VI

It's been a few days since I set sail. The ship was resupplied with water and fresh vegetables for the last time in the Taron Islands, and has not docked again since.

The sea is generally calm, but sometimes it can be very stormy. It is fickle and irritable.

Every day, Lesa Helmont looks at the sea from the side of the boat and breathes in the air with the smell of the sea. The musty smell in the cabin was too strong, and it was very uncomfortable to stay for a long time.

Lesa hates the cabin. She remembers that when she fled her hometown for the New World three years ago, she was so seasick that she was in the cabin from beginning to end, smelling a bad smell. On that occasion, she almost died of oceanic syndrome – a so-called "disease that even the Pope can't cure." Countless pioneers died of the disease, and it was much later that medical scientists were able to isolate many of the components of the disease. If it weren't for the ship's priest who hung her life with magic and holy water, she might have been thrown into the sea long ago.

However, this voyage was different. Life on board, every day is fresh and interesting.

Every morning, set up a buzz to wake yourself up, get up and watch the stars melt into the morning light.

Every morning, sit leisurely on the bow of the boat and watch the sea, and catch fish with activated fishing rods and frost bombs.

At noon, prepare lunch with the sailors in the kitchen and help them make some ingredients that are not available at sea to make a variety of dishes. For example, you can make seaweed look like kale.

In the afternoon, when the sea is calm, take the Golden Golem Giant to the aft deck to do alchemy experiments, and by the way, study the new things that I got last time.

After dinner, go and help the sailors harvest seaweed, which is converted into planks and materials for the next day's repairs. After seeing the astrology every night, I went to sleep beautifully.

Sailors could see that glittering figure every day, and this figure could appear in every corner of the ship. The sailors were very amiable to her, quite different from the rumoredly rude, fierce men of the sea.

She loved the "Emperor Cleon" and its crew - she thought she might have fallen in love with sailing.

This afternoon, she stayed alone in her room as usual, mixing a few potions, testing a few new recipes, pondering the golem's improvements, and playing with the last seizure. In the center of the mirror shimmered two large points of light that almost overlapped, and in the distance some stars were scattered.

"It turns out that sailing is not exactly a terrible thing. It wouldn't be bad if we could keep going like this......"

Although she is actually the only one who thinks so.

"That's not right...... It's not a storm, but it's not calm either......"

The half-elf stood at the bow of the ship, sniffing the subtle changes in the sea breeze.

Like other people of elven ancestry, or, rather, elves of human descent, Leonard's biological age is much higher than his physical age.

He looks like he is in his early twenties, but he has forty years of sailing experience. Experience, and talent, gave him a keen sense of air pressure – although, in this era, people did not know what air pressure was.

"Forget it, after all, I still haven't fully mastered the ability to change the direction of the wind. Only a bird can do that, right?" he laughed at himself. That being said, he hadn't been in such an uncertain situation for at least a year or two.

Night had begun to fall, and a new journal had reached page fourteen, and another day was about to pass.

Now he's very upset — and not just for the weather.

"Captain, what the hell is that woman! She runs around on the deck every day, every day, every day, from morning till night, and it has seriously affected our work! No one dares to approach that thing. Ever since she helped out in the house, the variety of recipes has increased, but the taste has dropped significantly! and the alchemical experiments, which cause destruction almost every day......"

"Got it, I'll report it to the captain. But I have to make it clear in advance that lady is a resident mage, so don't make a casual move or spread it in private, if she finds out, I don't know what the outcome will be. You are all my important subordinates, I don't want to lose, you go and do your own thing first. ”

Reflecting on this afternoon's conversation, Leonard covered his face with his hat and let out a long sigh. It was over, but he didn't know what to do with it until now.

It's easy to say that she's more important than others, but it's not so easy to abandon her sense of responsibility. Ignoring the dissatisfaction of his subordinates, he can't do it.

"Is there a way to get them to live in peace......

The little finger of his left hand unconsciously taps the guardrail, a movement that he repeats whenever he is nervous.

From a human point of view, elf and half-elf men have some such little sissy problems. Young elves and half-elves, mostly educated in an all-female environment until they reach adulthood.

"Let's talk to the captain, and by the way, talk about the storm......"

The half-elf hesitated for a long time before making up his mind. The captain of this ship is a difficult man, and his relationship with him is very cold and stiff. In terms of class, the captain of the navy is not directly under the control of the captain, and is the second highest ranking person on the ship...... But Leonard didn't want to get into any conflict with the captain at all.

Like most elven galleons, the captain of this ship is a pure elf. Serious, elegant, and with a long family lineage, the Pureblood Elf.

Being able to become the captain of the elven anti-privateer "Emperor Cleon", Baron Fearon Letensti's abilities as captain can definitely rank among the top twenty in the Two Seas Fleet. He was originally an elite member of the 1st Offshore Fleet, and was transferred here with the completion of this new ship. As far as elves are concerned, he is still at the age of high spirits.

The "first class" prefix on his baronial title proves that this title was returned by outstanding military exploits.

After the loss of Saniti Figna in 1453, St. Sen's efforts to reform the system of knighthoods. Only the titles obtained by meritorious service are first-class and second-class titles, and the titles obtained by inheritance can only be quasi-titles, and only after meritorious service can they be "turned positive". Only those with first-class titles can enter the core of the pyramid of power in the Holy Forest, and those who are quasi-titled sons can now only receive annuities in their own territories. Although the specific title is only baron, the second-to-last baron in the six-rank system of the Elven Duke, just by looking at the "first-class" prefix, you know that Captain Ferron Letensti is by no means incompetent.

He is a typical captain of the Offshore Fleet, the kind that values military discipline more than anything in his bones. Even things like procuring supplies and distributing food and water were often supervised by him. In the Offshore Fleet, the Baron's nickname was "Admiral Ferron". The literal meaning is that he is as strong as an iron wall, but in reality it means that he must be too wide to manage everything, and no matter how small things can slip through his iron wall.

Among these little things, there was also the last time Leonard accepted Ressa as a resident mage without permission.

Since then, the relationship between the two has become very cold...... Although it was already very cold. The thought of the tension between the two made Leonard's head hurt.

Pure-blood elves and half-elves. A command bureaucrat who has been the captain of a ship for a long time and a practical bureaucrat who has climbed up the ranks based on actual performance. The commander of the offshore fleet, who emphasized class discipline, and the sailors of the far fleet, who were accustomed to being free and loose. The Supreme Commander of the Headquarters Airborne and the Deputy Chief of Command representing the local personnel......

If you think about it, it can be said that these two people have a bad relationship.

"It's like this in the end......"

If he had a little more energy, Baron Lettensti would have been among the best captains in Saint-Sen...... The half-elf thought with regret, straightened his hat, and mustered up the courage to walk towards the captain's room.

The captain's room is located on the first floor below deck, rather than on the deck like the captain's room and the watch room, in order to prevent the ship from being thrown into chaos by enemy fire or hand-to-hand combat units.

The half-elf took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Seeing that the captain was eating, he realized that it was dinner time.

"Sorry to disturb you during the meal, Your Excellency. ”

"It's Leonard. Is there anything going on? You won't come to me except on business. ”

Admiral Ferron Leetonsti gracefully laid down his plate and smiled kindly at Leonard.

There were just some rusks and two pieces of bacon on that plate, and a little greens. These vegetables are also cultivated on the ship, thanks to the alchemist's cultivation fluid.

Leonard hesitated, thinking about how to phrase it. The contradictions in his heart are fully reflected in his words.

"That's it, that...... Our sailors have recently been a little unhappy with something that interferes with the work...... Well, no, it's Miss Lesa Helmont's daily behavior that bothers us a bit...... Well, no......"

"Can you please say it in the simplest of words?" Admiral Tiebi interrupted politely but firmly.

"Yes. To put it simply, the sailors complained that the resident mage, Miss Helmont, interfered with their work. ”

"Is it because of the golem?"

"Well, it should be. ”

Hearing this answer, Captain Ferron frowned, touched his chin and thought for a moment. He didn't have a beard on his chin, which was a sign of pure blood.

After a moment, he spoke again: "Something like this will never happen in the Offshore Fleet. ”

"Huh?" the captain of the navy was puzzled, he didn't know what this reply had to do with his report.

"Complaining doesn't change anything. If you can't change the environment, you have to change yourself to adapt - I didn't expect that there are still people in the far sea fleet who don't understand this truth. Ferron's tone was still so flat, but with an indescribable sense of oppression. If you want to describe it, it's like a solidified crater: beneath the calm exterior, something else hides. "I think if anyone mentions it again, you can do that to those who are dissatisfied. Let's just say I meant it. ”

"I see...... I will do so. The captain felt a chill and slammed his heel in a standard military salute.

This reply was quite satisfactory to him. In this way, he did not have to risk the disgust of the other party to persuade the lady, but only pressed down with the captain's order, and everything would be settled.

Of course, even if the answer did not satisfy him, he did not dare to make any rebuttal. He's not a weak man, but he's not a madman who would gamble with everything he has.

"Is there anything else Your Excellency wants?" Hearing the captain's feeble answer, Admiral Tiebi sighed in his heart and politely added a polite sentence.

"By the way, there could be a storm tonight. Hearing this politeness, the half-elf remembered his previous judgment.

"Oh, it's a sunny day today. Maybe I don't know about the open sea, but I haven't encountered this in the offshore waters. It's sunny in the evening, will there be a storm at night?" the fact that the captain spoke in a flat tone made the half-elf feel a little uncomfortable. That sounded like doubting his judgment.

"It's hard to say, but I don't think it's going to be small. There is also no place to take shelter from here. Leonard decided to ignore the unpleasant feelings and continue with his statement. "My personal opinion is to put away all the sails, lower the anchor and lower the center of gravity to prevent capsizing, and drift with the wind. If possible, ask the mage to reinforce the mainmast to prevent it from breaking. ”

"Pretty prudent, wouldn't you be a little more conservative?" Captain Ferron muttered, "If you drift completely with the wind, there may be a big deviation in the course after that. We must always be ready to move at top speed, otherwise...... If the secret is leaked, it's over. ”

"It's safer to be conservative. If there are waves that exceed the height of the boat, the boat may capsize. Leonard replied in the affirmative.

"Well, it's up to you. Hurry up and get ready before the storm comes. Ferron waved his hand and motioned for him to give the order. The half-elf bowed, breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped back.

"Is that okay?"

Ressa Helmont asked, wiping the sweat from her forehead. The magic "Metalize", which transforms wood into metal, consumes quite a bit of energy, and she feels a little dizzy now.

"Thanks, that's good. Leonard knocked on the mast, and it was indeed completely iron. "How long does this magic last?"

"A day or so. Is it enough?"

"I think enough is enough, the storm will come tonight. Have you put away your alchemical tools and golems?"

"Nonsense. Not only is it fixed, but even the walls and floors have been softened, so that even if they do fall, they won't break, and the door is completely sealed. Lesa patted her towering chest, "I'm the 'Alchemist of Pure Gold', how can this storm cost me?"

"But, how do you get in if the door is sealed?" the half-elf keenly thought of a flaw.

"Of course not, I'll help on deck. After taking 1,500 gold coins, it is time to do something. ”

"How can this be!" Leonard Kekawi was shocked. "In a storm, the ship will shake so badly that the deck may even stand up!

"You underestimate me. Resa gave him a cold look. "Don't think that what a man can do, a woman can't do. ”

The half-elf shuddered. Just then, the first drops of rain fell on the deck.

"Then, come with me to the helm cabin and fasten the safety line......"

A strong wind blew up, bringing up a high wave, interrupting his words. The two men hurried back, and as soon as they ran into the steering wheel room, a large wave hit the deck.

"You're soaking wet. Would you like me to dry it for you?" Inside the steering deck were the first mate in charge of the helm and the trainee priest, Noop, who greeted them in a friendly manner.

"No need, you should save your little magic power for something else, probationary priest. The female alchemist tied the safety rope around her waist and did not forget to be sarcastic.

She's also pretty when she's sarcastic, the captain thought.

Another big wave hit, the hull shook to the left, and the exclamations of sailors and sailors were heard from the deck.

"Why are you flustered with such a little storm!" Leonard was a little angry, and stood up, ready to go out and reprimand his subordinates.

As soon as he walked out the door, he was completely stunned. He understood the reason for everyone's exclamation.

"Oh my God! ”

Yellow, black, and green clouds form a huge spiral, spinning at high speed, and red, blue, and purple lightning leaps merrily from one cloud to another. Colorful light pierced through the rain barrier and illuminated the sky in that direction like day. Strangely, all the lightning stopped abruptly in a line – as if there was a realm that God had demarcated for them, and they could not cross a single step. The edge of lightning looks so magnificent, crossing the entire line between sea and sky, as if it is an endless wall, and if there is an end to this wall, it is probably dozens of kilometers away.

"Drop anchor, drop anchor! Don't get into that lightning!"

The order was hastily conveyed, and the captain of the navy stared at the storm with trepidation.

He hoped that the storm would not move, but he was completely unsure. Even he, who had spent forty years at sea, had never seen a storm like this.

He had not read the records of meteorologists, nor did he know that this natural phenomenon was called "phantom winds". Astrologers in the East say that the meaning of the phantom wind is "detachment from fate".

It only occurs once in decades, and is the most devastating natural disaster in the world - a storm of uncontrolled magical power. Due to the high concentration of the Phantom Wind Core Magic, an extremely magnificent scenery will be formed there.

Hearing his exclamation, Resa and Noop poked their heads out as well—and of course, they let out the same exclamation. As arcane and divine users, the duo quickly sensed the magic contained in the storm.

"This wall...... If it's a product of magic, it's a great magic. ”

Seeing the colorful lightning, Lesa remembered the man in white who could manipulate the thunder, and took out the bronze mirror from the inner pocket of her robe. Sure enough, in the direction of the phantom wind, the bronze mirror emitted a dazzling white light.

It was a sign of amazing magical power.

The alchemist muttered to himself, "Thankfully, we're not at the center of that thing. ”

A particularly large flash flashed on the bronze mirror, and the largest lightning bolt pierced through the clouds. The thunder made the air tremble, and huge waves covered everyone's vision, as if the sea and the sky were roaring together.

She reflexively retreated into the room, listening to the continuous thunder and waves shaking the hull.

The night seemed extraordinarily long.

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