The jungle appeared in the field of vision, lush, ancient and mysterious.
After a long voyage, a fleet bypassed the eddy Devil Strait without any risk, and saw the long-lost coastline in a sunny and sunny day.
When the land appeared in sight, the pirates of the Raven Pirates were silent for a while, and then erupted into cheers. This ocean voyage, even the pirates found it difficult, relying on the magician's memory along the way to find some islands as resting places.
"It's almost here."
Captain Saran stood on the crossbar of the mast, holding the pole with one hand, and bent the other hand in a circle before his eyes, looking at the land not far away.
It is now the end of January, and Roland is still at the end of winter at this time, but the temperature has gradually risen when the pirates sailed here, and now it is almost as hot as summer. The pirates were running around the deck shirtless, quickly preparing things—the first batch of goods prepared for them by the Roland royal family, and...
arms.
Captain Saran let go, spread his arms like a crow, jumped off the mast, and landed firmly on the deck. He turned his head to look for his good partner, just in time to see the scene where the magician came out of the cabin. What Captain Saran wanted to say was stuck in his throat. After a while, he laughed loudly:
"Gods! My old chap, you look like this—hahahahaha!"
I saw that the magician changed his usual black coat with vertical buttons and took off his wide-brimmed hat. His dark hair was braided into numerous small braids and hung over his shoulders. A chain consisting of three golden sunbird emblems crossed his forehead. Under the dark green eyes, the high and thin cheekbones were smeared with black and white Two-color oil paint.
Even more amazing is his costume.
The first mate of the magician, who always wraps himself up tightly, looks like an alien who is incompatible with everyone around him. A necklace of terrifying skulls the size of a fist hangs around his neck. Winged shoulder armor made of pure gold covered his shoulders, a dark black robe with gold embroidery hung down from the shoulder armor to the ground, golden wrist guards, elbow pads, and rattan-woven shoe.
Mr. Magician's attire was extremely weird, but except for Captain Saran, almost no pirate could laugh unscrupulously.
The magician held a cane headed by a sunbird in his hand, and wore an emerald ring on his finger, looking up slightly at the land not far away. He stood there with a strange majesty and dignity, and he was in two completely different worlds from the dissolute pirates around him.
The wooden monkey who was inseparable from him squatted behind him, holding the corner of the robe for him.
The pirates looked at each other, and for a while, no one dared to greet their first mate as usual—they didn't even know whether Mr. Magician was still the first mate of the Raven Pirates.
"It's worth the money."
Captain Saran swaggered over, and casually patted the golden wings on the magician's shoulder.
The magician glanced at him expressionlessly, and the pirates immediately relaxed. From his glance, they saw the familiar dislike from the first officer for the neurotic captain.
Well, it's still their first mate.
Seeing that the ship was about to drop anchor on the shore, there were long and shrill cries from the dense ancient forest on the shore, and Saran saw with sharp eyes that there were black shadows among the straight trees entwined with vines Moving quickly, large birds with colorful feathers flapped their wings and flew up.
Then, in the shadow of the jungle, many indistinguishable figures emerged, and they set up their bows and arrows, aiming at this strange fleet that had never been seen before.
The continent of Elmia has arrived.
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In the Roland Empire at this moment, a negotiating team from the Free Commercial City landed in Rose Strait.
The governing hall of the Alliance of Free Commercial Cities does not want the relationship with the Roland Empire to become too bad at the moment of the Pope's election. For this reason, they not only sent a letter but also a negotiating team. Until this time, they are still confident. I think it can make Roland back down—because nearly two-thirds of the wool exported by Roland is sold to free commercial cities, and Roland still needs to buy various silks, satins and lace from free commercial cities. Without them, who will decorate Roland's nobles
Of course, there is another point, the free commercial city controls the raw material necessary for shipbuilding, asphalt.
"Wait, then."
When the negotiator set foot on the land of Roland, he said so confidently to the accompanying officer.
"They will find that leaving the free commercial city, Roland will stagnate."
When these words reached the Queen's ears, she was in her room, being measured by her tailor. Tailor to the Queen, Lady Anne was a respectable lady, one of the few at court who served Queen Edmund III - both the Queen Mother and the Queen herself.
The clothes for the Queen's coronation were made by other court tailors after she measured the size.
"Your Majesty," Mrs. Anne did not work alone today, she brought her daughter, Little Mary, as an assistant. Mary is twelve years old this year, holding her mother's red box, looking at the queen on the soft white cloth with bright eyes, "You look so pretty!"
The queen had shed her long skirt and fine linen undergarment, and little Mary had followed her mother to serve the noble ladies of the court for several years, but even from the eyes of a child, the queen's body was breathtakingly beautiful.
In order to protect the queen from the cold, all the fireplaces in the room were lit, and the queen's skin was as white as the dust-free snow on the highest mountain peak, which was smudged with a moving brilliance by the fire. Her silky hair fell like water over her shoulders. Different from those noble ladies who need to use waistbands to outline their graceful curves, the lines kissed by the firelight are so perfect and so crazy.
"Mary."
Lady Anne called out reproachfully to her child.
"I'm serious." Little Mary muttered, averting her eyes a little embarrassedly, but couldn't help but secretly glanced at the Queen.
When she grows up, she will also be Her Majesty's tailor, making the most beautiful clothes in the world for Her Majesty.
Little Mary thought ignorantly.
No one knows that the reason why Ms. Mary, known as the "fashion enlightenment" in the future, embarks on the road of fashion design is so simple...
However, after a long time, Ms. Mary said very frankly in her memoirs, "I think that the pursuit of beauty exists in human nature, and beauty is the only driving force for my creation. Who can resist the charm of beauty?", When asked why she only created works for the Queen throughout her life, she gave a simpler answer—"A beautiful lady is the scenery of the world, but Her Majesty the Queen is different. She is a treasure that God stingily reveals to the world."
Mrs. Anne didn't know that her little daughter had a "big ideal" so early, and she was measuring it meticulously.
Making new clothes for the queen this time is a completely different challenge from the past. According to the queen's request, a fabric that is rarely used on nobles should be used, and the new clothes will be used to receive the free commercial city negotiating mission At the banquet, it is of great significance.