The Amber Sword

“Where are we right now?” Brando asked again.

Tagus lowered his head and gazed at the compass: "North of Rosalind, from the west coastline reference, it should be not far from Green Jade Hill. ”

“Shouldn't this route be busy? ”

“In theory, it should be, but perhaps because of this haunted fog, the flotilla in the direction of the Swallow Plains has also been stopped on the other side of the fog. ”

“Mr. Installon, do you have a theoretical basis for this statement? ”

“Just speculating, beautiful lady. ”

Delphine came to the other side of the ship's side and swept her gaze from the uneven coastline west of the Strait of Thunder, a continuous cliff and reef where the waves smashed into a fine white line on the reef.

The western coast of the Strait of Tartarus, with its intersecting canine teeth and dense reef beaches, is also the reason why the area is so desolate, otherwise it will never be so infertile as the swallow plain, which is separated from the sea.

But this coastline is not without good harbours, otherwise the route cannot be talked about, at least if Rosalind is one, while there is the territory and deep-water harbour of the Lords of the Dead in the north.

“What are you looking at? ”

Others are less familiar with Delphine, but Brando's relationship with her is now closer, and when he sees the latter, he understands what she should think.

“A little strange. ”

“Strange? ”

Prime Minister Jinjin gently tapped her head and she made a gesture to a sailor not far away - a fleet of dead souls, but also professional sailors, some of whom inherited lifelong knowledge, some of whom were trained the day after tomorrow, and Madara, who also had her own navy, who would otherwise not be able to cross the sea to attack St. Osor - and then took a nautical chart from the latter.

She opened the chart and drew a line from it: "To the north is the nearest island of Tevid, where there is a port of death between the island and Cesam, but there is no boat on the nearby surface, which is unusual. ”

“It's not just a boat.” Despite Tagus' murderous eyes, Instaron flipped the blade, ‘bandaged' it onto the deck and stretched a lazy hipster: “It's too quiet on the nearby coastline, don't you think? ”

By his reminder, the crowd reacted, they had previously been unable to see the ship on the surface near Rosalind, and it could be understood that the ship moored in the port naturally ended because the port of Rosalind had been blown to the sky. Ships from the eastern side of the Strait are blocked on the other side by the fog, so there are no sails on the natural surface.

But now that the fleet has sailed north for almost three days, it can be said that it has reached the left of Green Jade Hill, unlike Rosalind, which is the busiest area of the Strait of Qingyu, not only the ocean fleet leaving the port of Green Jade Hill, but in fact the largest number of small merchant fleets on the surface of the area is the one that travels between Madara and Rain Swallow Plains.

Naturally, these merchant fleets have not only departed from Green Jade Hill, but should have returned from Madara. How can they be so accidentally invisible to a ship on the sea west of the Strait?

Moreover, even in the realm of the dead, there are human beings, especially in places such as the Rain Swallow Plain, where the relationship between Madara and the Jiufeng human race is quite harmonious. Since both sides have commercial and trade dealings, it is difficult to avoid traces of human activity on the West Coast.

But the eyes are close to the realm of the dead, but on the west coast is a dead silence, not even half a person can see the smoke, which is a little weird.

The people could not help but look at each other.

“What's going on here?” Mr. Liu thought of that too, "before Miss and I walked by here, we could still see a lot of merchant fleets. ”

“Probably because of the fog. ”

“Then at least there should be fishing boats. ”

“This is also...”

Phoenix looks at Installon: "Mr. Installon, did you see something wrong? ”

Instaron shrugged: “Isn't that clear, my dear little lady? ”

“Why didn't you say so? ”

“Because it's not necessary," said Tagus. "As planned, we have to go to Gussel to supply, so in any case, we'll know what's happening on this surface. ”

“Where is Gussel?” Brando asked.

“The port to which Ms. Delphine referred. ”

“It's actually very simple, there's no need to make such a big fuss," Instaron said, “we don't have to go through the mist, we could have gone by land. ”

“By land? ”

“I agree with that," Delphine nodded, looking at the chart and answering: "By land through the south side of the Sea of the Dead Moon, you can reach Sutter, the Port of Eternal Death and Dead Water Bay, either by boat or directly into the heart of Madara, in which case Miss Phoenix and Mr. Liu may have to make a long detour. ”

She looked at the two master servants on the side of the boat, and Mr. Liu glanced at the little princess of the Yufeng clan, who shook her head: “We had nothing to do with this, Sister Delphine. If it had not been for the star crash, we would have gone to those places. ”

“Wait, to the heart of Madara?” Brando interrupted both humanitarians, although he had a plan to go to the heart of Madara, but he never told the Prime Minister about it, and in theory they should have gone to Eruin.

Besides, if you go by road, isn't it going around and back to where you came from?

He suddenly felt a bit of an egg pain.

Delphine painted the chart and folded it twice before raising her head: “What about the Count's opinion? ”

Her apparent identity was also that of the daughter of the Imperial Chancellor, who had previously dealt with the old marshal, Blank, so she called her Count Brando before, although in private she was directly proportional to the Lord.

“This...” Brando suddenly saw Delphine bending over and putting the chart on the wooden table, winking at him with her back to the other person as she turned around.

Brando certainly wouldn't consider this prime minister Chikin's playful move to be petting himself.

He shrugged, realizing he couldn't find the fog, and cautiously, naturally, it was Stallon and Delphine's suggestion that was more appropriate.

At the same time, he also asked each other in a heartbeat: "What's going on? ”

“The Mystery of Emerald.” The Prime Minister frowned beautifully, seemingly not having fully mastered the ability, and replied in four words.

“Is it in Madara?” Brando was surprised.

But all of a sudden he reacted, and the player in history who had been stagnated, didn't he get it from a soul lord in the south of the Sea of Dead Moon?

“Are you sure? ”

“Believe me, Lord. ”

Brandomer nodded silently, his ability to work with him for some time in Port Fatan had long been far from superior, and she had a great reputation in history, and Cruz's wisdom flower was quite popular among Cruz players.

On the other hand, in terms of the choice of route alone, Stallone expressed the same view, and the two historical geniuses agreed on the same thing, and the weight of this heaven was not easily defied by him.

“Anyway, let's go to Gusser as planned. ”

Brando finally took a look at the fog and made the decision.

Now they're on Madara's ship, but in fact, when Brando wakes up, the command of the fleet returns to him, and after all, he and Blank, taken together, are enough to control the fate of all of them.

Moreover, for some different reasons, the two main actors on the Madala side, Tagus and Installon, did not object.

That's it.

Throughout the day - from noon to the afternoon, the fleet continued on its scheduled course towards Tevid Island, and until sunset, no one on board, including the dead sailors on the lookout tower, saw any vessel other than them on the surface of the sea.

It was in this strange atmosphere that the sunset sank from the west beneath the intersecting coastline of canine teeth, and after nightfall, the starbucket rose and the surface near Tevid Island became quieter.

There is no such thing as a party on a small sailboat, and the dead don't need food, so the only living people on the boat have their own dried food, and only Brando and Delphine have special treatment - specially taken care of by humans captured by Tagus from ghost cars.

In terms of these details, it must be said that the vampire nobility does not in any way detract from the old nobility.

But even so, the food is less abundant: Brando and Delphine's only dinner right now, for example, is a smoked mackerel topped with grapefruit juice and a pineapple.

If needed, some bread and butter could be added, but Brando's disrespect for these junk foods, coupled with his near-perfect body level, does not really need to supplement them.

Instead, the Chancellor was very sophisticated, and she sat at the table in a very decent manner, carefully tearing down a strip of smoked fish and chewing it carefully with a fork in the entrance, which looked pleasing.

“Lord, don't you need it? ”

“I don't have to. ”

“Does it mean you need me to serve your meal? ”

“You think too much, Miss Delphine...”

The light of the candles in the cabin fluctuates, and there is occasionally such a non-nutritious conversation between the two.

Brando once thought Antina was already an example of noble gold, but there was a gap compared to Delphine, and the Prime Minister's way of eating gold was priceless at first glance - she was very picky and could be said to have abandoned most of the fish except for the most sophisticated part.

And while he was very restrained from opening his mouth, he could see that he was clearly very dissatisfied with the dish.

He wondered if the woman could fill her stomach with this food and had to shake her head before she could carry a plate of her own fish.

Delphine stunned for a moment and looked up at him with glances:

“Do I have to say thank you? ”

Brando shrugged his shoulders.

“I'd rather you say something else, Miss Delphine. ”

“Like what? ”

“About the Mystery of Emerald. ”

Delphine stopped and she reached out and plundered the hair in front of her forehead: “I get it...”

……

(PS: There are still many gentlemen in the group, classmates, after all, this benefit was promised to you a year ago. In fact, I didn't really want to write about it. It took so long to compensate you. Don't go too far, classmates, I don't want to die yet. Besides, the little prince says he doesn't want to be king. What the hell is a queen?