"He's always wanted to do something, you know... He's been holding it in for a while and has no place to vent. He should go out for a walk."
"How did he get there?"
"There is a small boat - the valve on the right side is stuck. I asked them to go out from the left side. It is a lifeboat with a capacity of 3 people. They did not bring any supplies, so there is no need to worry about people escaping."
Ethan was still very reliable. Leon nodded with satisfaction and looked at the empty control seat: "Where is His Royal Highness?"
"I'm too tired. I'm going back to sleep."
On the other side, Tenney just returned to the bedroom drunk.
Celebration banquet - no matter what, his contribution was real, a group of people praised him and poured him wine, damn it, he had never experienced such treatment before, and he drank too much without realizing it.
That was a treasured fruit wine, not for enjoyment but for supplementing vitamins. It showed how happy everyone was. If he didn't immerse himself in the fun, he would be letting down all his efforts during this period of time, so he didn't think it was a big deal.
I took a shower and lay down on the bed, and soon I started to hear snoring.
He was so tired that he forgot to lock the door of the cabin. He didn't know that two people were talking about him outside and passing information to others.
"His Royal Highness has fallen asleep." Torres held a speaker microphone, the other end of which was connected to a copper tube. "Nothing unusual happened, and he probably didn't have a nightmare... I think he can sleep well."
"As for other observations..." Having said this, he looked across.
Cybertron folded his arms across his chest, staring at the wall with his back to him, as if there was something there worth studying.
"Miss Meng Yao said that she didn't sense Improl's dream either. I think it should have left. Maybe it has something to do with those radio signals."
"I didn't say that!" Cybert turned back suddenly.
"You didn't." Torres hung up the phone and curled his lips: "Aren't you allowed to push it myself?"
"What if you're wrong?"
"You didn't tell me that. It's your responsibility."
The two men left cursing, and no one paid attention. Teni turned over in the bed, muttering two names.
"Alwin..."
"Weiss..."
The cheerful atmosphere spread gradually, and soon reached Captain Xiude and Billie. They huddled together with a dozen rescued sailors and breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the news - as long as they could get up, even if these strangers didn't have nautical charts, with experienced veterans like them who really knew how to sail on the sea, they would be able to quickly identify the direction of the mainland and guide this incredibly magical submarine to the shore for supplies.
Even Ge Lan, a patient with the lowest status, was given a glass of aged fruit wine, which shows that the atmosphere has really improved.
After drifting on the sea of blood for more than an hour, Aman returned in a small boat.
Together with two other crew members, they took the detection device and circled the nearby waters, and used fishing nets, hooks and other tools to drag back a metal buoy.
"Bang!" The float was thrown onto the restaurant floor, and a group of people gathered there to study and watch.
"Is it a bomb?" someone speculated.
"It should be a signal device, the kind that sends telegrams on a fixed basis."
"And it's specially made, waterproof design, with spaces inside, so it can float on the sea."
Li Ang moved a piece of equipment to the side, and after turning on the power, he carefully flipped the wave switch, and immediately, an extremely harsh noise came from the speaker.
Everyone was forced to cover their ears - the sound was so horrible!
"Mistake!" Li Ang apologized quickly, then changed a few angles. Gradually, the noise became more regular, as if it was - or should I say it was - Sarah's common telegraph code!
"Eight... five... seven, six... three... two..."
With his solid professional knowledge, Li Ang quickly translated the contents of the telegram and frowned as he looked at the whole group of people. "It sounds like geographical coordinates."
"Where's the map?"
With a loud bang, a huge map was dragged up.
They used compasses and rulers to measure on the map for a long time and determined four different directions.
"How come there are four of them?" Darent scratched his forehead. "Are you sure you can read a map?"
"Shut up, wooden man. How about you come here? Let me see if there are wood chips or brains in your head."
"Maybe I have a bunch of wood chips in my head, but I can at least guess that the coordinate system used by the Corrupted Blood Kingdom is definitely different from what we are used to."
Although he is mean, what he said makes sense.
Maybe the coordinate method is the same, but the Elsa continent has been moved to another sea area, so the longitude and latitude of the original map cannot be used.
Without caring about the quarrel, he quickly went to ask Captain Xiu De for help.
Facts have proved that this decision is correct. Captain Shude immediately pointed out a direction - it was southwest of the Aisha coastline, below the port of Inian, where there was a natural fjord.
"What do you mean?" Li Ang stood up. "My guess is... some tin men want to find us, but they don't know our exact location, so they can only drop these iron balls nearby."
That is to say, we hope that we can receive the signal as soon as they escape danger and rush to the coordinates to meet them.
As for who the Tin Man is, is there even a need to ask?
The only one who could do such a thing and have the ability to manufacture such an iron ball could be the Mechanical Kingdom.
"What should we do?" He already had a plan in mind, but he still pretended to ask everyone, "Are you going or not?"
"We just got out of danger, right? I think we should..."
Someone wanted to express his opinion, but was stared at by Leon, Ethan, and Darent at the same time, and he fell silent in the middle of his speech.
Fortunately, there were still some sensible people. The head chef stood up and said that their opinions should not be sought for such an important matter. It would be better to wait for the real captain of the Pierre to return and "let Miss Hitzfeld make the decision herself."
Ethan was very pleased with this and looked at him as if he were a lover.
The fat chef was a little afraid of him and shrank back into the crowd.
"That's it," Leon happily decided. "First, let's refer to the advice of Captain Jin Lisi and find a coastal city in Elsa for supplies. It would be best if we could contact our captain - I mean, she can come in person, and then we can discuss whether to go or not."
……
Elsewhere, Hitzfeld wakes up in the cathedral.
I looked at the time, and it was not yet 6pm. If I remembered correctly, the banquet at the Governor's Mansion was to start at 7pm.
However, there were no cars in the Corrupted Blood Divine Kingdom, and she didn't remember whether the Governor's Mansion was near or far, so she quickly washed up and went downstairs to find Monia and let this experienced nun arrange the itinerary.
"The Governor's Mansion is not far from the Cathedral, you don't have to worry."
Sister Monia was aware of her shortness of breath and tried to comfort her, "Sister Tamo was wearing clerical clothing when she first went to see him. You don't need to change clothes. The ride will only take thirty minutes."
"Where's the gift?" Hitzfeld frowned, but decided to ask more questions to be on the safe side. "Did Sister Tamer bring anything when she first met him?"
"I don't know about that."
"Do you think I should bring it?"
"This...it's up to you to decide."
That's really up to me to decide.
Hitzfeld smiled and felt free and happy again.
There are factional struggles within the Corrupted Blood God Country, all of which are caused by the changes caused by Xina's rebirth. Before she took over the body of the Human King, both forces should have been in the hands of Yinsel, but Xina was obviously unwilling to become his pawn, and she broke away from Yinsel's control and took away the Blood Bone Mage Association, a big piece of the puzzle.
From this perspective, Yin Seer seems to be easy to talk to?
It was true that he was crazy, but his father said that he never got angry and was always calm. Sheena could do what she did now either because he acquiesced or because he was busy with other things and couldn't spare her time. In this regard, Hitzfeld hoped it was the latter.
If it's the former, it would be too troublesome...really too troublesome...it would add more variables to the already complicated situation. How could she guess what a person wants to do when there is no intelligence support?
There was plenty of time to prepare, so she went back to the laboratory while thinking. After entering, she saw a row of bottles and jars piled on the table - among them happened to be a few bottles of her practice works.
I dare not practice with dangerous drugs. The only things that can be described like this are perfumes and ointments. Hitzfeld half-closed his eyes and looked back and forth at these works, remembering that the Governor had a daughter who was particularly vain.
Then choose a rose scent.
Picking up a bottle and putting it into his waist bag, Hitzfeld paused, walked quickly to the table, opened the drawer, and confirmed that the bottle containing Alessia's reagent was still inside.
"Are you going to let out the wind again?"
The little water man seemed to be taking a rest. When the black cloth wrapped around him was removed, he rubbed his eyes because of the light.
"..." Hitzfeld said nothing, covered it with the black cloth again, looked around the laboratory, and saw a metal box in the corner.
metal.
Ok.
This is a precious resource in the Corrupted Blood Kingdom.
It can be seen from the buildings and various decorations that mechanical creations are very unpopular here. Most of the materials are biomass and wood. Only the upper level is qualified to store and use metal creations.
Ignoring the muffled curses coming from under the black cloth, she ran to the corner, picked up the box, opened it, took out the sundries and put them away, then put a piece of cloth inside, and carefully stuffed the black cloth wrapping the test tube in.
Finally, close the lid, turn and pull the key, and put the box into the drawer - all preparations are complete.
As expected, he found that there were tentacles following him when he came out. Hitzfeld informed the Holy Hall without turning his head: "Keep an eye on the laboratory until I come back. No one is allowed to enter the room."
After arranging these things, she got on the carriage and went to the Governor's Palace.
I don’t know how Xia is doing over there.
As the ride was rocking and swaying, she missed the woman's face.
Did you have a good rest?
Could the tree in Posuo Mansion really be Mr. Gu?
As I was thinking about all sorts of things, there was a light knock on the wall of the carriage.
"We are here, Master Hashem."
She touched her hair and pulled the strands that hung down to her chest. Finally, she decided to put a black veil on herself.
Because she didn't know whether Luca would come or not, and the old wizard knew her, she didn't want to cause trouble for no reason.
When I opened the car door, there was a lot of noise. I was a little surprised to find a young maid kneeling under the axle.
Does this mean that I will use my back as a cushion for her feet?
Hitzfeld wanted to jump over her, but the moment she raised her foot, she felt several gazes looking at her that were related to the mysterious road.
Oh...you are trying to test my nature by using untouchables.
Anyway, she wasn't wearing high heels, so she stepped out and landed firmly on the maid's back. She stepped down with an indifferent look on her face and was guided into the yard.
Someone in the dark frowned, called the servant to whisper something, and continued to observe the guests who came.
Nellie Bislow was, after all, the daughter of the Governor. She remarried this time, and there were quite a few guests who came to support her. But after all, it was in Neptune City, on the front line, and there were basically no prominent families to be seen. There were only high-ranking military officers.
It goes without saying that Hitzfeld's nun's dress has attracted widespread attention in this environment. Unlike being mindlessly pursued and admired by the public on the streets, she can clearly feel that the gazes she is receiving are complex.
It is difficult for normal people to analyze the pie chart from the eyes, but the mysterious master can slightly sense the emotional fluctuations in the mysterious road, so she knows that some of them are afraid of her.
Sheena seems to have a strong control over the army.
Hitzfeld didn't know anyone, so she ignored everyone, found an empty table in the corner, sat down alone, and waited quietly for the banquet to begin.
Halfway through, someone came over with a tray. She guessed from the way other people put things on it that they were there to receive gifts, so she took out a bottle of perfume and put it on it, letting the waiter put a note on it that read "Sister Hashem."
She ignores people, and others don't seem to want to pay attention to her either.
A large number of officers knew each other and were mingling before the ceremony even began, with noisy conversation and a lively atmosphere as they waited for the newcomers to enter the banquet hall.
Hitzfeld waited for a long time, but it was already 7: and no one had come yet. He felt even less favorable towards the Governor's family.
Should I put some poison in my perfume?
Anyway, it's a chronic disease when it breaks out. We had probably left the Sea King City when Bislo found out. Why didn't I think about it before...
She felt a little regretful, and then she heard cheers from the front. Countless people stood up and whistled and applauded towards the door. She also stood up and vaguely saw another group of guests escorting the newlyweds into the hall.
In the center is Nellie Bislow in a blood-red wedding dress, with dark red hair tied up behind her head, skin as delicate as a baby's. The dress boldly reveals her shoulders and cleavage, and her bright smile seems to be able to overflow with water.
But the person next to her suffered. Hitzfeld was surprised to find that it was actually a young girl, wearing the same wedding dress as Nellie. Her childish face looked no more than 15 years old, and her face was full of panic.
Is it the same for both men and women?
With a twitch of his lips, Hitzfeld hypocritically deducted a little more points from his impression score.
Strictly speaking, it's not double standards, because she is very loyal.
"Why are you here?"
A hurried voice came from the side.
Turning around, it was indeed Luca.
