Vol 6 Chapter 154

"Where are we now?" Brando asked again.

Targus looked down at the compass: "To the north of Rosalin, from the reference of the coastline on the west, it should be not far from the Jade Hill."

"Should this route be busy?"

"In theory, it should be, but maybe because of this ghostly fog, the fleet in the direction of the Swift Plain was also blocked on the other side of the fog."

"Mr. Instaron, do you have a theoretical basis for this statement?"

"Just speculation, beautiful lady."

Delphin came to the other side of the ship's side and glanced over the uneven coastline on the west side of the Luan Strait. There was a continuous sea cliff and reef, and the waves crashed on the rock to form a fine white line.

The staggered coastline and dense reef shoal on the west coast of the Luan Strait are also the reason why this area is wild, otherwise it will never be so barren than the Swift Plain across the sea.

But this coastline is not without good ports, otherwise the route will be impossible to talk about, at least Rosalind is one, and there are territories and deep-water ports of the undead lords in the north.

"What are you looking at?"

The others were not very familiar with Delphin, but Brando's relationship with her was now closer, and he saw the latter's look and understood what she should have thought.

"A little strange."

"strange?"

The Prime Minister Qian Jin nodded slightly, and she made a gesture to the sailor not far, although it was the undead fleet. But there are also professional sailors, some of whom inherited the knowledge of their lives, and some of them were acquired the day after tomorrow. Madara also has his own navy, otherwise they will not be able to cross the sea and attack St. Osor and then take over from the latter. A chart.

She opened the chart. A line was drawn from above: "The closest to the north is Tyved Island. There is an undead port between this island and Thessam, but there is no boat on the nearby sea. This is abnormal."

"It's not just a boat." Instarron ignored Tagus's gaze of killing, turned his blade upside down, stuck it on the deck with a stretch, and stretched out: "On the coastline nearby It's too quiet. Don't you think it's abnormal? "

After his reminder. Many people reacted. They could not see the ships in the sea near Rosalin before. It can also be understood that because the Rosalin port was blown up into the sky, the ships moored in the port naturally ended. The boat from the east of the Luan Strait was blocked on the other side by this fog, so no piece of sail was seen on the natural sea.

But now the fleet has sailed north for almost three days, and it can be said that it has reached the corner of the Sapphire Hill. Unlike Rosalind, this area is the busiest sea area on the Luan Strait, not only the ocean-going ship group leaving the port from Sapphire Hill, but in fact the most on this area is the shuttle between Madara and Swift Plain Small merchant fleet.

Of course, these merchant fleets not only set out from the Sapphire Hill, but they should have returned from Madara. How could it be so clever that a boat on the west side of the strait could not be seen.

Moreover, even in the territory of the undead, there are actually human beings, especially in places such as the Swift Plain, where the relationship between Madala and Jiufeng is fairly harmonious. Since the two sides have business and trade exchanges. It is then difficult to avoid traces of human activity on the West Coast.

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 a human can not see it, which is too weird.

Everyone couldn't help looking at each other.

"What's going on?" Mr. Liu thought of this, too. "When Miss and I passed here before, I could see a lot of merchant ships."

"Perhaps it's all because of the fog."

"Then at least there should be fishing boats."

"This is also ..."

Huang Huo looked at Instaron: "Mr. Instaron, did you see that wrong?"

Instaron shrugged. "Is this unknown? My dear little lady."

"Why not say it earlier?"

"Because it's not necessary," Targus groaned. "We had to go to Güsel to supply as planned, so we'll know what's happening on this surface any time."

"Where is Güsel?" Brando asked.

"It's the port mentioned by Ms. Delphin."

"It's actually very simple. There's no need to make such a fuss," Instaron interjected. "We don't have to go through the fog, we can go by land."

"Going by land?"

"I agree with this view," Delphin nodded, she looked at the chart, and replied, "You can reach Surt, Permanent Harbor, and Deadwater Bay by land by crossing the south side of the Dead Sea. Either take a boat from there or go straight into Madala's hinterland, either. Only then, Ms. Phoenix and Mr. Liu may have to go a long way. "

She looked at the master and servants on the ship's side. Mr. Liu and the little princess of the Yufeng family looked at each other, and the latter shook her head and said, "We have nothing to do, sister Delphine, if it is not for the star , We would go there, too. "

"Wait, go to the hinterland of Madara?" Brando interrupted the two. Although he had a plan to go to the hinterland of Madara, he never told the prime minister about this plan. In theory, they should be It's right to go to Eruin.

What's more, if it's overland, wouldn't it go round and come back to the origin?

He suddenly felt a little bit painful.

Delphine swept away the chart, folded it twice, and then looked up: "What about the count?"

She is clearly the daughter of the Prime Minister of the Empire. Because she had dealt with the old Marshal Blank before, she still called Brando in front of her, but in private, she was directly used as the Lord Lord. Already.

"This ..." Brando suddenly saw Delphin's movement of bending over to put the chart on the wooden table. She turned to the stall and blinked back at him.

Brando certainly wouldn't think that the prime minister's playful gesture was coquettish to himself.

He groaned a little, realizing that he could not find the origin of the mist, and cautiously, naturally, the suggestions of Instalon and Delphine were more appropriate.

And at the same time. He also asked the other side during the spiritual message: "What's going on?"

"The Jade Mystery." Prime Minister Qian Jin frowned beautifully, it seems that he has not yet fully grasped this ability, only four words to answer.

"It's in Madara?" Brando was startled.

But he suddenly reacted. Didn't that player in history get the stagnation realm from the hands of an undead lord in the south of the Sea of ​​the Dead Moon?

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me, Lord Lord."

Brando nodded silently. The prime minister Qian Jin's ability during the period of cooperation with Fattan Port has been far from excellent. And she has a great reputation in history. Cruz's flower of wisdom is quite popular among Cruz players.

On the other hand, in terms of route selection alone, Instaron also expressed the same opinion. The two historical geniuses agreed on the same place. This heavy weight is not something he can easily despise. .

"Anyway, let's go to Gussel as originally planned."

Brando finally glanced at the sea fog. So the decision was made.

Although they are now on the ship of Madara's undead, in fact, after Brando woke up, the command of the fleet returned to him. After all, he and Blanc combined together, enough to dominate The fate of everyone on these two ships

Moreover, for some other thoughts, the two principals of Madala, Targus and Instaron did not object.

that's it.

Throughout the day from noon to afternoon, the fleet continued to follow the scheduled route towards Tweed Island, and until the sunset fell, everyone on the ship. No one, including the undead sailors on the watchtower, saw any ships appearing on the sea.

In this weird atmosphere, the setting sun sinks from the west to the canine-staggered coastline. After nightfall, the stars rise, and the sea near Tyved Island becomes even quieter.

Small galleries do not have the kind of dinner on board a floating ship, let alone the undead need no food. Therefore, the only survivors on board were their own dry food. Only Brando and Delphin had special treatment and were specially taken care of by humans Targus took from the ghost car.

I have to say that in these details, the vampire aristocracy did not damage the old school aristocracy.

Even so, the food wasn't necessarily as rich. For example, Brando and Delphine's only dinner at the moment was a smoked mackerel, topped with grapefruit juice, and topped with avocado.

If necessary, you can add some bread slices and butter, but Brando is dismissive of these junk foods, plus he is close to the level of perfect body, in fact, it is not necessary to supplement these foods.

However, the prime minister, Qian Jin, eats very delicately. She sits at the table in a very decent manner, carefully tears the smoked fish off one by one, and then chews it carefully in the mouth with a fork.

"Master, don't you need to?"

"I don't have to."

"Do you need me to serve you?"

"You think too much, Miss Delphin ..."

The light of the candle in the cabin flickered, and occasionally there was such a non-nutritive conversation between the two.

Brando once thought that Antitina was already a model of aristocracy, but there was a gap between it and Delphine. The way the prime minister eats food is that she is very picky at first glance. It can be said that except for the most delicate part, most of the fish was discarded by her.

Although he did not speak very restrainedly, he could see that the other party was obviously very dissatisfied with the dish.

He really doubted whether this woman could fill her belly with this little bit of food, and she could not help but shake her head, then picked up a plate of fish and handed it over.

Delphin froze, looked up and stared at him with a wink:

"Do I need to say thank you?"

Brando shrugged.

"I'd rather you say something else, Miss Delphien."

"for example?"

"About the Emerald Mystery."

Delphin paused, and she reached over her hair in front of her forehead: "I see ..."

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(Ps: There are still many gentlemen in the group, classmates. After all, this benefit was promised to you one year ago. Actually, I did n’t want to write it hard. I think it ’s a long time before I compensate you. Do n’t take it too far. Classmates, I don't want to die yet. In addition, the little prince said that he didn't want to be a king, and what kind of ghost is he, and what are your morals?) (To be continued.)