"Clover" hovered in the wind and waves.

In the Furious Seas, any weather can occur at any time, and even on a safer route, there are times when the fleet is caught off guard.

The four-leaf clover is swirling in the whirlpool of this sea area, because the wind and waves are so strong that the foam sticking to the bottom of the ship will soon be broken or blown away by the waves, and it cannot float steadily out of the sea.

But the "Clover" is also tough enough, and such a storm cannot destroy it.

Matteo spat out a mouthful of salty water, trying to ignore the throbbing pain of the rain on his face, and he tightened the rope around his waist and pressed his body against the side of the boat.

The last wave was too violent and hit the side of the ship, drenching him from head to tail, his clothes and pants felt uncomfortable against his body, and his brown hair almost got into his eyes, which made Matteo have to shake his head twice, and he has already begun to think about cutting his hair short like Captain Aaron.

But now, he'll have to hold on a little longer.

Matteo didn't run to the deck to enjoy the rain, he clutched an arrow-shaped piece of iron carved with intricate occult symbols, of which Mattio knew only a part.

This was what Alexander had given him, and Matteo was waiting for what Aaron had said, the moment the "light curtain" appeared, which was the signal to activate the spell.

At least he wasn't alone, and although only Matteo was in the stern, there was another unlucky guy standing at the bow of the boat.

At the thought of this, Matteo's hand on the side of the boat became more stable.

Matteo had never wanted to see the sun so much, and now he wanted to praise it from the bottom of his heart, and his father would be glad to know about it.

He spat out another mouthful of rain that had gotten into his mouth, and he had bitten into a little bit of ice slag, and it was June, what the damn weather!

Matteo tightened the rope around his waist again, though the rope provided him with limited security as a safety measure in such a bump. As he looked at the roaring waves outside the ship, there was a hint of excitement on his face in addition to fear.

Finally, the signal that the captain said appeared, and a light green light curtain rose directly on the "Clover", expanding into a huge oval bubble, enveloping the entire hull inside.

Successfully isolated from the rain and wind around him, Matteo was finally able to stand still, he wiped a handful of wet hair from his forehead, counted thirty in his mind, and then poured spiritual power into the charm in his hand, holding it tightly to the stern of the Clover.

He shouted the ancient Hermetian phrase that activated the spell: "Storm! ”

The awkward occult language awakened the extraordinary power within, and the spell instantly burst into flames, lit up with blue-blue flames, and then shattered into ashes on the side of the Clover.

The turquoise light spread, dyeing the light curtain on the outside of the Clover a brighter color.

At the same time, a similar light lit up in the direction of the bow of the ship, and the whole ship shook violently and sank directly to the surface of the sea.

An even more majestic wave rushed in and smashed down on the outside of the light curtain, and the "Clover" seemed to be sunk by it, falling deeper into the water.

Unlike the fierce thrashing of the wind and rain on the sea, it was extremely quiet under the sea, so quiet that Matteo's heart beat faster.

The darkness around him struck fear in his heart, especially in the depths of the water, where some dark shadow was swimming that was difficult to distinguish from fake, and he squinted his eyes and watched quietly for a moment, realizing that it was nothing more than a school of barracudas.

Matteo had been standing at the stern of the ship, with another Poseidon charm in his arms, just in case he had to stay here until the Clover was safely out of the storm-torn waters and back above the surface.

It wasn't long before another man came out of the cabin, looking sluggish and with dark circles under his eyes, but walking steadily on the deck.

"Mr. Thomas," Matteo looked at the first mate suspiciously, and subconsciously straightened up, "does the captain have any new orders?" ”

Thoma had been suffering from babbling for the past few days, and he had not had much energy, but he still tried to smile a little, and held out his hand to Mattio: "Give me the spare charm, I'll take a look." ”

"Don't you need a little more rest? You still look tired. Matteo placed another charm in his bosom in Thoma's outstretched palm.

"Using magical items to reduce the side effects of babbling, there is no way, I won't have a good night's sleep during this time."

Thoma covered his mouth to suppress the urge to yawn, and waved casually at the cabin: "It's early morning time, it's Sunday, do you still have your routine prayers to do?" ”

Matteo's Sunday prayer routine was something Aaron had always known, and it was Aaron who asked Thoma to come out and replace Matteo.

Matteo, of course, would not shirk it, and he always remembered his mission, and nodded at Thoma gratefully, "Thank you, I'll go back to the cabin." ”

Thoma let out a casual "um" twice, leaning against the side of the boat and rubbing his temples, his eyes fixed on the green light curtain outside the hull.

When Matteo returned to his room, he sat down at the table next to the bed, and he bowed his head with his hands folded, and silently recited the four-part honorific name:

"The shattered remnants of fate, the whirlpools that hover beyond time and space, the eternal attendants of the Lord of the Spirit Realm, the light that weaves the threads of the rivers of chaos......

I pray to you that everything is well, and that despite the unexpected events of the journey, our luck has been good. ”

Matteo stopped praying and bowed his head quietly, but he didn't hear the wonderful rhythmic hum.

He continued to listen intently, waiting for a few minutes before looking around suspiciously. Matteo bowed his head again and recited the four honorific names, but the following words were changed:

"I pray to you that everything is well."

Still nothing happened, and that familiar buzzing didn't ring in my head.

Matteo hesitated, pulling out a palm-sized notebook from under his desk, a method recommended to him by Mr. Alexander, to help him memorize "things that are easily forgotten."

Most of the book is blank, except for the first few pages with dates written on them, and a pattern that only Matteo himself understands the meaning of. Every date is a Sunday, and the circle represents the response to prayer, and Matteo originally wanted to use the diamond to represent the delay in response, but he never used this symbol.

The lack of an immediate response today made him a little uneasy, so after writing down the new date, Matteo drew a diamond and added a question mark in the footer.

No response.

——

"No response......"

Vika lowered her arms, but her hands were still clasped tightly in front of her, her face pale with worry.

It was his ninth prayer in the past few days, and the result was the same every time, and he didn't see a gentle glow, nor did he hear a buzzing in response.

After drinking the "monster" potion, he was elevated too much spiritually, and from time to time he would bring sensory trouble, including various visual and auditory hallucinations, and nightmares that caused him to wake up frequently.

But under Mr. Rejord's guidance, Vika soon learned to restrain his divergent spirituality, becoming accustomed to seeing strange scenes and observing them to peek into revelations associated with him.

What Vika couldn't explain was that when he was plagued by those hallucinations, a faint light would be in front of him, which would always allow him to quickly stabilize his mind and meditate on a restorative state, or try to interpret it with peace of mind, so as not to get lost in what he saw.

He didn't know what it was, and thought everyone had the same experience, so he never told his teacher.

But a few days ago, Vika had a dream that made him extremely uneasy, at first it was just a foggy silence, but a light emerged from it, which reassured Vika in the dream.

He tried to walk in the direction of the more intense light, and saw a more pure and gentle light, but not as dazzling as the sun, and exuded some indescribable attraction.

Vika never managed to get to the light, but only at a distance, he was content and watched it quietly.

Until the dream began to change, an unclear phantom poked out of the mist, tearing the light apart, causing it to collapse into a point of light that could not be condensed, disintegrating and dying.

When Vika opened his eyes, he was lying on his bed shivering, his eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't understand what he was seeing, but he knew it wasn't an ordinary dream.

Mr. Rejord had taught him that the clearer the dream, the more likely it is to be a revelation from the power of the occult, and that the "dream" itself is a way to get closer to the absolutely real world.

In fact, Vika was no stranger to that kind of light, and he remembered seeing similar points of light before.

So since that day, he would recite the "honorific name" that Esther had left him almost every day, at least now Vika's occult knowledge was enough for him to know what it was.

Since she never received a response, Vika sometimes prayed once in the morning and once in the evening, but that didn't change.

He hadn't seen any apocalyptic visions in the past few days, and he couldn't confirm whether the light was still in him, Vika's anxious attitude had always been seen by Rejord, but Rejord didn't ask - what to say Vika himself would say, people who follow "fate" have always known how to contain curiosity and desire to snoop, otherwise sooner or later they will see things that should not be seen and heard.

Vika struggled in such a situation, he didn't know what he could do, he just waited in vain for a response, almost making the recitation of the four honorific names a regular prayer in the morning and evening, and had begun to report what he had eaten that night.

The image of the shattered light in the dream always lingered in his mind.