My Magic Age

On the days of waiting for the wind, the Belan anchored outside the territorial waters of the Janna Sea Tribe, wandering around the ocean current every day, but refusing to enter that area.

The color of the sea water in this sea area is like ink, dark black.

Captain Bronte said that the great witches of the Dark Faceless cast a "curse" to dye the sea into this dark color.

From a distance, the main sea area looks like an ink pool.

But as long as you hold the sea water with both hands, you will find that the sea water in your palm is still clear and transparent.

Jacques follows Captain Bronte every day and honestly serves as a little follower. Jacques has excellent Mensa family blood, has received a good aristocratic education since childhood, and has a talent for navigation. When he is willing to seriously learn Captain Bronte's navigation skills, the talent he shows is like a dazzling pearl in the sand.

Captain Bronte would take him to patrol the entire sailing ship every day, and let him stay in various positions on the sailing ship for two or three days, so that he could thoroughly understand the Bellan.

Although Jacques had many bad habits that only noble sons would have, he was lazy, spoke harshly, and was a little arrogant.

But he was not the kind of noble playboy who was bad to the core. He also had some advantages, such as being generous, magnanimous, humorous, and quick-witted. The most important thing was that he had a sense of justice and a compassionate heart.

He would take the initiative to contact the sailors at the bottom of the ship and was willing to chat with them. Every time he chatted, he would carefully prepare a glass of water and a few sweet biscuits for those sailors who were short of food and clothing.

Those sailors living under the ship may have been eating seaweed, fish, shrimp and shellfish for a long time. Occasionally, they would taste some food on land, but not much could be distributed to them, so even the small biscuits that were very common to us were extremely precious to these sailors.

Therefore, even if there were only a few small sweet biscuits, they would laugh so hard that they couldn't close their mouths. They looked very obscene when eating biscuits. They would hold a sweet biscuit in their palms, first extend their scarlet tongues to carefully lick the icing on it, then bite one end of the biscuit, soak the biscuit with saliva little by little, and then swallow it into their stomachs little by little.

Jacques quickly gained the trust of Captain Bronte and established some friendships with those sailors, so when he executed some of Captain Bronte's instructions on the ship, his efficiency was unexpectedly high, and he even did some things better than the first mate.

The first mate's face has become very bad in recent days, like an eggplant hit by frost, with his head drooping, waiting for Captain Bronte's verdict.

He is a pitiful person. His fate, like other sailors, is in the hands of Captain Bronte, but he is also fundamentally different from those sailors, that is, he must act in accordance with Captain Bronte's will and stand on the opposite side of those sailors living at the bottom of the ship.

So once the first mate loses the care of Captain Bronte, his life on the ship will be very painful.

The first mate always thought that Jacques followed Captain Bronte to learn navigation skills, just to take over his position, but he was helpless. In the past few days, although the ship has been at sea and everyone's life is very comfortable, the first mate has obviously lost weight. Every day, he has dark circles under his eyes, like a wounded dove, squatting in the corner of the deck.

Jacques's series of changes are all difficult to change.

But it still can't change Joan's fanatical admiration for Knight Lant. She gets up early every morning, holds the railing in the stern loft, and watches Knight Lant and his men do morning exercises. That look is as hot as when Jacques looks at her.

But Joan never understood one thing. Knight Lant would never marry a commoner girl as his wife. He needed a partner with the status of a noble lady. For a knight like him who had reached the peak of the first level, he was only half a step away from the second level. However, for a knight from a commoner family, it was not possible to cross this threshold with talent and hard work.

Knight Lant was only one step away from being promoted to a noble baron. At this time, of course, he needed a powerful noble family to support him. This support needed marriage to maintain, so Knight Lant was destined to marry a lady from a noble family with a prominent status, rather than an unknown commoner girl.

But Jacques was different. Jacques himself was a noble son born with a golden spoon in his mouth. Although his mother was not prominent in the Mensa family, he could live a life without worries just by being the son of the Duke of Mensa. If he could get the recognition of the Duke of Mensa, he might be able to win a small territory for himself, and perhaps become an earl and serve as a governor in a small town.

He can marry the woman he likes at will, even if he marries a girl from a commoner family.

But Joan can't see through this, and doesn't care about the sincerity of the noble son Jacques, but regards the excellent Knight Lanter as the prince charming in her heart.

…

Senior Dylan has never left his room since he arrived on this ship. He asked Noah and me for hundreds of blank magic parchments. What he has to do every day is to bend over the desk and write furiously, describing the teleportation magic circle of Galapagos City based on his memory.

Senior Dylan told us that we should record all the patterns of the magic array on the magic parchment while he still remembers the rune layout of the Galapagos City teleportation magic array.

Most importantly, in order to inspect the Galapagos City teleportation magic array, Senior Dylan specially recorded the coordinates of the space crack of the teleportation magic array in Ilinus City.

And before discovering that Marquis Boris was going to destroy it, when Senior Dylan escaped from the teleportation magic array, he also took out the seven central devices in the teleportation magic array.

Now, Senior Dylan is restoring these design drawings of the Galapagos City teleportation magic array.

On the bookshelf in Senior Dylan's cabin, the scrolls of magic parchment are increasing every day, but he is getting thinner and thinner. After half a month, his eye sockets have collapsed, his face is full of beard, and he looks sloppy.

Seeing his haggard face from working so hard to record all the magic patterns on the teleportation magic array, I finally couldn't help but push open the door of his room.

I stuck my head into the room and asked Senior Dylan who was writing furiously: "Senior, is there any magic pattern array I can help you draw?"

"You?" Senior Dylan heard it was my voice, looked at me tiredly, and said: "It would be great if you can help me finish the drawing of this teleportation magic array. I have been worried about the runes in my mind these days. As time goes by, they gradually become blurred in my mind, and many details will be forgotten. If the arrangement of these runes has a little deviation, there will be several more deduction schemes. In the future, if you want to fix these loopholes, the effort will be dozens of times more than it is now."

Perhaps because of the long-term continuous work, he seemed weak when he spoke.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "You don't know space magic, how can you help me?"

I slipped in from the door and said to Senior Dylan, "Although I haven't learned much about space magic runes, I am good at drawing magic scrolls! I can help you draw those complicated magic runes."

I told him what I was good at, and Senior Dylan's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "That's great, I didn't expect you to be good at this. Since you are good at drawing magic scrolls, why didn't you join the Inscription Society?"

I scratched my head and said directly, "I and the Inscription Society Ivan had some minor problems, so he went to the Sword and Rose Club later. "

After listening to my explanation, Senior Dylan laughed heartily: "Now, the news of your duel with William has spread all over the capital. Everyone knows that after William graduated, he returned to the Royal Magic Academy to mess things up, but was defeated by a freshman who had just enrolled for half a semester. Now that Lucia recommended you to be the president of the club, you will definitely be able to do it for a long time. "

"I guess Ivan probably didn't expect that he would reject you, but let the Sword and Rose Club take advantage of it." Senior Dylan said.

In this way, I became Senior Dylan's assistant, and I would take a lot of time every day to help him organize the drawings he drew by hand. For some drawings, Senior Dylan knew how to draw them in his heart, but he just couldn't draw them with the magic pen.

My joining immediately made up for the shortcomings in this area, and the efficiency of drawing the drawings of the teleportation magic circle was greatly improved.

In just a few days, I learned a lot about runes in space magic, and gained more trust from Senior Dylan.

He would always give me some of his magic notes and handwritten books on basic space magic, so that I could learn the most basic knowledge in them.

In this way, I drew those magic scrolls while learning the contents on the scrolls.

Gradually, space magic opened a door for me.

Sometimes, when I returned to the room to rest, I would take out the hammer of the "Time and Space Breaker" and carefully check the magic patterns on it. I found that I had made some progress recently. At least, I could recognize some of the superficial magic runes on the "Time and Space Breaker" hammer.

Then, Senior Dylan took out something that made everyone feel desperate.

He took out a detailed list and handed it to Noah and me solemnly. It listed a huge amount of magic materials, and the magic materials needed were almost astronomical.

Noah and I sat together and couldn't help but start to worry about this list.

"Ji Jia, do you think we can go back?" The detailed list was placed on the table in front of Noah's body, and he asked me faintly.

The series of events that happened recently almost overwhelmed him. He always seemed to be a little worried recently.

I said without hesitation: "Of course, with Senior Dylan here, he has a full set of blueprints for the teleportation magic circle. Even if we can't capture Galapagos, as long as there is enough time and sufficient materials, we can rebuild a teleportation magic circle."

Noah was silent again.

After a while, Noah said: "I have seen the list of materials listed by Senior Dylan. It requires so many magic metals and magic materials. Even in the imperial capital, it is not an easy task to collect so many magic materials. It is a huge amount of magic crystals. If Louis is here, maybe he can do it."

I said to Noah: "We can do it too. We must believe in ourselves."

...

After staying in this sea area for nearly a week, we finally welcomed a strong north wind. The howling north wind blew up layers of huge waves on the sea surface. Our sailboat was like a dead leaf under the huge waves, and it was in danger of capsizing at any time.

Captain Bronte stayed in the captain's room, holding the steering wheel, and began to slowly sail into the ocean current.

Jacques and the first mate led a pair of sailors respectively, busy on the ship.

Jacques gathered some people and quickly fixed the materials on the deck firmly.

The first mate led a group of sailors to raise the ship to full sail. The north wind was like a ruthless big hand, pushing the "Belan" forward and rushing into the ink-black sea.

We were well prepared this time. The sailors were divided into two shifts, taking turns to guard the deck day and night, and Captain Bronte also stayed in his captain's room, carefully driving the ship and rushing through this sea area.

The wind blew all the sails up, crossing the sea at the fastest speed.

The further you go into this sea, the more you will feel the strange atmosphere here.

Although the Dark Faceless and the Naga Sea Clan of Vashj's plane are fighting fiercely, their battles are all taking place on the seabed, and we can't see any clues on the sea surface.

Our ship sailed into this black sea for another five days with the help of the north wind, and finally saw some strange corpses floating in the sea ahead. Maybe the battle on the seabed has not ended yet, so no one is cleaning the battlefield at this time.

The ship slowly approached and saw the floating corpses on the sea. Most of them were Naga Sea Clan with human bodies and fish tails, and many of them were adult warriors wearing some armor. Their bodies floated on the sea and no one cared about them. The light green scales on their bodies shone brightly in the sun.

These Naga Sea Clan are extremely tall, and the fish tail alone is more than two meters long. Their strong bodies are covered with bulging muscles, and their bodies are covered with some scars caused by fighting.

When Captain Bronte saw the bodies of the Naga people, he quickly sailed closer and shouted to the sailors on the boat: "Men, get to work!"