The sea, as part of the natural world, has a rather delicate place. On the one hand, humans, elves, dwarves, or even ghouls or any other strange monster are all inhabitants of the land, and for them, the sea is strange. Even the old seafarers, who have lived at sea for most of their lives, can't tell what kind of existence they are sailing on. The charts that were valued by the captains, the control of the monsoon and the currents, were to put it bluntly a summary of the experience of the predecessors, and there was nothing really convincing.

For example, why is the sea so different from the water that flows in a river? If you were a polymath, he would answer that it was because it contained a lot of salt and other substances. But why is there salt in the sea? If the salt comes from the soil of the seabed, then why don't the rivers that also flow through the earth become salty? And how deep the sea is, how wide is the ocean, what are the causes of the tides... Questions like these plague all who wonder about the Endless Blue. Therefore, no matter what race they are, as long as they know about the existence of the sea, then there must be legends about the sea. Some of them attribute it all to the gods, some to demons, and some to be more bizarre and abstract.

On the other hand, the ocean is not as silent as a mountain. It is more like a forest, and beneath the tangible surface hides creatures of no less variety and number than the terrestrial race. In the library of the Grey Tower there is a book, or an ancient stone inscription, that reads, "The ocean is another world, and the things in it are to us what the demons are to us." "Whether the space in the sea is another world or not, I'm afraid even Clarke, the Lord of the Gray Tower, doesn't know. But one thing is absolutely certain for anyone, and that is that the races that grow on land are not welcomed by the sea.

This is not only manifested in the fact that terrestrial creatures are unable to breathe one thing in the water, but also on a spiritual level. Without the undulating earth as a reference, people could not be sure if they were moving when they were adrift at sea. The blue desert, as some travelers call the sea.

"How many days is this?How long has it been since we last landed?How many years or how many worlds?" Lothar asked listlessly as she walked up to the deck and fiddled with the compass. The Count had given up counting time by the sun and the moon, for he felt that when he was at sea, every day and night seemed like a year. The ship that had been intriguing him had also been turned into a cage after exploring, except that there was no railing to prevent people from escaping.

The mercenary rolled her eyes and took the compass into her arms, "It's only been seven days, okay? "That being said, the networm herself is not in good condition, although the food and fresh water have been sufficiently replenished in the previous town, she is still a full circle thinner than before she went to sea, and her face and mental state have also declined significantly.

"Fishing?" Count Montenegro rolled his eyes, he pointed to the sun in the sky, the weather had been surprisingly good these days, and there were hardly any clouds above the sea. "Do you know what happens when that thing hits the water? I've only tried fishing for a little while, and my eyes are burning! Forget it, I'd rather tie myself to the mast and blow the wind." ”

"Rest assured, we won't be bored in a long time. Peg said to the two men, who had come down from the terrace, who were about to quarrel. She's been at the helm almost alone these days, after all, there are only two witches on this ship, and no one will hand over the command to Qili. Fortunately, the Cursed Lady is no ordinary sailing ship, and Peg often only needs to simply determine the direction, and the ship transformed by the witches will move forward on its own. That being said, the magic didn't work without a price, and Peg spent most of the past few days resting in her room except for a brief time at the helm, and even then she still looked even worse than the other two.

Lothar raised an eyebrow, "Should I be happy about this? Are there pirates in this area who dare to fight witches? "In the face of danger at sea, in addition to bad weather, lack of food, and infighting among the crew, he can only think of pirates. However, the average pirate would not fail to recognize the symbol of the Witches of Heartbreaker, and with the crazy and bloody style of Coola and Kiri, the Count believed that witches were definitely not the first choice for robbery.

"Outlaws don't care if you're a pirate or a knight. But you're right, no one in this area dares to stop ships flying the flag of the Heartless Kraken, but I didn't say that there would be pirates. Peg ran his fingers around his long hair, the green strands were dry and curly from the lack of care, much to the little witch's distress, and this long hair was her most precious thing.

Hearing this, the networm seemed to think of something, and she said with some hesitation, "If it's not a pirate, is it a kraken?" The kraken here does not refer to a specific creature, but to all things that infested the sea and caused problems for sailors. There are no shortage of rumors about the Kraken, but it's hard to tell if it's true or not.

"Kraken... Well, barely speaking, but they don't come from the sea. Peg sighed, not wanting to continue, but in order to keep the others on guard, she said anyway, "There are some islands around here, or reefs? We should be in their sphere of influence tonight, and while there's nothing to worry about, we'd better be prepared. ”

"What are they?" Lothar's brow widened, and there was no shortage of descriptions of navigation among the knights, and fighting sea monsters was at least more interesting than fishing. The knights, who were already suffocated by the constant seafaring life, didn't mind a few warm-up battles before arriving at their destination.

The little witch rubbed her forehead, and she saw the excitement in the count's eyes, which made her irrepressibly think of Qili. One of these troubles is enough, and I don't want to take care of the second one. "The Shadowless Bird, as the sailors call it, I've heard that the Grey Robe has encountered a man-made version when he was in the royal capital, and the material used is the Moon Elves. That's disgusting. However, the things we will encounter are similar, they are also invisible in the moonlight, and they do not make a sound when flying. No one knows exactly what they look like, but it's certain that they'll attack ships at sea, catch sailors on those reefs and eat them. ”

"Even witches don't know what they look like? sounds like a story about parents who don't let their children go out at night. The networm frowned and said noncommittally.

"Whatever you think, I'm not going to verify the authenticity of that thing myself. Luckily, they don't open the door, whatever they are. The Damned Lady won't go off course overnight without piloting, so we just hide in the cabin and wait for the sun to rise. Peg shrugged, she really did intend to do so. This is the safest method, and it is the method used by the witches to cross the sea when they lost their minds and went to the lion.

Lothar was a little frustrated to hear that he didn't have a chance to fight the sea monster, but the big picture was important, and the count immediately agreed. But there was only one problem with Peg's plan, "We're okay, but you'll have to convince her to stay in the cabin all night." As he spoke, he pointed out of the boat, where a pod of dolphins were bouncing on the surface of the Cursed Lady in the direction of Lothar's finger. At the foreground sat a man on the back of a dolphin, Kiri.