Robert followed Aqua to her cabin and squeezed in.

Even with only two people, this cabin was a little too small. The Perichu is a small boat that is designed for fast sailing.

Skilled in her trade, Marstel needed to slip in and out of port quickly, loading or unloading cargo that wasn't hers.

Sometimes, she would take some fat sheep from Tarsis or Paranzas and add vegetables, board the ship quickly, and then run away as fast as she could.

She had long been accustomed to outclassing the huge ships of the Dragoons, but she had a strict line of not touching them.

It is now common to see dragoons' ships "escorting" some merchant ships at sea.

In fact, Marstel had lost money on her last two voyages, which is why she would accept passengers – something that would never have happened under normal circumstances.

The half-elf took off his helmet and leaned over the table, barely sitting down, for he was not used to rocking the hull.

Marstel easily kept his balance and continued to stand.

"So, what do you want?" she asked, yawning. "I told you we couldn't sail. The surface of the sea—"

"We have to ask for it. Robert interjected suddenly.

"Listen!" said Marstel patiently (reminding himself that he was a paying guest), "if you get in trouble, it's none of my business.

I'm not going to risk my crew and boat—"

"Not me. Robert interjected, looking directly at Marstelle.

"It's you. ”

"Me?" said Marstel stepped back in surprise.

Robert folded his hands on the table, his eyes looking at them.

The movement of the boat bobbing up and down, and his experience over the past few days, made him feel a little sick and vomit now.

Seeing his pale green skin and obvious bags under his eyes, Malstel felt that even the corpses she had seen were in better condition than the half-elves.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I- I was captured by a dragoon...... Three days ago. Robert looked at his hand and whispered.

"No, I guess 'captive' is not the right word.

He- he saw me dressed like this, and thought I was his subordinate. I had to follow him back to the camp.

I stayed in their camp for a few days. I- I discovered one thing.

I know why the dragoons and dragonmen are searching for the Frios. I know who they're looking for. “

"Really?" asked Marstel, realizing that his fear was spreading to her like a contagion. "It won't be the Perichus—"

"Your helmsman. Robert finally looked up at her. "Belcleral. ”

"Berclaire!" Marstel repeated in shock. "For what?

The man was mute, and mentally retarded! A good helmsman, but nothing more.

What the hell did he do to get the Dragoon to come and arrest him himself?"

"I don't know. Robert said tiredly, "I can't ask."

I'm not sure if they know! But they were ordered to find him at all costs and bring him to—"

He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the flickering oil lamp, "After darkness, the morning light stains the rough seas with a layer of red light.

For a moment, it shone on Marstel's shoulder, as if a flame had jumped out of her earrings.

She nervously stroked her carefully groomed hair with her hands.

Marstel felt a tightness in his throat. "Let's throw him away!" she said calmly, bracing herself on her feet with her hands.

"Let's put him ashore, and I can find another helmsman—"

"Listen!" Robert grabbed Marstel by the arm, forcing her to stop.

"They probably knew he was here, and even if they didn't, it wouldn't make a difference if they caught him.

If they find out he's been here, on this ship—they'll ask, and trust me, they've got a way for the dumb to talk.

They're going to arrest you, they're going to arrest everyone on board. Catch you or get rid of you. ”

He took his hand away, realizing that he didn't have the strength to grab her. "It's something they've done in the past, I know.

The dragoon will tell me. Entire villages were destroyed, people were tortured, killed.

Anyone who comes into contact with this guy is doomed. They were afraid that the secret of this guy would spread because of it, and they couldn't allow such a thing to happen. ”

Marstel sat down. "Belclaire?" she whispered in disbelief.

"They can't do anything because of this storm," said Robert wearily, 'and the dragoons will be sent to Sorenia to deal with the war over there.

But her dragoon will be back today. Next—" He couldn't go on.

He held his head in his hands and trembled.

Marstel looked at him bewilderedly. Is this true?

Or did he just make up these stories to get her out of danger?, watching him collapse feebly on the table, Malstel cursed under his breath.

This captain has a pair of sharp eyes, which can be said to be innumerable.

She had to do this in order to control the trained sailors under her command.

So she knew the half-elf wasn't lying. At least not too many lies.

She surmised that there were things he hadn't said, but the story of Becleral, as strange as it sounded, was true.

It all made sense, she thought uneasily, cursing herself. She prides herself on her judgment and intuition.

But she inadvertently overlooked Berclery's unusualness. Why?, she curled the corners of her mouth contemptuously.

She liked it when he admitted it. He was like a child, joyful and pure.

So she ignores the unusualness that he doesn't want to go ashore, his fear of strangers, who works eagerly for pirates but doesn't want to share in their catch.

Marstel sat for a moment, feeling the boat rock. She looked outside and saw the golden sunlight shining on the white waves.

Then the sun was swallowed by the low-hanging dark clouds. "It can be dangerous to force a voyage, but if the wind is right, I'd rather go out into the open sea. ”

She muttered to herself. "It's better than being stuck here like a mouse. ”

Aqua made up his mind, quickly stood up, and walked to the door. Then she heard Robert's wail, and she looked back at him sympathetically.

"Come on, half-elf. Marstel said thoughtfully. She helped him to his feet with one hand.

"You feel a little better when you get some fresh air on deck. You'll have to tell your friends anyway.

This voyage was anything but a lazy sea trip. Do you know the danger you are taking?"

Rob nodded. He leaned against Marstel and walked onto the rocking deck.

"I'm sure you didn't tell me everything. Marstel held his breath, opened the door, and helped Robert up the stairs.

"I'm betting the Dragoons aren't just looking for Belcleral. But I have a feeling that this is not the first time that you and your friends have faced such storms and waves.

I just hope that your good luck will last.

Perichu swayed in the rough seas, sailing half-sail, and the ship seemed a little reluctant, struggling to gain every inch of speed.

Luckily, the wind changed direction and blew steadily from the southwest, leading them straight to the Ishtar Sea of Blood.

For they were to go to Karaman, northeast of Forossen, and cross Ras Nordmar.

So the current course is a bit off, but Marstel doesn't care, she just wants to get as far away from land as possible.

She told Robert that they might even be able to go all the way northeast, directly to the Minotaur's hometown, Mislath.

Although there were several minotaurs who fought in the army after the darkness, they did not ally with her.

According to Clough, the Minotaurs wanted to trade their loyalty for the East Andrea continent.

And the control of East André has just been transferred to a new dragoon, a goblin named Kidd.

The Minotaurs also have little affection for humans and elves, but they are of little use to the Dragoons at this juncture.

Aqua and her crew had previously taken refuge in Misrath. This time, at least for a short time, they could still hide there.

Robert was not happy about the delay, but his fate was out of his hands.

Thinking of this, the half-elf looked at the man standing in the center of the flames and the storm.

Berclery was at the helm, controlling the wheel with a firm hand, his empty face showing no concern or the slightest expression of concern.

If Robert had looked closely at the front of the man's shirt, he might have seen a faint green glow.

Many months ago, he had seen the green gem shining on his chest in New Grande, what kind of dark secret was hidden in his chest?

Why would hundreds of dragonmen waste their time looking for him here when the entire war was still stalemate?

Why was Ella willing to give up the command of Sorenia's legion and come here to oversee the search just because there were rumors that he was here?

"He's the key!" Robert recalled Ella's words, "and if we catch him, Candela will succumb to the skirt behind the darkness."

At that time, the whole world will no longer have the power to stop us!"

Robert shuddered, looked at the man in surprise, and felt his stomach weigh like a bag of wet flour.

Belclery seemed so detached and so isolated.

It seems that the whole world has nothing to do with him. Was he, as Marstel had said, mentally retarded?

Why is he so interested in him after the darkness, and he does not hesitate to waste manpower and financial resources to mobilize the crowd to obtain his whereabouts. The reason why the dragoon will appear on the island must be because of this.

It was true that Berclere was a dangerous fellow, and many people on the ship stayed away. But Rodlis knew very well that he was only forced to be helpless, so he decided to wait and see for a while, with the same attitude towards Robert.