"Supplies are also a problem...... And in terms of manpower, our sacrifices are too great. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The captain sighed helplessly, and the successive encounters made him lose more and more vitality to this voyage.

"There can be no supplies on the island," the mage's voice carried an indescribable bitterness, "I think you should know there, Captain." ”

"I understand the danger there," the captain nodded, "but that's the only shelter from the wind, and if we don't get there soon, we're not even qualified to face it." ”

"Besides, what is there in this sea area that is not dangerous?"

At this, a distraught McGonagall cursed again, "This damn luck!"

"That's it," the mage had to accept the decision, "as long as we don't go deep into the belly of the island, we should be able to leave safely." ”

I don't know what came to mind, and both the captain and the mage fell silent.

"Master Moga, what is the matter with that island you two are talking about?"

The baron standing on the side asked his doubts, and he felt confused about the riddle-like exchange between the two, and he felt confused when he only stayed on the one-third of an acre of land in Truk's territory.

"Mirachiya Island," the mage explained, "a very dangerous island. ”

"That's a mouthful!"

Malte tried to repeat the name of one side of the island, but unfortunately did not succeed.

"It's a mouthful," said Moga, amused by the young baron's complaint, and comforted softly, "its pronunciation is different from the habits of ordinary people, and unless it is spoken too much, the tongue will curl at the first sound." ”

"Why do you have such a mouthful name?"

"It's not us who made it, it's the devil. ”

"There have been traces of demons on the island, why haven't I heard of this legend?"

The mage's explanation puzzled Captain McGonagall, who had never heard of Mirachi's Island being associated with demons in his years of wandering the sea.

"It's not a trace, it's a corpse or a ...... Something aside. ”

After a moment's hesitation, the mage was still vague, what the crew needed now was not details, but confidence.

"Is it reliable?"

The captain asked thoughtlessly, but both of them who were still talking understood what he meant.

"There is an exact record," the expression on the mage's face was indescribably serious, "In the late stage of the Dusk War, there were demon lords who chose to descend on that island, wanting to achieve a counter-encirclement and suppression of the Winter Fleet, so that this fleet that went north to support the battlefield of Pedrola would be completely buried in the Ririura Sea. ”

"And then?"

As soon as Marte saw that Master Moga had the intention of stopping to speak, he immediately asked, young people, they always have a preference for these historical biographies.

Then the demons that descended on the island of Mirachiya, of course, when it was not called that name, disappeared as if they had never existed. ”

"Since then, the island has been known to the demons as 'Mira Chiya', which is the abyssal word for 'the untouchable'. ”

"That'...... We ......"

Malte was a little incoherent, he was not stupid, and of course he could hear the horror that lurked beneath Moga's calm description.

"Again," McGonagall wiped the rain from her face, "we have no choice. ”

"Well, you're the captain, listen to you. ”

After understanding the helplessness of this decision, Malte was no longer speechless.

Since he can't come up with any effective solutions, he shouldn't point fingers and make people look down on them.

"Don't worry, Lord Baron," the mage reassured, "as long as we don't get to the island, there won't be any trouble." ”

"I'm just worried about our supplies," quibbled the competitive young man, "how can we shelter from the storm without landing on the island?"

"This ......"

The mage was stopped by the baron's unintentional words, and he was thinking only about how to avoid the dangers of Miraqiya Island, but he subconsciously ignored the fact that avoiding the storm was the main purpose of where they went.

"The sides of the island are recessed and have natural sheltered alleys, so you just have to drive the boat in. ”

The captain's words relieved the mage, and also made Captain Malte, who was about to write fear on his face, breathe a sigh of relief.

"What are you worried about?"

Although McGonagall said it with ease, the unconcealable worry on his face could not hide from the mage's eyes.

"Reef," sighed the captain, "I thought you were referring to the danger. ”

"Is it near an island?"

"Of course, such a ghost weather, even if I personally steer the rudder, I am not sure that I can drive her (the Rainy Night Swan) into the inner island, so I can only resign myself to fate. ”

"If it really doesn't work, we won't care about her, just rush in!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Moga gave a suggestion that sounded like a bad idea.

"Then ......" Rao was also shocked by the other party's boldness with Captain McGonagall's knowledge, and it took a long time to react: "Can your magic be used to repair ships?"

The captain didn't believe that the other party's suggestion was gibberish, so he had to guess as far as he could.

"No, but when I recover, I can use her wreckage and gold coins to restore a slightly smaller ship. ”

"Equal refining—"

Malte exclaimed, his eyes glowing with a longing for a mysterious power.

"What a magical mage," exclaimed McGonagall, "I was worried about repairing the Swan on a Rainy Night, and now it's all settled. ”

Mo Jia, who was praised by the two, could only smile bitterly, the most basic alchemy like "equal amount of refining", only the two people in front of him who had no in-depth knowledge of spells would be so amazed!

"Still, try to keep her safe when we enter the harbor," the captain added to Moga's plan, "or we'll have to rest in the open." ”

"When leaving the port...... Let's get a new ship, and with our current manpower, it's not easy to make a detailed repair to her. ”

"As for supplies, I didn't have any hope on the island in the first place, and when the storm passed, we switched to sailing. ”

"However, the converted ship is much smaller than the Rainy Night Swan, and I am afraid it will be difficult to support long-distance voyages. ”

"I know, but it's nothing, we'll figure out a new ship when we get there. ”

"Where are we going?"

"Frozen Shores!"

McGonagall's destination made the mage frown: "The frozen coast is far from here than Quirzhi, and I'm afraid our supplies and ships won't last until then." ”

"Quirch is too small," the captain explained, "and it's hard for us to get what we want there, like a big ship, and enough men. ”

"Also," McGonagall glanced at Malte, who was standing nearby, "Your Lord needs some allies too, and that's what the Earl meant." ”

"Does Grandpa have any arrangements?"

The baron, who had heard the hidden meaning of McGonagall's words, asked his doubts.

"It's not an arrangement, but I just want to take the opportunity to promote friendship between the two sides, and also find you some strong foreign aid. ”

"It's a bit far from the frozen coast, but as long as we find the right currents and don't have a storm to stop us, we can see the coastline in three days at most. ”

"Then it's up to you. ”

Malte nodded, agreeing with McGonagall's "suggestion".

The captain, who had received "permission", shouted a new order to the mast and walked quickly thinking about the helmsman.

Soon, the Rainy Night Swan turned south and headed for the island of Mirachiya......