It had been six days since they left the port, and they could finally see the land and port. In order to speed up, the fleet had less than five days left to rush to the next assembly point, where they were basically close to the front line.
However, sailing in the outer seas was boring and stormy. Brand, who had never taken a ship before, finally understood the meaning of " a good man does not drive a carriage, and a good man does not go out to sea." This probably meant that he was fine. He had never driven a carriage before, so he wasn't sure. However, he finally understood how torturous it was to go out to sea. How could he get used to such a bumpy life on the sea in just a few days? Captain Da Vinci, who was still somewhat humane, asked his adjutant, the captain who had brought the mage to see him that day, to send a small bag of dried plums to Brand.
He didn't know if it was the effect of the sour dried plums or the effect of tying himself to the hook on the wall with the rolled up bedsheet and forcing himself to enter the sixth sense to meditate, but he finally didn't retch non-stop today.
Although Marcus had never been on such an ocean voyage like his master, he was still a good young man who had been fishing and doing hard work in the mountains. On the ship, he was like a fish in water. Besides taking care of Brand, who was struggling to survive, he often helped the sailors wash the deck. As a result, all the sailors on the Saint Laurent Flying Fish got to know this "superior" big guy.
It was the same today. Seeing that his master was obviously much better, Marcus was afraid to disturb the mage's meditation, so he quietly left the room and closed the door. The old boatswain of the first lieutenant secretly made half a bottle of wine for Marcus, who had worked for him for most of the day. There was no wine today, but the pipe was really fragrant. Marcus had smoked a pipe from the countryside before, which was not as fragrant as this one. After finishing their work, the old man and the young man began to smoke and chat, surrounded by a few young sailors.
"I say, with your figure, aren't you a Damar?!”，The old boatswain looked like he was in his fifties or sixties, but only experienced old men could lead a group of young people up and down on an ocean voyage.
Scratching his head, Marcus thought for a moment and said honestly,""I grew up in Silversail Town. What are the Dammas?”
" Hahahaha…" The crowd laughed. The old boatswain almost choked on his pipe and wiped the corners of his eyes with all his might. Among the laughing group, a handsome second-class sailor said,"" Dammas are nothing, hahaha…Dammas are nothing…"
" Little bastard, what nonsense are you talking about?" The old boatswain knocked the seemingly innocent private with his pipe and explained to Marcus,""The Darma people are indeed not good people. The Darma people were a race. Race, do you understand?”
" I understand. We Saint Laurent people are the descendants of the Hero King, so we're of the same race. The people of the Padt Kingdom are the branch of the Hero King, so we're of the same race," Marcus said after thinking for a while." The Elmians are different from us. Their ladies don't wear pants."
" Hahahahaha…" The laughter grew louder. Fortunately, the pipe was in his hand. The old boatswain wiped his sweat and stopped the group of people who were holding their stomachs and laughing."What do you mean by not wearing pants? Everyone else is wearing short skirts, understand? But that thigh, tsk tsk…"
The young men looked at the old boatswain who squinted his eyes and smiled. They couldn't help but yearn for the thighs under the short skirt.
The boatswain, who had come to his senses, pretended to cough twice seriously and continued,"We're getting off topic. Marcus is right. We're the descendants of the Hero King. Padt, or East Padt now, is our relative. However, those sons of bitches from Sepat ran off to hug the thigh of Hermie's wife and refused to acknowledge us as a group. Pfft, they refused to acknowledge us as descendants of the Hero King."
The old boatswain paused for a moment. He looked at the people around him, including Marcus, who were attracted by the sight, and then he said with satisfaction,"
" Do you know about the Ten Thousand Years Blood War? Flying Dragons, Elven Master Archers, Ice Field Mammoths, Mountain Giants, Half-Orcs, and Earth…" The second-class soldier, who was a little anxious, interrupted again."Uncle Cook, are they goblins?"
" I know it's a goblin." The boatswain, Cook, who had been interrupted, glared at the young man unhappily. Under the urging of the crowd, he began to tell the story again.
"There are also goblins. It is said that even the water race participated. In short, there are all kinds of strange things in the Ten Thousand Year Blood Battle! "The Ice Field Mammoths are the mounts of the Damar people. That fellow can kill you, and you with just one leg…" Cook pointed at the heads of the people. "Including me and Big Marcus, we'll all be trampled into meat patties!”
The old boatswain, who was deliberately mystifying, successfully frightened the young men who were listening attentively. Old Cook, who was full of joy, continued,
"He has thick skin and flesh. When he stands up and shakes his nose, he can be as tall as an auxiliary mast!”，The group of people who were listening to the story let out a loud cry. "The shortest one on our auxiliary mast is as tall as five or six people. An Ice Field Mammoth can carry more than a dozen Darma people. These Darma people are about the same size as Marcus. They carry bundles of javelins on their backs and throw them down from the back of the Ice Field Mammoth. They will be injured and killed."
Cook glanced at Marcus, who was listening attentively, and continued,"" However, I heard that the Damar Tribe disappeared after the 10,000-year bloody battle. Even the Ice Field Mammoths have disappeared." Someone in the crowd asked," Uncle Cook, you're only in your fifties. It's been more than a hundred years since the ten-thousand-year bloody battle ended. You weren't born then, right?"”
The boatswain flew into a rage out of humiliation." Newbie, what do you know? I heard this from my boatswain when I was a second-class soldier."
After listening to the good story, the group of lads asked a lot of questions, such as " who is stronger between the Ice Field Mammoth and the Flying Dragon?"," Will they be invincible if they are used as siege chariots?"," What will happen if the elves fight against the Ice Field Mammoth?", and so on. Old Cook, who was so annoyed that he only knew what he had just told them, waved his hand and sent them all to work.
Brand woke up from his meditation and walked out of his assigned room. Although it was a little short and narrow, he was not as big as Marcus. Anyway, mages were considered a little thin among adult men, so he did not care much about the simple facilities on the ship. Perhaps Loren would care about such things? Brand suddenly thought of this.
Standing by the side of the ship, the sun had already set, and a faint full moon hung in the distant horizon. Perhaps it was because it had just risen, it looked a little looming, beautiful and illusory. I wonder if Caterina is doing well? He had just let go of his longing for his good friend, but he remembered the people and things at home. After all, the mage had not reached the point where his white beard could understand the ways of the world.
The waves hit the hull of the ship and turned into a pile of small waves that were rolled to the stern. Brand couldn't help but sigh at the fact that this unexpected war was just like the waves that were thrown behind the Saint Laurent Flying Fish. It was just a small interlude in the eternal history of mankind.
Just as Brand, who had gathered his emotions and was about to go eat, took two steps forward, the bow of the ship was obviously raised high. Fortunately, the mage's eyes were quick enough to grab the railing so that he did not fall. No, this was not the aftereffect of seasickness. It was indeed the bow of the ship being lifted by the waves. The mage hesitated for a moment, considering whether he should go back to his room with the railing. A bigger wave came.
Before they could react, huge waves rolled over one after another without any warning. The waves that turned into mist on the hull of the ship greatly blocked the vision of the surroundings. Brand, who was desperately holding on to the railing, had to use all his strength to fully release a Gravity Spell that had been deliberately weakened. The target of the spell was naturally himself. He barely managed to take advantage of the Gravity Spell's effect and rushed to the hatch behind him. He grabbed the door handle and twisted it.
They were finally safe for the time being. Brand, whose robe was completely wet, was now completely frightened by the power of the sea. However, the various objects in the room that were shaken from one corner to another reminded the mage that the waves outside did not stop attacking the entire fleet.
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