Sisay swaggered at the helm, and the Shell continued to move forward crookedly, completely losing its previous agility. The Brass Dragon does not know how to sail a boat. He uses his wings to cross thousands of mountains and rivers. Now he could only rely entirely on feeling to become familiar with the operation of the ship bit by bit .
Vincent looked worriedly at the river in front of him, and several whirlpools caught his attention. Van Dijk once told him that the most important job of the person steering the bed is not to hold the steering wheel tightly, but to always pay attention to judge the shape of the river water and avoid possible undercurrents and dangerous shoals. Especially on unmarked rivers, experience is often more important than anything else.
Thinking of this, the mage ran to Xisai's side. He knew that as soon as he opened his mouth, the brass dragon 's tirade would follow, but for the safety of all passengers - of course, Xisai flew away as soon as he spread his wings , and his safety was not in Vincent's consideration - the mage He bit the bullet and said to him: "Sisay, you'd better give me the steering wheel."
"Why? Isn't it good for me to drive a boat? This Shell sails smoothly on the river, and you don't even feel any shaking. Believe me, I am the best boat driver among all the dragons. This is The work is not difficult for me. In addition, the weather is so hot, you, a young mage, should not be exposed to the sun. If your head is damaged by the high temperature, it will become dizzy and it will not be easy to do anything. Now. Although I look like a human now, the temperature won't have any impact. You'd better get into the cabin and have a rest. I will sail the ship well."
Sisai paused for a moment, and Vincent thought he had stopped speaking, but he didn't expect that he just took a breath.
"Master, why are you still here? Just listen to me and go on. Is it possible that you have something important to tell me? Or do you have your own special reasons for sailing the ship yourself? If that's the case, naturally I won't It will hinder your actions. I am a dragon that is very easy to communicate with. It has been like this in the past and it will not change now. But I have a request. When you are sailing the boat, can you let me stay aside. Maybe you Humans have a special way of driving a boat. Even if you don’t want to teach it, I’ll just watch it for a while. It’s a good way to pass the time.”
After saying that, he took a step back and gave the steering wheel to Vincent. If this time is wasted, the ship will soon rush to a possible reef under the water. The mage quickly turned the rudder and avoided the danger.
Sisai looked at the mage in puzzlement: "Why are you driving the boat so brutally? As soon as you get on board, you suddenly change the direction and the whole boat becomes very unstable. It's better than I can drive smoothly. If you continue..."
Vincent couldn't bear it anymore and pressed the staff against Sisay's lips. Suddenly, he remembered the size of the brass dragon again , and the knowledge his mentor had told about the dangers of dragons. Before Sisai's eyes showed anger, Vincent quickly said: "In this case, you should be the one to sail the boat. I'll go into the cabin and take a rest."
"Oh, that's it!" Brass Dragon said with a smile: "You should have listened to me a long time ago. After all, I have lived much longer than you and have more experience. You go down now, don't Continue to bask in the sun here. If you feel a little dizzy now, or find it difficult to breathe, I suggest you find a cool place to lie down and have a rest, keep the air flowing, and if you still have the corresponding spells, you can create some Something cold to cool down. Of course, even without the corresponding preparations, you can still..."
Vincent slammed the hatch behind him, blocking out the nagging sounds. In an instant, his ears felt cool, and an ethereal feeling of relief flowed throughout his body. The mage took a few deep breaths, as if a thousand pounds of weight were suddenly lifted off his shoulders.
Entering the inner cabin, Shelley pointed the crossbow at the entrance and put down the weapon when he saw Vincent coming in. Van Dijk was in the corner, anxiously placing a towel soaked in ice water on Soka's forehead. The little angel was still unconscious as he hesitated.
"Who is here?" Shelley asked, "Has it been solved?"
"I don't know if this is a solution." Vincent said helplessly: "The three druids have left the ship, but a bard has boarded the ship again. Although it will be much safer than before, maybe It will seem very troublesome. You'd better ignore him, and there will be no problem." The mage looked at little Soka, his little face was already red: "How is she? Why did she become so ill all of a sudden? ?And it looks more serious."
"I have never seen such a situation." The old sailor said: "Even ordinary children should not have such a severe heat stroke. But for a child with wings like this, I don't know what to do. "
"It's not like a disease," Shelley said. "To me, it's more like a curse."
"Curse?" Vincent frowned: "Who would curse an angel? And how did he cast the curse?"
"If I had studied in 'that' temple for a few more years, I might be able to answer your question." Shelley touched Soka's little face with pity and said regretfully.
The mage walked up to Sokka, put his hand on her forehead, and concentrated on feeling the energy in her body. The strong magic resistance of the angel family makes this kind of observation very difficult for him, but the continuous source of magic power supports Vincent's will. The little angel groaned in pain, his face turning red and white. Shelley and Van Dijk held their breath and waited anxiously.
"No, there are no traces of magic in her body. Whether it's the arcane magic of the mage or the divine magic of the priest, I have never found it." Vincent shook his head and raised his hand from Sokka's head: "I didn't find the curse. Unless the person who cast the curse is far more powerful than me."
Speaking of this, Vincent thought of Xisai who was still sailing the boat outside. This old dragon, which could almost be called a living fossil, should have something to do. He immediately left the cabin.
As soon as I stood on the deck, I was greeted by Xisai's voice like a storm: "Master, why did you come out again? Could it be that you have understood the loneliness in my heart and felt the pain of loneliness, so I decided to Continue chatting with me? You are really good. My heart is always full of contradictions. On the one hand, I want you to tell novel stories, but on the other hand, I am afraid that the vicious scorching sun will bake you. You are now Coming out really posed a problem for me, what should I do?"
Vincent ignored him and waved his staff at the anchor to submerge the heavy anchor chain into the water. The speed of the Shell gradually slowed down, and finally stopped.
"Sisai, there is a patient that you need to look at now. If you still talk at this time, I will think that you are deliberately causing death. Whether it is according to the covenant between the mages and the dragons or according to the treaty of your brass dragons. This is not allowed for a kind-hearted person. At that time, even if my power is low, I will drive you away!"
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Looking at the Master's firm eyes, Xisai remained motionless. His pupils became vertical and narrow, with yellow light flashing . Brass Dragon was thinking about what qualifications the young man in front of him had to challenge him? The dignity and pride of the Dragon Clan made him hold his head high and remain motionless like a nail stuck on the deck.
Vincent looked at the brass dragon, observing his performance. There was still a hint of doubt in the back of his mind about the curse. Sokka's symptoms were too similar to those of Ida Eagle Head, who had already lost his life . The mage also found no damage caused by external force on the two people. I originally thought that the druid was acting, but there is no doubt that the eagle head can accurately feel the dragon's approach through "pain". Although there is no reason why the Brass Dragon cast a spell on Angel Sokka, it cannot be ruled out that he did something secretly.
The mage deliberately used such rude language to talk to the dragon just to test Xisai's character and endurance. If it really had something to do with him, Vincent wouldn't care about challenging the dragon.
The Eye of Insight stared at every inch of Xisai's movements, the black in the pupils spinning rapidly like a whirlpool. The Brass Dragon was surprised to see this phenomenon and couldn't figure out what it was. Looking at Vincent, he thought of his past master Cassus. With his powerful "left hand", he became a famous man in the era of the great arcanist . The fine gold arm he made was in the hands of the young mage opposite Xisai.
"Mage, your tone of asking for help is not kind." Sisai said: "But this is nothing compared to your firm confidence in wanting to save people. I am a brass dragon, and I signed a mage covenant. The dragon that has existed since then will tolerate your unreasonable behavior this time." He slowly stepped down from the helmsman's position and stood in front of the mage: "Young human being, you should thank your predecessors. Their long-term accumulation has made you You can stand in front of me safely now. Next time, remember, even a kind dragon will kill out of anger."
Vincent opened the hatch and allowed Sisai to enter the inner cabin, while he followed closely behind. The brass dragon sniffed the smell in front of him and easily found the room where Sokka and the others were?
Shelley and Van Dijk looked at the "young man" who walked in with surprise. He had a fair face and brown hair, and was wearing a sky blue loose cloth and black pointed-toed soft boots. He held the brand new shamisen casually in his hand, while the other hand was stroking his curly beard.
"My name is Xisai, good morning everyone, the sun is really bright today..."
Vincent's powerful staff made a heavy knocking sound in the wooden cabin, and the echo of "dongdong" echoed in everyone's ears. Sisai thought for a while, stopped her customary self-introduction, and turned her attention to the little girl lying on the bed.
"Celestial creature?" The Brass Dragon understood Sokka's identity with just one sniff. He looked back at Vincent: "How did you summon her to this world?"
"Her condition." Vincent replied briefly: "The other stories will be my payment after your treatment is completed."
"Okay! But this turns out to be an angel of the morning light!" Sisai stepped forward quickly, put his hand on Soka's forehead, and muttered something. White soft light emerged from his fingers and spread all over the little angel's body. Sokka moaned softly, the redness on his face slowly faded, and his breathing became steady.
However, there were thin beads of sweat on Xisai's forehead, and starting from the back of his hands, blood vessels and veins emerged one by one. His body seemed to be under tremendous pressure and was shaking constantly. In just a moment, he stood up from the chair and pushed his legs hard to the ground, fighting against the strong repulsive force that wanted to drive him away from the angel.
It was like a steel bar that had been bent by force finally reached its limit. With a loud bang, Xisai was completely ejected and plunged backwards into the wooden wall. Several people were startled by this sudden incident. Van Dijk took a few steps back, protecting his head and face with his hands; Shelley drew out his rapier and stared at the direction where Sisai fell.
Vincent ran to Sokka's side and put his hand on her forehead. Fortunately for the mage, the little angel's body has cooled down, the high fever has been relieved, and his breathing has calmed down. Now the little guy seems to have fallen into a sweet sleep, and the "disease" has gone away.
"Mage!" Xisai patted the dust on his body and stood up from the wall that had a big hole as if nothing had happened: "Come out for a moment, I have something important to talk to you about."
Looking at the brass dragon's frown , Vincent also felt that things were starting to get weird.
"No matter what, your next stop will be the Elf Kingdom in the Moon-Condensing Forest. According to you humans, that is the Elf Forest, Salantir. Find the Archdruid and wait for me there." Sisay He looked up at the sky and just stared at the fiery sun in the sky: "Things have become very wrong. I need to check it out. That little guy met me. You may not know how lucky it is. . She is fine now, but I am afraid that something a hundred times more serious than her condition will happen. Master, tell me now where your great masters are, and I will borrow their power."
Vincent looked at the dragon, waiting.
"It seems that you haven't forgotten the covenant you signed with our dragon." Sisai smiled bitterly and said in the language of the dragon : "I, Neragos Mintrasif, the brass dragon, In exchange for his true name, he demands to know where the mages gather."
" Vincent & ;#8226; Feng • Chilan, an apprentice of the Mage Association, agrees to your request." Vincent pointed to the distance with his staff: "It's in that direction. I think, with your knowledge, You should know where I’m talking about.”
"So I understand, young mage. In fact, sometimes, your rituals are more wordy than our brass dragons." Sisai pointed to the mage's pocket: "That stone is the sacred stone of the druids. Just return it to the Archdruid when the time comes. Remember, your next stop is Salantir, get there as soon as possible. Good luck will be with you."
While talking, he floated into the air. The dragon's figure gradually emerged, and its broad wings covered the entire sky above the Shell. Sisay easily lifted the anchor chain with his claws, flapped his wings and moved the boat forward. Shelley and Van Dijk came to the deck and happened to see this amazing scene. The brass dragon said to the mage: "Goodbye, I will come back to take back the story you owe me."
After saying that, he flapped his wings and left the sight of these people. Vincent supported the old sailor, whose legs were already weak, and let him lean gently against the side of the ship.
"What's going on? Why is there a giant dragon wandering around?" Shelley asked: "Does your mages on the ground still have control over all the dragons? Is that dragon your mount?"
"No, I'm just an apprentice." Vincent said: "As for the dragon mount, I don't even dare to think about it."
"Apprentice? Are you just an apprentice?" Shelley opened her eyes wide: "If we calculate this, how powerful should those archmages be?" She looked at the giant dragon that had turned into a small black dot on the horizon and said to herself To: "Now I understand why arcanists have mastery over all dragons."
"Mage? Vincent, are you a mage?" Van Dijk looked at Vincent in surprise, looked him up and down, and pushed him away: "Vincent, why do you want to do such an evil profession? Have you forgotten? We Fenton people were tortured and destroyed by mages in the past? Are you worthy of the parents who raised you?"
"He is worthy of anyone, old guy!" Shelley drew out his sword: "You are so ignorant that you cannot see clearly the power of mages and do not understand their actions, but you continue to impose your own prejudices on Vincent's head. Like this Stupid creatures should not exist in this world!"
Vincent waved his hand and asked Shelley to put away the rapier. He let go of Van Dijk's arm and walked silently into the cabin to take out the sleeping little angel.
"We will leave here." Vincent said to Van Dijk: "I will leave on the sampan at the stern of the boat and won't cause you any more trouble."
The old sailor watched Vincent's actions in silence. He wanted to speak several times but could not.
" Vincent!" Shelley said: "Do people on the surface treat you like this? Are you going to let this kind of eyes fall on you forever?" She pointed at Van Dijk: "He can't even use You helped him repair this ship, but now he lets you leave without saying a word..."
"Shelley." Vincent gently put Soka on the sampan: "I am just walking on my own road, then and now. Maybe this road will intersect with many people's roads, but I know which one very well. That’s my way.”
"What do you mean? Don't tell it like a riddle." Shelley glanced at the old sailor one last time and jumped onto the sampan lightly.
"I mean, don't forget your own path because of other people's opinions. Isn't this how you were able to leave Prudence City..."
Watching a small sampan go down the river, Van Dijk stood on the bow of the Shell, holding tightly to the ship that had been with him for many years.
"You old thing, I'm so ashamed of you," said the old sailor angrily. He glanced at the pipe in his hand and let it slide into the flowing water of the Fondo River. After a few ups and downs, it disappeared.