Ririura is the name of the sea, which means "warm embrace". Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This name is very apt, at least according to the depiction on the topographic map, the entire material continent is embraced by her.

The gentle sea breeze brings a warm and humid climate to all parts of the coast, and even the dripping and frozen shores have a warm day or two a year.

The Riri-Hora Sea is large and boundless, and the temperament of the sea varies from place to place.

There are few winds and waves in the offshore area, and the fishermen who fish here can always make a living if they are diligent every day, regardless of their skills, without the risk of dying in the belly of the fish.

The middle of the sea is moody, not only with waves, but even terrible storms for unlucky ships, and if the helmsman is skillful, there may be hope of survival, otherwise......

In the depths of the Ririjora Sea, legend has it that the god of the sea fell to Bergasus, and there were countless powerful people who wanted to explore it, but none of them returned.

Since then, ships sailing the Riri-Ura Sea have only sailed in the first half of the sea, never setting foot in the deeper waters.

However, there are exceptions......

On a rainy night, the Swan rode the wind, the sails of the mast blowing, and carried her through the raging waves again and again.

The swirling, icy rain made the night dark, and the people standing on the deck could only see her tall mast disappear into the hazy darkness, but they could not judge what risks were hidden behind the thick night.

On the aft deck, people cowered in heavy fur-stitched tarpaulin tents, trying to keep them warm and dry in the terrible cold rain.

By this time, there was no distinction between nobles and commoners, and the richly dressed barons and the stinking sailors huddled together, longing for the insignificant warmth.

"Master Moga, can you release me another 'Resist the Cold'?"

The young baron's teeth chattered, and he said what he thought was too much of a request.

"I'm sorry, Lord Baron, I don't think I can squeeze even a shred of my magic. ”

The old man, known as "Master Moga", endured the fainting sensation caused by the overuse of mental power, and expressed his embarrassment.

"You don't need to be like this, Master Moga, it's me asking too much. ”

"If it weren't for your magic these days, I'm afraid we would have died in the storm long ago. ”

Even if it is a nobleman who is very good, he has already grown up after more than half a year of life and death experience, let alone a real lord with a decent level of governance.

In the last two weeks, they have crossed the open sea twice, but this time it was the worst weather they have ever encountered.

"Damn Mogg," Malt cursed mentally, "I'll hang you as soon as I make it back and regain my lordship!"

"And those lowly seeds who eat inside and outside will also be hanged together!"

Mog Truk, the younger brother of Malte Truk, is also the current acting lord of Truk's realm.

About a year ago, the old Baron Truk died, and in accordance with the provisions of the Act of Succession, Malte took over the title of baron and lord of Truk, and began the high-spirited life he had always longed for.

However, less than two months after the old baron's funeral, Mogg, who had been sent to a small town by Marte to work as a sheriff, rebelled.

The sparsely numbered rebels poured into the streets, and together with some groups with ulterior motives, rushed to the political center of the Truk Territory, the city of Segolo.

The war was won easily, I mean Mogg, no one knows how long he had been preparing for it, and at what cost, and before Malte could recover from the news of his brother's betrayal, the men left behind by the old baron had already defected, whether it was the knightly guards or the administrators.

After the victory, Mogg took over the reign of the Truk Domain, and because he was afraid that the surrounding territories would use it as an excuse to attack his own territory, he and Mart made an agreement in the presence of the Temple of Dawn:

As long as Malte can retrieve "Franco" within three years, he will kill himself, and if not, he will be deemed to have voluntarily "inherited" the territory to him, and he will also become the real lord of the Truk Lord, and take over the title that still exists on Marte today.

"Franco" is the name of a sword, which is not only the personal sword of the first ancestor of the Truk family, but also the refuge of this first-rent heroic spirit.

About 300 years ago, an ancestor of the Truk family rose to the rank of legend by chance, and after his penance was fruitless, in order to find an opportunity to condense his divinity and go further, he chose to target the depths of the Ririura Sea, the place where the legendary sea god Pegasus reappeared.

In order to increase the success rate of this trip, this ancestor asked the only heroic spirit with legendary strength who could leave the residence of the Truk family to accompany him, and this most powerful heroic spirit was naturally the first ancestor of the Truk family.

Since then, "Franco" has left the Truk family and has never returned......

In Malte's view, Mogg's request was not so much prevaricating as wanting him to die outside.

He didn't want to agree, but the loser didn't have the right to choose.

As a last resort, Baron Marte, who still had the luxury of being a lord and did not estimate the dangers of this trip, boarded the "Rainy Night Swan" and began his journey to the depths of the Ririura Sea.

The boat and the sailors were provided by his mother's family, and if he had chosen the boat that Mogg had prepared for him, let alone reach the deep sea, he would have fed the fish when he was near the coast.

With a grandfather who is a real nobleman, Malte's use of resources is naturally not something that Mogg, a lowly concubine, can imagine.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he had listened to the "slander" of his subordinates earlier and refused the support of the army from the maternal side, it would have been difficult to say whether this rebellion would have won or lost.

As for Master Moga, this kind elder was a wandering mage he had rescued from his mother in her early years, and the only subject loyal to his Truk Domain.

If he hadn't risked his life to support the rebellion that day, Malte would not have had the opportunity to escape to his grandfather's territory, and he would have died in the chaos a long time ago, so how could he have a chance to negotiate with Mogg later?

Although the outcome of the negotiations was unsatisfactory, even his grandfather could not do anything about who made him the loser.

Especially after Mogg made the belief in the "Lord of Dawn" the official belief of the territory, with the help of the Temple of Dawn, he was even less likely to be controlled by outsiders.

Being able to have such a harvest under the prying eyes of the Temple of Dawn is already the best result that can be obtained from negotiations.