer, heading in the same direction.

He walked over and looked out the window, and the night was dark outside, the wind and rain were raging, and the tall lampposts lit with tar were swaying in the rain.

The innkeeper saw the officer turn to a street leading to the busiest part of the city, while the dragonman crept behind in the shadows.

The innkeeper shook his head and woke up the night shift clerk who was dozing off behind the counter.

"I have a hunch that the Dragoon will be back tonight, with or without a storm. The owner looked at the sleepy-eyed waiter.

"Wake me up as soon as she comes back. ”

He shuddered and looked at the night outside. The image of an officer walking down an empty street in the pouring rain came to mind, and the dragonman sneakily followed.

"Think about it again," said the shopkeeper, "and don't bother me." ”

The storm blocked the Furo ginseng tonight. Bars, which usually stay open all night, are facing the storm with their doors and windows closed.

The streets were deserted, and no one wanted to go out into the streets under this storm that was strong enough to blow down a person and penetrate the warmest clothing.

Robert walked briskly, head bowed, along the building that could shelter the storm. His beard soon became covered with a ring of ice chips, and the hail hit his face with a faint pain.

The half-elf cursed under his breath, complaining about the cold armor that clung to the skin of the ground.

He kept looking back, carefully watching to see if anyone was following him.

But in this weather, visibility is almost zero. The heavy rain mixed with hail allowed him to see only the outline of the building, let alone anything else.

After a while, he found himself focused on the road in front of him.

He soon froze and stiffened, and he no longer had the leisure to wonder if someone was following him.

He didn't stay in the city for long, only four days to be exact.

And most of that time was spent on her. Robert looked at the street signs and drove the thought out of his mind.

He only vaguely understood where he was going. The hotel where his friends stayed was on the edge of the town.

Away from the marina, away from bars and chances.

For a while, he was seriously thinking about what to do if he got lost. He didn't dare to ask anyone else......

Then he found his way. Stumbling along the frozen road on the deserted streets, he was almost moved to tears when he saw the signs swinging wildly in the wind.

He couldn't remember the name, but he recognized it when he saw it: Black Carbon.

The name of the hotel, he thought, was a bit silly, and he was so frozen that he could barely hold the handle of the door.

He opened the door, was blown in by the wind, and it took some more effort to close the door.

This kind of rotten place doesn't need a staff on duty at night.

By the light of a stinking smoking iron basin, Robert saw candles piled up on the counter, presumably for late diners.

His hands were shaking, and he could barely light a candle. It took a few minutes for his unassuming hands to steady.

Lighting a candle, he walked up the stairs in the faint light.

If he had turned around and looked closely, he would have noticed a suspicious figure in the attic across the street.

However, his eyes were only focused on the stairs and did not look back.

"Karamon!"

The stout warrior immediately straightened up, his right hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword before turning back to spring Rodris.

"I heard a voice outside the door. Rodrith whispered. The sound of the scabbard striking the armor. ”

Calamon shook his head, trying to chase the drowsiness away.

He climbed out of bed, sword in hand, and tiptoed to the door until he could hear the noise outside.

A man in armor, sneakily walking down the hallway outside the door.

Calamon faintly saw the light of the candle coming in from under the door.