"Where are we now?" Brando asked again.
Targus looked down at the compass: "North of Rosalind, judging from the reference point of the west coastline, it should be not far from the Sapphire Hill."
"Should this route be busy?"
"In theory, it should be, but maybe because of this ghostly fog, the fleet in the direction of Swift Plains was also blocked on the other side of the fog."
"Mr. Instaron, do you have a theoretical basis for this statement?"
"It's just a guess, beautiful lady."
Delphine came to the other side of the ship's gunwale, and his gaze swept across the uneven coastline on the west side of Wagtail Strait. There was a continuous sea cliff and reef, and the waves crashed on the reef to form a thin white line.
The canine-toothed coastline and dense reef shoals on the west coast of the Wagtail Strait are also the reason why this area is barren, otherwise it would never be so barren than the Swift Plains across the sea.
But this coastline is not without good ports, otherwise there will be no route to talk about, at least Rosalin is one, and there are the territories and deep water ports of the undead lords in the north.
"What are you looking at?"
Others are not familiar with Delphine, but Brando's relationship with her is closer now, and he sees the latter's look, and he understands what she should think.
"It's strange."
"strangeness?"
The prime minister's daughter lightly nodded, and she gestured to the sailor not far away—even though it was the undead fleet, there were also professional sailors. Some inherited the knowledge before their lifetime, and some were trained by the day after tomorrow, Madara. They also have their own navy, otherwise they would not be able to cross the sea to attack St. Osor-and then took a chart from the latter.
She opened the sea chart and drew a line from above: "The closest to us in the north is Tweed Island. There is an undead port between this island and Sesam, but there is not a single boat on the nearby sea. It's abnormal."
"Not just a ship." In spite of Targus' murderous gaze, Instalong turned the blade upside down, stuck it on the deck with a'stretch', and stretched out and said: "On the nearby coastline. It’s too quiet, don’t you think it’s abnormal?"
After he reminded them, the people reacted. They could not see the ships on the sea near Rosalin. It can also be understood that because the port of Rosalin was bombed into the sky, the ships moored in the port naturally followed. It's over. The ship from the east side of the Wagtail Strait was blocked on the other side because of the fog, so there was no sail on the natural sea.
But now the fleet has been sailing north for almost three days, and it can be said that it has reached the vicinity of Sapphire Hill. Unlike Rosalin, this area is the busiest sea area on the Wagtail Strait, not just the ocean that departs from Sapphire Hill. In fact, the largest number of ships in this area is the small merchant fleet that shuttles between Madara and Swift Plains.
Naturally, these merchant fleets not only set off from Sapphire Hill, but they should also return from Madara. How could it be so coincidental that a ship on the west side of the Wagtail Strait could not be seen.
Moreover, even in the land of the undead, humans actually exist. Especially in places like the Swift Plain, the relationship between Madara and the Nine Phoenix humans is still harmonious. Since the two sides have business and trade exchanges, it is difficult for the West Coast. Avoid traces of human activity.
But the eyes are already close to the territory of the undead, but there is a dead silence on the west coast, and even half of a person can't be seen, which is too weird.
Everyone couldn't help looking at each other.
"What's going on?" Mr. Liu also thought of this. "When my lady and I passed by here before, we could still see a lot of merchant fleets."
"Perhaps it was because of the fog that they all returned to Hong Kong."
"Then at least there should be fishing boats."
"This is also..."
Huang Huo looked at Instaron: "Mr. Instaron, have you seen it wrong?"
Instaron shrugged: "Is it unclear, my dear little lady."
"Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"Because it is unnecessary," Targus said in a deep thought, "As planned, we have to go to Gussel for supplies, so we will know what is happening on this sea anyway."
"Where is Gusail?" Brando asked.
"It's the port mentioned by Ms. Delphine."
"It's actually very simple, there is no need to make such a fuss," Instaron interjected: "We don't have to go through the fog, we can go by land."
"By land?"
"I agree with this view," Delphine nodded. She looked at the sea chart, and then replied: "Walking through the south of the Dead Moon Sea by land, you can also reach Sett, Port of Eternal Death and Deadwater Bay, regardless of It doesn't matter whether you take a boat from there or go directly to the heart of Madara, but if this happens, Miss Huang Huo and Mr. Liu may have to make a long detour."
She looked at the two masters and servants on the side of the ship. Mr. Liu and the little princess of the Yufeng clan looked at each other, and the latter shook his head and said: "We have nothing to do, sister Delphine, if it wasn't for the star fall. , We would also go to those places."
"Wait, go to the hinterland of Madara?" Brando interrupted the two. Although he had a plan to go to the hinterland of Madara, he had never told the prime minister's daughter about this plan. In theory, they should be. It's right to go to Eluin.
What's more, if you go overland, isn't this going around and returning to the original point
He suddenly felt a little pain.
Delphine swiped and put away the chart, folded it twice, and then raised his head and said, "What's your opinion?"
She is still the daughter of the prime minister of the empire. Because she had dealt with the old marshal Frank before, she still called Brando Mr. Earl, but in private, she directly referred to the lord. NS.
"This..." Brando suddenly saw Delphine bend over and put the chart on the wooden table. She blinked at him with her back to the other people through the turn of the stall.
Brando certainly didn't think that this playful act of the prime minister's daughter was acting like a baby to himself.
He pondered for a moment, and realized that he could not find the origin of the fog. To be cautious, it was naturally that Instaron and Delphine's suggestions were more appropriate.
At the same time, he also asked the other party in the spiritual communication: "What's the matter?"
"The mystery of emerald." The prime minister's daughter frowned beautifully, as if she hadn't fully mastered this ability, she replied in only four words.
"It's in Madara?" Brando was taken aback.
But he suddenly reacted. Didn't the player who obtained the world of stagnation in history get it from a certain undead lord in the southern part of the Dead Moon Sea
"are you sure?"
"Trust me, Lord Lord."
Brando nodded silently. The abilities of this prime minister's daughter during the period of working with him in Fattan Port are far from outstanding, and her reputation in history is also very great, Cruz’s flower of wisdom. , Quite popular among Cruz players.
On the other hand, in terms of the choice of route alone, Instaron also expressed the same opinion. These two historical geniuses reached an agreement by coincidence. This heavy weight is not something he can easily despise. .
"In any case, let's go to Gusail as originally planned."
Brando glanced at the sea mist one last time and made a decision like this.
Although they are on the ship of the undead of Madara, in fact, after Brando wakes up, the command of the fleet has returned to his hands. After all, he and Frank are enough to dominate. The fate of everyone on these two ships—
Moreover, out of some different thoughts, the two principals of Madara, Targus and Instaron did not express any objections.
that's all.
Throughout the day—from noon to afternoon, the fleet was still heading towards Tweed Island according to the scheduled route, and until the sunset, everyone on board, including the undead sailors on the watchtower, did not see it. Any ship other than them appeared on the sea.
Under this weird atmosphere, the setting sun sank from the west under the canine-toothed coastline. After night fell, the star Dou rose, and the sea near Tavid Island became quieter.
The small sailboat does not have the kind of gatherings on the airship, and the undead do not need food, so the only living on the boat are their own dry food, only Brando and Delphine have special treatment-by Targus took special care of the humans captured from the ghost car.
I have to say that in these details, the vampire aristocrat did not compromise the demeanor of the old-school aristocracy.
But even so, the food is not necessarily rich. For example, Brando and Delphine’s only dinner right now is a smoked mackerel coated with grapefruit juice and topped with an avocado.
If necessary, you can add some slices of bread and butter, but Brando is really dismissive of these junk foods, plus he is close to the level of perfect body, in fact, there is no need to supplement these foods.
But the prime minister's daughter ate very delicately. She sat at the table with a very decent manner, carefully tore off the smoked fish, and then chewed it carefully with a fork in her mouth, which looked pleasing to the eye.
"Lord Lord, don't you need it?"
"I don't have to."
"Does it mean you need me to serve you with a meal?"
"You think too much, Miss Delphine..."
The light of the candles in the cabin flickered, and there was such a nutritious conversation between the two occasionally.
Brando once thought that Antitina was already a model of aristocratic daughters, but compared with Delphine, there was a gap. The way the prime minister's daughter ate was that she was born noble-she was very picky in eating. , It can be said that except for the most delicate part, most of the fish are discarded by her.
Although he did not speak very restrained, he could also see that the other party was obviously very dissatisfied with the dish.
He really doubted whether this woman could fill her stomach with this little food, and he couldn't help but shook his head before he picked up his own fish and handed it over.
Delphine was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and looked at him winkingly:
"Do I need to say thank you?"
Brando shrugged.
"I would rather you say something else, Miss Delphine."
"for example?"
"About the mystery of emerald."
Delphine paused, she reached out and swept the hair in front of her forehead: "I see..."