On a sunny morning, Jiarong said goodbye to the old mage who depended on her life, carried her bag, and went down the mountain with the apple wood witch staff that the ten-year-old mage had made for her.

Because she was going to the mage academy in the temple to continue her education.

Strode two miles down the road to the port of Gree Island.

The scene at the dock made Jia Rong feel that his eyes, ears and brain were affected.

Ships of all sizes are moored at the harborside, some being towed for repairs, others loading and unloading cargo. Sailors shouted loudly in bizarre dialects, dock workers carried chests on their backs and swiftly weaved through barrels, cables, piles of oars, and crowds, and bearded merchants in robes spoke as they cautiously walked along the slimy stone paths......

She used to look down from the mountains and think it was a sparkling and quiet bay, with the occasional sail skimming the sea like a seabird, and everything was as beautiful as a painting. I never thought the reality was such a mess – yelling, rushing, anger, nervousness, busyness, and a foul smell.

Of course, there was wind on the docks, blowing from the sea, but it was completely different from the fresh, slightly salty smell she felt on the mountain, which was full of smells of stinky fish, rotten fruit, expired spices, dung, and the mixed smell of sweat and livestock.

She was accustomed to the vast sky and the fresh air on the mountain, and the stench made her feel the urge to turn away and go back to the mountain at once. Still, I held back.

"I guess that's how the immortals feel when they first enter the mortal world!" she comforted herself, and then merged into the flow of people, struggling to move forward in the chaos.

"Get out of the way!" a shoulder rudely slammed away Jiarong and disappeared into the crowd of pushes and shoved.

Jiarong retreated to the side of the road, raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead, it was still spring, it seemed that it was much hotter under the mountain. Now she needs to find a boat and get on the boat and leave the dock as soon as possible.

But there are so many ships at the docks, which one should I look for?

"Boy, you're a mage apprentice?, you're going to land?" a tall, fat figure blocked the sunlight in front of Jiarong. Jiarong has worn men's clothes since he was a child, because he can freely go wild in the mountains.

Jiarong looked up and saw a round face—because there was too much meat, the original raised parts of the face seemed to be about to be smoothed out, and nodded.

"I have a ship that is about to set sail. Can you manipulate the weather?" the fat captain looked at the wand in Jiarong's hand.

"Yes. Jiarong replied dryly, but he hadn't tried it, and added in his heart.

"Alright then, my boat can take you to the Mosquito Bay pier on the other side. As long as you're willing to help control the wind when you need it. Captain Fat looked in a good mood as he pointed to a small boat on the edge of the dock.

It was a small ship, the hold was already full of cargo, and several crew members were securing the cargo with ropes, and a long, blue squid flag fluttered on the high mast.

"Good. ”

"Very good, then you get on the boat first, and say that you are the heavenly weather master I invited, and find a place that is not in the way after you get on the boat. I went to the harbormaster to get the paperwork. The fat captain waved his hand at Jia Rong, and then squeezed into the crowd.

On board, Jiarong found that he couldn't find a place that was out of the way, and there were boxes, barrels, and iron drums that were bundled and stacked neatly. She had no choice but to go to the stern of the boat, sit down on a barrel by the pile, sort of settle herself, and then look curiously at the inside and outside of the ship.

The fat captain soon returned to the ship, and he sat on a thick supporting plank where the keel and bow met, and the bow was carved into a serpentine shape. There was also a young man sitting beside him, holding a drumstick and resting on a large drum.

The sailors jumped aboard, and they were all sturdy men with very strong arms, and their thick arms were full of knotted muscles.

A helmsman walked to the right of the stern post and took his position, waiting for the captain's order.

The captain's voice was as loud as his belly, and his roar of "open the boat" sounded like thunder at the stern of the ship. The cable was untied and towed out of the dock by two rowing boats.

Then the captain shouted, "Open the oars!"

The drums sounded, and five large oars on each side of the boat "clicked" and launched at the same time. The sailors arched their backs and paddled to the sound of the drums.

Like a flying fish, the boat rowed towards the empty and silent sea. The noisy riots in the harbor were thrown behind at once.

Jiarong looked back, looking away from Gree Island and the protruding Mt. Toribe. From here, you can only see the green slopes and the abrupt red rocks at the top of the mountain. The wooden house where he and the old mage lived was probably hidden by the trees, but Jiarong painted it in his heart.

After some time, the ship raised its sails and moved forward by the wind, and the sailors stopped to rest.

Jiarong found that the speed of the ship he was on was not very fast, probably because the cargo was too loaded and the draft was too deep. After a while, two cargo ships with red carp flags and a large ship with colored squid flags passed by. Now a small cargo ship with a small sturgeon flag is chasing after it.

There was a whoop from the resting sailors.

Jiarong couldn't understand their dialect, but he could probably guess from their demeanor and movements, they were dissatisfied with the small boat that caught up behind, and they endured it when they were overtaken by the big ship, and being overspeeding by a small cargo ship of the same level was as embarrassing as being slapped in the face.

The fat captain took a bamboo tube in each hand and walked towards the stern. Although the speed of the boat is not too fast, the boat will always be slightly bubbly as it moves through the waves, but the captain walks steadily.

"Come, take a sip!" the fat captain handed over the bamboo tube he was holding in his left hand.

It was ale wine, and there was still delicate white foam piled up at the mouth of the bamboo tube, Jiarong reached out to take it, but he didn't drink it. She used to drink only water on the island.

"Little mage, can you help cast a spell wind to make the boat faster?" may need Jiarong's help, but the fat captain didn't call her "kid" this time.

Jiarong looked up at the sails that were blowing in the wind, and then looked back at the ship that was getting closer and closer, "I'll try." ”

Jiarong began to recall the spell she had memorized, then handed the bamboo tube back to the fat captain, and in his hand the oak wand, stood up, facing the sails, and silently recited the incantation.

The wind suddenly became stronger, the sails were blown more inflated, and the speed of the ship increased considerably, and the distance between it and the small cargo ship behind it was widened a little.

"Little mage, it's good, if you can, you let the spell wind blow a little longer, and our ship will probably arrive at the Mosquito Bay Pier in no time!" The fat captain was obviously very satisfied with the effect of Jiarong's spell wind, he looked at the small cargo ship that was gradually thrown away behind him, and laughed proudly, and with his laughter, his fat belly also trembled.

When he had laughed enough, he brought the bamboo tube close to his fat face and drank half a cup in one go. Probably too happy, he didn't notice that he was drinking the tube that Jiarong handed back just now.

There was also a cheer from the rest of the ship's sailors, and a few of them whistled at the smaller and smaller cargo ship.

Maybe the smile on the fat captain's face was too bright, or the cheers and whistles of the oarsmen were too uplifting, and Jiarong's face was also smiling.

She felt a little excited.

She had memorized many spells in the mountains, but she had practiced very little, and it was the first time she had manipulated the sea breeze at sea.

She couldn't help but strengthen her spell, and the ship sailed faster.

A large ship appeared in front of it, with colorful squid flags floating on the high mast, and those spirited squid feet flew in the air, as if beckoning.

It should be the one that overtook not long ago.

"Catch up with it," I don't know who shouted.

Jiarong once again strengthened the spell wind he controlled, and the small cargo ship galloped in the direction of the big ship, the sun shining on the waves, and the ship moved quickly to produce a huge wave of mist, like a rain of glittering pearls.

"Turn the rudder half a circle to the right and avoid the way straight ahead. The fat captain hurriedly gave orders to the helmsman. He just wanted the boat to move faster, not to hit the ship.

The people on the big boat in front may have seen the small boat's movements, and two figures appeared in the stern.

Jiarong suddenly felt that something was wrong, the spell wind he controlled encountered resistance, as if it was blocked by an invisible wall, the ship slowed down, and a small tornado actually rose on the sea in front of him, whistling towards the boat.

"There's an archmage on that ship!" the fat captain hissed, pale, "Hit the rudder, get out of the way!" and shouted as he ran towards the stern post, and of course the bamboo tube in his hand was thrown away.

With the captain's shout, the sailors who were talking and laughing also began to run, some ran to the mainmast to lower the sails, and some ran back to the paddling position, and the figure of the ship shook.

Jia Rong didn't care about them, she let go of the spell wind she had controlled, and blessed another wind control spell to blow towards the small tornado that was strengthening.

The crew only felt a whistling overhead, and then saw a small tornado in the sea in front of the bow of the ship suddenly spin sideways to the left.

"Ahh The helmsman beside him, his hands still on the rudder, his fingers trembling slightly, and he didn't know which direction to rudder.

"It's okay. Jiarong raised the spell wind again, slowly puffing out the sails. The awakened helmsman hurriedly turned the rudder and allowed the ship to continue sailing in the direction of Mosquito Bay.

"No, no, little mage," the fat captain got up from the plank and rushed to Jiarong's side, "You've been doing magic for so long, it's time to rest." Let's take our time, don't rush, and just arrive in the afternoon. There was a panicked look on the captain's fat face.

Jia Rong didn't understand why the fat captain looked panicked when he saw that he had raised the spell wind again, but she still stopped the spell and obediently sat back on the barrel to rest.

She was just a passenger, to be precise, a "celestial waiter" who was temporarily hired in order to be able to ride the ship for free, and of course she had to obey the captain's command.

"Little mage, I think they thought they were treating us like 'sea wolves', so they did it to us. The fat captain seemed to see Jiarong's thoughts, he sat on a wooden barrel next to Jiarong, and slapped his fat hand on his thigh: "Our ship was too fast just now, and a normal cargo boat can't go so fast." You know, usually a boat like ours won't invite a celestial master, it's too expensive to afford, at most go ask for a peace charm. ”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Jiarong, and said hehe twice in embarrassment.

It turned out that he had just let the boy ride his own boat on a whim.

Unexpectedly, although this young man was young, his spells were really good! Let his little cargo ship, which was about to be overloaded, drive as fast as a pirate ship! So much so that the big ship in front of him misunderstood, and actually took action to punish or warn, and the captain did not know whether to cry or laugh for a while.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, ready to say a few nice words to the little mage, after all, such a potential little mage could not be offended.

"Captain, no, waves—" I don't know who shouted.

"What waves—" cried the fat captain angrily, and his voice stopped abruptly. He was horrified to see that the sea in front of the ship had somehow swelled with a big wave, and the waves were so high that they could slap their little cargo ship to the bottom of the sea with a single wave!

"Little mage, help—" The fat captain howled and pounced on Jiarong.