Warships are larger than merchant ships, so they should be much more stable. People who think so may never see the sea in their lifetime, such as Maya. No matter how big a ship is compared to the ocean, it is just a lonely boat, not to mention that the Ottoman ships are not much larger. She still cannot leave the bed because of severe seasickness, and gradually developed to the point where it became a burden to open her eyes. Christina took off the oil lamp directly above her for her, which was of no help. The ship itself was shaking, not a lamp.

But there are other benefits to shipbuilding. Everyone has their own beds. The former captain of the ship is an avid tapestry enthusiast, and his collections are used as bedding by girls.

Maya woke up from a drowning nightmare, and she could no longer remember which time it was. The dream was lifelike and she did not miss any details. Even if she had never been in the water once, she had never seen the seabed. The content of each nightmare is similar, and every nightmare is forgotten as soon as she wakes up.

The nun only remembers that the sea is deep, very dark, and nothing...

She slowly put her feet on the floor, first with her left foot, without feeling anything unusual. She continued to work hard and put down her right foot. She moved from the soft bed to the solid floor, and even this simple movement could trigger a new round of vomiting a few days ago.

Very good, I can do it. The stomach is very calm and the head is not dizzy. She waited for a while and finally plucked up the courage to stand on her feet. Everything went well, and the dizziness that was tormenting her all the time disappeared.

Yiru, the two friends who were always by her, Emily and Christina, their beds were empty.

I have to be more motivated and can’t bother others to help me bring meals. Although she had no appetite, she started changing clothes. After putting on her boots, her sharp ears gradually recovered from hearing and told her what was happening outside the hatch door.

The desperate cry for help, the messy steps sounded like a battle! She grabbed her breastplate in a hurry and found another weapon. Terra's nun pushed open the closed hatch door and wanted to share the fate with her partners.

The sea water is blood-red, and the smell is salty and fishy. How is this possible? Before she could think clearly, she was knocked down by a passing person.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, it's all my fault."

Maya was dizzy and let Klaus help her up. The man was as strong as a cow, and it was easy to hit or help. The knight led her to the central deck. It turned out that she was not encountering an enemy, but saving people. A few people who were huddled on the deck, trembling and wet all over were the result of everyone's efforts.

More people, or corpses, are drifting on the sea with the remains of a large tract of ships.

"What's going on?" she couldn't help asking.

"No one knows, except these people, but they say nothing." The Knight had no choice.

She noticed that the rescued people were all women, and Maya had no idea where they came from.

“I have blankets in my room.”

The survivor who escaped death would not have anything but trembling, maybe it would be better to come over warmly. The knight nodded and called the two sailors to go to the nun's room together. Maya stayed there, and she knew that she needed her more here.

"You saw it last night, and now you remember to tell me?!" Christina really wanted to punch the poet, or hang him up and whip him according to the rules of the army.

Dandrian knew that he was in the wrong, and he knew that telling the elves that the enemy was strong and I was weak, was playing the piano against the cow. He simply used his trick and let Christina scold him with great sincerity, and then apologized.

The elf did let him go, but it was not entirely because of the great poet's obedient attitude, and she still had someone to save her.

Christina was awakened by the odor. It doesn’t matter whether this is a vomit from Maya. It’s the most important thing to leave the room quickly.

Emily slept like a dead pig, and humans had a slow sense of smell and senses. The initiator Maya also slept well, after all, the poisonous snake would not be poisoned by its own poison. The hatred of the black and white elves is so deep that even her, the wanderer who was exiled to her hometown, was resentful.

She never regarded Maya as a friend, but was just a partner in traveling together, as a necessary supplement when she lost her divine power. This was the reason she invited the nun.

When she opened the door and walked out, she smelled the smell of the sea breeze, she realized that she was wrongly betraying the nun. The sea water here was like a gutter of a slaughterhouse in the suburbs of the capital. The strong smell of blood directly invaded her lungs from her nostrils, which made her almost vomit. The sea water was also a common color on the ground of the slaughterhouse, with a strong blood redness.

It turned out that this was the sea of ​​blood. She had only read it in books. It was better to see it at first sight than to hear it. Dandrian appeared with a wooden cup, and he had been like this for the past few days, as if he knew when Christina would wake up.

The elf took the cup, did not refuse indifferently as before, or smash him with a bottle. Dandrian was a generous funder who had borne the entire cost of the carriage and horse, and was no longer just an annoying suitor. Moreover, he had never harassed the elf once since the beginning of the trip.

The days when Dandrian howled under her window were like yesterday, it was pretty good at that time. I was a Paladin, and Little Lyon could not speak, and his father...

She took a sip of the drink in the glass. The Turks had a very strong taste, and their wine was also... The elves forced themselves to swallow it. Drinking at sea was better than drinking rotten water. She could smell the smell from the poet's mouth, and Dandrian drank the water from the bucket and gave the wine to her.

The poet leaned on the side of the boat and was also curious about the bloody sea surface. The elves joined him and the two stood side by side.

"Thank you, Mr. Grant." Christina's words came from the heart.

The poet looked at her with a smile, but did not answer, but instead raised his eyebrows on his side, which looked very funny.

Christina was amused, "Dandrian." She changed her words.

Dandrian heard Christina call his name for the first time, and the rogue poet was ready to move, and a series of flattering words surged to his mouth.

No, calm down, the elf likes mature men. The poet saw Christina's nature, the innocent girl, in a stage where she would be attracted to older men.

He insisted on observing the sea instead of Christina's fascinating face. Even though the fragrance on her body made Dandri feel distracted, the great poet maintained the surface calm.

It’s a pity that the wreckage and corpses floated from the sea destroyed him only once every few years.

Warships are not a good place for reading, but as a mage, there is no choice. It is much better here than the saddle shaking on the horse's back, the tents that are airtight on all sides, and the bonfire alone.

In addition to the magic book with Merlin's red cover, she also brought her own copy. Even with the identity of a high-level mage, she could only read the contents of some books in the library. The part about the materials was sealed by a spell and turned into a vague stain, which was said to be able to be unlocked by only the great mage herself.

I don’t want to become an old woman and regain my youth. That’s too obvious and I will definitely show my strength.

The church declares that birth, old age, sickness and death are sacred. If she dares to reverse this process, put on a black robe and rushed to the countryside would be the lightest punishment. Emily is not greedy, it would be good that she would be ten years younger, and no one can tell, right? She just thought about it so wildly and fell asleep with her notes in her arms.

She was awakened by the sound of Christina closing the door. It was not the elf. The wood products would be deformed after floating on the sea for a long time.

Emily stretched, and the air in the room was not very good, which gave up her the idea of ​​sleeping. Sister Maya's bed was in the corner, and she said that it would feel safer.

The wizard smiled and walked over, covered her with a quilt, wiped off the dense sweat beads on her forehead. Emily took the risk of glance at the wooden barrel beside the bed, which was empty inside.

Maya's body has adapted to the sea, but her brain has not yet accepted it.

She tidied up the bed, yawned again before walking out, and Emily was careful not to let the door make a sound.

Seeing the elf and Dandrian chatting on the side of the boat, Emily shrugged and gave up on Lyon? Well, don't blame me for being rude. She was about to enter the kitchen to get some food, but was accidentally shocked by the sound above her head. The watchman called the captain's name and reported that there was a large area of ​​"the wreckage of the ship" in the north.

At this time, the north wind was strong, pushing the warship towards the new discovery of the lookout crew. Soon Emily saw the second largest shipwreck in her life, second only to the fleet where Duke Rick was sunk by a meteor.

In fact, whether it is pursuing the black-robed witch or looking for the Shield of Terra, Sanchez can draw benefits from it. Compared to the bounty, he is more concerned about being able to cleanse his identity one day and burning this annoying black robe.

I am a person with a daughter and can no longer live like a mouse crossing the street. Ruby is becoming increasingly difficult to control, and she always complains that Sanchez is "incompetent" and "a pauper."

This trip became a rare opportunity for him and Ruby to live together day and night. The boat was so big that the succubus could not run far away. Unlike at home, Ruby could always find excuses to sleep with him. Sanchez made good use of the small cabin and re-experienced the use of his summoning succubus.

No one could think of the black-robed wizard, and no one dared to attack his wife. Sanchez had been in it for a long time, exhausted herself, and did not realize what was happening outside. The succubus was not a woman, so Ruby's senses were more sensitive. She pushed Sanchez away and sat up from the blanket. The hull was shaking, and she heard the sound of water. The ship was sinking? Ruby reminded Sanchez. The black-robed wizard's reaction was to pounce on her again, which was no different from a dog in heat.

Ruby shook her head and slapped Sanchez hard before waking him up.

"Put your clothes, let's go." Succubus picked up her close-fitting clothes from the ground one by one. The bra had been torn to pieces by the mage, and Ruby threw it on Sanchez's face in anger.

You can't blame him, I accidentally charmed Sanchez and made him do this.

There is more than the black-robed mage who has nothing to do on the boat.

The water rushed in immediately as soon as he pushed open the door. Ruby had to drag it and took Sanchez out of their small room. The water in the cabin had flooded its knees, and the hull suffered another violent impact, leaving more leaking holes.

The succubus pulled Sanchez to the stairs in the water that reached his waist, and smashed the hatch above his head with one punch.

No matter what the situation outside was, at least it wouldn't be bored anymore. Ruby snickered, making Sanchez inexplicable.
Chapter completed!