The sky was blue, and a few white clouds were slowly fluttering. On the endless blue ocean. A sailboat with a blue background and white stripes is slowly falling with the waves, drawing a faint white line and sailing forward.

The white sails of the sailboat resemble three triangles, of different sizes, and they are slightly puffed up by the wind side by side, making the sound of hunting.

A man in a black robe was slowly walking on the deck, frowning and wandering casually. From time to time, the long brown hair was blown to the side by the wind, making it more and more messy.

Anglie has been on this ship for a long time.

It's been four days since he set sail, and he's pretty much all the nooks and crans of the ship.

"This ship is not the Prospect. He was sure of that. Although the ship is also towed by a whale enhanced with black magic on the bottom of the ship, this ship does not have a tall shipyard. Moreover, there are some subtle points that are very different from the Prospect. It's not that you can justify demolishing the shipbuilding.

The deck was empty and deserted. All the apprentices on board the ship have gone down to the cabin, and two white wizards are in charge of testing their qualifications.

Anglie walked alone on the deck, and the damp sea breeze hit his body in gusts, and even his clothes were a little wet.

Standing on the deck, he couldn't help but think back to the girl Villelet, who had disembarked on her own since she arrived at Maluya, and had not seen her since. She was one of the people who had been eliminated from the wizarding world, and the area where she used to be located was where the White Fang Castle and the Tower of the Six Rings were located, and where he was now preparing to go.

A man held on to the side of the boat and pondered for a moment. Whispers of talking and footsteps could finally be heard near the hatch of the ship.

Soon, more than a dozen apprentices came out of the cabin.

The first few apprentices suddenly saw Anglie on the side of the ship and hurriedly walked over.

An ordinary girl with curly red hair walked at the front, followed by four other apprentices, and it looked like it was supposed to be a local group.

The girl had a hint of charm on her eyebrows, wearing a precious silk tight dress, dressed in dark red, and most of the apprentices behind her were boys with good faces.

"My lord, can I ask how long we are left to reach the next port?" the girl in the red dress curtsy slightly, deliberately raising her voice very sweetly.

Angliel frowned and glanced at her, this girl was obviously not in good shape, but she still had to wear a tight skirt, her face was not good, and her posture could only be inferior. The aura on his body was only the appearance of a second-class apprentice, but there was actually the aura of three demonized items, which made Anglie a little surprised.

"What are your qualifications?" asked Anglie without answering.

"Third class!" the girl in the red dress raised her face slightly, and replied in a loud voice, as if she was a little proud.

"Pretty good qualifications, but you should know the meaning of my black robe, right?" Angli looked at her lightly.

"This is the ship that transports apprentices, and we trust you. The girl in the red dress hurriedly showed a sweet smile and tried to make a cute look.

"Really?" Angliel smiled noncommittally. "Why don't you go find the other black robe?"

The girl in the red dress looked stunned, showing a slight hint of fear. "That lord doesn't like people to bother him. ”

"Then so do I. Angree turned away and ignored her.

The girl in the red dress gritted her teeth, exchanged glances with a few people around her, and finally turned to leave.

Anglie knew that this girl was also an aristocratic disease, and wanted to see if she could win her over, but unfortunately she didn't understand the rules of the wizarding world. Strength is the only criterion for dialogue on an equal footing.

The day passed quickly.

After dinner, everyone on the ship went back to their rooms. The on-board chef is hired in advance, and the range of activities is limited to the galley and a few fixed areas. There is no need to worry about secrets being leaked.

The whole ship is simply the whale at the bottom of the boat to set the direction in advance and then move straight forward. If it weren't for the cover-up, there was little need for sailors.

In a room on the ship.

Beyoncé, the white-robed witch, stood at the window of her room, looking through the thick glass at the black sea outside, her hands clasped around her chest.

On the bed behind him, the white-robed man Fished lay on his back on the bed, looking lazy and yawning from time to time.

"I said, Beyoncé, what the hell is the matter with you suddenly coming to me?"

The sorceress glanced sideways at him.

"Now they're almost all in meditation, right? Let's find out together? The fluctuations of meditation should be able to identify where they came from with a little time. ”

"Not a bad idea, you and I can work together to achieve complementary effects. Fished propped himself up and got up from the bed.

"Will you come first or will I come first?" he asked.

"Me. ”

Beyoncé turned around and held out her right hand, revealing a silver bracelet on her wrist. The bracelet is densely packed with fine patterns and patterns, all of which are small flowers and vine leaves, giving people a gorgeous and somewhat vulgar feeling.

"Ferry!" Beyoncé whispered a phrase.

The silver bracelet on his hand suddenly bloomed with a silver-white halo, no sound, no smell, just a pure silver-white halo, forming a silver-white halo.

Then the bracelet quickly disintegrated, and some small silver particles quickly dripped from the surface, falling to the floor like sand, splashing silently on the ground. But soon, the silver sand that fell to the ground quickly disappeared invisibly.

In just a few seconds, the entire bracelet completely disintegrated into countless clouds of silver sand and disappeared to the floor.

At this time, Fercid, who was standing on the side, gently rubbed a black ring on his left index finger.

He whispered strange syllables in his mouth, as if he were reciting poetry.

As he chanted, wisps of black smoke quickly rose from the black ring.

And the silver sand that had disappeared on the ground soon reappeared. Each fine sand quickly turned into a tiny silvery-white ant.

Countless fine sand turned into ants, dense and quickly invisible again. Then only the crawling sound of the ants was heard, and soon the voices of the ants became lower and lower, until there was no more sound.

"Everyone on board is under our watch, and the effect can last for a long time. But when I get there, my ring and your bracelet won't work for a few years. Fercid said calmly.

"It doesn't matter, this time is the key, and the invisible silver sand should not be detected by those two people with your temporary activation. We just need to keep the mission safe. Beyoncé didn't care.

in another room.

Angle, also dressed in a black robe, was sitting upright at the table, the white quill in his hand was constantly performing on a stack of parchment, dense symbols, formulas, data, and a large piece of paper.

From time to time, the wick of the oil lamp made a clattering and popping sound.

Angre was burying his head in the calculations, frowning, and stopped from time to time to look at the data in front of him. His eyes continued to glow with blue dots, and both Chip and himself were revising the new spell model in order to reach the desired strongest level.

Suddenly, Angle's eyes lit up with blue light.

"Who!!"

He turned his head sharply, and with a flick of his fingers, a thin silver needle shot out in an instant.

Ding.

On the ground in front of the door of the room, a small silver-white ant was nailed to the ground by a silver needle, twisting and struggling. The tip of the needle was nailed to its abdomen, and after a while, the silver-white ant stopped struggling, and soon white smoke rose from its body, and then turned into a pool of silver solution, which remained in the room.

Angree stepped back from his chair and stood up and walked over.

"This metal... It's silver. He stretched out his right hand, and a small puddle of silver on the ground suddenly condensed into a small bead and floated. Then it slowly flew into his hands.

"Could it be those three wizards during the day?" he frowned and observed the silver beads in his hand, "Judging from the strength of the mental power of the chip probe, it is just two ordinary white wizards and a slightly stronger dark wizard. There is not much smell of blood on his body, and it is estimated that it is a battle between small organizations. ”

After a few days of exploration. Angre also gradually relaxed.

If nothing happens, forget it, if it really provokes him, he doesn't mind dealing with these three unstable factors.

In the Ram Academy where Anglie is located, among the dark wizards, if it is not located in the middle of nowhere, and it has been stuck in place, the wizards have signed a stay agreement. With the strength of the academy, it is estimated that it is at least the top three levels in the dark wizard organization. After all, after years of constant fighting, Ram's Academy was compared to other wizarding organizations in peaceful areas. In terms of individual strength, it must be significantly exceeded.

The dark wizard who came out of the black witch land is simply synonymous with negative emotions and killing for the wizards outside. Ram's battle with the Northland Alliance, and the battle with the underground races, has been on the front line for thousands of years. Due to the large number of wizards who want to claim the Shadow Pearl, the mortality rate of house wizards is far higher than elsewhere. In such an environment, any resources have to be fought for by themselves, and the tasks performed are mostly killing-related.

Killing people at every turn, this is the characteristic of wizards who come out of the Black Witch Land.

Compared to other places, there is a gap between the special forces and the small security guards in the greenhouse.

In addition to organizations like Ram's answer, there are many subtle wizard organizations in some places, and often a liquefied spiritual power wizard is already the strongest. Most of these small organizations are wizarding organizations that have fallen from the past. The three people on the boat in front of him were probably members of such an organization.

Throw away the silver beads in your hand. Angel snorted coldly, his gaze scanning the room.

Suddenly, he stretched out his left hand, and the black two-winged beast-shaped pattern in his palm moved slightly, and a transparent distortion instantly poured out of his palm.

The whole room shook.

In the corner, another silver ant rolled out, and the transparent fluctuations rushed towards the small ant, and then quickly shrunk, burrowed into its body, and completely disappeared.

A sneer tugged at the corner of Angle's mouth. Spying on others at will** is a price to pay.

(To be continued)