My Magic Age

After sailing on the sea for nearly two weeks, the ship slowly slowed down and stopped and started on the sea.

Sometimes, Captain Bronte even drove the ship out of the ocean current to slow down the speed of the ship.

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Ying Li was obsessed with the perfume of Rococo Flower every day, and she couldn't help herself. She always said that she wanted to see what the perfume made from the "devil's blood" would smell like. Would it be a fragrance that people would be addicted to after one sniff? Perhaps the ladies in the aristocratic circle of the imperial capital dreamed of getting a perfume with this charm.

Helena believed that the perfume made from the "devil's blood" would be a poison that could make people's spiritual world feel illusory.

The girls were full of expectations for this perfume made from the expensive "devil's blood". In fact, its production process was not smooth. Ying Li had not been able to master the most critical refining link at the end. After failing several times, she was a little discouraged. At this time, Ying Li would ask me curiously: What kind of woman is "she"?

I know she was asking about Qi Ge, who has the title of magic potion scholar in the imperial capital. It is Qi Ge who holds the formula of the crazy potion. The formula of these magic potions in Qi Ge's hands even made some people in the royal family panic, and also brought her engagement with Wells to an end.

Women are very sensitive to certain things. Although I never mentioned Qi Ge in front of Ying Li, she seemed to know something. I think the problem may be with Catalina.

Seeing that Ying Li always likes to lock herself in the cabin, I think she should go out to take a breath, so I successfully persuaded her and took her out of the cabin to the deck to blow the sea breeze.

I think maybe she will look at the endless sea and change her bad mood, so she won't ask those questions that are painful to answer.

When Ying Li, Helena and Becky appear on the deck together, the sailors on the deck often become very excited. Sometimes they even forget their work, stand there stupidly, and watch them slowly walk by in front of them.

The sailors on the deck always look forward to this moment. They hide behind masts, canvases, ropes, and barrels, peeking at the girls with a greedy look. The skin of the sailors has become mottled due to being soaked in seawater all day long, and some even have some stratum corneum growing on their skin. It looks like they have undergone some kind of mutation due to years of living on the sea. This physical mutation has slightly distorted their hearts.

What they can do every day is nothing more than raising and lowering the sails, adjusting the angle of the sails, scrubbing the decks, fishing and gambling.

Unless they are docked at the port, there is usually no chance to see women.

However, many times, Captain Bronty's smuggling ship will secretly dock at a port, and the sailors have no chance to stroll around the island.

So when they look at women, their eyes will become extremely obscene and greedy, like a stink bug sucking blood, nailing it in the flesh and refusing to let go.

In the hearts of these sailors, Miss Cherry was a goddess of charity and benevolence. One sailor accidentally offended the goddess's chest, and Miss Cherry stabbed his arm mercilessly. Then these sailors realized that the sword hanging on Miss Cherry's belt was not just a beautiful decoration.

The poor sailor did not avoid the beating of his companions because of his injured arm.

The next day, he was squatting at the stern to scrub the floor with his arm hanging on his bruised face. Miss Cherry wanted to get closer to observe his injuries, and he was scared and howled and fled into the cabin under the deck.

However, on the ship, the only exception who was not paid attention to by the sailors was the beast warrior Kalancuo, because Kalancuo stood next to the wooden barrel on the deck for ten consecutive days, looking for the strongest person among the sailors to arm wrestle on the wooden barrel. The sailor with the best record successfully persisted for ten seconds.

Facing Kalancuo, who was not very strong but had infinite strength, the sailors were completely devastated. They were even embarrassed to walk with their heads raised in front of Kalancuo.

Every day, there was an attractive little tail behind Kalancuo. She had an angel's face and a devil's figure, and at the same time had flesh wings and feathers. This strong contrast could easily arouse the most obscure desire in a person's heart.

Deborah had such charm. Every day, she would wander on the deck like a proud peacock with a proud chest.

Wherever Deborah passed, she would always make people fall and make Captain Bronte furious several times.

...

Among this group of people, the one I couldn't see through the most was actually Joan.

Because of Jacques, we met this girl with a dark skin, but I didn't understand why she didn't stay in Galapagos City, but ran to this ship with us to take this adventure.

Her attitude towards Jacques was always so indifferent, close yet distant. She would also be like some naive civilian girls, worshipping those knights wearing magic pattern armor. She would lie on the railings and watch Knight Lanter doing morning exercises obsessively.

However, I don't think she would bravely board this smuggling ship just to get close to Knight Lant, nor would she have any inseparable feelings with Jacques. There is only one poor person, and that is the wishful Jacques.

So at this time, I can't find the reason why she chose to take a boat with us on an adventure at that critical moment.

Joan is a girl born and raised in the plane of Vashj, and she knows how to enjoy a comfortable life.

She will lie on the deck chair on the deck in cool clothes to bask in the sun, and when she faces the burning eyes of those sailors, she will not be too embarrassed.

She is used to life on the ship and knows how to choose delicacies in the sea. She is not as ignorant as ordinary civilian girls. She knows how to live a refined life, but she is full of contempt for Jacques, who has an aristocratic style, but she always gives Jacques a little hope in his heart.

But recently I found some clues. Joan always finds opportunities to get close to Shirley Newman. Occasionally, I would enjoy a delicious seafood lunch with her, and on a summer afternoon, we would lie in the sun on the stern loft together.

Sometimes, Noah would also participate.

One night, I lay on the deck and looked at the stars in the night sky of the Vashj plane, trying to find some secrets in the star map so that the stars in the sky could become the best sea map for night navigation. Helena was like a gentle kitten, curled up on the lounge chair next to me, half asleep and half awake, accompanying me.

Catalina, who always guards me, sits on the tall mast crossbar, looking at the stars in the sky with me, as if she wants to know what I am looking at.

At this time, Jacques came over from the stairs, sat beside me silently, and looked at the quiet sea in the distance.

There is nothing else in the sea at night except the sound of surging waves.

He poured himself a glass of golden cider, drank a little, and turned to ask me: "People in Ayr City like to drink this?"

I said: "Almost! Many people in Ayr will drink a glass of golden cider as part of breakfast or dinner."

Jacques sat aside and said to me: "I want to learn navigation from Captain Bronte."

Helena, who was sitting on a recliner, covered herself with a blanket and seemed to be asleep.

I looked at Jacques and said to him: "This is a good idea. It can be used to kill boring time."

Jacques said: "I'm serious."

I said: "Of course, no one here will doubt you."

He held the wine glass tightly in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and still told me the reason for coming to me: "I want you to help me!"

I blinked at him and asked slowly: "What do you want me to do?"

There was another silence, as if some words were difficult to say.

"Can you help me tell Captain Bronte that I want to learn navigation from him, and he will definitely buy your face." Jacques said to me, he spoke quickly and blushed.

I agreed to him very readily: "If that's all, I promise you."

"Of course, what else do you think there is?" Jacques was relieved to see that I didn't mock him or refuse him, but agreed to it readily.

"I will make you look at me with new eyes." He vowed to me.

I sat up and said to Jacques: "I look forward to your changes and to seeing your talents."

In fact, I was still quite curious about what inspired Jacques's desire to learn. The gossip fire in my heart was also burning. I planned to listen to his story of meeting Joan, so I sat up from the recliner and planned to have a serious chat with him.

But I didn't expect Jacques to say to me at this time: "You will see it, so I won't disturb you to watch the stars, goodbye."

"Hey..., \u0026*%￥%!" I still wanted to chat with him, but I didn't expect him to pat his butt and run away.

...

"Ji Jia, last night, I thought seriously, let's act separately." Noah came over and said to me.

"Ah?" I looked at him stupidly, not knowing what was wrong with him.

"I don't think I can tie you up and go to Conason Island with me." Noah said to me. "You go to Dunai Island to do your work, I'll go to Conason Island to gather some people, and then as you said, unite the lords of some small islands, and then form an army."

It seems that he has been planning these things with Knight Lante recently.

I waved my hand and said, "It's okay, I can wait, my things have been delayed for a long time, and I'm not in a hurry."

I think I should stay with Noah and help him at this time.

"I will ask Captain Bronte to find a suitable island pier and get off the ship, and then find another ship there to sail to Conason, and you take this ship to Dunai Island." Noah sat in the seat where Jacques had just sat, and then took Jacques's wine glass and poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp.

Then, Noah said, "Besides, the destination of this ship is Dunai Island."

It turned out that Noah thought that Captain Bronte's ship had been moving around a lot in recent days because he was hesitant about whether to go to Dunai Island or Conason Island.

In fact, we haven't discussed these ideas with Captain Bronte yet. He has been moving forward according to his own route in this sea area.

In recent days, the ship's speed had slowed down, and Noah remembered to ask about the ship's upcoming destination.

"Maybe we can try to convince Captain Bronte to take us to Connerson Island. I have a way to convince him." As I said that, I took out a walnut-sized magic crystal from my purse and threw it in my hand. He threw it and smiled at Noah.

Noah left with a heavy heart. It seemed that he had been worried recently and was very sensitive to everything.

So, I decided to ask Captain Bronte about the destination of this voyage. It would not be directly across the long sea and headed directly to Dunay Island.

Pushing open the door of Captain Blondie's cabin, I saw Captain Blondie standing in front of the nautical chart, thinking seriously. He held a pencil in his hand, connecting a line on the chart, and drawing lines along the way. Several circles were drawn in succession in the sea. He held a ruler and measured a line in the sea.

He heard the door open and glanced at the door involuntarily.

When he turned around and saw that it was me, he put away his cruel gaze, forced a smile on Wei Wei, and asked, "It's so late, why do you come to see me?"

"There is a young man named Jacques in our team who admires you very much and wants to learn navigation from you." I said frankly to him straight to the point.

"It doesn't matter, you can come over anytime you want to learn." Captain Blondie readily agreed.

"Then I'll ask him to come over tomorrow morning and learn navigation from you for a few days," I said.

Captain Blondie shrugged noncommittally, and then said: "As long as he can hold on, it doesn't matter to me."

I was relieved when I heard Captain Blondie say this.

I asked him again: "Where are we going? Why is the speed so slow?"

Captain Blondie turned his attention back to the nautical chart and drew a huge circle on a sea area.

Only then did I see a simple model of a small sailboat attached to the edge of the circle line.

Captain Blondie pointed to this huge circle area and said to me: "This area is the area where the dark faceless men and the Vashki natives engage in deep-sea battles."

Then he pointed to the simple ship model and said to me: "This is where our ship is now."

"As long as we sail thirty nautical miles forward, we will enter the edge of the big battlefield. I don't want to pass directly through the war-torn Sea Clan battlefield. If we offend the Sea Clan there, with the speed of our ship, we can't Don't try to get rid of those sea people," Captain Blondie said, drawing a very faint line on the chart.

Blondie said: "This is a warm current that meanders along the edge of the battlefield and flows southward. We are currently on the edge of this warm current. I am now looking for opportunities and waiting for the north wind to blow outside. Only In this way, we can quickly rush through this battlefield area along this ocean current with full sail."

Captain Blondie was walking around here, it turned out that he was waiting for the wind...