It was morning, so Brand quickly figured out which side was the land based on the direction of the sun's rays. However, it was not so easy to determine his current location. Who cares? Let's go ashore first.
The poor mage who had never rowed before clumsily began to move forward with the wood pulp in his hand. The thrust of the Hand of Magic was a real help to Brand, who was not used to rowing. Unfortunately, his mana consumption was too fast, so he had no choice but to cast Haste on himself and continue rowing.
At the same time, the prefectural city of Hubble, thousands of miles away, became a little desolate after entering the winter month. People were used to dividing the seasons by the winter and summer months, and now it was the last time of the three months of the winter month. There was not a single green leaf on the bare branches. The trees that had lost their green color more than two months ago were a little ugly, but on closer inspection, one could see that the treetops were clearly showing a hint of tenderness.
A young girl dressed as a swordsman was waving her sword in the thin morning mist. Not far away, a little girl who was about twenty years old was stumbling over. The young girl continued to move forward and backward as if no one was around. Her footwork and swordsmanship were highly coordinated as she performed simple but murderous sword moves. The little girl stopped after about ten steps. Her big red eyes showed admiration. It was Caterina and Mia.
Caterina's high ponytail danced happily behind her head with the last stroke, and the girl ended her morning exercise just in time. " Nana..." Miya's voice was a bit shaky. However, she could still say a few words occasionally. Caterina, who had lost all hope, was happy for a while. Unfortunately, her mister didn't know that. Thinking of this, the girl's face revealed a trace of sadness.
" Nana... here you are." The little girl happily handed the warm towel that she had brought with her to Caterina. Catrina took the towel and squatted down to wipe Miya's face carefully. Then she turned the towel around and wiped her sweaty face with the other side. Perhaps because of her father's outstanding bloodline, Caterina's height was even a little higher than that of ordinary men. However, compared to Brand's slightly thin figure, the difference was already very big.
When the admiral was alive, he was never willing to mention the mother of the two siblings who died early, but his mother was also a tall and beautiful woman. Nana's eyebrows were long and slender, but she had a heroic spirit that ordinary women lacked. Her curly eyelashes set off her bright blue eyes. The snow-skinned girl was once the most famous young lady in Hubble County, but after her family fell, she had actually stayed in a poor mage's house for three years, even though this house was originally the old residence of Brigadier General Cohen.
The sunlight shone through the leaves and made her feel warm and tired. She seemed to be thinking about the scene of her practice just now. Caterina stood quietly in the warm winter sun and lost her mind again. However, Miya stood obediently at the side and waited for the confused girl without saying a word. Even such a little girl had fallen in love with this beautiful big sister in the short time she was brought back. Her long legs couldn't hide her high waistline even under the long dress she usually wore. Her chest was just right, making the girl's tender neck look even more attractive. Whether it was a servant or a woman, there was nothing to be picky about. Even a child like Miya, who couldn't clearly distinguish the definition of beauty, couldn't resist the extraordinary charm of a young girl who was soft on the outside but tough on the inside.
Miya, who was standing at the side, looked at Nana happily. She seemed to have thought of something and opened her mouth to say the word "rice" with difficulty. Caterina touched Miya's face lovingly and dragged the little girl to the kitchen to eat. When the master was not at home, Nana did not want to sit alone in front of the big dining table. Perhaps it was not because she was lonely.
In fact, he had started his training as a swordsman when he was twelve years old, but he had to stop this practice due to family changes. Although Brigadier General Cohen was not a famous person, his swordsmanship was far superior to ordinary people. He was probably a level nine or level ten swordsman. However, for a navy brigadier general, he did not use his sword much. Most of the time, he was fighting with the sea, just like Wizard Brand who was in trouble.
With a good foundation and a tenacious personality, Caterina had already reached the level of an Intermediate Swordsman the year her father passed away. After that, she had to put more effort into taking care of the house that the unscrupulous master had never cared about. However, Brand had always treated the Brigadier General's daughter like a family member, so he was not heartless. If Nana was willing, the poor mage would probably have to ask the servant for pocket money.
The incident with the demonic antelope had deeply hurt the girl's tenacious heart. Perhaps as a servant, she had already shown that she was beyond the average person's standards, but seeing the mage walk in danger again and again, and could give up his insignificant life at any time, Caterina could no longer sit still. The short sword had been sent out, and the long sword that matched it was once again held in the girl's hand. This genius girl, who even her late father could not help but sigh at her inferiority, had finally returned to the path of a swordsman.
And after much effort, Brand finally found a place to go ashore, even though he had identified the correct direction.
The mage felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction when he stepped on the ground. Only then did he express his deep gratitude to the teacher who taught him about geography and scenery. If it were not for the comprehensive education system of mages back then, it would have been very difficult to determine the direction in the vast sea. This also confirmed the admonition in a boring old-fashioned textbook-a mage was not just a spellcaster.
When it was almost noon, they finally climbed up a small hill from the rocky seaside. From here, there seemed to be traces of human habitation not far ahead. Overjoyed, Brand tidied up his belongings and quickly headed toward his target.
When he arrived, he realized that it was just a temporary camp. The mage who had not slept for the whole night endured the fatigue and carefully examined the surrounding situation. From the campfire that had been extinguished but was still warm, he could tell that the people who camped here had not left for long. But who would camp here?! Brand frowned and could not think of a reason. There was no animal hair, scales, or blood at the scene. Moreover, this low and sparse coastal forest was completely different from the environment in the back mountain of Silversail Town. It was not a suitable place for hunting at all.
From the estimation of the camp, there were about a dozen people. The fist-thick branches used to build the temporary shed were very smooth and neat. It seemed that the other party was not a native of this remote area or an ordinary villager.
The mage could not help but laugh at himself. Was it because of the strange encounters he had these past few days that he was becoming more and more timid? However, in the principle of being careful, Brand still cast the Air Force Field to be safe. At the same time, he cast the Level-5 spell Spirit Word I: Otherworld Servant. The Tarantula (Curse) finally came in handy. The fist-sized Tarantula did not have much attack power, but its fast movement speed and the advantage of being able to climb almost anywhere, as well as its night vision were all powerful assistance for mages.
The Tarantula was about to climb up the roof and hide under its master's instructions when a black shadow suddenly shot toward the Mage from a dozen steps away without any warning!!!
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(Previously, some readers suggested asking for votes at the end of the chapter. The Legendary Hand also felt that the opening chapter was not related to the main text and would hinder everyone's reading. In the future, routine errors, votes, and temporary announcements will be placed at the end. Thank you for your support.) Thanks to everyone, my recommendations and favorites are slowly increasing. I've finally found a reason to cheer up, even though I was already a little discouraged. [Note: Ultraviolet night vision is actually the best night vision in EQ. Dark Elves and some other races have this talent.]
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